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Don’t Breed My Boy Chapter I. Last summer on Fire Island was great. My boy and I had lots of hot raw sex with each other and with strangers. My boy and I met up one night with a sexy hung guy on the boardwalk and invited him back to the house to fuck. He wound up breeding my boy just around the corner from the hot tub, while I entertained other guests. The next night, I pounded him on the deck while the neighbors watched and cheered us on. They liked what they saw. Another night, we met a sexy couple at tea. I railed one guy while his partner bred my boy, pounding him into the mattress. Lots of fun sweaty risky sex. But the most naughty fun we had all summer was our last day and night on the Island. I’m a morning person, so after I made breakfast for the house, I climbed back into bed. My boy was moving around almost silently, but backing up against my cock. He’d been fucked and bred by at least three people, none of them me, the night before and felt loose and gaping. I asked him, ‘did you have fun yesterday, boy, sharing your slutty hole with all of the Pines?’ He moaned in agreement as my cock sunk into him. I told him that I’d let him have his own fun yesterday, including taking a known POZ pornstar’s load in the Meat Rack, but today I was in charge of who got to breed him. He loved that idea and pushed back onto my hardening cock with no lube necessary. After a few thrusts, his ass was streaky with white globs. I knew that cum was the spooge from yesterday’s multiple tops that had yet to seep into his guts. I eased out to push them back in. I really get off on other guy’s cum as lube, and I had a filthy idea. ‘Babe, today, you can take all the cock you want. But they have to pull out.’ As I pumped my cock into his used cunt, he looked shocked. ‘They can shoot their loads on your hole, but I get to push them into you.’ He squealed and pushed back onto my dick and milked my load into his chute. I left my boy a cummy mess and without showering pulled on my white speedo before gathering my bag to head to the beach. I set up my umbrella, chair, and towel down at the shore, right at the end just before the Meat Rack. I had been working out and was proud of my trim frame in my most revealing swimsuit. I’ve got a thick six-inch cock that the boys seem to enjoy. It’s not massive, but it gets my boy wet in all the right places, and he’s cool with me sharing it, just as I am cool sharing his holes too. It should also be mentioned that I ooze precum when I’m turned on. I can drip precum with only a slight chub. I got myself settled and dove into some trashy book, armed with a thermos of bloody mary mix and vodka. Every time I looked up, I’d see a sexy guy. More than once I felt myself drooling precum and noticed a translucent spot in the swimsuit fabric the size of a silver dollar right at the tip of my cock. Naturally, I’d trimmed out the lining for maximum visibility. I was staying cool in the shade of my umbrella but needed a piss. I though about taking a wizz in the dunes or in the ocean but was also out of booze. I figured it might be a good idea to check on my slutty boy, knowing he was cum hungry. I went back to the house and took a piss in the master bathroom. My boy wasn’t in bed, but heard familiar moaning and sweaty skin slapping skin and I figured out that he was servicing one of the weekly shares. I peeked through the cracked pocket door of the front bedroom and saw two of our housemates really working my boy over. The blond, Reggie, was on his back with his cock pointing straight up, splitting my boy’s cheeks wide apart. His husband, Alan, was holding my boy’s jaw to his dick and really pounding his throat. Reggie saw me in the door and froze. My boy was impatient and kept raising and lowering his bare hole up and down. Alan grinned and me and gestured for me to come in. I was hard and drooling precum, soaking my speedo. My boy heard the door slide open and paused, full of cock at both ends, eyes wide open. ‘Have your fun, friends, but don’t breed my boy,’ I said. Alan and Reggie nodded and my boy went back to moaning and bouncing. Reggie pulled out and shot streams of seed across my boy’s ass. Alan shot his load all over my boy’s pretty tan face. They held their position and I lapped their cum from boy boy’s face and both sets of cheeks. My boy groaned and we arranged him on his knees, ass up, and I spat and fingered their loads into his greedy ass. I pulled my wet dick out and used it to smear their cum into his eager pussy. My boy gave me a cummy kiss and thanked me for letting them get their seed into him. He now had three fresh loads sloshing around in his guts. I flopped my soaked dick back into my suit without cumming and headed back to the beach. To be continued…

So I had been toying with the idea for a few weeks since quarantine started. I’ve been kinda obsessed with the Czech gay fantasy website and the guys there being fucked through the wall. So yesterday I got some ply wood and in my pool shed I set up a temporary wall, cut a hole in the temp wall big enough for me to stick the top half of my body through and set up a bench for me to lay my chest on on the other side of the wall. I set up another bench on the other side of the wall for me to kneel on and put padding around the wall so that when I stuck my top half through you can’t see anything and so I would be comfy. I had a nice little private fuck shed with a stuck-in-a-wall motif going when I was done. i put up an on every site I could think of and listed my address for anyone to stop by from 8pm until the sun started to come up. No chat, no back and forth emails. Just a pic of my ass, a description of the situation, and an address. I then took off my clothes and got in position. Ass up and out and the top half of me completely hidden away on the other side of the wall for total anonymity for me and anyone that wanted to use me. It was pretty comfortable too. for the first hour didn’t really get anything couple of texts asking for pics or telling me what a slut I was being but nothing else around Nine I head the door to my shed slide open and footsteps I tell you I got so hard so fast I heard a belt unbuckle and felt a Lubed finger slid in me followed quickly by a decent sized cock I was taking my first cock as a stuck in a wall whore it was amazing The guy finished up pretty quickly, pulled out and slapped me on the ass but didn’t say anything I thought I was alone but then I felt another cock slide right in there had been someone watching me get fucked for that first cock the second cock was smaller but more aggressive he fucked me for a bit before blowing a load in me when he pulled out there was a third cock that rammed itself in and started fucking me furiously kind hurt but kind felt good I was pretty confused on how that was supposed to feel One that guy was done there was a pause and then followed by another dick this guy started telling me what a whore i was and how there was a bunch of guys milking about in my backyard waiting to fuck me he then grabbed my cock and jacked me off as he fucked me making me cum right when he blew inside me he stayed in me while I convulsed from my own orgasm I don’t know about you but once I blow I am usually done with getting fucked I started to pull out of my hole in the wall when i felt the guy in me shove me back in he slide out of me and then a brand new cock slid in and started to fuck I felt another slap and then i year the verbal guy say not to bother trying to leave because with the crowd I had I would either have to take the cocks one at a time the way I was or i was going to get gang raped by all the guys that were still waiting to use me I realized my mistake then I had let me horny ass make decisions for me and now that I was feeling horny I still had a crowd of guys to take care of I was then fucked by an endless line of guys couldn’t tell you if any were repeats because besides that one guy no one spoke to me I was just fucked and dumped in and then left for the next coco to use I kinda of stopped counting after what I thought was my 40th load when I looked at my phone it wasn’t even 2am yet i was fucked until 5am when finally the guy that had just cum in me tells me he was the last one and thanked me for my service i waited just to be sure and then slide out of my hole the shed smelled like cum and my ads was broken I had a stomach ache from all the cum in me I had also pissed myself at one point from the constant stimulation after having already cum as I was walking back to my house slowly from my pool shed I felt the cum just start in a steady stream down my leg didn’t even have to try and push it out all those guys had flooded me with more than I could actually hold if I had to guess I think I took at least a hundred guys quarantine has guys worked up and needing a hole to unload in and I definitely put myself in a position to be used by everyone needing release felt good to take loads again but wasn’t quite expecting that kind of turn out ass is worn out now and I think I need to give my hole a rest but happy I could serve the community good thing I’m not a girl though cause even taking it up the ass I for sure feel pregnant

Part 2: After feeling the burning inside of my hole, I turned around to protest what he just did, but before I was able to say anything, I felt his tongue on me. The sensation on top of being high sent shivers up my spine. I was not able to speak, and gasped in total ecstasy. I arched my back and spread my legs got better access. I dug my face into the sofa as I felt sexy, horny, and unable to do anything except for accept his tongue as it probed deep into me. I pulled my face up now feeling my heart beat in my hole, I said, “Please more, I want more.” He responded with, “yeah? You want more?” I begged, “please take me.” I felt him get up on to the sofa, and he handed me some poppers. He said, “you are going to need this.” Confused, I turned around and that is when I saw his monster. His profile on BBRT said large, but I didn’t know what large was until that day. With a mix of fear and lust, I opened the bottle and took three deep sniffs. The poppers made head spin and my hole felt hot. It was empty and it needed to be filled. He said, “you get all of me.” He took out a bottle from under the coffee table, it looked like a black bottle of lube and I saw him put some silicon lube on his hand. After his monster was silky and shiny, I saw him take some crystals and place on the tip of his dick. He told me, “bite down on the sofa cushion.” I bit down on the cushion, and he started to enter me. The head alone caused me to converse in pain, but then he then placed a pillow on my lower back laydown completely on me. In a single movement, he forced his way in. I felt like I was being split in two. I felt my soul leave my body, and nothing but splintering pain. As I tried to scream, he then buried my head into the sofa and said, “just let the crystals work, I wont move, just give it a second.” It felt like 3 hours of nothing but my body breaking in half. I squirmed in revolt, but he kept saying, “let the crystals work,” and started to kiss the back of my neck. I tried to wiggled left and right, but slowly the pain went away. What felt like a dry fist started to feel warm, as started to relax, I found myself now grinding on him. I could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “told you. Are you ready?” Instead of speaking I arched my back and pressed my ass toward him, making his manhood go deeper into me. He responded by removing the pillow and pulling the sides of my ass to him forcing me to a doggy position. Even with all of this movement, his penis stayed in my hole. Then I felt him lean back pulling his shaft out from my hole. He said, “No blood. Good boy.” I felt a deep emptiness and begged, “please, give it back to me.” Without missing a beat, I felt him plunge into me, but this time instead of pain, I felt warmed and please causing my eyes to roll back into my head. As he started to move his hips, each stroke, each movement, made my knees buckle. I was under his total control. As his tempo started to increase, I begged for more. I continued him to fuck me harder and deeper. Then I felt him wrap his arms around my hips, and what happened next forever changed me. I felt as if I was riding a mechanical pull, the rate and pace of his body turned me into a puddle. This was no longer just fucking, this was him claiming me. After what it seemed to be hours of this, I felts his manhood get harder. He pushed me down so I was completely laying down on my stomach. He started to convulse on me, and his body tightened my body. I heard him say, “take my seed.” I screamed, “give it to me.” I felt the warmth of his body, but now a warmth deep in my hole. At that moment I could only feel his breath on my neck and a heart beat in my hole. I was not able to tell if that was my heart beat, or his radiating from his shaft. As he slid out of me, and said, “you good?” I responded with, “yes.” He said, “thank you, I needed that. Do you want to take a shower?” “That would be great.” As we soaped up our bodies in the shower he asked me, “you still horny?” I responded with a resounding, “yes, I need more.” He said, “good, we are not done yet.” … Part 3 to come.

