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Part 16 - Under The Moonlight Harry turned around facing Conrad, the smile in his eyes clear as the moonlight now adorning the terrace. Conrad slipped his arms around Harry pulling him closer until he could taste his lips and delicately slipping his tongue in to Harry's mouth they kissed. The tiny moans of pleasure coming from Harry as he ground his crotch up against Conrad's. Slowly he moved Harry on to his back and Conrad took a turn grinding in to Harry giggling whilst trying to maintain their kiss, Conrad's hand slowly worked down the soft skin until he felt the fabric of Harry's shorts. Slipping his thumb inside the waist band he coaxed them down with Harry responding by lifting his arse. Conrad chuckled and threw the shorts a fair distance away realising Harry was now doing the same to him with both hands making clean work of disrobing Conrad. Harry lightly bit Conrad's bottom lip his hands roaming over the pretty firm arse of Conrad, one finger delving deeper between his the cheeks. Conrad wriggled his arse and licked the tip of Harry's nose 'Oh no, I am the one doing the fucking tonight' he said pushing his hips down and grinding harder, Harry's finger continued feeling the tight seal to his arse 'Not if I have anything to say about it' he giggled looking up to Conrad who grinned and shook his head then pushing his tongue back in to Harry's mouth. He knew he could easily overpower Conrad and get his way. His submissive side rose to the surface allowing Conrad's desire to top him win over, he would get his chance later or in the morning, desperately he wanted to be inside Conrad and show just how much he had wanted him. He was unprepared for what happened next with the unexpected act of devoted love coming his way. Conrad kissed Harry's lower lip then delicately and with precision he traced his tongue down the neck and across each nipple, stopping and taking his time working of them with tender care eliciting surprised gasps and moans from Harry as his body floated. The sensuality and attention Conrad payed to his body had all sorts of effects on Harry from arching his back, wriggling his body, erotic giggles and loving sighs. Every inch of his body was being explored in an unhurried fashion. Harry raised his head 'Holy fuck' he groaned watching Conrad's tongue snaking up and around his shaft then disappearing down to his balls. Harry had no control over his body and never realised how much it craved the sensuality of intimate sex, his head falling back on the sofa cushion and his legs rising up with Conrad's help. It still caught him by surprise knowing where Conrad was heading, but the way he used his tongue working around and then running it over Harry's hole made him moan louder calling out Conrad's name. It was the first time anyone had made Harry feel so sexually awoken, the immense happiness he felt inside, the calm aroused passive state he fell into was a completely new sensation. So overwhelmed he had happy tears forming in the corner of his eyes dripping around the side of his cheeks, not being helped by the tongue now invading in hole whilst the fingers worked his nipples. Letting out a strange long moan from deep in his chest his body shaking in erotic frenzy. Conrad looked up at Harry who seemed out of this world in a confused and dazed state of euphoria mumbling words that made no sense. He chuckled to himself and looked at the stream of precum leaking from Harry's thick eight inch cock that stood rock hard. His lips surrounded the head causing Harry to buck his hips up hard thrusting deep in to Conrad's mouth making him splutter and gag, Conrad pulled back and resumed running his tongue and sucking, kissing every inch upward of Harry's body. Reaching the nipples he flicked each one with his tongue and sucked spending equal time on each, the hands rubbing his shoulders told him Harry was still with him in some form of responsiveness state. Kissing his chin and lips he noticed the streaks from the corner of Harry's eyes 'Why are you crying?' Conrad asked between kissing his lips 'Am I?' he subtly replied from his subdued state 'Oh god yes Con' Harry suddenly said feeling Conrad's cock pushing against his arse. Harry chuckled and became aware of his situation, his legs held up and wrapped around Conrad's waist. He moaned feeling the pressure increase forcing his hole to open and give way to Conrad, his neck arching back and moaning from the initial sharp pain that sizzled and tingled transforming into sexual pleasure. He looked up in to Conrad's eyes a big smile etched on his mouth and leaning up they kissed passionately, his hands stroking Conrad's thighs guiding him forward. With grunts and gasps he laid back down feeling his arse expanding and opening with each push, the rock hard shaft held the head steady providing the momentum to sink deeper in to Harry. Bottoming out Conrad stopped and dropped his head forward to kiss Harry then raising up he looked at the cute person under him 'I love you Harry, more than you could ever believe' he said softly followed by two accentuated movements in his hips initiating the start of their first sexual foray. Everything felt right and perfect, a few months ago the thought of this would have freaked Conrad out, now though the more he looked at Harry one one conclusion could be made, his head and heart were telling him this was meant to be. Concentrating back in the moment Conrad heard the moans and felt the hands gripping his buttocks, coming to realise that despite his momentary lapse his hips had not stopped and continued in slow deep penetrating thrusts. He smiled down at Harry lowering his head until their lips met and began to sensually kiss each other, Conrad adjusted his hips pushing them up closer to Harry's arse grinding away kissing his mouth and stroking his head. Faster he started to move at the first sign of the tingle in his balls, kissing Harry deeper Conrad began to moan from his throat feeling the pleasure building in his body. The change albeit subtle was felt by Harry who in turn got even more aroused knowing Conrad was about to orgasm and breed him for the very first time. Conrad jolted forward hard pinning Harry down with his cock, the speed of his orgasm catching him off guard. Harry groaned and his arms clamped around Conrad's back pulling him closer wanting to feel every part of the orgasm in body above him. His body stiffened feeling the energy releasing from his groin, arse cheeks clenched feeling the first pulse firing along his shaft releasing his cum in to Harry's body, his arse cheeks relaxed then clenched again riding the second, third, fourth and fifth pulse that came in uniformed fashion until the strength of them started to ease. Conrad relaxed his his body laying on top with his face touching Harry's, he panted and continued small gasping moans with his heavy breathing. Harry held him tighter in a state of happiness, Conrad eventually moving his head until he found Harry's mouth kissing him with such tender love and softness. They laid locked together for ages, only they mattered in the