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3. Jerk-off. Jimmy's alarm went off at 8:45. It took him a few minutes to properly wake up. After he had sucked Josh off last night, Josh had ordered Jimmy an uber, and sent him home. He had just used him as a throat. It felt just like when he had sucked off the landlord. He hated the feeling, the feeling he was a naive teenager from Nebraska, powerless in this city. But he remembered what the man had said. He was now living in LA, not the small town in Nebraska. He was no longer the soccer-playing, faggot named Jimmy. He was a proud gay man named James. Everything was going to go well. Energized, and with a new sense of purpose, James decided to start calling agents again. He got out his list, and turned to the second page. He typed in the number and pressed "Call." It rang twice, and then the receptionist answered. "Who's this?" "Ji-" he started, and before the receptionist noticed, corrected himself. "James," he said. "James Flannery." She took his message. "I'll have him call you right back," she said. He had heard it before, but her tone was different. He almost believed her. But then, he called another agent, and the response was the same, an eagerness to help that he hadn't heard on Tuesday. He let himself believe that the new name had power. He made a third call. Same result. The realization made him feel a little better. The past two days had been hard: the petty humiliation of sucking off the landlord twice, and the promise of many more, followed by Eric using his throat, not even letting him jack off after. He had woken up feeling so powerless, and now there was a small promise of relief. He lay back on the bed, and allowed himself to relax. He hadn't jerked off last night, and his cock was throbbing. He pushed down his sweat pants, and let his cock spring free. His full 8" cock sprung free from his thick pubes. He had been hairy from the moment he had hit puberty, and just as horny. Normally, he would jerk off twice a day. But between family good byes in Nebraska, and the stress of LA, he hadn't cum in days. He stroked his dick thinking about being on his knees, in front of the landlord, in front of Josh. How he felt like cocksucker. But he loved the idea of a guy sucking him off. He imagined a soccer boy on his cock, then him bending over and taking his cock. And just as quickly, imagined it was another muscular man using his throat. As he was stroking his cock, his phone rang. He looked at it. It was an LA number. Then the caller ID appeared on screen. "Cottonmouth Talent," it read. It was one of the agents he had called earlier. He was getting his call returned. He answered the phone, hoping his arousal didn't show. "Hi, I'm Mitchell from Cottonmouth Talent," the man on the other side said. Mitchell had a deep voice and a southern accent. "I understand you're looking for representation." The rest of the conversation was almost textbook. By the end, James had an appointment for later that day. The minute Mitchell hung up, James started to jerk off again. He had gotten someone to return a call, and it just felt good. As he stroked his shaft, he thought back to Mitchell's call. The sound of Mitchell's voice entranced him; it was deep and dominating. But there was a soft at the core; strict, but caring. He wanted Mitchell to be masculine, a beard, hair on his chest, and a thick cock. James's dick was throbbing now, as his thoughts flashed between alternating images of Mitchell sucking him off and him on his knees, servicing his superintendent. They were messy and complex thoughts, but they were keeping him hard. He grabbed his phone, and took a few pictures of his erection. He'd get on Grindr later and see if could find someone to suck him off. He put his phone down and arched his back, knees bent, and his shoulders driving into the mattress. He had his eyes closed tightly, imagining Mitchell, the super, random guys he'd seen online. He was pushing himself to the edge, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes and focused on his cock. He saw it throb, then pulse as a long arc of white spooge shot out of it. He watched it come directly towards him. It landed directly in his right eye and it took a second before he felt the burn. The delay was long enough for the second spurt to nail his left eye. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, as his built-up load coated his face like icing. It felt so good, the release in his balls. He hadn't realized how much sexual tension he had built up, and he needed the release. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted, enjoying the intense afterglow of a badly needed orgasm.

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.

I don’t know if it is just me, but it seems as if hooking up and overall flakiness are at a all time high. Do guys hook up anymore? It seems more and more people are willing to go to sleep with their dick in their hand because they are just so damn uptight about sex or waiting on a perfect 10. For example there’s a local cruising spot I go to. I’ve seen guys go there several times and not hook up at all just waiting for the perfect 10 ( I mean if u were that hot, you wouldn’t be cruising, right?!?!) I have also had many times recently where I have chatted with a guy online, he disappears, and I only and I wake up to fine he had messaged me back at like 2:30 in the morning (after apparently he couldn’t find a better option). And nothing is worse than seeing a guy online hit you up after you were just in the same club or a bar with him earlier in the night. No I am not a perfect 10, but I have been told I’m good looking I have a very good job my own business and own my own house etc. etc. so this is not a quality thing. I just want to get off!! (Rant over). Thoughts?!

I can’t say whether it’s worse now, but it’s been bad in this way for quite a while in my experience. I’m not a ‘hottie’ - I have never considered myself remotely competitive visually (from the front at least) so I’ve never even tried. It’s why I just park myself and serve anyone who comes to me. But in doing so I have absolutely observed what you’re talking about - I’ve agreed to take men who didn’t show, only to message me in the morning and tell me they had, indeed, fallen asleep with their cock in their hand. And I call the period between midnight and 2am “The Doldrums” because nobody ever hits up the hotel cumdump during those hours - they’re all out jockeying for something choice. Then, like clockwork, starting about 2am, here they come, not so choosy after all, and not too pretty to fuck a free whore in a cheap hotel room. So true. I have often wished there were some way flakes’ profiles could be indelibly marked every time they flake on someone. Impractical, obviously, but @bbzh makes some interesting suggestions. Until there’s a downside to flaking they’re going to keep doing it. One could almost imagine a rating/comment system, except that it would be instantly abused by jealous competitive bottoms trying to sabotage each other and trying to get revenge on Tops who reject them.

If you read the actual journal article, as opposed to the summary that nogiftwrap wrote on his own, you'll see PrEP isn't mentioned; the article is about HIV+ individuals who were undetectable ceasing treatment for a period of time. It has literally nothing to do with PrEP.

I don't drive so when I'm on vacation and leave a Bathhouse, I am always jumping in an Uber or Taxi reeking of sex. I love the thought of the driver judging me, especially knowing that they are picking me up at a Sex Club or Bathhouse. I took a trip to New York City and the night before an midday flight I went to Paddles. It was my first trip, it was Bear Night and as a Cubby Black Bottom, I had no idea I would be as popular as I was. Multiple guys fucked me that night and I stayed long enough that I ended up at the after hours party. Towards the end of my night I got fucked by a wrist thick PA Daddy Cock who loaded me up at about 430am. After that I hung out for a little while Jacked off and then left. I packed up my hotel room, boarded the train for the airport. Checked in, cleared security and boarded the plane. Immediately feel asleep, I had been fucking all night after shopping during the day and a concert that evening. Of course while sleep I relaxed ever so slightly and woke up to what felt like wet butt cheeks. I got up and went to the bathroom and sure enough had a nice juicy spot in my underwear and shorts.... luckily I was alone in the back. When I got into my city I changed pants before my retired mom picked me up and dropped me off at my house.