Part 22 - The Boy Done Good Tony was unable to take his eyes off Jack. Unsure what it was about the person in front of him, he was just drawn to him in a way he had never felt before. Jack stood there quietly amused by how lost Tony looked "Are we swimming?" he asked. "Yes" Tony replied like an automated system his gaze still fixed on Jack. Tony looked at Jack "Sorry" he said "I didn't mean to stare at you like that" he apologised stripping naked. Jack smirked "Yes you did" he said watching Jack who glanced and smiled then dived in to the pool. Jack took his shorts and underwear off and stood naked at the edge of the pool, fleetingly he wandered if this was such a good idea. For a moment he watched Tony swim then dived in following suit. Jack was interested in his tattoos and the conversation just seemed to flow naturally between them, switching from tattoos to the guys. Jack noticing the biohazard tattoo above Tony's cock knew the significance of it. The two of them ending up in the shallow end of the pool sitting on the steps talking, Jack not afraid to open up to Tony about his life in San Diego that was a complete mess without his brother there. Savio stood at the balcony doors enjoying the breeze wafting over his body and watching Oliver undress sitting on the bed, Oliver smiled 'Come here' he said beckoning Savio over. He smiled and sauntered across the room wagging a finger at him 'Tonight I make love to you' he replied standing in front of Oliver gently pushing him on to his back. Leaning over Oliver he kissed him delicately on the stomach and begun working his way across the chest and neck seeking Oliver's mouth. His body lowered laying on top and holding Oliver's arms above his head. Savio bit gently at Oliver's lips 'I love you Olly' he whispered and closing his mouth over Oliver's in a deep kiss. His body reacting naturally, his hands running down Savio's back and his legs wrapping around Savio's hips and legs caressing them, Savio adjusted his legs pushing Oliver's up higher around his waist. Slowly moving his hips back allowing his cock to glide down towards Oliver's ass and gently pushing until he found the entry point. Oliver moaned sharply into his mouth, his legs tightened around Savio's waist, kissing him relentlessly he pushed in deeper and deeper. Locked together for nearly an hour Savio gently made love to Oliver. In Savio's very unpredictable manner Oliver was kept on his toes never knowing if he was going to be an animal or lover, it is what drove them to be so madly in love with each other. Tonight he was being a lover, his gentle love making continued until he looked down at Oliver and smiled reaching his first orgasm sending shuddering thrusts throughout Oliver's body. His tongue kissing Oliver deeper, his arms quickly wrapping around Oliver's neck holding him tightly to him, his hips bucking wildly for several moments. Savio closed his eyes the sensation in his balls reaching up through his cock pumping his seed in to Oliver's body. Frantically kissing Oliver again his mouthed clamped down on to Oliver's, his hips grinding away then steadily they began the process all over again. After his fourth orgasm he collapsed in to the arms of Oliver, their bodies still attached he shifted his body until he laid on top of Oliver on the bed. Laying there in silence stroking each other, they could hear Jack and Tony laughing outside and it was the last thing they remembered falling sound asleep. "The moaning has stopped" Jack said looking up at the open balcony doors. Tony laughed quite loudly "Do you think they know we could hear them?" he asked. "I doubt it" Jack replied "Olly has always been loud in bed" he said making Tony laugh and raising an eyebrow. Jack realised what he said ad threw his hands "No, no, no" he cried out "nothing like that I mean snoring". Tony was laughing and swam off "I believe you" he joked teasing Jack. Jack dived in and swam after Tony grabbing his legs "Come on swim harder" he said now teasing Tony. Tony felt his body being dragged back to the shallow end glancing at him "What?" Jack asked. "Nothing" Tony replied freeing his legs and laying in the shallow water on his back. Jack laid on his back in silence looking up at the night sky "What are you thinking?" Tony asked. "How different life is being here" Jack replied smiling "I finally feel free". Tony sighed "It certainly is a completely different life here" he quietly said agreeing with Jack. Jack felt so comfortable right now in his presence "Do you fancy me?" he asked before considering what he said. He suddenly sat up thinking he sounded like a complete prat, a straight man saying those words to a gay man. What on earth was he thinking, his head spinning in weird thoughts digging around for an answer himself. He was sure time had stopped whilst he tried to disentangle what he was thinking. Tony looked over at him "I wouldn't kick you out of bed if that is what you mean" he replied. Jack looked down at Tony "I don't know why I said that" he said trying to backtrack quickly. Tony chuckled "To late, it is out there now" he said now sitting up "Why did you ask?". Jack shrugged his shoulders "I have no idea, sometimes I say and do stupid things". "And you Jack, do you fancy me?" Tony asked quite casually laying back down not expecting him to really answer. Jack looked at him in silence for a moment racking his brains "Weirdly yes" he said watching Tony smile. "That's good to know" Tony replied acting like nothing was changing between them. Jack laughed thinking how ridiculous they were being "Isn't this where your suppose to kiss me?". Tony looked over at him "No" he replied waiting to see what Jack's expression would reveal. He could have sworn there was some disappointment etched on his face "Time for bed" Tony said standing up. Jack had gone quiet and stood up walking out of the pool and gathering his clothes up waiting for Tony to do the same. They walked back up the steps to the main terrace and in to the house grabbing a towel to dry off. Jack walked up the stairs with Tony following, their rooms in the same part of the house around the corner from where the others were sleeping. "Thanks for keeping me company" Tony said reaching his door. Jack smiled "It was nice" he said wanting to hit himself for his stupid words. Tony put his arms around Jack and kissed him on the lips "Good night" he said quietly feeling his cock twitching. Jack looked at him "Will you sleep with me?" he asked "I... need the company". Tony opened his door and held it open letting Jack walk in, he closed the door behind him and folded his clothes putting them on the chair then laid on the bed. The evening air was humid and the last thing he wanted was to climb under the sheets, he watched Jack in the semi darkness fold his clothes like Tony had done. Expecting Jack to lay next to him he gasped and moaned as Jack ran his hand up along Tony's chest, his gentle moans stopped and his eyes opened with his mouth full of Jack's tongue. Tony reached around Jack's body and pulled him on top straddling. Jack rubbed his ass along the plentiful shaft of Tony's cock. A simple look between them and Tony spat in his hand rubbing the saliva on his cock he pushed the head into Jack's ass. He left out a painful moan at first and caught his breath, breathing gently and deeply he edged down until Tony was balls deep in his ass. A desperate mad desire for each other took over. Jack rolled his ass back and forth on Tony's cock and adding a few bounces every now and then for good measure. Jack leaned forward to kiss Tony and he took advantage by moving one arm around Jack's neck and the other around his lower back holding him firmly in place. Slowly Tony raise his legs and took over penetrating Jack in slow deep thrusts. His moans coming in hot breaths against Tony's face. Jack's body trying to rise up to reduce the deepness but every time he tried Tony fucked him faster in to submission. Jack knew he could easily take control and stop it if he wanted to, his whole being just wanted to itself to Tony. He lunged forward and kissed Tony harder than he had ever done, his action arousing Tony to breaking point. His hand gripped harder around Jack's lower back, the force of his deep thrusting lifting Jack's body up impaling his deeper. Jack punched the bed and growled like an animal throwing his head from side to side 'fuck yes' he cried out clamping his mouth back on Tony's. His arms held Jack tight, his hips thrusted his balls aching. Tony moaned and held his hips up off the bed, the release of pressure in his body drained rapidly down to his cock and he began pumping his seed in to Jack. Jack pushed his body back further on to the cock, a feeling of electrical pulses shooting through his ass followed a warm feeling deep in his ass. His arms holding Jack in place but in reality he knew that Jack would probably not be able to take another round like that tonight. Instead he let him lay on top panting allowing the adrenaline to dissipate in both their bodies. After some time Tony was finally soft enough to pull out without hurting Jack. Jack rolled on to his back "Oh my god" he said "what the fuck have you done to me dude" he laughed wiping his forehead. "I was going to ask you the same thing" Tony replied turning his head to look at Jack. Jack turned on to his side "Do you mind if we cuddle?" he asked. Without question Tony held his arm out letting Jack cuddle up to him. Tony kissed Jack on the forehead 'Night' he said enjoying the feeling of Jack's body close to his and his hand strewn across his chest gently stroking it, they both laid there quietly listening the sounds of the night slipping in to a heavy sleep. Savio reached over and turned the alarm on his phone off, Oliver leaned over and kissed him jumping out of bed and heading in to the shower. By the time Savio arrived downstairs Oliver was making coffee with a sleepy Luca padding in to the kitchen half dressed and Mark following on behind. Savio took a sip of coffee and bounding out of the kitchen 'I get Jack and Tony up' he called out. Knocking softly on Jack's door he opened it and walked in to find no sight of Jack and the bed not even slept in. Assuming he must already be up and outside he left the room and knocked on Tony's door and waited, again there was silence. Quietly he opened the door and smiled at the sight then closed it again walking downstairs. He got two cups of coffee and went back upstairs without saying a word to anyone else what he had seen. Knocking louder on the door 'Room service' he called out opening the door. Tony was awake and Jack was starting to wake up. Savio put the coffee down next to the bed 'half an hour and we go' he said smiling at Tony and leaving the room. The closing door brought Jack out of his sleep fully 'Oh shit' he said panicking at first. "Morning" Tony said handing him a coffee. Jack looked at Tony gulping his coffee down 'Hell I needed that' he said. Jack stood up "Guess we need to get dressed" he said half smiling looking at Tony's naked body. Tony laughed "Savio said we only have half an hour be we need to leave". Jack knew this would get back to Oliver if Savio had seen them, what the fuck he thought remembering how wild he had been then cuddling up to Tony falling asleep. He also remembered Tony kissing him standing outside the bedroom. Jack picked up his neatly folded clothes and headed for the door whilst Tony watched. Jack suddenly stopped with his hand on the door handle, he turned and walked over to Tony catching him by surprise he kissed him squarely on the lips 'Thank you for last night' he said, smiling and walking out of the bedroom and across the hall to his own room. Savio stood in the kitchen and told the others they would be down shortly, mentioning nothing he carried on like it was just an ordinary day helping Oliver with breakfast. Luca watched them both laughing "Why don't you get some help Olly?" he suggested "you know a housekeeper?". Oliver stopped and looked at him "I don't need help" he replied chuckling. Savio huffed "I ask him to get help, I not do cleaning" he said with airs and graces making them laugh. "Okay" Oliver said throwing his hands up "after the grapes are in we will look in to it". Luca smiled "There are plenty of women or men come to that in the village who would keep house". "Yes but Nico and Johan can survive without one" Oliver replied waving a spoon at them. Savio huffed again "Yes but this house way bigger" he replied looking at Oliver "ask Jack to live here". "Oh god yes, ask him to live here" Mark said overly enthusiastic causing everyone to look at him "what?". Jack and Tony appeared in the kitchen at the same time, Tony asking if he could do anything to help but Oliver smiled and told him to sit down and eat some breakfast. Savio sat there watching them both and wanting to laugh at how they sat there acting out like last night was nothing, he really wanted to know all the details and if anything actually happened. After all when you find two men naked sleeping in each others arms you can only make one conclusion he thought to himself. Oliver had persuaded Luca to travel with him to Pisa and meet Brad and James, Luca had agreed knowing that Oliver might easily get lost on route. Heading up the road for another busy day Tony was playing things down with Jack talking with Mark and Luca. Tiny smiles between them when ever the caught each others eyes, they worked together in the vineyard all morning. Luca's grandmother appeared with drink and sandwiches for Luca and Oliver at 11am and they set off to the airport. His grandfather reminding Luca they would start on Cerbaia after lunch. Savio keeping a careful watch on Tony and Jack, when he was least expecting it he would get hit in the face by a grape courtesy of Mark who still found winding Savio up amusing until he got bombarded by grapes from Savio, Jack and Tony. As usual lunch was noisy and busy, tractors rolling past heading down to Cerbaia ready to start harvesting the grapes. By the time they arrived at Cerbaia Tony had pulled out some sunscreen and Jack offered to help do his back. Tony turned and smiled when he finished and Jack took his t-shirt and turned around 'do mine please' he asked. Mark and Savio both watched Jack's face float off in a dreamy state. "Something happening there you think?" Mark asked Savio who looked at him and chuckled. Savio picked up his basket and pruning scissors "They look good together" he replied kicking Mark's basket. "Alright I can take a hint" Mark said picking his basket up "definitely something going on" he said. "What are you two gossiping about?" Nico asked allocating them a row to work in. Nico looked in the direction of Jack and Tony and chuckled "Oh right" he said pushing them both to get on. By late afternoon Oliver and Luca arrived at Cerbaia with Brad and James. Jack found Brad way to much to handle and went back to work with Tony. The similarities in age was all that Jack could see they had in common. Mark came bounding over and helped them starting a new row of vines telling them that Oliver and Savio were cooking pasta and they were staying over again. Jack discreetly glanced at Tony who nodded and got back to work, he thought that Tony might at least shown something. It bothered him that he even thought that way and why should he really care if Tony was pleased to be staying, he put his head down snipping away quite angrily for some bizarre reason. Tony stood up having filled his basket and walked over to Jack "You swimming with me tonight again?". Jack glanced up "Do you want me to?" he asked trying to gage the situation. Tony picked up his basket "Of course I do Jack" he replied and walked off. Mark leaned over the vine "What is going on here?" he asked pointing his scissors to Tony and then Jack. Jack threw a grape narrowly missing Mark "Mind your own business" he replied smirking. "You want me to come round there and torture it out of you?" Mark asked grinning at him. Jack scoffed and giggled "I can take you down anytime dude" he said throwing another grape that Mark caught. "Best watch your back dude" Mark said mimicking him "Get you when you least expect it". For some reason Jack had a real affection for Mark, he actually liked everything about him. Jack stood up and grabbed Mark's hand pulling him closer to vine and out of nowhere he kissed him on the lips "Bring it on" Jack said letting go of Mark who stumbled back like he was going feint. Mark composed himself and chuckled "Want to see how hard you made my cock?" he asked rubbing it in his shorts. Johan walked up behind Mark and slapped him hard on the ass "Stop flirting or I will fuck you here". Jack fell about laughing "Thanks Johan" he said happily allowing Johan to kiss him on both cheeks. "This one is a handful unless you know how to handle him in bed" Johan said winking at Jack. Jack picked up his full basket and smiling he walked off "I just don't get him" Mark said watching Jack. "He is someone who is lost" Johan said looking at Mark "how did he taste?" he asked laughing. Mark moved his basket and went back to the vine he was working on "He turned me on big time" he replied. Savio made Oliver's favourite pasta dish whilst Oliver watched and prepared salad and bread. Luca got on with Brad and James although he was a little guarded with suspicion since it could have been either one of them who gifted him. Mark found it annoying and spent most of the evening engaging with Jack threatening to wrestle each other and being coerced by Johan and Tony to do it. Brad and James were playing it low key with Tony after Oliver explained about him being extremely protective of Luca and also with Mark. With dinner finished Brad and James sat at the table with Luca, Oliver, Savio and Nico. The others were either sitting on the lower terrace by the pool or swimming. Brad returned to the table having looked down at the noise from below "I miss you in New York" he told Oliver. "You have the means to come out here when you like" Oliver replied holding hands with Savio. Brad smiled "I like your brother Olly" he said "I think him and Tony have the eye for each other". Oliver chuckled "Really?" he asked "I have often wondered about Jack but always to scared of him to ask". James laughed "Olly he is your younger brother how the hell are you scared of him?" he asked. "Look at him" Oliver remarked "he could easily knock my block off" he said with everyone laughing. Johan retuned from the lower terrace wet "What are you laughing about?" he asked sitting down kissing Nico. "If Jack fancies Tony" Brad replied chuckling. Johan smiled "Oh he does, and it's mutual that is easy to spot" he replied. Luca sat up "You think something will happen with them?" he asked looking a little confused. Johan laughed "I would be concerned more about Mark and Jack" he said "Jack kissed him the vineyard today". "No way" Oliver replied smiling looking at Savio who kept a dead pan expression. "Gave Mark an erection" Johan finished saying "I think there is a great friendship growing between them". It was getting late and Brad was beginning to fade through jetlag so Oliver showed them to their room. He showed Nico and Johan their room and with Nico joking that maybe he should open a bed and breakfast with so many rooms and people staying. Luca and Mark walked up the stairs on to the landing and into their room that Oliver has designated as Luca and Mark's room whenever they stayed. Savio was standing on the terrace watching Tony and Jack when Oliver returned. "Hey" Savio said in quiet voice. Oliver looked down "Do you think anything will come of it?" he asked putting his arm around Savio's waist. Savio smiled and nodded "They slept in the same bed last night" he said "please don't say anything". Oliver kissed Savio "That is why you have been a little quiet when talking about them" he said guessing. Savio nodded "What are you doing?" he asked feeling Oliver move. He picked up the half drunk bottle of wine and two glasses and took them down to the lower terrace putting them besides Tony and Jack at the pool the wished them good night and walked back up to Savio taking him to bed. Jack watched Tony pour two glasses of wine handing one to him. His pretence had gone feeling much happiness being here, meeting so many amazing people who had a very real love of each other. Beginning to understand his own feelings he saw that freeing himself would allow him to embrace life and be truly happy. He knew the way Tony looked at him said a hundred words that he could not even express. His mind cast back to the previous night and that simple kiss that caused him to smile. "What are you smiling at?" Tony asked breaking Jack's chain of thought. Jack shrugged his shoulders "Just things" he said quietly afraid to say in case of rejection. Tony smiled at him "What shall we toast to?" he asked holding his glass in the air. "Whatever is most fitting" Jack replied holding his glass up. Tony looked him in the eye pausing for a moment "To us then" he said. Jack's hand shook slightly "To us?" he questioned "as in us?" he seemed unsure saying the words. "Sorry" Tony replied "I didn't mean to imply anything". Jack swallowed hard his mouth going dry before he spoke "No, I like the us thing" he said. They clinked glasses and sipped the wine sitting in silence, Tony taking occasional glances at Jack trying to work out if he was really being open about something happening between them. Jack put his glass down and looked at Tony 'Want to swim?' he asked already taking his t-shirt off and stripping naked before slipping off the edge and into the cooling water. Tony watched Jack smiling 'Are you sure?' he asked taking his shorts off seeing Jack nod. Oliver and Savio watched over the balcony and kissed each other 'Let them work it out' he said to Savio pulling him back inside the bedroom. They swam around and Tony went back to the side of the pool and sipped his wine watching Jack swimming towards him. Jack grabbed his glass and took a swig for courage then faced Tony edging closer. Quickly he kissed Tony on the mouth and pulled back grinning, their eyes fixed on each other drawing them closer until Jack felt his lips parting at the touch of Tony's lips meeting his. It was tender and soft, no abruptness or urgent need. He was sure Tony was testing the water to be absolutely sure, Jack though wanted more and instigated a further kiss slipping the tongue to Tony and instantly feeling his body being wrapped in Tony's arms holding him. They kissed, kissed and kissed, swimming around in the pool joined at the mouth unable to stop kissing each other. The wine had long since gone and they both climbed out of the pool feeling a chill from their wet skin hitting the night air. Walking inside they went up to Jack's room, forgetting their clothes that lay strewn by the pool they collapsed on the bed in each others arms kissing and exploring their bodies. Jack looked at the clock it was already gone 2am and he rolled on to his back cuddling up to Tony, they had one last kiss and snuggled up together. Tony was aware not to rush in to things to heavily with him. Both thinking at best a little holiday sex was on the cards, little did they realise how much their impact on each other was going to change their lives so quickly. Oliver rolled over and woke finding the bed empty, he stretched climbing out walking over to the balcony. Rubbing his eyes Savio called out from below 'Coffee is ready', Oliver looked down and smiled at Savio preparing the table for breakfast. His eyes drawn to the pool smiling at the sight of the clothes and empty wine bottle. Quickly showered and changed he walked out and knocked on Jack's door and waited a second before opening it. Jack was laying half across Tony's body both naked 'Time to get up' he said tapping Jack on the leg. Jack looked up sleepily "What already?" he complained feeling Tony's hand stroking his back. Oliver smiled and drew the curtains back from the open balcony doors "5 minutes" Tony replied. "What time did you two get to bed?" Oliver asked walking back across the room. Jack held up two fingers "2am" he replied climbing off and heading to the shower. Oliver sat on the bed "So?" he asked looking at Tony. Tony chuckled "What?" he said "you want me to ask your permission?" he joked. "Don't play games with me Tony" Oliver replied grabbing his foot and tickling it. Tony giggled struggling to get his foot free "We just kissed" he said managing to compose himself. Oliver stood up and looked at him "He didn't even jump this morning when I found you two in bed". Oliver leaned over and kissed Tony "Be nice to my brother or you have me to answer to" he chuckled. Tony smirked "Does that mean I have to be nice to you as well?" he asked pulling Oliver on the bed. Tony straddled across Oliver and tickled him Jack appeared and laughed "Just below the armpits" he said. Oliver panicked "No" he cried out as Tony went straight to the target. Tony got him and Oliver screamed in laughter trying to hold his arms down to stop Tony but Jack held them up and he had to lay there taking it. The commotion brought Luca and Mark to the room who stood there laughing before Mark grabbed Jack and Luca pulled Tony off Oliver. Jack twisted around and pinned Mark up against the wall with his arms firmly pinned above his head 'Face it your no match for me' Jack said moving his face close like he was going to kiss him then pulling back teasing Mark. Taking a different tact Mark began wriggling his body making erotic sounds 'Oh Jack' he said seductively 'Jack kiss me' he moaned 'Jack' he cooed lovingly all the time watching Jack who was now laughing and struggling to keep Mark pinned against the wall. Jack pushed his body up against Mark 'Fuck it' he said catching Mark by surprised he kissed him then let him go. Mark slipped down the wall on to his bum 'Oh god yes' he said looking a complete mess. Luca walked over and looked down at Mark and tutted then grabbed Jack and walked out chuckling. Oliver wiped his eyes from the tears of laughter and picked the dithering Mark up off the floor with Tony's help. Eventually they arrived a little late to join the rest of the people who were heading down to the vines, Lorenzo jokingly asked how they could all be late when they lived only meters from where they were working. Jack now sticking to Tony like glue except for when Mark appeared and started teasing him. Dead on cue at midday Amelia appeared with several other ladies from the village and set up the long table for lunch. Brad and James in high spirits loving the experience spent some time talking with Tony when their interest wasn't on Luca and Mark. Brad was still keen on Luca and kind of desperate to fuck him again then take Mark as a bonus. James though was fascinated by Nico and Johan. Throughout lunch Jack and Mark sat patiently with Amelia learning more Italian words. Oliver was picking up bits and pieces slowly and even Tony who spoke Spanish fluently could converse quite easily through the language similarities. The weekend was looming and everyone was aiming to have the harvest in by Friday morning and everyone agree to work late today to get ahead. Luca and Mark were more keen to do this since Gio and Sarah would be arriving on Saturday then Mark's parents on Sunday. As Luca was reeling this bit of information Oliver asked Tony to come and stay at Cerbaia, the look Jack gave him made his mind up immediately and he agreed. Walking back to the vines Luca managed to catch Tony on his own which was becoming a rare occurrence. "You okay with staying at Cerbaia, you know my parents will be upset" Luca said walking with him. Tony smiled "I know but I will see them" he replied "anyway it will give Jack and I some time". Luca chuckled "Do you think there is something there?" he asked "I mean really something?". Tony shrugged his shoulders "Maybe, I get butterflies when he is near me" he admitted. Luca pondered for a moment "I think he has always been gay just never had the right motivation". Tony looked at him and chuckled "He struggles with it Luca, but he is slowly unravelling". Luca nodded "And if things work out what will you both do?" he asked wondering if they had even discussed it. "I don't know Luca" Tony replied "a lot will depend if he stays here or goes back to home". Luca smiled and put his arm around Tony "You probably hold the key to his decision Tony". "I love my work Luca you know that" Tony said patting Luca's ass. Luca laughed "I know, I mean how else would you have got to fuck me" he said giggling. They approached Jack who was busy cutting grapes "I brought your man back" Luca said. Jack looked up and smiled at Luca "My man?" he exclaimed "Is he my man?" he said sitting down on the dirt. Luca winked at Jack and Tony picked up his pruning scissors "If you want me to be" he said walking off. Jack stood up "Oi" he called out and Tony turned to look at him "Yes" he said kneeling back down to work. Tony grinned and looked at Luca "I still want you though" Luca said smirking at Tony. Tony smiled feeling elated "You need to ask my man first" he replied "although Brad looks desperate for you". Luca laughed walking off "I have to be in the right mood he is quite brutal and rough". Luca smiled watching Tony walk off with a spring in his step, he glanced back at Jack who was working away with a smile on his face. At 7.30pm Nico walked over and told Jack enough for the day as he was still going strong and humming to himself. Reluctantly he picked up his gear and brought the basket up to the tractor. Lorenzo patted Jack on the shoulder telling him how impressed he was by his hard work. He never received compliments like this and felt acutely embarrassed hearing Lorenzo going on at how good he was to his wife Amelia. She said something back to him Italian that Jack couldn't understand he went over to the table to join the rest of the gang for dinner. Lorenzo went over and spoke to Nico, Jack noticed Savio's head pop up from his conversation with Mark and Brad listening to his grandfather and uncle, then looking at Jack he smiled. Amelia, Luca and Oliver cleared the table after dinner was finished and Nico walked over asking to talk to Jack, he nodded and stood up as Lorenzo appeared and they walked off out of earshot of the table. "Jack my father wants to know if you would be interested in a job here?" Nico asked sitting down. Jack looked shocked at sat down next to Lorenzo "Like a proper job here?" he asked looking at them both. Nico nodded "Well not quite here but up at the main winery, we will tech you everything". "Wow" Jack scratched his head bemused by it all then suddenly thinking of Tony "are you sure?" he asked. Lorenzo nodded "You are hard worker Jack and I think you would like working here" he added. "Tell me Jack what is going on with you and Tony?" Nico asked him directly. Jack blushed "We are sort of getting to know each other" he replied trying to play it down. Nico nodded "There is work here for him" he said "I think a few people would be happy if you stayed". Jack didn't need time to think since these had been his best days for ages "Yes thank you I will". Lorenzo smiled "Good" he said then looking at Nico "this family keeps getting bigger" he laughed. "Family?" Jack said looking confused. Lorenzo stood up "Amelia and I already look on you as extended family Jack" he said and walked off. Nico smiled "Like it or not Jack your stuck with this family" he said chuckling. Jack smiled "I don't mind, anyway if Savio and Oliver marry I suppose that makes me sort of family". Nico patted his shoulder and left Jack sat there looking out across the landscape, realisation dawning on him that his old life was fast fading in the background. His emotions getting the better of him, eyes welling up and spilling down the side of his face. Quickly wiping his eyes noticing Oliver heading in his direction with a cup of coffee. "You okay Jack?" Oliver asked sitting next to him looking concerned "looks like you have been crying". "Yeah" Jack replied looking at him "I'm okay, did you mean what you said about me staying here?". "Of course I did" Oliver said "your my brother we always said growing up we would look out of each other". Jack smiled "They offered me a job here" he said sounding shocked and glancing at Oliver. Oliver smiled and looked at the unused barn "Does that mean I need to renovate the barn for you?" he asked. Jack looked at him "What make it in to a bedroom for me?" he asked. "Well not just a bedroom a proper home for you" Oliver suggested. Jack shook his head "No, it costs money to do that" he said declining Oliver's offer. "Jack you have never asked me for money" Oliver said "At least let me do this for you". Jack smiled "Okay" he agreed "just one other thing I think Tony became my boyfriend today". Oliver laughed "That I am not surprised about, you like him a lot?" he asked. Jack nodded "I don't know why but he makes me feel good" he admitted. "I guessed you might have been bisexual" Oliver said "but I am happy you found him". Jack looked at him "Will Tony go back to England?" he suddenly asked Oliver. "Bro I don't know" Oliver replied "you need to have that conversation with him". Oliver and Jack stood up and walked back to the long table joining everyone else. Johan walked on to the terrace and Oliver went over to him hugging him hard 'Thank you for what you have done with Jack' he said kissing him on the cheek. Johan looked at Jack sitting next to Tony and smiled 'I think everyone is coupled up now'. Tony went back to England to rent his flat out and took up part time counselling with Johan and working with Jack in the winery on his return. The following summer the apricot orchard on the Cerbaia estate was packed full of people attending three marriages. Oliver and Savio went first then Mark and Luca and finally Jack and Tony.