world right now, so engrossed with each other. It was a fleeting scary moment for Conrad realising how strong his love for Harry was, he couldn't explain or understand why he felt this way or even where it had come from. Eventually releasing Harry from his cock and pulling him pulling him close he cuddled and caressed the body. Harry traced his finger along Conrad's face "Frightens me Con" he said softly "how much I love you". Conrad looked at the tear dropping from his cheek "Frightens you?" he asked "I'm scared senseless". Harry smiled "So am I your boyfriend now?" he asked tentatively. "Don't be silly" Conrad replied kissing him "I want to marry you Harry" he said staring in his eyes. Harry chuckled "I want to be your boyfriend before we marry" he stated adamantly "Don't deprive me of that". Conrad smiled "Okay. So you want to marry me then?" he asked, Harry nodded. "Dam right I do" Harry replied "waited far too long, tracking you down and getting you" he said. Conrad rolled on to his back "We still have to figure out the practicality of how we do this". Harry leaned up on his side "Easy I fuck you and you fuck me" he said giggling. Conrad chuckled "That is the easy part, I mean our lives they are so far apart" he said seriously. Harry kissed his chest "I will give up my job to live with you Con". "No" Conrad replied stroking his head "anyway Adam tells me how good you are at it so it wouldn't be fair". Harry sat up "True, but I would do anything to be with you" he said sincerely. "Is that so?" Conrad asked nodding to his cock "sit on it and show me". Harry laughed and leaned forward kissing Conrad then slipping his leg over and working his arse against Conrad's erection until it slipped inside causing him to gasp and taking it all in one fluid motion. The feeling proved too much for Harry reeling and throwing his head back in ecstasy he pushed down and felt his cock fire a ribbon of pearly white cum that splattered over Conrad's chest. Conrad opened his eyes wide and gasped at how quickly Harry had orgasmed, his ass had now clenched tight around Conrad's cock giving it a hard work over. He pushed his hips up and producing a second orgasm within seconds of being inside Harry. Grabbing Harry's cock Conrad coaxed it gently his hand becoming slippery from the copious amount of cum he was firing off. Harry's body quivered with subtle charm with the throbbing cock deep inside him. Conrad laid there opened mouth shocked from his own experience looking up at Harry leaning back getting more of Conrad inside him. Suddenly he threw himself forward almost biting Conrad's mouth with the furiousness of his kiss. He couldn't help but respond kissing him back just as wild, both of them making sounds like men who hadn't eaten for weeks and faced with a table of prime raw steak tearing at it in abandonment. His hips kept thrusting his cock deep in to Harry, he wanted more, he wanted to keep fucking Harry. Erratic and sometimes aggressive thrusting resulting in his third orgasm, panting and biting at Harry's neck he finally calmed down enough to appreciate the person in his arms. Mentally and physically exhausted they both fell asleep on the outdoor sofa, two naked sweaty young bodies wrapped in each others arms for the world to see. Their bodies now bathed in moonlight reminiscent of stone sculptures held in a moment of tranquillity. Carrington walked of the CEO's office across the floor to his own office closing the door he threw the papers down on his desk in frustration. His instructions were clear, fly to England and speak to Simon in person and get him on board and sell his shares. Thursday was turning out to be the worst day ever in this position, he was sure something else was driving the CEO's decision and he wanted nothing more that go in to his office and stab him with the dam letter opener he played with all through their meeting. Carrington's secretary came in and handed him the flight details, he was booked on the 10pm flight from Atlanta to London with an open return to use once the job was done. He checked his phone it was coming up to 5pm, he packed the papers and headed out to the gym for an hour to work out his anger before heading home and going to the airport. At 28 the high flying Carrington stood just under six feet with brown eyes and hair that was neatly trimmed and kept, under his suit Carrington bore a muscular body from his 5 work out's a week and running. His torso completely smooth from shaving except the patch of temptation that showed over the waistband of his underwear. The underside of his left bicep was etched with an eagle tattoo. One thing you can count on with Carrington was everyone noticed him in the room, half Mexican he had the looks that had people swooning in seconds. Carrington closed the door to the locker and collected his water to work out in the weights area, Joey his ex-boyfriend still stalked him by going to the same gym. Carrington noticed him running on the treadmill and looking immediately in his direction. He had severed all ties with Joey after getting so close to moving in. Fortunately he had found out that Joey had a wondering eye, hand, cock and arse whilst Carrington was out working earning his way to the top of IntecSolutions. Thankfully he managed to get through the workout avoiding Joey. Showered and changed he checked the weather app for the south of England to give him an idea of what to pack. He sent an email to Simon firstly apologising then informing him that he had to meet with him at lunchtime or after to discuss the share holding and that his flight arrives in to Heathrow at 10am, he left it to Simon to choose where to meet but it needed to be somewhere very private. Email sent he jumped in to the taxi and headed to Atlanta airport checking his email every 5 minutes for Simon's response, despite only meeting him the once he was in truth excited to meet him again, after all it is not every day he gets to sit down with a billionaire. At least he didn't have the CEO to contend with, he had noticed how wound up Simon got at the CEO's arrogance when talking to him. Carrington had no idea about Simon's sexuality and business was business so he would keep things on the low refraining from discussing personal matters that was usually the general chit chat that went on before getting in to the nitty gritty stuff. His aim was to keep Simon on side and to hold on to his shares, Carrington was opposed to the buy back and had to follow the corporate line or face the wrath of Jerry the CEO. Adam and Jamal sat on the sofa whilst Simon sat on the floor next to the fire leaning back against the armchair nursing a brandy. Jamal had finally found his voice in Adam's company and he happily listened to Simon and Jamal talk on about boarding school and their antics. It was evident to him that Jamal was a rascal albeit not entirely gay or sure about it, he would often waiver and avoid answering question he didn't want to. Simon studied them both hard and could clearly see something was developing between them, thankfully he had warned Adam not to press to hard on Jamal and let him make the move when he