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 mostly a bottom, but occasionally top. Bottoms who don’t understand themselves yet can be frustrating - like guys who claim to be total subs into being used who then set about creating a restrictive list of do’s and don’ts that belies that. I was fucking a 20- something who wanted a burglar / sleeping “victim” thing with a blindfold and hands tied. But bareback was off the table. I tested the waters while we were playing to make sure it wasn’t one of those “I don’t want to tell you to do it” situations and concluded it wasn’t. So I wore latex to fuck. Took long strokes and pulled my cock out. Then while fucking him on all 4’s I discreetly took a fresh condom out of its package and tossed it on his back and went to town. He assumed that I had pulled it off my dick and started to get anxious, just about the time I told him I was cumming. Initially he was pissed, thinking I’d bred him against his wishes, (but came really hard nonetheless). When he took off the blindfold, however, he really got off on the mindfuck. At the end of the day, a lot of play is about the mindfuck. also, was the last time I wore a condom now that I think about it.

Thanks Neg4PozPittsburgh for this old BBX posting.. --- I was tired of studying the other day. Logged onto Manhunt. Started jerking off. Got an email from a hot guy in his late 30s. Not normally my type but he had a fuckin banging body. Huge pecs, sleeve tattoo on his arm. Great bulging biceps. Thick uncut dick. He had a tidy trimmed black beard, brown eyes, a thick, manly forehead and black hair. His hairline was receding some which turned me on. Our dialogue follows. "U horny?" he asked. "Yeah." "Hot pics." "thanks. u 2." "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single." "Want me 2 cum over?" "Yeah." "I don't have condoms." "I don't either. If u want 2 fuck better pick sum up on way here." Twenty minutes later my room phone rang. He had arrived. I let him in. He was taller than I and power flowed from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on my bed drinking Coronas. His jeans sported a hefty bulge in the crotch. His hands were calloused from hard work and his skin was tanned. He told me he was a builder. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was long deep and passionate. He pushed me onto my back, pulled my shirt off. In no time we were naked and I was on my knees sucking his big floppy dick which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. He had a great furry chest and legs. Even his hard abs had a black furry coat. Then he pushed me back on my back and sucked me off for a long time. He sucked my balls, licked my piss slit, licked my ass. His tongue got real deep and felt real good. Then he fed me his dick some more and filled my throat. I could barely take it and tried to pull off but he insistently kept his big uncut manrod lodged in my gullet. "You can do it" he said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." He was gentle but I knew I had no choice. He fucked in and out, in and out. Then I felt his thick, rough fingers probing my hole. He got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in my ass and I tightened up. He scraped away. Next I noticed him lubing his cock. "Did you stop to get condoms?" I asked. "No" he replied. "That sucks" I said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" he said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second." He poked in. "See not so bad" he said. I reached up and touched his huge muscular chest and stroked the hair. My hand touched his face. His beard was soft but prickly under my fingers. His dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. He made out with me frantically. I could feel my heart beating like crazy. His raw dick pushed deeper and deeper into my ass and I closed my eyes to picture his precum coating my insides. I moaned. "Ok we should stop" I said. "Yeah, we should" he answered. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine. He didn't even pause. His dick kept on pushing on in. That's when I felt his balls against my ass. "Oops all the way in" he said. He kept eye contact. "It feels real good." "Are you negative?" I asked. "Yeah, completely" he replied. He started fucking in and out. "Wait stop" I said. "Shhhhhh" he said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" I said. "Its ok I trust you" he said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of my life. "No, stop" I said. "I'll pull out in time to cum, I promise" he said. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. My worries slowly melted and I gave over to the sensations I was feeling. Something huge was invading my guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" I finally said "Bareback me." His eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me raw man." "Fuck yeah, pussy boy" he hissed. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" I said. I got more and more into it. Eventually he bent me over the bed and rammed me from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then he laid on his back and I slammed myself with all my might, up and down on his unprotected fuckpole. Then he got me back on my back, put my calves on his shoulders, and fucked me till he was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in his head and he started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin' close!" he said. "Don't cum inside" I begged. I grabbed my own cock and started jerking for dear life. He gave me a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry, "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He pointed his dick DIRECTLY at my hole and let loose what felt like a firehose blast of hot cum right on and in the gaping orifice. Then he plunged back in, balls deep and growled like a hungry angry predator, "SHIT!! SHITT!!!! YEA! FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! OH, YEAH!!!!" He looked me in the eyes panting. "Oh that felt so good" he commented. My own dick was still hard in my hand. "Told you I'd pull out in time" he said. "But you just" "Shhhh" he cut in. "It feels really good. Enjoy it." I could feel tons of liquid dripping down my asscrack onto the sheets. "I'm still hard" he remarked, adding "I'm going to cum again, but this time inside you." He plugged my protests with his tongue and his bearded mouth enveloped mine. It hurt when it scratched against me. He started fucking in and out with his cock which was still rock hard. My ass was slick with cum. I kissed him back. It felt so fucking good. I gave over to it and let myself become his cumhole. He made love to me but also made me his object. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You want my cum?" "Yeah, fuckin' cum in me." I was jerking off now. He piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then his face contorted like crazy and he let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yea! TAKE my fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick started shooting squirt after squirt of jizz all over. His cum kept dribbling down my ass as he held his dick in me for a long time. After several seconds he remarked "That was hot." "Yeah, it was" I admitted. He stood and started getting dressed. On the small of his back I noticed a little biohazard tattoo. "What's that?" I asked. "Souvenir tattoo from Miami" he said with a laugh. He kissed me. "That was a great time." I kissed him back. I felt his cum smeared dick getting hard again. "One more" he said. He shoved me face first onto the bed before I could reply and he rammed in balls deep. "AWWWWWW!" he groaned. "FUCK yeah. FUCK!" One stroke, and he shot and just came as deep as he could. "FUCK that's hot. I'm cumming in you." He dressed and left. Now I'm sitting here online looking up what the biohazard tattoo means and I'm getting worried. But it was the fucking hottest time ever. He came over again yesterday. Maybe I'll tell you about that later.

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!