Part 2. I woke up with my ass throbbing and a hardon. Kenny was still spooning me and I could feel his breath on my neck. I got up, found the bathroom and felt wetness at the top of my thighs. I sat on the toilet and peed and let go 3 large long loud flappy farts. Kenny poked his head in and said we should shower. He jumped in and I followed, we soaped up bodies, cocks, balls, nipples. And then he bent me over and put a hose up my hole and cleaned me out he said. He put his soapy cock in me after and pumped it a few times as I moaned at the fullness and burning soap. He pulled out and pronounced me "ready for visiting hours!". And then I cleaned him out too. It was still snowing like crazy when we dried off. Kenny made us some heavy screwdrivers in big glasses and then called out of work. I went back to the couch and turned on the tv, which had a porn paused from last night, so I hit play and laid back with my drink. Kenny was on the phone in his bedroom as I began to sip my drink and stroke my dick. When he came back in his glass was empty and he grabbed mine to refill. I felt good...horny....sexy. Kenny sat next to me and we drank and watched a shower orgy, playing with each other's bodies. He put his empty glass down and litup his bong, and began sharing smoke with me in long luxurious kisses. He felt amazing, I felt amazing and he led me by the hand to his room. Naked men covered the walls and his room smelled like a lockeroom and cum, lots and lots of cum. He laid me down and we made out. He worked down my body from my nipples to my hole. He grabbed some lube from his nightstand and started working it into me, saying. "My friends are coming to join us for our snow day, gotta get you ready for LOTS of cock". He sucked me as he worked his fingers in and out, coating my insides with lube. I moaned and writhed on the bed. And then I heard the door open and somebody yell, "Hey Kenny! " "In here Javier!!!" , yelled Kenny as he pulled off my cock.....and I heard multiple footsteps coming down the hall.....