was ready. Simon looked at his phone noticing the email alert flash up and saw it was from the CFO of IntecSolutions. Unperturbed by what he read and deciding to deal with it later he put the phone down and poured fresh coffee for everyone. Jamal swung round on the sofa putting his legs across Adam's lap then wriggled his foot in Adam's face hinting for a foot massage. Simon chuckled at the way Jamal made himself at home getting comfortable, he looked over to Adam who was now delicately massaging Jamal's feet. Adam chatted away to Simon without a care in the world until the just after 1am when Simon announced he was heading off to bed. Adam and Jamal followed on going their separate ways and glancing at each other with a smile before disappearing in to the bedrooms. Jamal closed the door and held on to the handle for a moment resisting temptation, finally letting go of the handle and shying away he began to undress then went to the bathroom and cleaned his teeth. Adam paced around the bedroom several times looking at the door, he was so close yet he couldn't think of how to get over the final hurdle. Keenly aware of Simon's words not to push Jamal too quickly, he had to know if he ever really stood a chance. Determination in his eyes he strode over to the door opening it and walking towards Jamal's bedroom, without knocking he burst in to room and saw Jamal almost naked coming out of the bathroom. Jamal jumped at the door bursting open "Fuck what are you doing?" he asked looking shocked. Adam took a few steps inside "Are you going to be my boyfriend or not?" he asked abruptly. "Yes" Jamal replied sharply with a steely look. Adam stood there "Well... good" he replied going all tongue tied and walked out closing the door. Heaving a huge sigh of relief Adam leaned against the closed door for a moment and smiled then went back to his bedroom. Jamal stood there scratching his head asking himself if that really did happen and if so why did he walk off. Whatever whirlwind it was he now had a boyfriend, a smile grew on his mouth repeating the words 'I have a boyfriend' over and over quietly. Jamal chuckled at the almost angry way Adam burst in and asked point blank, he had no hesitation in his response. Now it was his turn he marched over to the door opening and closing it then along the landing and walked in to Adam's bedroom that was lit by only moonlight. He saw Adam sit up abruptly in bed. "God you gays are so demanding" Jamal said curtly walking over to the bed and getting in. Adam sat there grinning "No funny business I am tired" Jamal said snuggling down in the bed. "I have a headache anyway" Adam replied laying back down and turning his head towards Jamal. Jamal scoffed "You can stop using that excuse, you will put out when I need sex" he replied. "God we haven't been together five minutes and you are putting rules down" Adam replied grinning. Jamal turned on his side facing Adam "Yes" he replied "now kiss me goodnight?". "Stop with the demands you sound so fucking needy" Adam retorted sarcastically grabbing Jamal. Adam wasted no time and kissed Jamal pushing him on to his back and pinning him to the bed so he could kiss him real good. Jamal's response was immediate returning the kiss and copping a feel of Adam's pert arse cheeks at the same time. After several minutes they both burst out in fits of giggles and Jamal turned over pulling Adam's arm over his body so they could spoon. Adam kissing the back of Jamal's neck until they both fell soundly asleep. They woke hearing the clanking of cups and Conrad sprung upright reaching over Harry for his shorts, the sun was already warming their bodies, bursting out in laughter at the predicament of falling asleep outside naked. The housekeeper brought them coffee over reminding them the car was due to pick them up at 10am for the flight home. Conrad looked at his phone and messages then shrieked in joy telling Harry that Charlie was coming home tonight for the weekend. Simon was up and reading the email again when Felix walked in with his coffee. He managed to fire a response off telling Carrington that his driver would be at arrivals and bring him to the manor where he was welcome to stay. "Thanks Felix" Simon said looking up "I need you to pick up Carrington Rico from Heathrow at 10". "Sure" Felix replied noting down the flight number "Conrad is due back at 1pm at Gatwick" he reminded Simon. "Ah yes of course, bring Harry here as well since Moham will be coming tomorrow" Simon replied. It suddenly dawned on him that if Carrington stayed longer than one night he would be around during the sex party, he needed to get the meeting over with and get Carrington on his way as soon as possible. He vaguely paid attention to Carrington the first time they met, yeah he remembered how attractive the guy was but also the incredibly shrewd business mind that laid behind the good looks. Simon received a text from Conrad telling him Charlie was coming home, immediately he replied telling Conrad he would host a dinner for everyone. Jamal woke and twisted his body round giving Adam a peck on the lips getting up "Where you going?". "I have work to do" Jamal said putting his underwear on "Some of us have to work" he said leaving the room. Adam rolled on to his back smiling and falling asleep. Jamal showered and grabbed some shorts heading down to the kitchen, in his happy state he walked over and gave Beth a kiss on the cheek and grabbed a coffee whilst she made him a bacon sandwich. Simon walked in and asked Jamal to repaint the helipad on the grass, all he got was a big grin, a nod and a thumbs up stuffing his mouth with his sandwich. Simon informed Beth of their guest and asked her to prepare a room in the east wing which was away from the where the party would take place. Carrington woke bleary eyed with the stewardess bringing him his coffee, resetting his seat he could already see daylight through the electronically dimmed windows. He went to use the toilet and returned as breakfast was being served. Quickly he connected up to the Air-Fi service and retrieved his emails, one from Jerry and one from Simon, he smiled reading the response from Simon when one of the male stewards brought his cooked breakfast of omelette and bacon over. Carrington chuckled to himself watching the steward fumble around trying to keep his eyes off Carrington's biceps, for good measure he glanced up at the steward and flashed him a mischievous smile making the steward blush. He had a thing for younger pretty guys and the steward who looked just in his twenties was so his type, he could tell he had a pretty compact fit body under his uniform. Too easy he thought to himself, after all he liked guys who had a little fight in them and not so much of a pushover. The steward reappeared to clear his tray and helped packing things away ready for landing, Carrington rewarded him with another smile and a wink making the stewards day. Felix held the board up with Carrington's name on, quick introductions and they were on their way to the manor. The limousine turned on to Hibiscus drive and Carrington looked out of the window admiring the large family homes then spotting the manor he was gobsmacked at the size and privacy. 