4. Agents James wiped the cum off his chest with an old rag, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes. Struggling to focus on the phone's screen, he looked up where Mitchell's office was. It was further than he had thought, and he'd need to get started if he was going to get there in time. He took a shower, and debated about what to wear. Finally, he put on a jeans and a polo shirt. It made him look a little more mature than he was. Jimmy would have been in a t-shirt, but James wore a collared shirt. He got an Uber, and headed across town to Mitchell's office. He made it there with some time; he wandered around the neighborhood. It was mainly low-rise office blocks and strip malls filled with lunch places. It looked like it was becoming more hip, but there were traces of an old seediness; he saw one corner with two adult bookstores. After killing some time, he went to Mitchell's office. He expected the receptionist to answer, but it was Mitchell himself. There was no mistaking the deep Southern accent James had heard on the phone. Mitchell was in his mid-thirties, with dark-blond hair, a thick beard, and brown eyes. He was exactly the kind of man James had imagined from the phone. He was about the same height as James, but twice as big; all of it muscle. He was wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. It went down far enough to expose a thick patch of fur on his chest. James forced himself not to stare at the man, as James offered him a chair in a small living room area. The first part of the meeting went smoothly, the two introduced themselves, and Mitchell carefully went down a list of responsibilities for both of them. James had read much of this on the web, but it put him at ease for Mitchell to repeat it. Besides, it gave him a chance to look over Mitchell at his leisure. "What kind of roles are you willing to play? Would you play a gay man?" Mitchell asked him, snapping him back to the reality. "Well, yeah," James started. "I mean, I am gay." "Would you be open to straight scenes?" "I've kissed a girl on stage." "Nice." Mitchell smiled at him, and James wanted to do everything he could to make him smile like that again. "Would you be interested in soft-core stuff? You know, sexy romance type things?" "Straight?" "No, gay." "I guess. I mean, nudes are fine. But nothing hard-core, you know." Mitchell nodded his head in agreement. "I mean, people don't graduate from porn. They fail to porn." Mitchell started to say something, then paused. "That's old thinking, really. There's a lot more movement between the adult and regular industry these days." "Really?" James's head was swimming a bit; he was entranced by Mitchell, and was finding himself agreeing just to make the older man happy. "Yeah. You just have to own it, and not make a big deal about it." He smiled again. "But there's plenty of work in soft-core. It pays the bills, and gives you experience. You be in to that?" "Yeah, I think I would. What's it involve?" "At most, just a blow job." Mitchell grinned. "And who doesn't like a blow job?" James nodded, thinking about his earlier fantasy of this man sucking him off. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, I guess," James said. "Earlier, when I called you. Were you jerking off?" James blushed deep red. He realized there was no way to hide the truth now. "Yeah," he said. "I was." "You cum?" "Yeah," he said. "It was a big load too." "I'm sure. What were you thinking about?" James blushed once more. He couldn't tell Mitchell his fantasy. "Just lots of things. Men. Sucking dick." "So, you'd fit right in doing soft-core. Do you like sucking dick?" "It's what I do mostly," James managed to say. "Yeah? When was the last time you sucked a guy's cock?" James didn't know what to do. It was one of the most personal questions, getting to the very heart of James's sexuality. The smile started to fade from Mitchell's face, and James knew he had to do something to keep the handsome older man happy. "Last night," he said. "What happened?" "Went home with a guy, sucked him off." "Nice." He straightened up, like he was about to make an announcement. "This has been good. There's just the last issue of a quick screen test, and then I'll send over some paperwork for you. I can already think of a few productions that could use someone like you." Mitchell stood up, went over to a corner, where a camera was already set up on a tripod. "Ready?" Mitchell asked, as he set up the camera to focus on the couch. "I guess, yeah," James said. "What do you want me to do?" "Just what you've been practicing. Sucking cock." Mitchell turned on the camera, and sat back down on the sofa, his legs spread wide. James didn't try to hide his staring. Even through Mitchell's trousers, he could see the outline of a long, thick cock. "Now? You?" "Well, you need work. And there's no time like the present." James stood up from the chair. He knew this was a slippery slope. But no one else had called him back yet. He wanted at least something he could rely on. Besides, it was hard to deny just how hot Mitchell was. If there wasn't the power dynamic, he would have happily serviced the man. "Is this right?" "It's fine," Mitchell said. He was smiling and rubbing his crotch. It was almost a dirty leer; James knew exactly what was required of him. It was a gut punch: from the feeling of power and competence in the morning, he was back to a helpless cocksucker. "I mean, are you sure? Here?" He looked around, but the office was empty other than the two men. As he closed his mouth, he realized it was also very quiet. "Are you going to be this much trouble on set?" Mitchell asked. "Directors don't like being delayed on set with pointless questions." He undid his belt. "Come on. You said you've gotten some practice in recently Show me how good you are." James was still struggling. He knew nothing good would come of sucking his agent off. But he also knew how hot his agent was. He was also acutely aware that he had only three months of savings. He couldn't afford a false step. "Is this normal?" James asked. "I don't take on first-time clients without one," Mitchell. "But you don't have to do anything." He sighed, then started to put his belt back on. "No," James said, falling down to his knees right in front of Mitchell. "I'll do it." He leaned in and pressed his face into the man's crotch. He inhaled deeply. It was soap and sweat, and a hint of pre-cum. He couldn't help himself, and pulled down Mitchell's trousers and underwear. "That's it boy," Mitchell said, adjusting his position for James to take the head of his cock. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned as James swallowed the head, and worked his way down the shaft. "That's a talented mouth." James forced Mitchell's cock into his mouth. It was thick, firm, and long; it was a perfect man's cock. Despite his initial misgivings, once he had it in his mouth, he couldn't imagine any other existence. He needed to feel Mitchell's cock, and all he could think about was getting the man off, and the creamy reward of orgasm. "That's it, boy," Mitchell moaned. He put his hand on James's head, forcing the boy down his shaft. "It's all right if you gag. I get it a lot." James hated the situation, but knew it was what was still expected of aspiring actors in Hollywood. But he loved the agent's cock, and was determined not to gag. He remembered the times he had gagged on Eric, and how the quarterback had moaned in pleasure at his discomfort. He said it was like a hand-job and a blow-job in one. "Oh yeah," Mitchell said, moaning as the young man worshipped his thick cock. He had already unloaded in another aspiring actor anus that morning, but James was hot and horny. The last traces of James's reluctance had disappeared, and he had thrown himself into the blow job. For the next ten minutes, his world was Mitchell's cock. His throat slowly relaxed, and he was able to take the man's cock more easily. "Yeah," Mitchell grunted. "Open up for me. Let me in your throat." The thick shaft was choking James, but he reminded himself that this was entirely about his future. "Oh fuck, that's good." Mitchell moaned again. He put both hands on James's head, and held the young man's head down on his cock. "Fucking take my load," he grunted, as his cock swelled. Deep in his throat, James felt the thick warmth of Mitchell's spooge draining into his stomach. "TAKE MY LOAD," he grunted, as he continued to unload into James. "TAKE IT," he grunted again. James needed air, and he was struggling to withstand the gagging feeling. Finally, Mitchel released his grip, in time for the fourth spurt to land directly on James's tongue. "Oh hell yeah," Mitchell said. "That was fucking great." He pulled his dick out of James's mouth, and stroked the head to get out a last spurt. As James leaned in to lick it up, Mitchell lifted his hips to force it back into James's mouth. The timing was bad, and instead his dickhead hit James's eye. "Oh fuck," James grunted. "Fuck. I'm sorry. In your eye." Mitchell ran his finger along James's eye. "Red already?" "I hit it jerking off this morning," James said. Mitchell just laughed. "It's all fun and games until someone gets cum in his eyes." "Yeah," James said. He wiped the cum off his face, licking his fingers carefully afterwards. "All fun and games."