Part 1: Six months ago, my husband went on a business trip to Boston. I was left home alone, and found myself surfing through BBRT. As I start to chat with people around me, someone invited me to have a little fun with him. I got myself in the shower and cleaned myself inside and out. I wanted to fully enjoy a long session. I found myself shaking in excitement. When I got to his place, I called the number he provided me. On the third ring, I heard a deep, "Hello?" I piped up and said, "Hi this is Drew, we chatted on BBRT." He responded with,"Hey, you infront of the building?" "Yep." "I'll be right there, just give me a sec." I waited for what it seemed like 15 minuets. I looked up at the grey sky and realized it was going to rain soon. As I started to get a little worried I got stood up, a guy appeared from the door. He looked like his picture, 35, 6'3, very dark skin, almost like melted chocolate, with a strong build. He welcomed me with a kiss, somewhat surprising me. He said, "Cool, wana come up?" I perked up and said, "Yes, totally." He said, "My first time with a cute little asian guy." I blushed a little, this was the first time someone ever called me a little asian. I stand at 6 feet tall, decent build. I felt my little pucker flinch as he said that. This dark man was about to take me and treat me like a piece of meat. We get to his front door, and he welcomes me in. It was a beautiful apartment, with high windows. He invited me to sit down in his living room, and noticed there was a glass pipe. He sat down and started to light it up, and I saw the white smoke slowly come out of the bulb at the end of the pipe. I used to party more when I was in my early twenties, and now in my early thirties, I haven't partied with anyone. As he inhaled deeply, he looked at me and pointed to his lips. I took a moment there and realized I had two options. Either I could leave and just head home, or I could let him kiss me and breath in the white smoke. I sat on his sofa looking at this black god, and I leaned in. I opened my mouth and sealed out lips together, as he exhaled I inhaled as smoothly as possible. Not to lose a single wisp coming out of his mouth. At the end of his breath he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. We lingered onto each others lips as if were hungry. I exhales the white smoke he fed me as we were kissing. I felt my body tingle from excitement and passion. He then pulled himself off of me and took another hit. Again we shotgunned and made out three time. I was flying at this point, and he told me to lay down as smoke myself up. As I lit the pipe I felt his hands pull my pants off of me. As I drew in the first hit, I felt his strong warm tongue in between my cheeks. On top of being high this made me moan a little holding the hit in my lungs. I spread my legs open to give him better access. He then took his head and told me to take another hit, and this time just enjoy the feeling. As I felt the smoke enter my lungs, I felt him eat out my hole. The tina started to work one me. My hole started to get hungry, and I moaned for more. As he finished eat my hole wet he said,"we are going to have fun tonight, just relax." I moaned, "do whatever you want with me." He said, "do you want all of me?" I moaned, "yes, please" At that moment I felt his finger enter my hole, and it burned. That is when I knew I got booty bumped, and this was going to be a fun night.