'Hibiscus Manor' Felix informed him coming to a stop, Carrington got out of the limo 'Dam and I thought we had big mansions' he said looking around at the sprawling manor. The doors opened and Simon appeared dressed in shorts and shirt like he was on holiday, suddenly Carrington felt completely overdressed with his suit and tie. He walked over to shake Simon's hand who studied him for a moment taking in how attractive and young looking he was for a CFO. "Thank you for letting me stay Simon" Carrington said kindly shaking his hand. Simon nodded "Well I am curious to this unexpected visit Carrington" he replied. "I am sorry we have to meet again in this way" Carrington said trying to express his apology. "Felix show Carrington up to his room, and get out of that dam suit" Simon told him chuckling. Adam bounded down the stairs dressed only in his boxers in search for a coffee at the same time Felix and Carrington entered the manor doors and stopped halfway down the stairs. Felix shook his head laughing "Adam we have a guest you might want to put some clothes on" he said. Simon walked in behind them grinning "Carrington this is Adam who is staying a few days". Carrington nodded "Hi" he said then turned to Simon "now I really feel overdressed" he laughed. Adam walked down the stairs "I need coffee" he said "where is Jam?" he asked Simon. "At the helipad" Simon replied waving his hand off in the direction. "Sorry about that" Simon apologised to Carrington "come down to the study when you are ready". Simon pointed towards the study and Felix took Carrington and his bags up to the room then headed off to Gatwick to collect Conrad and Harry. Adam walked in to the study with two cups of coffee handing one to Simon. "Where on earth did you find him?" Adam asked sitting at the desk opposite Simon. "Work related" Simon replied tapping at his keyboard "Invited him to stay and forgot about the party". "Oops" Adam replied chuckling "Clearly gay" he stated offering his observation. Simon grinned "You think?" he asked looking up at Adam. "Either that or he is fashion conscious about boxers" Adam replied "certainly had a good look at my tackle". Simon laughed "You think too much of yourself Adam" he replied "and that is why I like you". "Going to be quite a dinner tonight" Simon informed Adam sitting back in his chair. "I just saw Felix head off to collect Con and Harry" he replied "so who else besides Carrington?". "You, Jam and Charlie is joining us" Simon said happily. Adam smiled "Fantastic haven't seen Charlie since the you know episode" he said. "What about his bird?". "Away on holiday with her parents" Simon replied glancing at Adam. "Brilliant no women to ruin the night" Adam replied in relief "better go and see my boy, we ended up in bed together". Simon looked up "And that is news to me because?" he laughed shooing Adam off "take care of him Adam". Adam turned and smiled going through the study's French windows out in to the warm day, barefoot and still only in his boxers he wandered down the garden calling Jam's name. Carrington looked out of his bedroom window hearing the word Jam being called, he could just see a young guy cutting grass at what must double up as a helipad. He watched the figure of Adam walking across the lawn and around the flower beds then reappearing and walking up to the guy where they kissed. Carrington smiled and put on a pair of shorts and shirt to join Simon. "Have you just got out of bed?" Jamal asked being held in Adam's arms. "Yes" he replied hugging him tighter "had to come and see you" Adam replied. Jamal laughed "It is nearly lunchtime Adam" he said taking his t-shirt off. "Much better" Adam said watching him "you should garden like that it is so sexy". Jamal and Adam walked up to manor and in to the kitchen where Beth made them both a salad. Simon popped his head in asking Beth for coffee in the study and Jamal called over asking if he could use the pool later. Simon chuckled and nodded telling him to use it whenever he liked. Leaving he told them not to disturb him until the meeting had finished. Jamal looked at Adam "What meeting?" he asked purely as a curious reaction. "No idea" Adam replied. "Some American guy flew in to meet with Simon, seriously sexy but not as sexy as you". Jamal seemed not to be paying attention "He better not be" he replied smiling at Adam. Jamal went back to work and Adam joined him after putting on some proper clothes and tried helping but spent most of the time sitting on his backside watching Jamal. Simon and Carrington got down to business and spent a couple of hours talking. Felix arrived with Conrad and Harry, he saw the study door closed and ran over to go in and say hello to Simon, by the time Felix got inside Conrad was already throwing the study door open and bursting in on the scene. "I'm back" Conrad shouted then stopped "Oh" he stuttered "sorry I didn't know" he said going red in the face. Simon was glad of the breather and laughed "Welcome home Conrad, this is Carrington". "I'm so sorry Simon" Felix said rushing in and picking Conrad up in a fireman's lift. Carrington chuckled watching Conrad being flung over Felix's shoulder "Nice to meet you Conrad" he said. Conrad looked up and smiled being carried out "Conrad is my gardener" Simon offered in explanation. Carrington returned his focus to Simon "A bit young to be a gardener isn't he?" he asked. "Long story" Simon replied, he noticed a change in Carrington "Cut to the chase, what is this all about?". "Your share holding. I know you have been stockpiling on the quiet" Carrington said straight up. Simon chuckled "Are you not here to persuade me to sell them back to you?" he asked. "Yes" Carrington replied and leaned forward. "Can we go purely off the record, just us?" he asked. Simon nodded "Yes, tell me what is going on?" he asked a now nervous looking Carrington. "Don't sell them to anyone" Carrington pleaded, "Jerry is going to sell off parts of the company". "The little rat" Simon said angrily and standing up. "The other share holders are they aware?". "God no, I could lose my job over this Simon" Carrington replied. "I need you to raise a no confidence". Simon sat down in his chair looking at Carrington "A rat and a snake at the top" he said. "Call me what you like but if I raise it I will be out" Carrington replied, "he is ruining the company". Carrington watched Simon's silence "I deliberately held off buying 10% the other day" Carrington admitted. Simon chuckled "You wouldn't have got them anyway, I already swept up the available shares" he said. Carrington nodded "Jerry was mad hence why he sent me here to talk you in to selling". Simon was beginning to like the way Carrington worked "How much do you hold?" he asked Carrington. Carrington smirked and sat back "Only 10% and Jerry holds 15%" he replied. "IntecSolutions 20%". Simon leaned forward "You need to get Jerry to absolve his shares in to the company" he advised. "I know" Carrington replied "he won't until the price goes up so he can get a bigger pay out". Simon nodded "You know if he had left the operation here in the UK none of this would be happening". "Simon, he wants to reissue the shares in the US breaking the company up" Carrington reminded him. Simon leaned forward again "Are you siding with me on this?" he asked Carrington. "Yes, I have to" Carrington replied, "either way I am going to lose my job" he said residing the fact. Simon smiled "Yes you will, I want you as CEO" he said. "As of yesterday I own controlling stake". Carrington looked shocked "You do?" he asked. Simon nodded "You were not listed as purchaser" he stated. Simon laughed "You have a lot to learn Carrington, but yes I own 52% of the company now". Carrington shook his head "Jerry is going to hit the fan and I will get the wrath of it". "I will call a shareholder meeting on Monday and have him deposed" Simon informed Carrington. Carrington closed his laptop "I should book my flight and head back" he said standing up. "No" Simon gestured for him to sit down "we do the meeting together from here" he suggested. Carrington was about to protest. "And you will here as my guest until then" Simon said firmly. Carrington saw it was no use arguing plus he had decided to side with Simon not matter what happened. Their meeting continued but on a completely different level with Simon laying plans out for the company and treating Carrington like he was already CEO. Harry lost sight of Conrad who had sprinted off ahead of him in search of Jamal. By the time he caught up with Conrad he was already rolling around in the grass with Jamal laughing and hugging with him. Adam stood and swept Harry off his feet happy to see him, he could tell though that Harry was looking at Conrad and Jamal now play fighting. "You need to meet Jam" Adam said putting Harry down, "Looks strange but Jam is mine". Harry looked at him "You mean..." he started asking pointing to Jamal "you both?" he asked confused. Adam smiled "Yeah, that is why I came back here" he said, "to get him". Harry never realised Jamal and Conrad had stopped and stood behind him "So you are Harry!" Jamal said. Harry turned and looked at him then smiled "I can see why Con fucked with you" he said. Jamal chuckled "Why you want a bit of Jam?" he asked teasing Harry. Harry stood there nodding and smiling "Enough you two" Adam said intervening. Jamal smiled "Nice!" he said turning to Adam and kissing him. "See what happens when you leave me Con". Conrad stood smiling "Perfect choice Jam, Adam you make bad decisions" he said pulling a face. Before Harry even realised Conrad had bolted with Jamal on his heel calling him all sorts of names chasing around the garden yelling and screaming. They heard Beth shouting from the terrace 'No mud!'. Carrington and Simon both stood up and walked to the study windows and saw Jamal grab Conrad pulling him down on the grass. Jamal had Conrad on his stomach, his hand pushing down in to his shorts and rubbing his hole 'No stop, please Jam' he said in between fits of giggling 'I have a boyfriend' he said 'I love him' he pleaded unable to control his laughter all within ear shot of Harry who got emotional. Adam put his arm around Harry and kissed him on the head. Simon watched Carrington who had a big grin on his face "Bunch of misfits" Simon said. Carrington was so caught up in their antics "Cute misfits at that" he replied then panicked a little. Simon put his hand on Carrington's shoulder "Sorry I spoke out of term" Carrington said. Simon chuckled "Conrad is with Harry and Adam is with Jam" he said pointing to each one in turn. Carrington looked at Simon "Conrad is one dam cute guy" he said. Simon laughed "You will meet his twin brother Charlie later" he informed Carrington. Simon moved over to the sofa inviting Carrington to sit down and told him about Conrad and their very long history pointing to the all the photographs.

Part 2 - Dark room boogaloo The black guy banged on the door, ‘Hurry the fuck up kid, you’re gonna love this’. I wiped my eyes and face on the back of my arm and snorted back on the cum that had made it’s way into my sinuses when the long dicked guy had roughly pulled out of my throat. Still coughing I searched the floor for my Amyl, putting my hand through something cold, wet and sticky in the process, which I’m sure was someone elses cum. Without thinking I wiped the liquid of on my chest and got up of the sticky floor. I unlatched the door to find the black Adonis standing with his arms crossed, a small black fanny pack over his towel. ‘About fucking time, looks like you had fun in there, come on’. Motioning to the cum I’d wiped down my front and the erection I’m surprised I still had. Was I hard the entire time? He put an arm around my shoulders and led me down the hall, ‘How was it kid? You look like you had fun’. I cleared my throat as I let myself be directed to our next destination, my embarrassment from being seen nude earlier forgotten. ‘I guess, my throats abit sore though’. He stopped us outside a open doorway, nothing but darkened beyond. ‘Take another few big hits of the poppers, that’ll clear that shit up, more on the next one and hold it in’. He took the bottle from me as he saw me struggle to close it back up, my lungs full and my vision going slightly dark along the edges. He pressed the closed bottle back into my grip and told me to make sure I kept hitting it, before half leading half carrying me into the darkness. My enabling guide led me through the darkness, as sounds of other men doing various things around us filtered through my hazy mind, someone moaning ‘harder’, another ‘slow down’. The black guy took me deeper into it all until my legs made contact with something made of wood and he whispered in my ear, ‘Gonna lay you down kid, make sure you hit that bottle nice and deep for me’, before pushing me forward and over some padded surface at about waist height. His Hands ran down from my shoulders and over my back, taking hold of my cheeks with each hand and with spreading them apart with a squeeze. Getting the bottle back open I put it to my nose and inhaled slow and deep like in the hall, taking in a sharp breath as something warm and wet swept across my exposed hole. Awkwardly securing the lid back on in the lightlessness I struggled to hold in the fumes as the thing kept stroking my anus, pushing firmer and slowly relaxing my ass to gain entry, it was when releasing a shuddering breath I realized I was being rimmed for the first time. A deep moan escaped my lips as his tongue worked it’s way deeper into me, his palms on my cheeks and his thumbs pulling them apart as I could feel them digging into the sides of my hole. My hole getting wetting by the second as a rivulet of saliva began running down my taint, huffing poppers the only thing on my mind along with the new sensation and slight pain as my guide worked his thumbs into my drool sloppy hole, his hands shifting on my cheeks to allow his thumbs to push in deeper with his tongue. Taking another deep hit of my poppers I felt him pull back, one hand releasing my right check and the other shifting more towards the middle to jam his thumb in deeper, my body tensing