Maybe the Covid thing has added to this? Social distancing adds another layer to this. The last couple of months i have had to fight my own temptations to hook with guys approaching me, and the wrestling may have come across different from what it was. That said, i don't even attempt to hang with or approach the "10 culture." For me, a big part of sex, hooking or not, is about each of us wanting/needing the other. i hate one sided sex and would rather go without than be with someone who didn't want/need me as much as i want/need them. i've had a lot of great connection and sex with 'zero's' ( i say that tongue in cheek because the 10 culture that rates people on a number scale do not have a clue as far as i am concerned).

The reputation system is what it is. In the end if you're a good member you'll get way more up votes than down votes. But people who are truly disruptive or spamming the site will get way more down votes than up votes and that will prevent them from moving to the next stage of membership. So don't worry about it. As I (slowly) build the new sites I'll try to take stuff like this into consideration. IMHO, what's needed is to see if someone's negativity is shared by others. So if they consistently down vote things other people are up voting, then that's a problem. The percentage of their votes that are down votes should also be within certain limits (1 or 2 standard deviations from the mean). So I get what's needed, I just can't fix it right here and now.

How awesome would it be if all us pigs we’re together in one big sex dungeon Imagine the satisfying sex we would have

Agreed. The Joe Gage movies are the gold standard of 70s porn. I love the trilogy, but my favorite is "Heatstroke".

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.

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."

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."

Losing my Virginity in so Many Ways! (Part 2) I had just been fucked for the first time. On top of it all it was a raw, bareback breeding by a poz stud who got me high. I was feeling invincible and looking forward to more while Brandon kissed me deeply as he kept his hard cock deep inside me massaging in his newly deposited load. When he broke his kiss so we both could get some air he let me know that there was plenty more to come. Brandon went on to tell me that he had a bunch of friends coming over to have a bareback party. He holds these monthly. There’s plenty of sex and drugs to last through the weekend. He knew I would enjoy myself as I had already done with him. He planned on keeping me very high and by the end of the weekend I’d be a poz, cum, tweaker. He wasted very little time by fucking another load into me as I could feel the high I had start to fade. This gave me the chance to realize what I had done and hoped I could head home to ponder my fate. But luck was not with me as he dropped another ecstasy and a couple Viagra in my mouth with some g laced water. This was followed by another slam. I could tell this slam was much stronger then the one before by the amount of ringing I had in my ears and the way I felt very hot. I was back in that place where I did not care what I did or had done to me. It was at this point that I had all the hair shaved off my body including my head. I was smooth from the tip of my head to my toes. It was a real turn on getting shaved down and I couldn’t wait to get fucked again. After Brandon was done shaving me down, he fucked another load into me. He finished just as the buzzer for his apartment sounded. “Looks like its party time.” I was left in the sling, still restrained as Brandon left to let who ever was at the door in the apartment. Next thing I heard several voices and a “No fucking way?” from some strange voice and another guy said “How’d you get him over here?” How did I end up here, I met a hot stud I wanted to have sex with for my first time and never ready his profile that listed him as HIV+ and a meth user. Now I was high on the shit and wanting to get fucked. Brandon walked in and said “Here’s the little bitch, high as a kite and ready for more. This is Adam a freshman over at the university. Adam this here is Jose and Miguel. There are ready to fuck you.” These two latin studs undressed as Brandon released my restraints. This could be my chance to escape, but did I want to be fucked by these guys. I was helped out of the sling and was a little unsteady on my feet so escape was no option even if I wanted too run. As they helped me over to the bed I noticed Miguel was lying on his back with a massive cock pointing straight up. It had to be over 10” long. They positioned me over his cock and sat me down on it. It popped in so easily and I slid all the way down to the base. Miguel began to fuck into me and it felt amazing. As I got fucked from below Miguel pulled me in for a kiss. It was at that moment I felt someone grab my arm and another slam was injected into me. At the same time I felt a hand on my back and could tell someone was behind me. I was still locked in the kiss with Miguel when I felt another cock forcing it way into my hole. The slam made me relax to the point of being able to accept a Jose cock along with the first. It felt amazing. I could only moan out in pain and pleasure as I was double fucked. The two kept plowing me good. First Miguel would cum, then a few minutes later Jose would shoot. They traded off like that for a long time as more and more people began to arrive at Brandon’s. A small crowd began to gather around us as the party got into full swing. When I looked up I saw that there was Brandon in the sling getting fucked as others were in different stages of fucking. I couldn’t imagine that something like this would go one with guys freely fucking other guys bareback and breeding each other. Finally Jose pulled out and I was allowed to lie down as Miguel pulled out of me. I am not sure who everyone was but some muscular hunk grabbed me from behind and mounted my ass. By this point my ass was so loose I was able to accommodate anyone without problems. I have to say that as the party went on, Brandon took care of me. He always made sure I drank gatorade, he kept me well lubed with ecstasy and meth and kept me hard as a rock with Viagra. I have no idea how many times I was fucked or how many loads I had taken. One thing I knew is that I was feeling great with every slam I got. As the party began to break up and people left I was back in the sling. Brandon was now sitting on a stool between my legs with the crisco as one of his friends prepared to give me another slam. I felt Brandon work my hole with 3, then 4 fingers. As he applied more and more Crisco I could feel my hole opening up. Then I felt pressure as Brandon slid his thumb in next to his fingers. He was trying to get his entire fist in my cunt. As Brandon began to apply pressure he nodded and his friend gave me another slam. I felt this amazing sensation in my ass as Brandon slipped his fist inside me. My cock was still hard from all the Viagra I had be given and I felt the sudden urge to cum. Brandon working his fist deeper inside me as he leaned in and began to suck on my cock. I felt like I was going to shoot, but ended up pissing instead. Brandon didn’t seem phased by my piss and drank it down as he continued to suck my cock. The more he pushed into my hole, the more he sucked ,the better it all felt. With little warning I began the strongest orgasms I had ever had. I felt like I was going to shoot my entire life’s supply of cum. At the same time I felt like I was having an orgasm in my ass too. Brandon commented that he felt my hole sucking his arm in deeper. He was over half way to his elbow and I could feel his hand stretching me inside. The orgasms I was having ended and Brandon began to slowly pull his fist from my hole. Before I knew what was going on Brandon and I were the only ones left in the apartment. I was kept so high I had no clue as to the time or the day. Brandon came over to me and gave me a big kiss. He told me what a good little pig I was and he wanted to see me again. I couldn’t resist him. We continued seeing each other. A few weeks after we met I came down with the flu I and asked Brandon if he thought I should go to the doctor? He told me to wait and see if I get any worse. He came over to my dorm, picked me up and took me back to his apartment to take care for me for the 3 days I was sick. Once I was better he said, “Let’s go to the clinic.” “Why go to the clinic now, I am feeling great.” “We should go to the free clinic so you can get an HIV test.” In the short time we had begun to see each other I had forgotten about taking all that poz cum. Now I had to face the consequences of my actions. Brandon drove me over to the free clinic where I had an HIV test performed. Brandon went with me when I had to return a week later to get my results. Brandon could tell I was nervous as we sat in the room waiting for the counselor to come into and give me my results. Brandon held my hand the entire time, right through the counselor telling me I was HIV+. Not once did he leave my side. He made me feel that I was not alone. We drove back to his place in silence. Walked up the stairs and into his apartment without saying a word. Once inside the door, he grabbed me and kissed me. We made out passionately as we slowly undressed each other. He led me to his bedroom and we continued to kiss and before long we positioned ourselves for 69. He made sure to get my cock nice and wet as he deep throated me. Then without a word he pushed me on my back and mounted my hard cock. He looked down at me and simply said, “Now it’s your turn to recharge me” as I fucked him for all my might. This being my first time as a top I didn’t last long, but I gave him a huge load of cum deep inside his hole. We held each other for the entire night. I fucked him throughout the night and deposited every load I could inside him. This happened 2 years ago and we have been together ever since.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