5. Taken Home James woke up Thursday morning. He checked his mail, and he was surprised to see an e-mail from Mitchell. It was a link to a digital representation contract. "Think it over. I'll need a decision early next week." He had only a slight bit of guilt over the blowjob. Mitchell's cock had been amazing. His eyes were still sore, after two loads of cum in them. He had gotten some eye drops on the way back from Mitchell's, but they hadn't done much. He looked at them in the mirror; they were bloodshot from the foreign fluids. He put on some work-out clothes and went to a gym he had seen around the corner. He hadn't worked out in a week, and was just vain enough to worry about it. He was mindful of money; this week had been non-stop spending, and he hoped that Mitchell might be able to find at least a small job for him soon. But, a gym was necessary; he wasn't a model, but he wasn't bad looking. The gym was quiet on a Thursday morning, and the lone attendant was more than happy to sign him up for a month's trial membership. James tried not to stare; he was model-handsome, and perfectly worked out. He wondered if the trainer was gay, and wondered if he even had a chance with him. Unfortunately, the paperwork went by quickly, and James had to do the workout. It was a legs and glutes, and he pushed himself hard. He hadn't been fucked much before; Eric thought it was dirty. Guys online told him he had a great ass, and the few time he had done it, it had felt so good. By the time he finished his workout, the trainer was working with a woman. James went home, and spent some time working on his body and hair. He shaved off the stubble from the past few days, then trimmed his pubes and chest hair a bit. He was a hairy boy; the one time he had shaved it all off, he looked like he was only fourteen. Before long, it was evening. He had seen an ad for a club on the street earlier, it had a Thursday special: two for one drinks. He got prepared, and then it was just a short ride away. There was enough of a line to get his interest aroused, and as he walked down to the end, the guys he could see were all hot, from twink boys, all the way through muscle daddies. The line moved quickly, and soon he was inside. The club was dark and loud; the dance floor was packed. He got his drinks, downing one quickly for courage, and taking his time with the second. When he finished, he got on the dance floor. It felt great to lose himself in the music, and feel the men press their bodies against him. Then one of the men pressed himself much more insistently against James's body, and then grabbed his ass. "I've been wondering all day what this felt like," he said. The voice was familiar. James turned around, and it was the trainer from the gym. "I'm Tim," he said. "James." "I remember. And these do feel very good." "Thanks," James said. The two men smiled at each other. Tim was a bit taller than James, with dark brown hair, and several day's stubble on his face. He was in the last of his twenties, confident and sure of himself. He made the first move, leaning in and kissing James. The two men made out for a several seconds, before the music got each of them moving. They danced together for several more songs, getting sweaty in densely packed dance floor. Once more, Tim made the move. "I live around the corner. Wanna go back to my place?" "Sure," James said, giving Tim another kiss. "Great. Come." Tim grabbed James's hand, squeezing it, then threaded his way through the crowd to the exit. Once outside, the night was still warm. The two men walked the block to Tim's place, their sweat still dripping from their skin. Once inside, Tim guided James to the bathroom. "Let's take a shower. Get this sweat off us." He turned on the shower, and stripped down. James also took off his clothes. "Fuck," Tim said. "Sexy little otter." James blushed, he still felt a little self conscious about being naked, and his cock was getting rapidly hard. Tim watched, and laughed. "You're not a little otter at all." He grabbed James, and pulled him into the shower. His body was warm and hard against his. James realized they didn't have to be quiet. They didn't have to keep this a secret. It was very liberating, and he pushed his tongue into Tim's mouth. "Damn, you are hot," Tim said, between kisses. Between them, both men's cocks were lengthening and stiffening. "Thanks. You too." James reached down, and felt Tim's cock. It was already too big to wrap his hand around. "Fuck, that's big." "Don't worry." Tim said. "I'll take my time with you." Tim spun the boy around so that he faced the shower head. He knelt between his legs, and buried his face into James's ass. The boy yelped twice, once in surprise, then a much slower one, a yelp of pleasure. "OH FUUCK," James grunted. He had never felt a tongue on his ass hole before, and it felt amazing. Tim took his time, carefully stretching and relaxing the boy's hole, first with his tongue, followed by a finger and then two, before Tim paused. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. The two toweled off slowly, constantly getting interrupted by kissing each other. Finally, they made it to the bed, James on his back, legs spread, with Tim and his massive dick kneeling between them. Tim applied lube to James's hole and his cock. Just as he was lining up, James stopped him. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. Tim's expression changed suddenly. It was clear that the question annoyed him, and James regretted asking it. But at the same time, he knew he had to be safe. "No," Tim said. "I don't. I'm on prep, so it's not a big deal." "Prep? What?" Tim started to smile again. "It's safe. It prevents HIV. So I can't get infected. And I can't pass it on to you." James's cock was hard as a rock, and his ass was throbbing. He wanted to get fucked so badly. "You're sure it's safe?" "Absolutely," Tim said. "I take it every day. And I get tested every three months as well." "I guess it's ok," James said. "Just don't cum in me." "Of course," Tim said, planning nothing of the sort. He pushed his cockhead into James's hole. There was no rubber on his cock, and he could feel the warmth and wetness of James's ass. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," he moaned. "Oh damn! That feels amazing!" James grunted. He had never been fucked raw before, and he knew he would never fuck safe ever again. James could feel every ridge, every vein on Tim's cock. He had never felt this connected with his partner, and he wanted every fat inch of Tim's cock. "Fuck me," he grunted. "Of course," Tim said. He pushed the full length of his dick into James. The boy yelped for a second, but it was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure. "You feel so good," Tim said. "You too," James replied. The two men kissed deeply, as Tim continued to fuck James's hole. The younger man loved the feeling of the thick cock inside him. Although he was still afraid, it was hard to deny how good the raw cock felt inside him. "It feels so good raw." "Is this your first time barebacking?" "Yeah," James said. "I've not gotten fucked that much, actually." Tim's cock twitched. There was something hot about James's slutty innocence, and he wanted to be part of the effort to defile the boy. Any doubt in his mind about cumming in James's hole disappeared. He knew that it would be easy to get James to come around to his thinking as well. "You feel so good. It's hard not to drip pre-cum." "Yeah? You're dripping?" James was lost in the heat of passion and hadn't thought through the implications. Tim did nothing to help him. "Fuck yeah. Always do when I'm fucking a hot hole like yours." "The prep? It means you can't catch it?" "Right. And I was tested earlier this week." "Um, would you," James started. Tim didn't say anything. He knew what was going to come next, and what would cum after that. "Would you cum inside me?" Tim leaned in and kissed James. "When the time comes, yes. But I want to enjoy this first." The two kissed some more. Then talked more. Then kissed more. But throughout it, Tim's cock slowly fucked James's hole. They were edging closer and closer, until Tim couldn't hold back. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Please," James said. It had been over an hour of fucking, and James was feeling it. His ass was getting tender, but he wanted to feel Tim's load. "Fuck me. Cum in me." "Fuck yeah boy," Tim grunted, slamming his dick deep into James. He held it there, as his cock twitched and spasmed. "FUUCK YEAH," he grunted, as his cock unloaded into James's guts. Another spurt, another visceral grunt. "I'm CUMMING IN YOU," marked the third spurt. Tim was slamming his cock in and out, wiping down the full length of James's asshole with his seed. "Give it to me," James moaned, wrapping his legs around Tim's torso, holding Tim's spermy dick in his ass. "Fill me up." "FUCK YEAH," Tim grunted another time. And then another. Tim's dick slid in and out easily now; the entire chute lubricated with sperm. "Oh fuck, thank you," James said. "That was amazing."

Plenty of people with stats degrees get it totally wrong by failing to include all the data thereby "shaping" the data, and by having a conclusion they are focused on proving, rather than seeing where the data takes you. The people I'm referring to in this case are those who used purported statistics to oppose every advance in LGBT rights over decades. The reason they could do this is because LGBT people were so little studied in so many realms of medicine and public policy so it was easier to distort what little data there was or make up what was missing. The Williams Institute at UCLA was established to focus on doing the analysis and research to fill in that gap and make those distortions stand out for the self-serving manipulations they were. A great deal of their work is in the record rebutting the anti-Marriage Equality cases at the Supreme Court Of The United States (SCOTUS). My point being that people with agendas, or who want to justify their actions, misinterpret data and statistics *all the time*. That doesn't mean that reality conforms to the shape of their self-delusion or self-deception. Statisticians and data scientists who are held to the standards of peer review around the world are looking at the rapidly emerging data and, certainly based on the US dataset, there is evidence that COVID-19 mortality is being undercounted based on a "spike of excess mortality" in broader CDC data. The issues involved are complex. What is the distinction between someone who died OF COVID-19 rather than WITH COVID-19 and what should be counted? How are OF COVID-19 deaths being confirmed when the testing rate and the autopsy rate are just fractions of the total deaths? What percentage of the up to 40% spike in excess mortality numbers can and should be attributed to COVID-19? These are things it will take time to come to consensus on. After all, there is still no agreed on final death toll for Hurricane Katrina and that was in 2005. Your blithe dismissal of the threat COVID-19 presents to individuals and society seems both unfounded and unwise based on the data, even as early and imperfect as that data is.

Oh my... memories. Once upon a time I had a 12” double-headed dildo. I got quite practiced at taking it all the way up to the point that only the second head remained outside my hole. This was many years ago, when I was still very tight inside. One evening my ass got greedy. After I came hard from that cumming-while-impaled feeling, I reached down to pull on the second head only to find it not there. A finger inserted full-length up my cunt met nothing but cunt. Long story short, after trying minimal procedures and failing, the doctors told me I would have to have it surgically removed. With only one hour left before I was to be cut open, I went to the toilet, and by some miracle the thing suddenly dislodged and slithered out of me. Expensive lesson - A suitcase full of dignity I’ll never get back, plus $2,000 and change to the hospital. You can get 15-20 really good dildoes for that...

When i was a young teen a friend put a rather large ( read VERY fat zucchini!) in my ass and it broke in half! Both of us were sweating bullets thinking of explaining this to our parents who had no clue we were fucking. That was the first time i was fisted as he ended up putting his whole hand up my ass trying to get it out. Needless to say that started a whole new side of our fucking and his hand ended up in my ass on a regular basis after that lol