and a hiss coming from between my clenched teeth as his thumbnail scratched my insides, he worked his thumb back and forth, pressing down against my prostate. Other hands found my arms and sides, stroking my back, shoulders and neck. The hot black guy removed his thumb and I felt two fingers press against my saliva slicked hole, roughly pushing in and stretching my ring. He worked his fingers around inside me, I could feel a finger nail of something scratch my insides as he harshly pressed and stroked my insides, a burning sensation starting to build as I squirmed and winced. “Ow hey that’s starting to burn abit” I complained, attempting to push myself up off my stomach, the various hands stroking my body held me down, one of the hands taking a firm hold on the back of my neck, a third finger being worked up my stretched ring as my guide responded. “Stay put kid and keep hitting those poppers. Just a little warming lube to loosen you up yeah?” As he said his last word he thrust his 3 fingers to the knuckles, causing me to let out a pain shout and clenching around his thick digits. “Just fucking relax bitch” He growled as he yanked the fingers from my tender hole, my hole continuing to burn lightly as despite the hurt I missed the sensation the fingers provided. One of the hands ran down my arm until he found my hand and took the bottle of poppers, the hand disappeared from my neck and I smelt the strong smell I’d been huffing before a hand found my hair, yanking my head up and a towel pressed to my face. The first breath through the towel taking me off-guard as the pure strong smell of amyl hit my senses like nothing I’d ever experienced, my eyes rolling back behind my closed eyes and my body going numb, the floating feeling like laying face down on a hammock. Distantly I felt someone spit on my hole and fingers rammed themselves back inside me, the sudden pain cutting through the numbness for a moment before the deep burning started again. Each deep breath through the towel pulling me deeper into myself, only connected to my body by the heat in my anus, the feeling of something scratching my insides as he pressed again my insides and the growing need for more. My next breath sucked in almost clear air, the smell of sweat, musky and lingering traces of amyl assaulting my senses as my face is freed of the towels fumes. The hair in my hand yanked my head up further, drool running down my chin from my open mouth as something pressed again my cheek, then my nose and finally found my mouth. Before I had a chance to process that it was a dick it was already insistently pressing at my throat and causing me to gag loudly, my hands found legs before me and pushed against them, the pelvis before me just pressing harder until my nose was pressed against his pubes, already wet with what smelled like lube and something else. He held me there, cock lodged down my throat as my chaperone spread his fingers inside me, I tried to scream from the sudden stretching pain but the cock blocked the sound just as well as it blocked the air I desperately needed. Both my holes were suddenly empty, coughing and sputtering as I dragged in each breath, my ass frantically clenching around the phantom feeling of fingers as the need to have the back grew like a wildfire, hand still gripping my hair I felt a cock brush against my lips. As I opened my mouth to suck on the head I felt someones legs against my own and a chest against my back, then I heard the black guys voice next to my ear. “Time for the real thing kid” His cock pressing again my hole, my mind screamed at me through the fog to make sure he’s safe, “Ow fuck, c..condom?” his cock pressed harder as his tip was pushing the limits of what my ring could take. He scoffed, “Yeah sure kid” and with a shove I felt a sharp sting in my ring and he was inside me, first just his head and I’d felt like I’d been torn open. I opened my mouth to scream and it was jammed full of cock before I had the chance, tears ran down my face as I screamed and sobbed around the dick causing me to gag as it found it’s way down my throat. The shaft stretching my ass kept pressing forward, each inch feeling like I was being split in half as I slapped and pushed at the thighs in front of me, finally I felt his powerful legs and groin press again my backside with a hard thrust, another sharp pain as the head of his cock forced something deeper to shift and make room. Using his weight against my body to keep my down he found my arms and forced them back to my sides, holding them in his strong hands against the padded surface as he pulled back, slowly exiting my ass before slamming his hips back down and working up a slow but hard rhythm. The guy in my throat thrusting hard and deep repeatedly before pulling back just enough for me to steal half a breath before forcing me back down his shaft. “ Watch the fucking teeth” he said angrily, earning me a slap to the side of the head and a harsher tug of my hair. They worked my holes for their please, not matching a rhythm like in the porno’s I’d come to love but just brutal thrusts that pulverized any resistance and fight I had left. When I stopped crying out around the cock in my mouth every time he pounded my ass he found a new angle to make it hurt again and when I stopped gagging around the dick making itself home in my throat he found a new way to make me choke and massage his head. The guy in front wrapped his free hand around my throat, choking me tighter around his dick as he made short balls deep thrusts, using my throat like a flesh jack as he starved me for air. With one last push he jammed his throbbing dick as far as it would reach and grunted above me, unloading down my throat and straight down my esophagus, my drool and slobber running down my chin and his balls. I was so starved of air that when he pulled out and leg go of my hair, my head just dropped, hanging over the end of the bench, wheezing in breath after ragged breath between coughing up cum and drool. My guide behind me must have picked up the pace while my consciousness was fading as he was leaning all his weight on my arms and fucking my ass like a piston. I could feel the pain and burning in my ass like it was a memory in my daze, the loud slaps of his hips against my cheeks and my own whimpers and yelps echoing in my mind. It hurt and I wanted it to stop, I didn’t want it like this, this pain and humiliation. Despite the pain and my numbing arms, I knew I was pushing back, mumbling for more. I felt like I was flying, like being drunk, snorting amyl and smoking weed all at once. I knew I hated this but not why I craved it so much more. With a loud deep grunt he slammed balls deep, the throbbing of his shaft almost lost in the burning heat and soreness of my insides, releasing my arms I felt his sweaty weight rest on top of me once again, a hand finding my mouth “Fuck. You did good kid, here suck on these”, three finger not waiting for me to comply but just forcing themselves into my mouth, my taste buds assaulted with what I can only guess was my ass with something acidic, not even the hint on lube. To be continued..