I met Kenny in a snowstorm. He lived in the apartment below my girlfriend and she had told me to go home because the storm was bad. As I was brushing my car off and thinking about my blueballs, he came outside in a robe to bang his boots off. He said I shouldn't drive in this and to come inside where it was warm. I thought about it for a minute....and he turned around and went inside. I was cold...it was snowing bad...girlfriend's lights were out. I followed him inside. He handed me a drink, a heavy triple vodka on the rocks with some Tab mixed in, like his. We sat, drank and he told me to get comfortable since he kept the heat at 80. He took off his robe and showed his bulge in his bikini briefs as I stripped down to my boxers. He sat next to me on the couch and told me I had a sexy body. We made out, smoked some weed, drank more and got naked. Kenny was intoxicating. He looked like Danny Terrio from that Dance show on Tv. He put some gay porn on the tv and he sucked me and edged me and played with my ass and balls and nipples...bringing me so close to cumming and it was marvelous. He bent me in half and ate my ass as he jacked my cock....I finally came, like a racehorse..all over my face. Kenny let me down and licked up all the cum and shared it with me while kissing me. And then he 69'd me so that his cock could bounce up and down in my throat. He fucked my mouth and put a pillow under my ass and went back to eating my ass and fingering me. I was in heaven, the sensations were amazing. His cock was so nice and fit perfect in my throat. He went fast and slow, his balls slapped my nose or rested on my nose. I was moaning and he was moaning and finally he pushed all the way in my mouth and erupted down my throat. After the first couple spurts he pulled out and squirted all over my face. Kenny turned around and cleaned my face with his tongue and we shared it in more kisses. I pinched his nipples when he pinched mine, we were kissing and rubbing and moaning....and I got hard again. Kenny felt it, wrapped his hand around it and went down on my cock. He made slobbering noises and moaned that he needed to be fucked. He slid up to me and kissed me as he sat down on my cock. I moaned oh god and he moaned yes , fuck me! He leaned in to kiss me and he told me to pinch his nipples while he rode me. We kissed, I twisted, he bounced and then sat straight up and I felt my dick pop through something inside him and he settled low on my nuts and began to grind. He told me he was a dirty cum hungry faggot. He loved cock and cum and fucking. He pulled off me and got down on his knees. I stepped up behind him and shoved my dick in as far as it would go. YES he cried, fuck my faggot ass baby! I pounded his hole for all I was worth. His hole started gripping me and I felt my next load gathering in my toes as I began to fuck harder and faster and then ARGGGGGGHHHH I started cumming while pounding and couldn't stop. Kenny yelled oh my god yes fuck me and fill me up baby! And then I blacked out and collapsed on his back. My cock came out of him with a gloop sound and I laid back on the couch as he squatted in front of me and caught my load in his hand as it dripped out of his swollen hole. He licked my cock clean and then atell my load from his hand and kissed me. We lay there and nuzzled as he told me how amazing that felt to be fucked by a cock like mine. He kissed me and pinched my nipples and fingered me. His touch and talk of how it felt and how good I was at fucking. He told me I should party with him and his friends soon, they'd all like to meet a sexy guy like me who liked to fuck and suck faggots like them. His talk was intoxicating and then smells of cum had me spinning as he rubbed 3 fingers in and out of me. He started kissing me again as he got on top of me and began rubbing his cock on my hole. He reached behind me and opened a bottle under my nose and said breathe deep. My head spun as he pushed inside and I moaned deep. I writhed and groaned it felt so good. Kenny whispered in my ear as he picked up his pace that I was a hot little faggot now and he was going to make sure I learned how to please big dicks and love cum just like he did. He kissed me, fucked me, stroked me, pinched and bit my nipples and fucked me. I loved every minute of it. He flipped me over and pounded my ass. He spanked my ass and spit on my hole and poured oil on my hole and my ass began to make fart noises when he went deep. The feeling was incredible. Better than sex with girls, so much better. He came with a roar and I felt like I could feel his dick pulsing. He flipped me over and fed me his dirty cock and I cleaned it off as he spooned his cum from my ass onto my tongue. We cuddled up on the couch then and he whispered in my ear as we drifted to sleep....Welcome to my club sexy...

I don't think it's any different that it used to be. Just more obvious with all the apps and web sites. There has always been the I only do Black, white, Twink, etc. I just learned the guys who were cruising during the day and the ones that are cruising at night.

I'd just begun chemo when my building was being renovated. I had all my VHS tapes stored on my deck. My dad got rid of them for me. I had an answer prepared in advance if he asked me what Kansas City Trucking Co. was. "It was a Sondheim musical, dad! Everybody knows that!" lol

What follows is a bit of a rant based on my perceptions (which may well be at odds with reality). I think BlackDude has a valid point. We have become such an "I'm Entitled" culture that everyone (especially millennials) expects/demands to have their fantasies fulfilled RIGHT NOW, when what they offer is far from any classic norm of Sexiness, Attractiveness, Desirability, etc. OK, this old man is done bitching. Back to hoping covid goes away soon so I can breed holes.

I used to to have a fag hag who’s mantra was “Don’t go ugly early” I guess it’s why night time cruising works so well for me these days 😀

PrEP - “Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis” works to prevent HIV infection in HIV Negative individuals. Includes two commonly used HIV Medications - either Tenofovir Disoproxil Fumarate and Emtricitabine (Truvada) or Tenofovir Alafenamide and Emtricitabine (Descovy). While the “PrEP” regimens (Truvada or Descovy) are commonly used In daily HIV Treatment, they alone are ineffective at controlling HIV infection. They must be paired up with an additional drug (1 or more). Since there’s no chance of preventing HIV infection in “Persons living with HIV” (PLWHs) we don’t use the term “PrEP.” Therefore, The interchangeable terms used for HIV Treatment are: HAART - Highly Active Antiretroviral Therapy or ART - Antiretroviral Therapy Someone adherent to taking their HAART or ART Daily and have obtained an “undetectable” viral load in blood would be considered to be practicing “Treatment as Prevention” or “TasP.”