Part 1 Chris and Tyler both grew up in conservative homes in the midwest. They both knew early on that they were different. At church, homosexuality was condemned and at school the locker room was full of talk about girls. Chris and Tyler both tried to pray their feelings away but they would always go back to their computers at night and search gay porn. After they got off they would feel nothing but guilt. They thought this would be the way their lives would go. Push the urges down and feel guilty about them when they gave in. They always gave in. Both of them ended up going to the same college and had the same idea once they moved on campus. Give in to the urge now that no one knew them. They were both the only people from their town to go to the school so they didnt have to worry about someone finding out. They both downloaded grindr and thats how they met. They were both bundles of nerves when they chatted but they learned that they had so much in common. They talked about meeting but they both admitted to being scared. It was a big school but they still had the fear of someone finding out. Finally though they did decide to meet but in public like wholesome Christian boys. It was awkward. They didnt know what to say to each other now that they didnt have the safety they felt when they were just messaging in an app. But they were both attracted to each other. Chris was taller by a couple inches but both were athletic from being three season athletes in high school. They even had that in common. That meeting ended with a handshake and they headed back to their dorm rooms. They didnt end up talking about much. Just classes and moving from a small town and dorm life. They had never talked about gay sex with anyone. It was hard to just start. Once they got back on the app just an hour later, their conversation got a lot freer. They both told the other that he was hot and they wanted to get naked together. They went for it and Tyler invited Chris to his dorm room. Once Chris got there the nerves were back. They didnt really know what to do. They kissed. For both of them their first. They were just lips and teeth at first but a hunger started to emerge as they realized they were getting what they had wanted for so long but thought they would never get. They started moaning and breathing heavy tongues exploring the others mouth. Clothes started coming off and they moved to the bed. Tyler's cock was 7 inches cut but Chris was 9 cut and thick. Chris was on top of Tyler grinding his big cock on the hot boy under him. Both of them lost control fast and came almost at the same time. There was a pool of cum between them all over their chest and abs. They never broke their kiss once it started to the moment they came. But once they came down from their cum the guilt set in and Chris got his clothes on fast and ran out. They fell into a routine. They would do most of their talking on the app and eventually they would meet up and grind and make out until they came. The guilt was always there to rush them out. But they started getting bolder on the app after a few weeks and a few hot sessions. Chris decided to see if he could push things a little further. Chris: So you ever think you would wanna do more than what we do? T: You mean making out and getting naked? I like that Chris: Yeah it's amazing but would you ever wanna do more? T: Like what? Chris: What kinds of things do you think about? Tyler didnt respond for a while as he tried to decide whether he could tell Chris about a fantasy he had. Chris: u there? T: Yeah. I saw this video where a guy was watching a couple guys hook up. He just jerked off and didn't touch the guys but I thought it was hot Chris: You want someone to watch us? T: Is that too weird? I didn't really think we would do it or anything Chris: Thats hot. We could try it if you want. Who would it be though? I don't know anyone. T: We could find someone on this app. Chris: Oh yeah lol. So you wanna try to find someone to watch us mess around? T: Sure! The search for a guy to watch them play became an obsession for Chris and Tyler. Chris wanted to try more than just rubbing their bodies together until they came and he was hoping this could be a step in that direction. Tyler had been holding this fantasy longer than he told Chris. He would jerk off in his bedroom at home and fantasize about a hot stranger sitting at his desk and watching. The idea of being watched turned him on like nothing else. They decided to start with guys who contacted them first. After chatting them up they would tell the guy that he had a friend who he messed around with regularly and they wanted someone to watch. Some of the guys weren't into it and other guys who liked it as long as they got to join eventually. Chris and Tyler werent ready for that yet. So that left just a few who seemed ok with the parameters that Chris and Tyler set. They settled on Hunter. He was older and seemed really nice and he even said they could play at his place so they could have more privacy. What Chris and Tyler didnt know was that Hunter was always looking for good Christian boys like them who he could change forever. He bought his home near campus so that students didnt have to worry about finding a ride to his place. Most of the kids on campus didnt have cars so a guy who had his own place and was nearby was always the easiest way to yes. He loved breaking virgin boys in and Chris and Tyler were exactly the type he loved. Usually he would have to find one and convince them to bring a friend, so this was almost too easy. Hunter first reached out to Chris. Hunter could tell from the profile pic that this boy was hot. Smooth and athletic and he said he was 18. When they traded face pics Hunter thought he was in love. This was the cutest boy he would have over in a while. Tyler was no different. This was going to be a hot couple to watch. At first. He talked to Chris about what he wanted to do once they got past rubbing each others bodies and making out. Chris revealed to him that he really wanted to fuck Tyler but he wasnt sure because he was so big and Tyler was a virgin. Plus he felt like he was a top and wasnt sure if he could handle taking Tylers smaller but still sizable cock in him. Hunter knew that if he could find a way to get Tyler let Chris fuck him, he would own them for good. He wanted them to see him as a helpful guide to pleasures they never even had heard about. That would be easy with these two once he got them their first fuck. Chris and Tyler were together when they made the decision to meet Hunter. "His pictures look ok." Tyler shrugged. "Yeah but its not like hes gonna mess around with us too so it doesnt really matter that much." "True" Chris said "but I might get turned off a little if hes a troll." "Hes not a troll." "I know. That's what I'm saying. So you wanna do it?" Tyler knew he could make this fantasy a reality. "Yeah. Let's do it." Hunter happened to be on when they messaged him and said they were up for meeting. H: How about now? Hunter had to wait a while for a response. They must be deciding if they wanted to actually go through with it, he thought. C&T: Ok. Send over the address. We'll probably be 20 minutes. H: Thumbs up

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...

Just half an intro to the next episode today, sorry guys: I felt him swallowing my gift, clearly enjoying the taste, before I rolled off him. That was his cue to rush for the bathroom, in desperate need to empty his overfull bladder while I relaxed, my own piss needs already met. When he came back in the room he looked even more frail than before, the rough play and lack of meds taking their toll. "You're looking good Jake" I told him, "My cum is giving you all the protein you need and I'm thinking that from now on, if you stick to that and my filtered piss instead of that unhealthy shit you normally eat then we can get you fit and strong in no time". He nodded his agreement. "Nice on", I thought to myself, "keep him nice and slim and no need to douche so I can get into his cunt naturally". We both hit the shower where I had him wash down my body with his soft little hands, using his tongue for my ripe pits, arse and, finally, feet as he lay on the shower floor. I chose a cute pair of white briefs, his little butt, the perkiest part of him, filling the rear nicely. For myself, I pulled on another pair of his briefs. He wore a kids large size which meant the waist was pretty tight in me, the leg holes stretched dangerously (stitching popping if I flexed) and my bulge was frankly obscene, my PA particularly obvious. I loved the look.

My parents divorced when I was seven, and outside of cards on my birthday and the holidays, I didn’t hear from Dad. My mother only said that the divorce happened because Dad found someone else but she never went into more details, leaving me to think Dad left us for another woman. When my mother passed away when I was 20, my Father came to the funeral and re-introduced himself to me. Having not seen him in 13 years, it was scary to see how much we both looked like each other. While he was late 40’s and showing signs of graying, we were both 6’ 4’’. He was about 260 pounds with a bit of a beer belly while I was about 235. He suggested when things settled down for me we should meet for coffee and catch up. A couple of weeks later we met at a local coffee house, and Dad said that he lived about an hour away out on a farm with his partner, Sam, and Sam's son, James. Dad explained that while married to Mom, he realized he preferred being with men, and once he met Sam, he couldn’t stay with my mother any longer. He added my Mother hadn't wanted him to be part of my life as she was afraid that I would turn out to be like him. Obviously it was very shocking to hear all of this at one time especially with my Mother gone, other than my Father, I was alone in the world. In any event, Dad said he wanted to be part of my life again - if I was willing to let him in. Over the next few weeks, we got together a couple of times, and increasingly I felt comfortable with him, eventually asking him why he decided he preferred men. "Well, I've found that with the right guy, the attraction and sex is so much better than being with a woman," and adding "James has recently come out to us, and we're very happy to support him as he comes to understand himself." Dad also mentioned that given that he and Sam are so open about their relationship, it didn't seem at all surprising that James had come out to them. Meanwhile, when I wasn't with Dad, or working, or with my buddies, I started to watch first bisexual and then gay porn, just to see what it was about. While I thought I was straight, the sight of two guys fucking intrigued me, so as discretely as I could I asked Dad about what he and Sam did. "We take turns fucking each other," Dad replied, adding "since we're partnered, we always fuck bare, as we both feel sex should be bare between people who love each other." More for me to mull over. A few weeks later Dad suggested I come out to his place for the weekend to meet Sam and James, describing Sam as being in his early 40’s, about 5’ 9”, 235 pounds, and that James, although only 20, was a spitting image of his father. I accepted his invitation, and on the selected Friday night, I arrived at Dad’s place shortly after 8:00 P.M. Sam, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts, answered the door and immediately pulled me into a tight hug. I was startled when I realized I could feel his hardening cock against my body. I also felt one of his hands reach for my ass, but I blew it off as an accident. "I'm very glad I've finally gotten to meet you," Sam said, "...welcome to our family." After a few more pleasantries, Sam said my Father and James were in the basement rec room watching a movie, and suggested we go down to meet them. With that, Sam led me through the house, gesturing for me to precede him down the staircase. Arriving at the foot of the staircase, I saw Dad and James, but I also saw the movie on the TV screen, and my attention was riveted on the video: the movie Dad and James were watching was not the usual movie but instead was hardcore bareback gay porn, and moreover, Dad and James, who had been making out, were wearing only thongs. As I stared at the unexpected scene before me, Sam came up behind me, now naked, his 8” cock fully erect, and whispered in my ear "Do you like what you are seeing?" Although I might have been speechless, Sam knew what to do: he reached for my cock and quietly remarked "Yeah, it looks like you do like it." Next thing I knew Sam assisted me in stripping off my shirt and pants, leaving me with only my boxers, and, as he caressed my cock, he began kissing me, initially tentatively, but with increasing passion as his tongue snaked itself into my mouth, even as we gradually worked our way across the room to the sofa where Dad and James were still making out. Then, extracting himself from James' grasp, Dad stood-up and gave me a warm kiss, the first we had exchanged since I was a toddler, but unlike those early kisses, this kiss was deep, long and intense. Then, looking deeply into my eyes, Dad said simply "You're home now," as he then resumed kissing me, even as Sam and James began playing with my cock and my ass, licking and caressing both, leaving my ass in particular, very slick. James then began exploring my ass, inserting first one, then two fingers into my body. I could feel his unexpectedly sharp nails abrade my hole, but I was too distracted by Dad and Sam to pay Sam much attention, but I was fully aware when Dad said "Now it's time for you to truly become part of the family," a phrase that didn't have any additional meaning to me, after all he and Sam had said pretty much the same thing scarcely ten minutes earlier, but I went along with Dad's instructions as he positioned me on my knees and he pushed my head down onto Sam’s cock. It was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and Sam's very salty precum struck me as delicious, so I did my best to suck and lick my first cock, noticing as I did so, a bio-hazard tattoo on Sam’s stomach, but before I could ask about it, Dad slid his cock into my ass. I was very tight being an anal virgin but my dad slowly worked his cock deep inside of me and then slowly started fucking me. As he was fucking me bare he started talking about breeding me and making me part of the family like Sam and James were. He said that my mother was right to keep us apart but now that she was gone, he would truly make me his son again. After about 20 minutes of him pounding my ass, he finally grunted as he shot his cum deep inside of me. As he finally pulled out, James then replaced him in fucking me. As my dad and Sam started kissing each other I noticed the same bio-hazard tattoo on my dad. My dad said that the tattoos meant that they were both poz, as was James. My dad had decided if I came to visit that he would make me part of the family and this was their plan, and that when James had been working his fingers into my ass, he had made sure his sharp finger nails cut-up the inside of my ass, with the intention of ensuring that not only would they all fuck me, but that I would like convert. James worked me over and then he slowly maneuvered me so he was laying down and fucking me in a position that allowed Sam and Dad to see James' cock when it slid out of my hole: it was covered in pinkish cum. Sam immediately to James' position, and and continued the assault on my ass. Sam wasted no time in telling me that wanted me in the family, and would love to show me how to fuck like a man as he had shown my father back when. Sam was merciless in his pounding of my hole, which steadily leaked cum. Then, when I didn’t think I could take any more, Sam blew his load in my ass. I passed out from all the fucking. To be continued….

This neg and unprotected faggot cumdump is a bug chaser that needs to be pozzed.

PEP (Post Exposure Prophylaxis) and PrEP (Pre Exposure Prophylaxis) are similar, but different. In simple terms… PEP assumes you've just been infected and tries everything possible to stop the infection from getting to reservoirs in your body where HIV can hide. It takes a very broad approach to fighting HIV, much like the approach for poz guys who are managing the infection. PEP should be taken within 36 hours after infection (and might work up to 72 hours after). PrEP is for when you've only been exposed to the virus. It does not assume infection. As a result it is narrowly focused on preventing HIV from attaching to cells where initial infection occurs. It does not concern itself with viral replication because that comes after initial infection. PrEP should be taken 2+ hours before exposure. It probably won't work if taken after infection. It may slow down the infection, but unlike PEP, it's not capable of stopping HIV once infection has occurred. This means fewer drugs are in the PrEP "cocktail" than the PEP cocktail.