In the fall of 2018, I took a trip to Europe with my best friend who's straight as they come. He's lovely though, and him and my now boyfriend have actually gotten really tight, and he knows I'm bi and had no issue with it. About halfway through our trip, we made it to Amsterdam. When we went to university together we had become essentially high functioning stoners, and always talked about making a trip to Amsterdam for the quasi-legal weed. Of course by the time 2018 rolled around and we got around to doing it weed had become legal in Canada, but Amsterdam remains a beautiful city and was still an awesome stop. Anyways, I was the one who booked our accommodation while I had still been dating my ex-girlfriend of two and a half years. When we broke up in the summer, I essentially started a massive gay slutty phase, and started trying to scheme about how I could potentially get laid in Europe. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the famous party hostel I had booked in Amsterdam was literally around the corner from the Amsterdam bathhouse. Jackpot, I thought. There was just the small matter of getting away with it. Like I said, my buddy is super accepting, but explaining the concept of a bathhouse to a straight guy just seemed like a cultural bridge I was reluctant to cross, so I decided to ... lets say leave out a few details to him. After a heavy night of drinking around the red light district culminating in drinks at our hostel bar, he was making moves that he was going to head to bed, and I decided I would as well. I was reading on my phone about the sauna until I could hear him begin to snore around 1 in the morning. Game time. I put on my jeans and a sweater and went out in the cool October air. I always get this weird mix of nerves and adrenaline when I'm off to a bathhouse, and tonight was no exception. As it happened, I was below the age of 30 so I got in half price and got a free drink with the deal. As I put on my towel and started to explore the place, this place was nice. It looked more like a spa than a bathhouse, especially compared to the gritty one in my hometown. After a quick beer to calm my nerves, I find myself in the hot tub and next thing I know I'm making out with a hot German guy in his 40's. Unfortunately, he was also a top and this was before I'd figured out the whole "how to bottom" thing, so that was as far as it went with him. Next I met a guy from Aruba, who was hot, fit, and versatile. He was in the mood to bottom, so I led us into one of the cubicles. As he began sucking my dick, he said "You're really thick... I think I'm going to need some poppers to take you." He told me to wait while he quickly bought some from the desk, and came back. Next thing I know he puts the bottle under my nose, then bends over while we're standing and tells me to pound him. I do. He's being loud and moaning and groaning, and I can hear a few guys listening in outside the door. After a couple big deep pumps, I unload in him, cumming for the first time tonight. I walk out and I'm still horny. Moving right along. I go back into the hot tub where two hot guys in their late 30's/early 40's are heavily making out and shooting me looks while they breathe. As they walk out, one gives me the "follow us" eyes, and I hop out, grab my towel, and follow them into a room. They pull out a bottle of poppers and ask my position - I'm top, the other guy is a top, and one is a vers-bottom. Tag team time. I get to ride the bottoms ass first, basically delirious from the alcohol, strong poppers, and sensation. As I'm fucking the bottom, he's sucking the other guys cock, and we're making out while I fuck him. Truth be told, If I was in that scenario again, I almost certainly would have flipped for a bit and let the other guy (and the German guy) fuck me because he was hot, but alas, I still hadn't discovered my prostate and I'm not the kind of guy who's digestive system is a well oiled machine and can bottom on the fly. As I cum, the other guy declines to top and we all get out of the cubicle. I'm thinking it's late, and I really ought to be getting back since I ditched my buddy to have piggy anon sex and if he wakes up he'll have no clue where I am. But I'm still horny and that wins out. The last guy I fucked around 3 was an older guy, maybe in his 50's but still with a fit body. He was on all fours in one of the rooms. I enter the room, and close the door as he looks back at me. "Fuck yes", he says, obviously a little drunk or high, and horny as fuck. He starts backing back on me as I'm playing with myself lubing up. "Are you going to use a condom?" he asked "No." "Good, I love to be fucked deep and feel cum in me" We spent the next 10 minutes passing his poppers back and forth as I pounded him. He clearly knew what he was doing and was taking my cock like a champ. It was the best of bathhouse sex: Slutty, raw, anonymous, sordid. The thought of that in the act plus the poppers was enough to get me there, and I roared as I unloaded my third load of the night into his ass. When I was done, I got up, thanked him for the breeding while he stayed on all fours, and hopped in the shower. I walked the block back to the hostel grinning and satisfied, and decided I would try to go again if I could swing it. I managed to sneak there the following two nights as well, meaning I went there every night I was in Amsterdam, completely undetected by my bud. Next time I find myself in Amsterdam, I think I should go back and make a few new memories. ;)

Part-2 Things pretty much stayed the same for the next few weeks. Every two to three days TJ was up in my apartment when he needed more weed. And I was more than happy to keep supplying him as long as I got to suck that big 19 year old cock. Maybe suck is too nice of a way to put it. TJ was very aggressive and loved the fact that I had no gag reflex as he pounded his pierced cock down my very receptive throat. He loved to bury himself balls deep and hold my head tight against his hairy crotch as he pumped his huge loads of teenage cum right down my esophagus. And I loved every second of it. And because he was young and horny, he was always good for two loads. And I always rewarded him well for his stud service. I even got him to strip naked everytime while I serviced him fully clothed by offering him more weed. He may have technically been the rough trade, swapping his body for drugs, but I was the one who felt like the dirty whore, and I loved it. So after a few weeks of this, I decided it was time to take it to the next level. I gave TJ a soda laced with G. Not enough to knock him out, (although I do enjoy playing with a unconcious boy. There's few things dirtier than fucking and breeding a passed out boy, filling him up with my babies.) but enough to have him loose and vulnerable. So after he finished his soda and we had emptied a couple of bongs, he was high as fuck as he reclined, buck naked in all his scruffy, pierced and tattooed white trash glory. I began to slowly suck his cock, taking my time with it as I massaged his balls and taint. TJ just moaned as he limply laid back on the couch. I made slow love to his cock as I slowly pulled his skinny body over the edge of the couch and started to roll him over. "Dude, what are you doing?" He slurred. "You're not going to fuck me!" "Sssshhhhhhh." I silenced him. "I'm not going to fuck you, I promise. I just want to show you a new pleasure." I reassured him as I pulled out another baggie of weed. This time it was a full 1/4 oz. TJ looked at it with glassy eyes before he reached for it with an unsteady hand, grabbing it and clutching it to his chest. "All right," he mumbled, "you can touch it, but I don't get fucked." "Not yet you whore." I thought to myself as I handed him the loaded bong. TJ took a couple of more big hits as I got a real good look at his ass. His cheeks were covered in a light brown fuzz, and his crack was filled with a dense fuzzy trail. My mouth watered as I slowly spread him open, getting a look at his asshole for the first time. A musky smell hit my nostrils as I gazed down at his hairy brown hole. My cock was rock hard as my mouth moved toward his soon to be discovered pleasure spot, knowing I was about to be the first person to touch that promised land. My tongue lightly tickled his hairy hole and he gasped in surprise. I flicked at his brown pucker and blew on his hairs as he lightly moaned. Then I started licking his hole as his moans grew louder and longer. I planted my mouth against his shitter and really went to town. I sucked and nibbled on TJ's straight boy pussy, showing him for the first time in his young life just what a pleasure center his asshole was. He totally took me by surprise when he reached back and spread his cheeks apart, giving me better access. "Oh fuck dude!" He panted. "Eat my ass you dirty faggot! Oh fuck that feels good! Eat my hole!" And eat it I did. I stuck my tongue in him, past his anal ring which brought more moans and more dirty talk from him. I ate him out for probably 15 minutes before he groaned, "Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I quickly flipped him over as I wet my index finger and jammed it right up his straight skater boy cunt, hitting his prostate. He let out a howl of ecstasy as he grabbed my head and skull fucked me before shooting another one of his big loads down my throat. TJ collapsed back onto the couch in a sheen of sweat as the last drops of his cum dribbled onto my tongue, allowing me to taste the trashy young studs semen. "Dude, I gotta piss." He announced with his dick still in my mouth. "Do it here." I mumbled around his cock. "No way dude! I ain't fuckin doing that!" I was on a pure lust high and quickly grabbed another 1/8 and held it up. "Do it!" I demanded. "Give me your piss!" TJ paused for second before snatching the weed out of my hand. "God damn you're a disgusting queer. All right faggot, get your mouth on my dick!" I trembled with excitement as I took him back into my mouth and waited. It took him a few moments, but eventually a small stream started, which quickly became a large stream. I had trouble keeping up and piss dribbled out of my mouth onto his hairy legs. "Oh fuck dude." He groaned as he experienced another new erotic sensation, that of a warm mouth around his cock as he expelled his urine. "Oh yeah you dirty fag. Drink my piss you nasty bitch. Drink it all you dirty piss drinking faggot bitch!" As TJ verbally abused me, I reached down to my rock hard cock, and in just a few strokes, I was shooting off into my shorts as the last of TJ's piss flowed into my mouth.