Same here.. and I too, LOVE it !!

I'll be your daddy.

So glad you are getting the treatment you need BottomLad - I more coming to the opinion that it was the press running a scare story that the cancer treatment was suspended. It didn't make much sense when I heard it, I thought there should be somewhere they could isolate from the rest of the hospital for such treatments.

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!

That's more or less what I like, Twinkies either forced, stealthed or seduced, preferrably high risk for their first sex.

As the title says I am a Cum Dump. But it goes a bit further than that - I feel like my body belongs to men and for their pleasure. So much so that I feel I deserve to be raped. I need to be. I use the word "need" because saying the word "want" kind of defeats the purpose of the word "rape". Now I don't mean to disrespect any who have suffered from a rape, my heart goes out to you, but so does my desire. I should have been there in your place. My body is made for it, yours and your heart were not. I consider myself a beta male, not just a sub. A living intelligent man who knows his place is always beneath that of a Real Man. A Man who can take what he wants from me. A Man who should. A Man who needs to and does not hesitate. A Man who doesn't ask for permission. These are the thoughts that have taken hold in my mind and I've searched for a place to voice them, put them in words, though I know it likely won't garner the attention from the Men I seek. I think I've learned that if you're looking for someone to rape you, they won't. Rape seeks you out not the other way around. In my fantasies I've gotten pretty desperate lol, even so far as thinking of ways to sneak into a prison and let the Men there have their way with me. I'm not the sort to commit a crime, so sneaking in would be the only way but that's so farfetched it's almost laughable - even as a fantasy. The best I can hope for is to put myself in a position where I can be easily reached with a door unlocked and the lights down low. Maybe soon look for me in Fort Greene when I get my own place that I can freely give you access to. Right now, with roommates working from home as I am, access is limited. The most I've been able to do is take 6 loads in one night from 11p to 3a. What a thrill. How fulfilled and satisfied I felt. And I never needed to cum myself. My penis doesn't matter. It's just the penis of the Men who use me that matters.

a loose ass is hot. That means you're a fuck slut and sluts are sexy.

I didn’t know the part of town where this place was. Of course I knew where it was. It was near the university and my sexual appetites sometimes lured me to the campus to bottom for straight jocks, hairy coaches and dirty, horny professors. When I got home, I showered and looked at the key. It was a single Yale which gave nothing away. I googled the address and street mapped it. A modern block of loft style apartments with front windows that spanned the length of each apartment. I shuddered as I remembered that disastrous night at Jacques. It had to be him. I showered again, but this time I focused. I shaved my balls and trimmed my bush. But I left my arse hairy. I went into the bedroom and squeezed my balls through a rubber cock ring, pulled on a jock, jeans and a tee. I pulled a bag from under the bed and checked the contents - harness, speedos, a sweaty pissed stained jock, a couple of bottles of poppers. I reached into the draw and packed the bag with supplies of chems, needles and rubber ties. I paused. What the fuck was I doing. I wasn’t into anonymous sex. Well not like this. I was presuming it was Jacques. But what if it wasn’t? I sat on the bed. My cock stirred. Well if it wasn’t I could walk away. I left the apartment after writing a note to my boyfriend. He was spending the day at his black-only club. He wouldn’t mind coming home full of black seed and finding the place empty. He’d just order take out. And if it wasn’t Jacques, I’d come back in such a mood I’d need serious bruising ... I drove to the address and drove a few blocks further on and parked on a side street. As I walked back, I spied preppy guys from the university. Some of them eyed me directly. Either directly or furtively. I met all their looks and smiled. I knew I looked good and I also knew my semi was being pushed forward giving my crotch a nice bulge. I arrived at the block. It was modern. Steel and glass. I pushed the buzzer. And waited. “Come on up,” said Jacques over the beat of a music track. The door clicked and I decided to walk up the stairs. When I reached the sixth floor I wasn’t out of breath, but I was lightly perspiring and my crack was lightly moist. I slid my hand down the back of my jeans and through my sweaty crack. I rang the doorbell and almost instantly Jacques opened it. “Hey, dude.” He opened the door fully and turned back into the apartment. I followed and closed the door. I stopped and looked at the apartment. It was spartan but beautiful. A single couch faced a tv on the wall, the same round wooden coffee table, a heavy wooden table and four chairs, a kitchen to the left, doors to the right and then I gasped. A magnificent view of the entire city. Dusk was falling and Jacques was framed in the fading light against the vista of the city. He was wearing a t shirt and slightly baggy jeans. His feet were bare. I dropped my bag and went to stand by him. “You came. I wasn’t sure you would.” “Why not. Great view.” He turned to look at me and smiled. He grabbed my hand, the hand that I had earlier slipped between the cracks of my sweaty arse cheeks, and as I watched he drew my finger into his mouth and sucked. I moaned. “Tasty.”l He dropped my hand and walked away from the window. I followed him to the couch. As he walked he pulled off his tee and turned to look at me as he dropped it. I pulled mine over my head and also kicked off my shoes and socks as he reached the sofa and sat at the end. I joined him, sitting across the other side, one leg resting on the sofa, exposing my crotch encasing a cock that had been hard since he had opened the door. I look at him as he reached for the table and rolled a spliff. He was magnificent. Hairy, tattoo’d, ripped. As he rolled the paper his forearms flexed and my cunt ached to feel them flex inside my chute. He locked eyes with me as he licked the paper and sealed the contents. He picked up the lighter and handed it to me along with the spliff. Our fingers touched as I took it. He leaned back and raised an eyebrow as he looked at my crotch. I lit the spliff and put the lighter down handed him the spliff. As he took it, I stood up, undid the buckle of my jeans and slid them to the floor. As Jacques blew the smoke out I took the spliff back, and sitting down spread my legs and took a drag, forcing myself not to exhale. He looked at me and smiled. Standing up he hooked his fingers through the belt loops of his own jeans and dropped them. Fuck! Standing there in a black jock, he looked magnificent. I blew out the smoke. It left me tingling slightly. And he made no effort hiding his erect cock, straining against the pouch fabric. He sat down next to me and took the spliff from my fingers and dropped it into the ashtray. Staring into my eyes, his hands wandered up the inside of my leg and cupped my balls. “Sexy fucker”. He leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue slide between my teeth as his hand slid up my body, teasing my nipples and making me moan. I reached out and searched his body hungrily, teasing, tweaking his own nipples before sliding my hands down to his crotch. I squeezed his balls and shaft through the fabric which was soaked with precum. He pulled away and reached for a bottle of poppers on the table. He held the bottle under my nose four times. Then repeated it himself. Leaning back he raised his hands above his head and I dove into his left pit. My mind was in overdrive and I was slightly sweaty as my tongue licked deep into the groove of his armpit. He tasted clean yet salty, the muskiness of a previous workout still latent on his hairs. I heard his take a drag from the spliff before he offered me one. I held in them breathed it into his pit, licking the fumes off his hairs. I tingled again. I pulled back and looked at him. He smile. “A little bit of Tina. Hope you don’t object.” I grabbed his chin and forced my tongue into his mouth. We snogged for what seemed an eternity. When we did break away, to take a breath, we were both getting sweatier. Jacque picked up the poppers, stood up and walked deeper into the apartment. I picked up my bag and followed him down a dimly lit corridor and into the bedroom. Music was pulsing from speakers, a low hum riven with sexual impulses; in a side table in full view, a pipe, rubber bands and syringes. On the TV screen, porn. He was already on the bed, proposed up by pillows. His jock was gone. He was stroking his hard, engorged cock, and squeezing his balls. I dropped my bag and pulled off my jock. No niceties tonight. Why bother? I mused. I stood at the end of the bed, stroking my cock. I caught the poppers he lobbed at me and took deep huffs before lobbing them back. Sliding between his legs, in one swift movement I took the full length of his cock to the back of my throat. Jacques swore in shock as he felt my lips, tongue and throat welcome his cock like an old friend. His hand automatically went to the back of my head and his head thrust up appreciatively with a welcome spurt of salty precum. His hands searched out my nipples and gently began to tease them, making me moan. I arched by arse into the air so he could see the rounds of my buttocks hiding the hole I wanted him so desperately to fuck. He smelled amazing. Clean yet sweaty; musky here fresh. Buried in his pubes, I inhaled his scent as I ran my tongue along his shaft, eliciting moans and more precum each time. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled up and swung round. His mouth found my cock and he growled as he swallowed it up. His hands grabbed my arse cheeks and squeezed them. Locked, lips to cock, we feasted on eachother’s meats.