5 minutes ago. i have a fb who i've started hosting again. i'm His cock slut and have agreed i want it any time He needs to unload. Because of that we have an understanding that if He needs to unload 'right now', that my mouth can always be available, and if He needs to fuck, i need a little prep time. But my goal is to be there for Him when HIs want/need arises. He texts me, this morning at 0607, "I need your mouth and throat." and i respond "Yes please." He comes over, and in my opened front door. He likes to watch BB porn while getting sucked, so i have that on. i'm in another room and He comes in, takes His shorts off and sits legs spread on my sofa. i come in and kneel between His legs and slowly and purposefully worship His cock. i'm not anxious, but i am in full heat just knowing i'm needed for His cock and cum. i nestle my face between His cock and thigh first, getting His scent on my face, slowly licking His balls, mouthing them, His shaft. Then take the tip of His cock in my mouth, sucknng and tonguing His urethra, getting Him tense and needy, then when He is sort of shaky, i suddenly take Him to the hilt, into my throat and hold His cock there, massaging the tip with the back of my throat while i lick His balls then sort of pressure bite the base of His cock while cupping His wet balls. He tells me when He is close, but that's not hard to tell because His thighs begin to shake and His cock swells... still, i love to hear it and at that point, i become sort of anxious and need His orgasm in me. When He announces that He is coming, i take Him into my throat, His cock to the hilt, letting Him shoot, but not wanting to interrupt His pleasure i milk every last bit of HIs orgasm and pleasure with my mouth. i hold Him in my mouth till He goes soft, just a warm wet place calm down, with an occasional suck, tongue carress. i can smell His scent on my face now as i write this. fuck, so good.

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!

Based on personal experience, a lot of it maybe to do with easy availability: I live out the Chiltern countryside, west of London - not many guys around here, but we're only 28 minutes from central London by train. Guys won't travel out of town to visit even though we have tons of space and they can stay overnight. Why? Probably because guys in London can find what they need on their doorstep pretty much. Although, I find a bit odd as with population density in London being what it is many people live in shared spaces and the first question is usually 'can you accom?'. Yes I can, but they have to travel and they won't. That's backed by the my observation that other guys in neighbouring towns and villages don't mind a 10-15 mile trip - and we're all regulars in London for fun. I'm often in London for work (pre lockdown) and run against the 'can you accom?' issue which is why I tend to stick to places like central station, vault, etc. You might be finding a similar thing is happening with Nottingham and Lincoln. For me travelling is about risk - if I think someone might flake then I'll be less inclined to travel. If it's someone I know or have met before then I'd be more inclined. Also I always try and have a plan 'B' if I'm travelling a decent distance - perhaps a nearby sauna or something that ties with another of my hobbies and interests. What I never do is say I'll be somewhere and not show up. For me once the commitment is made there's no backing out. I've travelled London to Hull for a session before which was three hours there and three back with traffic... I have plans in the making to visit another BZ guy in Manchester and another in Blackpool when the Covid thing quietens down a bit more - both are long trips. I am in the early stages of planning a visit to Frankfurt to meet someone - but that will likely be combined with other reasons to visit Frankfurt, as that's a fair cost and time commitment. Andy

@BB4fking Party was fun, from memory, I think it was about 10-12 guys, mixed ages etc in a small hotel room Took a few cocks and loads, sort of felt like being on set of a Treasure Island Media scene Would definitely be attending the next one, and highly recommend others to go

This is me as well, although I take the big ones as far as I can. I just want to please them so much.

fucking love a loose hole...means the pig is well used. and love a hole that can take a fist or two easily.

Oh well, I suppose you having a stats degree makes the work of all the statisticians, epidemiologists, and other researchers, virtually all with multiple advanced degrees, suspect.

I love prancing around in tiny bootie shorts with an obvious cu spot on my ass or even better when the cum is dripping down my legs thanks to wearing a jockstrap or no panties at all. have had several guys pick me up for a fuck once they noticed what a girly little cumdump I am

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."

Part 5: Sam and my dad were both naked and fully erect. Sam came over to me and started to kiss me deeply as my dad moved behind me and started massaging my lower back and my ass. HE slowly spread my legs apart as I continued to kiss Sam and then he started to work his fingers into my hole. His fingers while coated in lube were slowly loosening my hole up and with what I now know his fingernails were sharp to rough up my hole further and once he saw blood on the nails he smiled back at Sam and James. James in the meantime was leaking precum waiting for the signal to join in but my dad had one thing in mind before he would allow James to fuck me. He had bought one of those “Cruel” condoms with the metal sheath and wanted James to wear it and fuck me to ensure the toxic seed took and to impress upon me that the only way to fuck is to bareback. James got this evil grin on his face as my dad put the cruel condom on his cock and then stood up and gave James a deep French kiss. When done he whispered to James to complete the family and with that James came behind me and slowly pressed his cock deep into my hole I was in pain I had never felt before as James started fucking me and the pain had me on the verge of tears when my father started whispering in my ear that it’s all going to be great soon. We are going to be one happy family and with his words the need to cry seemed to disappear and I turned to him and kissed him deeply. As my dad and me continued to kiss I heard James say he was cumming and he proceeded to explode in me. When he pulled out the cruel condom was pink in color and Same said James had done well and then Sam immediately proceeded to push his rock hard cock into me and brutally fuck my ass as well. I was rock hard from all the fucking and my dad then took my cock and started to suck it and before I knew it I was cumming in his mouth. Dad then proceeded to kiss me again and I could take my cum on his lips and he said that when my cum was toxic it would taste even sweeter. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how my life was changing.

Part 3: My dad said that when my mom died, it was Sam’s idea to get me over here and to initiate me into the family. Sam wanted me to be part of the family and the only way to be truly part of the family was to be converted as he had done with his own son James. As with me, James grew up with his parents divorced but he had lived with his father Sam and didn’t have much of a relationship with his mother. Sam had suspected that James might be gay as he matured into an adult but didn’t have 100% confirmation until the summer after he had turned 19. Sam came back early from a business trip home and came into his house to see James on his hands and knees being plowed by his friend, Jamal . Sam watched this for a few minutes before announcing himself to both of them by coming into the room naked and hic cock dripping with precum. Before James could say anything sam stopped him and said if you are going to fuck in my place then you need to share your friend with me. James’s buddy started shooting into James at the sound of that and once he finished cumming, Sam immediately replaced him and started plowing his son. James was in heaven taking Sam’s cock and before he knew it Sam was blowing his load into James. What James didn’t know yet was that he had just taken his first toxic load. Over the course of the next few hours Sam plowed both James and his buddy a couple of more times giving each of them their first toxic loads. Later that evening Sam and James talked and James confessed that he had been looking for a chance to play with his dad as he had seen his dad fuck other guys before but never thought he would get the chance. James said that he has always been attracted to guys and Jamal was the first guy he had been with. Sam asked him why James didn’t use a condom and James simply said that he didn’t like latex. When Same asked if James was ready to accept the possibility of becoming positive from barebacking he said that he hadn’t thought about it but he couldn’t fuck using condoms. Sam decided then that he wanted to poz James and that my dad should be part of the conversion. Sam decided that he was going to introduce my dad to James and show how close a family should be. The next weekend Sam told James that he was going to meet my Dad and that there were going to show James how to fuck and be fucked properly. My dad who was still adjusting to the news of being poz jumped at the chance to be part of James’s pozzing and initiation into their new family. My dad met James for the first time when he came to Sam’s place and immediately started kissing James. Not a kiss on the cheek but a deep passionate kiss and both started to undress each other. My dad slowly pushed James onto the couch and then began to rim and finger his ass as Sam watched. Slowly my dad using his sharp finger nails roughed up James’s ass and once he saw his fingers were red my dad took his cock and lined it up to James’s hole and plunged in. James was in heaven as my dad fucked him hard and fast for the next twenty minutes before my dad exploded into his tight hole. Before James could recover, Sam replaced my dad to fuck his son and this continued all weekend. By Monday morning when James had to go back to class he had taken 20+ poz loads. It was about two weeks later that James came down with the fuck flu. Sam and my dad nursed him through it and then told him it was time for him to embrace being toxic and he should start breeding his friends like Sam and my dad did to him. James had something change in him that day as he realized he needed to breed others and he wanted someone to be with that would share that desire. When my dad and Same talked about bringing me into the family, James got superhard thinking about having a brother that he could play with and use to help breed Sam suggested to James that I could be someone James would have a deep connection with but he would need to help foster it and bring me over to seeing the benefits of being a nasty toxic pig. Next time – James, Sam and my dad show me the way forward

When I woke up, I was on the basement floor with dried cum on my ass, legs and mouth. As I started to stir, Sam came downstairs and noticed I was awake. He then took me into the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up. As I started to shower and wash my body, Sam joined me in the shower with his hard cock and pushed me under the shower head and then pushed his cock into me. As he slowly fucked me in the shower he was using his hands to soap up the rest of my body including my rock hard cock. He was slowly rubbing my cock as he was fucking my ass and as I began to shoot ropes of cum against the shower wall, he was shooting ropes of cum inside of me. After the shower we dried off and went into the kitchen where my dad was. Dad says that I should know what happened between him and my mother. He begins to explain what happened. Before he left us he explained, how he and my mother hadn’t had sex in months and one night after work he went into a new bar by the office. He didn’t realize at the time it was a leather bar as it was only about 5:45 at night and the place was mainly empty. He said that he was drinking jack daniels and Sam noticed him and started talking to him and buying him more drinks. Sam realized that my dad didn’t know what type of bar he was in or that my dad was gay at the time but Sam decided to change both of those things that night. So has he continued to buy my dad drinks to get him drunk he slowly got closer to my dad. After a few drinks my dad felt the need to take a piss and Sam told the bartender to save their spots as Sam showed my dad to the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom, my dad saw two guys making out in one of the open stalls wearing only leather jock straps. My dad stood there in shock at the scene before him and slowly Sam walked up behind him and asked if it excited him. My dad said he had never seen anything like it before. The two guys noticed my dad and Sam watching them and they motioned for them to come over. My dad was stunned but Sam knew these two guys and as he nodded he pushed my dad over to them. The two guys then proceeded to give my dad his first man on man kiss and as the two leather clad men alternated kissing my dad, Sam slowly undid my dad’s suit pants and they fell to the floor. Dad was was only wearing a jock and Sam took full advantage and slowly started to lube my dad’s ass as the guys slowly started working on his cock. Before my dad knew it Sam had put his bare cock into my dad and slowing took his anal cherry. After Sam deposited his load in my dad, the two leather clad guys did the same. After an hour my dad and Sam finally made it back to their chairs to close out the tab. Sam took my dad back to his apartment near the bar as my dad was in no condition to drive. Once back in the apartment Sam proceeded to fuck my dad all night. When my dad woke the next morning he was being spooned by Sam with Sam’s semi-hard cock still inside my dad’s ass. My dad asked what happened and Sam proceeded to tell him that my dad was his best fuck in years. My dad said he wasn’t gay but before he could finish the sentence Sam started kissing him and fondling my dad’s cock to hardness. Before he knew it, my dad gave in to the temptation and proceeded to fuck Sam for the first time. When my dad blew his load into Sam’s ass he knew that he was no longer straight and preferred fucking a tight ass over my mother. Sam and my dad continued to flip fuck the rest of the day until they realized how much they fit each other. My dad started spending his time outside of work with Sam fucking each other and playing with others. All of their sex was bare as my dad said it should be and one of their sessions at that leather bar left a lasting result on my dad. He and Sam were cruised by a couple of leather bears and the four of them ended up at Sam’s place flip fucking all night and into the next day. What the leather bears left Sam and my dad was the gift that keeps on giving and a few weeks later both of them got the fuck flu. Once the doctor confirmed my dad had HIV, my mom threw him out of the home and left my dad homeless. Sam said he and my dad should move in together as they had a shared connection now. to be continued (next time I learn how James got involved and what's next for me)

I notice tops being critical of a btm who's had mulitple cocks/loads in a sex club, but reject the notion THEY are sluts when they have fucked a few or more holes.

wonder when Hawks will reopen- need to crawl into the sling and get fucked, fucked and fucked again.