We walk to where his two boys are, and he takes their hoods off, I see their eyes are so dilated and bug out. I also see the cage on their dick; their dick has shrunken next to nothing; they are so skinny with their skin is so pale like they have not been out in the sun for ages. The man in black now know as MBI says to me, I bet they look hot to you, so I admit it yes they do. MBI single one to come over then says to him service me, so he gets on his knees and undo my pants then starts to suck my dick as MBI says don't' let me cum. I'm in heaven as this is the best blow job I have ever had so far in my life as no one has ever taken my dick so far in their mouth. With me being hard as a rock, MBI says to him, get up and bend over and for me to fuck him. I ask MBI for the lube, and he is laughing, all you will need is spit; I don't want to hurt them MBI says, just drive your dick and fuck him. MBI goes back to his chair with the other boy and is whispering into his ear. OK, with a raging hard-on, I spit on my dick line up my dick, grab his hips, then push in with no resistance till I balls deep, and I'm shocked how great it is not to hear someone screaming like I'm killing them when I fuck them. The other boy is now behind me and starts to squeeze my nipples with one hand and a finger in my ass hole. MBI is sitting in the chair lighting up a pipe with a lighter under it and is blowing clouds, then I feel a burn in my ass but it's my dick in the warm ass hole is all I'm thinking about and as I cum I grab his hips even tighter as I feel my dick pushing rope after rope of cum. He pulls away and is on his knees back, sucking my dick and cleaning the cum off as I don't see any blood, which I usually see. The burning in my ass wants something in it as both boys drag me over to the couch put on my knees as MBI comes over now faggot you will feel like to have big shoved up your hole. When MBI leaves his chair comes over, he is naked. With a dick just like mine but with a steel ring on the tip. I feel the steel ring on my anus then he pushes in, and the pain is blinding, and his two boys are holding me down as he is splitting me in half, the pain is not subsiding, but increasing, MBI says to get the point as he has stopped fucking me. The boy ties my arm off I see the flash of blood with a rush that my breath away as I'm coughing then MBI goes back to fucking me this time slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright red. MBI pulls out; his two boys are there to clean off his bloody dick as he is standing there then says one day you might be like my boys if everything goes right. I ask what do you mean MBI says time will tell as he takes me to a car that will get me home.

On more than one occasion I've leaked cum while working a flight. I know I'm going to have to "empty out" at the hotel prior to pickup. But sometimes not quite all of it is released. Luckily it's never been a huge amount of cum, and I've been able to clean up in the bathroom pretty well. If I smelled like cum, no one seemed to notice...damn it.

Met a sexy spaniard at his hotel and we end up having a very hot fuck session. At the end of it i had 3 big loads in my ass. I got in a taxi to go home and started feeling some of cum dripping out while sat down. Soon my pants were getting soakee and i could smell the cum. Had to lean on one side so i didnt leave a stain, driver asked me if something was wrong and just made a bad excuse (think he figured it out). It was a quick walk to my place to make sure neighbours didnt see my wet backside.... it was so hot

At February Cumunion party I took 8 loads in my poz ass and the last guy who fucked me loaded my cunt with his piss. I’m hoping some of the cum loads absorbed in me before his piss douche flushed them all out.

I totally agree with what you are saying, but the one thing you left out is a relationship was created and was willingly continued by both parties. The basis of any relationship is communication that be it verbal, or physical. There are times a Dom and sub can be so connected, it's as if the is an empathic telepathic link between them. You accepted your top stealth pissing in your ass because trust must of already been built or you at least felt same in him present. When you start doing edge play stealthing, raping, extreme S&M. These aspects need very explicit consent before, and even during the process, because they have the greatest to do harm. Weather that be physical ( i.e. contracting an std, bodily damage) or psycho emotional harm (sub or Dom drop off, feelings, worthlessness ( not in the good way) or confusing shame with how people perceive u). Furthermore, their are a lot of "top" that mascarade as Dom or bad ass tops when in fact they are just psycho's looking for a next victim. If you need to stealth a guy behind his back without having a discussion on non consentual sex. You already know what you are doing is wrong because you fear they will not give consent so you willingly took that power away from the bottom to get what you want. There's nothing brave or bad ass about it.

explains why i feel the way i do and why i meet men that are that much older and who share me around.. they dont seem to have me for themself .. some told me that wanted to but as soon as i move there they rent me out cheap.. hard not to feel used and like trash when sold off and leaved with men i dont even know but i do serve so i get loved a little atleast.. even if most beat me, choke or strangled me and leave me after few weeks to get picked up by the one who i date