You bleeped “fuck” here, on BZ of all places?

I hosted a dark room gang bang last night in the warehouse of my company. I posted an add on Adam4adam and ended up with 7 tops showing up. I gave the option of BB or safe and six of the 7 went BB they took turns fucking and breeding my hole. A couple of them came a little on the outside of my hole then pushed it back in and finished inside me! By the time I got to the last guy I had cum flowing from my hole! The last guy wore a condom but when he was ready to cum he pulled out, took off the condom and jerked it till he came on my face and sum in my mouth! Needless to say this Gurl went home tired, full of cum and with a big smile! I can't wait to host another one soon!

The Kristen Archives have inspired me to start writing my own. And damn, some of those stories are... ever since the assault, I've found stories where the main character is forced, to be the only ones that get me off. Generally, I've been told I'm pretty darn creative when it comes to [banned word] verbal or whatever, and I can definitely tell a good story during a bate session if the other partner gives me some key pieces, such as a high level "darkest fantasy", an occupation, location, a ... tool/toy they want used. Sort of like going to an improv show, but with me you leave with a sub-level gutter, beneath your current gutter, that you never knew existed.

It's a great fantasy but that is all. I had a horse cocked fuck bud in Chattanooga who had done several years in jail in Georgia on felony charges (drug possession related) and he told me what jail life was like. Yes a guy like me would get fucked and pretty often, but there were politics in play as even the jails are territorial gang style structures and you'd be having sex with the guys who served as your protectors. You would not be able to have sex with any of the opposition and their forcing you to do so (and with a built guy like me they would sure try) would lead to reprisals against them by your protectors. If you had sex with the opposition and you weren't struggling against it the entire time, it would be viewed as consent by your protectors and they would cease protecting you.

havent cared about it in the slightest, the media has wildly over blown the mortality rate and governments are caught in the fear storm. I have a stats degree so maybe thats why but it is depressing to see people so terrified.

nothing is hotter than getting down on your knees dressed like a slutty school girl and deepthroating your own fathers cock until he blows his load down your faggot throat

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

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

There is another long standing thread on here about London meet-ups - so why don't we pick an evening and have an unofficial BZ meetup at Vault 139 when it reopens (hopefully!) after Covid-19 is over...

What I can't get out of my mind is how good it felt to have my dick in an ass hole and cum in it, then having a finger put me over the edge. Then seeing the damage my dick did to his hole and how. I do not understand this slam thing, as he did not protest it much, but he likes it but wanted more. I go back to Sal's making deliveries, cleaning at the Spa & library in the early morning, and striping on Sunday night. The only scary part is the one who gives out the black business card is always there dress in a black suit with his beady eyes, which is weird. The others just want to go to a back room and suck my dick as they say if I fuck then I would rip them up. The one who runs the neg to Poz night asks me if I would like to go. I say I'm not looking to become Poz; he says we don't you to become Poz unless you want it, we want you to bust them up so when we fuck them our Poz loads enter their system faster. So all I have to do is fuck them as they are neg. He says that me fucking them would be so much better than the toothbrush. I show up for the Neg to Poz night, and as I remember how much fun sticking my dick in an ass hole was fucking was. Tonight they have six who are looking to become Poz lined up; They make them drink this Gatoraid, so I ask if I can have some as I'm thirsty and they say NO as this Gatoraid has been spiked. So they give me some water as I watch them put the first one in the sling and tie them in so they can't move. They spread his legs wide and take something out of cellophane bag and put in his ass hole. One get on his knees and sucks my dick until its hard; once it's hard, they tell me to drive my dick stright in as hard as I can. As I do he is screaming like I'm killing as one of the Poz Tops says to me he wants its keep going. Once I'm balls deep, I stop, but they say to me fuck him as fast as you can, but DON'T cum as that is the Poz Tops to cum in his wrecked hole. Been fucking him for three minutes, then they pull me away, and one of the Poz Tops drives his dick right in and says to him. Faggot, you are taking my Poz load. Faggot you want my Poz load, he says YES. I look down at my dick, and I see blood, so I ask should I clean it off, they say NO as it does not matter. After this Poz Top shoots his load in, they put a butt plug in his hole then strap a leather harness around his waist then to the butt plug so it cant be removed, then lock it up. The next one is in the sling shove a rock up to his hole, and it's the same thing fuck him for three minutes, then the Poz Top takes over. That night, I fucked six and did not cum once kind of frustrating. When I get home, I take one of the cellophane bags and find a large rock and put in in my ass to find out what it feels like, Well, it does not take long as it is burning I can control as my fingers go right to my hole as I shove them in like I'm fucking my self. I go to the kitchen and find in the fruit bin a cucumber and shove it in hard and fast. I did it with no lube, so I was hurting for a few days, but I want to do it again. One day Sal tell me there is a big delivery and if I can fit on my bike, I say yes. The address is not one I have delivered to before, but it's a big order, so the tip should be beautiful. I get to the door of a big home, and there is a note of the door saying the door is open bring it straight into the kitchen. As I walk to the kitchen, I see two boys naked about my age in the living room with hoods on their heads a chain around their neck and a cage around their dick on their knees. I get to the kitchen and stop right in my tracks, the one with the business cards when I strip it's him. He is dressed all in black with a riding crop in his hand then tells me to put the food down and to come with him.

Wow, this looks amazing and it's right in my back yard. That is, if the 'rona doesn't cause it to be cancelled (postponed). Even if it does, this gives me hope for the future when everything, including my hole, reopens. I am all about being a mare at the next HorseMarket. I should go practice right now by sitting on a traffic cone or something. Thank you HorseMarketeers for an idea that makes my teeth itch, my dick stand at attention, and my hole quiver with anticipation!!!

This has happened a few times, most recently in January. I was at work and it was early afternoon. I had been out to Steamworks the night before, until about 3 am and had taken five loads. I had to piss and went to the mens room where there are four urinals and five stalls. A couple of the stalls were occupied, but the urinals were free. I stepped up, unzipped and started to piss. At the same time I felt my ass relax a bit and a small fart emerge. Except instead of a fart, a gush of cum slid out of my ass. I was surprised as it had been about 10 hours since my last breeding and I assumed all the cum had absorbed or leaked. Judging by the pool in my shorts, my assumption was incorrect. I clamped up and pulled my pants up and shuffled into an empty stall. Sitting down on the toilet, I could see my underwear was flooded with cum, probably two or three loads worth, and as soon as I loosened my sphincter the rest flooded out of my ass into the toilet. The stall smelled like cum and I quickly tried to mop up the cum from my underwear and wipe my ass clean with toilet paper and flush the evidence away. When the other guys left the mens room I quickly removed my pants and took off my cum soaked underwear, got cleaned up and returned to my desk to finish the day commando. I do love the feeling of walking around with last night's load in me. I just get surprised when it stays with me that long.

Honestly some of the hottest, craziest, dirtiest fucks I have had have been straight guys. Usually the young, hot af, "blokey bloke" footballer/tradie types.

I have virtually zero interest in anybody younger than 24. I like men, and would rather have a man that knows how to use his prick on a cum hungry whore like myself than an inexperienced newb that doesn't know his ass from his elbow.

I'm milo. Sub, bottom, cumdump, whatever you want to call me. Love chatting. Open to anything.

I just stumbled across this site and have found it quite enlightening. I've also found out there are a lot of interesting folks out there - just like me. Which I find cool. Been with numerous guys over the years who were undetectable and we all fucked raw. I had taken some time to research and read a lot and felt comfortable with U=U philosophy. I was topping probably 95% of the time and felt it was a low risk. I hadn't been with anyone for a few months and got a call one night from an undetectable FB. He said he was crazy horny and so I was I. We got together and were having a particularly piggy night. After I fucked and bred him, he threw me back and fucked a huge load into me. I was a little surprised, as I had NEVER seen him top anyone. He told me he wanted to try my hole and was so turned on he felt a need to breed it. I wasn't particularly concerned. I knew his numbers. He called me a week later and said he had enjoyed himself BUT had been told he might have contracted an STI and I should get tested. And so, of I went my local clinic for testing. They decided to do the whole gamut based on my discussion with the nurse at the clinic. Positive for chlamydia. They did a POC test and HIV negative. The chick in the clinic was awesome and we really connected. We had a really frank discussion about my lifestyle and she point fact said - you do what you think is right for you. You've read the stuff. You know what's going on. Then she recommended I consider PrEP while I worked through stuff. She put me in touch with a local Doctor who runs a clinic. I met with him and we had a good talk and I started PrEP a few years ago. I also relaxed and started taking more loads than before as well. Interesting. I came to realize when my concerns around HIV were (in my opinion) significantly reduced, I wanted to bottom more and I enjoyed bottoming more. I was working through the stuff. We're all wired differently (thank goodness) and my choice was to only fuck raw. Giving or getting. And while I enjoyed giving must as much as I always did, I found I enjoyed ass play a lot more or getting fucked a lot more. I realized I loved the feel of the hot skin sliding into my hole. I loved it when a guy flexed his cockhead deep up inside my ass. I learned some tricks as a bottom which (I've been told) make me a better top. And I 'think' it has..... And... more importantly, I totally took to living a raw lifestyle. I just love the natural lubrication from cum. I love the feeling of a hard cock sliding deep into my ass or pumping right at the door to my hole. I have learned to feel when a hard cock starts oozing or shooting a load deep in my guts. I have a couple of FWB's who love to fuck, pull out and smear their first couple of shots on the outside of my hole and shove inside to finish. Some like to eat it off my ass or eat it out of my hole. That turns my crank HUGE. The more cum I can get into my hole(s) the better. But I especially love feeling a big creamy load fill my guts and drip out. So I only fuck raw.

When I got the fuc flu it was about eight weeks after a multiple seeding session with a poz BBC. I dropped about 20#, could not keep food down and barely able to work. It lasted about a month, at the end of the month after multiple tests, the doctor said let's test for HIV. Three days later I got the call and said you need to come in the office. We all know what the result was -- membership in the POZ frat.