When Chicken Hawk said I'm going to be a movie star Im not sure what he is talking about. C.H. takes to this motel and tells me to wait here, so after a few hours he comes back with cameras, lights systems and Randy. Randy grew up in an orphanage and now being 18 he had to move out. Chicken Hawk found Randy right as he left the orphanage and was wandering the streets. Randy is 5ft.3 about 100LBS. blond hair blue eyes and a body like, skinny twink. The minute I saw Randy I was in love as my dick went into over drive. Chicken Hawk leaves the room so I want to talk to Randy about what we are going to do and I find out he is a virgin and is Gay. Did I just hit the jack pot with Randy being the first one with me being POZ. Chicken Hawk wants me to make love too Randy and to go real slow so he can enjoy his first time. I take Randy into the shower as Chick Hawk is going to be filming all the time. Randy has a beautiful body with a 9-inch dick as I run my hands all over his bodying as I clean him out so I can have fun with a virgin hole. I give Randy a bottle full of G to get him ready as I rub oil over his body and T-lace lube for his hole. I spread the best looking cheeks with a pretty pink hole. I burry my face in as my tongue is licking his hole and trying to enter it with my tongue as Randy is moaning as his dick is showing me how much he is enjoying this. I get the T-laced lube and work one finger in as slow as I can then once the T is warming his hole up he is backing up on my two fingers as Randy wants more.With three fingers in Randy hole and the G & T doing it thing on his mind and body as he is ready so I flip Randy onto his back, the look on his face is priceless as he says can you fuck me. I can just slam my dick in wreck his hole but I'm not going to do this. I take more T Lube on my dick and with Randy legs over his shoulders I can look on his face and see if he is in discomfort as drive my 12X8 dick in his virgin hole, I want Randy to enjoy this. Chicken Hawk is behind us filming as I fuck his hole. My dick is rock hard as it is teasing Randy hole as the head starts to enter I can see he is enjoying this. Once the head is in Randy is asking for more and wants me to drive right in balls deep, as I do the the look on his face is like you when you get your first big slam, it takes all the air out of his lungs as I'm splitting him in half, I just stop and let his body to get use to having a dick in his ass. Once Randy catches his breath then is smiling then says WOW that feels great I start to pull out then back Inas I watch the reaction on his face and Randy is not in pain but enjoying it so I spend the next 30 minutes fucking him and when I exploder we were both soaking wet in sweat. At the time I did not know how big the load I shot , but when I pulled I flipped him over to clean his bloody hole as I did with my face buried Randy was pushing out my toxic load out as Chicken Hawk told Randy to clean my dick. I see blood on the sheets as he is cleaning my dick I'm rubbing my hands over his head then pick him up and kiss him. After we clean up and rest I ask Randy how he like getting fucked, my hole feel so empty and would love if something was in it. C.H. bring out the the syringes, I look at Randy he is smiling as he says I guess we are going to have some fun. I'm laughing as I take point and show his how to do it, The needle is stuck in my arm as I draw it back as it is showing my toxic blood, I withdraw the needle from my are, I tie off Randy arm stick the needle in his arm as I look in his face I much the plunger down with a blood slam. I remove the strap as he is coughing I roll on top and go to work on his nipple.

That we certainly do! ;3

Hi Everyone, Those in and plan to be in our great big Eunuch & Nullo family Im sure at least know of me, Ive become a bit of a recluse lately do to a mountain of personal shit but am working on getting back out there, if anyone has any questions on being eunuch or nullo please don't hesitate to ask. Trent

love to breed you both

Part 4: The next weekend I went back to Sam’s place to visit my dad and Sam. Sam my dad and I were talking in the kitchen when James came back to the place with one of his classmates (6’2” African-American names Joseph). James said hello to Sam and my dad but when he came over to me to say hello he didn’t shake my hand but instead pulled me into a deep kiss while rubbing my cock. I was surprised James would do this in front of his friend but his friend was drooling watching the action and when James broke away he told me if I wanted to join him and his friend watching a movie in his room the door would be open. While James and Joseph went upstairs, I continued to talk to my Dad and Sam. They suggested I should hand out more with James and I should see what he and Joseph were doing. I didn’t notice the smirk on Sam’s face when he said I should go to James’s room but as I let the kitchen to go up stairs Sam and my dad looked at each other with a knowing glance that it was only a matter of time until I would get even closer to James. When I got to James room I knocked and he told me to come in. When I entered both were watching some bareback porn and when I got to the couch they were sitting on I noticed both were naked from the waist down. James stood up first and came over to me and started kissing me. As we were kissing he started to fondle my cock and ass getting me hard. Joseph got up and came behind me and started to undress me from the waist down and once I was naked from the waist down he started on his knees kissing and licking my ass before spreading my legs and driving straight in with his tongue. I had never been rimmed standing up and has Joseph worked his tongue all over my hole, James and me continued to deep kiss. Slowly James led me to the bed and we ended up with me on top of him continuing our kissing. With my ass up in the air, Joseph saw his chance and took his 8” cock slowly pushed it into my ass. He slowly pushed into me as James whispered in my ear how hot it looked for me to be taking a black cock in my hole. Once Joseph bottomed out in my hole he started pounding my ass with long deep strokes to fully rough up my hole. James slide out from under me and started telling me how hot I looked with a black cock roughing my hole up. Joseph after ten minutes finally exploded into my hole with his cum and when he pulled out his cock had a pink tinge of the mix of blood and cum on it. As he walked over to me to have me lick his cock clean, James got right behind me and started fucking my hole as well. He wasted no time plowing me even harder and rougher than Joseph did and he took me how he was going to breed my hole and make me like him. I didn’t realize it at the time but while Joseph was still neg, James wasn’t and it was his plan to use Joseph to open me up so his toxic seed would take. I was sucking Joseph clean and getting him hard when James came in my ass with a massive load. But after cumming he didn’t get soft and he just continued to plow my ass and work his cum deeper into me and after another twenty minutes he came a 2nd time and then finally pulled out. Joseph saw how worn out I was and said he would come back another time to finish working me over and left me and James alone. James said to me as I was recovering he was going to give me the gift that will keep on giving like Sam & my dad had given him. He wanted to make me his blood brother and then we would be linked together like my dad and his were. Sam and my dad then called us down for dinner. I wanted to get washed up but James said I should just put on my shorts and head downstairs like he was. I followed his lead and when I got downstairs my dad and Sam were waiting for us …… To be continued

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

u will most certainly age faster if poz, and be susceptible to greater instability in ur health, and ur life expectancy will certainly decrease. how much any of this happens will vary based upon ur highest viral load, ur lowest t-cell count, ur genetics, any other health issues u may have, the genetics of ur virus, ur stress-level and lifestyle, and random dumb luck. i advise staying neg and finding a way to enjoy sexual freedom n raw sex without converting...perhaps PrEP might be right for u. i know rawtop and others r very much against PrEP, and i find this utterly misguided, but i'll let someone else throw down a gauntlet b4 i argue about it. i do indeed enjoy greater sexual freedom than at any previous time in my life, but it took me a few years of experiencing the darker side of being poz before getting to this point...i could never make light of the matter. i would much rather have taken Truvada daily than the huge cocktail off drugs i take now...but i have a good handle on evolutionary biology and the science of drug-resistance. one theme i consistently try to make in HIV-activist circles is that they had better start charting a path toward HIV-prevention that does not solely depend on the utterly crippled sexual sensation and manifold psychological hang-ups of condom-usage, and that general chemoprophylaxis is emerging as the solution in the absence of activist creativity (nanotechnologically-constructed condoms, anyone?). Test and Treat, PEP and PrEP r all modalities of HIV-infection prevention that remind us of the real glory of sex, which we all need to remember is a basic human desire that can never be eternally suppressed.