It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.

As long as they have a functioning hole. I could care less how your dick looks. It's all just ornamental to me.

"Looking up at Ivan, he had a sweet, yet evil smile on his face." K C said. "I could feel his pierced cock at the entrance to my ass and without warning, he thrust himself inside. Already, the assault was breaking blood vessels as he thrust inch after inch of his diseased cock, causing further pain, but I knew with that pain, my hole was becoming fertile ground for the AIDS he'd deliver. Ivan was deeper in me than any man had been and still had 2" more to fill me with. Soon enough, I felt Ivan's balls against my ass cheeks and he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist and began fucking me. While he clearly fucked with the intention of infecting me, there was a tenderness that I found surprising and the look on his face was one of contentment. The pain I'd felt during penetration was gone and I now felt blissfully filled and instinctively, I worked my buttmuscles to give both us us maximum pleasure. I was barely able to make out Mickey, kneeling behind Ivan, face buried in his ass, eating frantically and knowing how happy the 3 of us were enhanced the scene. Maybe 10 minutes later, I felt Ivan's cock throb as he started pounding my ass again." His face contorted, Ivan proclaimed, "I'm cumming...infecting you!" Eight times, Ivan's cock spasmed, sending volleys of his AIDS seed deep in my ass. In my mind, the scorpion on Ivan's cock was alive, filling me with venom. "Don't worry, I take viagra so I stay hard and don't need to pull out and you'll be getting 2 more loads of poison from me. Three loads is my standard pozzing procedure because as they say, 'third time is the charm.' Although, one guy was too sore after the first breeding and yet, he still tested poz. K C, you have an amazing ass! So tight, wet, warm and so fuckin responsive! Ready for round 2, guys. Mickey, get your tongue back in my ass! You eat it like a condemned man having his last meal!" "Rounds 2 and 3 went much as the 1st round, but there seemed to be a growing connection. I couldn't be sure if Ivan was meshing with Mickey and myself on a personal level or if it was just him knocking me up." K C said. With a final, brutal thrust, Ivan announced, "Load 3! Fucked and pozzed!" Pulling out of my ass, Ivan's cock was coated with his cum, my assjuices and some of my blood. Mickey licked it clean and shared it with me in a kiss. "There's fresh blood on the cloth! We both did good!" Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan took out a buttplug, twirled it around the bit of his venom at my hole and pushed it inside me. "Don't remove this until tomorrow and it should come out clean. We'll use it on Mickey tomorrow night! I've done a lot of fucking in my life, most of it not infecting, but overall, K C, your ass is in the top 10 list! I'll text Boris to come get me. Any comments or questions while we wait?" "Of course, tonight was wonderful and actually beyond my expectations." K C said. "Just as you said, the initial penetration was painful, making my ass fertile ground and while you did fuck to infect, it felt like you were sharing a part of you, unless I'm reading more into this than what actually happened." "You're absolutely right and I never realized it until you pointed it out!" Ivan said with a broad grin. "Every time I've pozzed a guy, it was to infect and nothing more, no emotional connection, just ass and cock. With you, it's like you were giving yourself to me, asking for something within me and when I gave it to you, you gave me something in return. Don't worry, Mickey, I'm expecting the same from you and I know you won't disappoint!" "If you don't mind and it's not prying, I have a question." Mickey chimed in. "How did you get into pozzing guys? The very concept of gifting is quite intriguing." "Nobody's ever asked me that before and until tonight, I had no reason to discuss it." Ivan confessed. "This goes back to Theo's visit. After he bred me, that first night, he told me how Bob pozzing him created a bond between them and that they were a friends with benefits couple, free to fuck around with other men. Knowing I'd come down with the fuckflu, I asked Theo run my shop and have Bob come down and stay with us. Bob was on a flight the next day and seeing him in the flesh, he did look like he could be my older brother. For the next few nights, both Theo and Bob fucked me and a few weeks later, when my fuckflu hit, Bob looked after me and Theo ran my store. When I felt well enough, Theo put a scorpion tat on my cock and the same on Bob and that became our Family Crest and I promised no other man would get that ink. A few weeks later, a cute twink came in for a tramp stamp, a picture of a pig with CUM written across in black lettering. Holding a mirror, I showed him the finished project and said that should get results. 'Hardly the results I'm looking for! Every top in this fuckin town is either neg and on prep or poz and undetectable! What's a chaser to do to get knocked up?' Having seen a tease of his hot ass, I dropped my shorts and told him to chase here! His eyes lit up and he said, 'If you're serious, just say when and where!' I advised him to let his ink heal and we could do it in the apartment above my shop, but there'd be no turning back. Sure enough, 2 weeks later he was in my sling begging to be knocked up. After 3 weeks, he was down with the bugflu and an OraQuick test confirmed it. I told him to come to my shop when he felt better and we'd do something to celebrate his new status. I was itching to try something new with my hair and I told my guy to dye it neon blue with red tips. The twink comes back to my shop and I offer a free tat that could act as a billboard for my pozzing services. He asked for a scorpion tat in his dick like mine, but I tell him that's reserved for family. I suggest a bio haz above his pubes and he says it should be the colors of my hair, which is now my signature. He bought 3 more chasers to me and I found that pozzing guys gave me a thrill. Of course, tonight was beyond thrilling." Just then, his phone chirped. "Boris is here!" Mickey used his phone to open the gates and he walked Ivan downstairs. "I loved the look on K C's face when you were in him ballsdeep. Hoping to have the same look on my face tomorrow!" "Oh, you will!" Ivan assured him as he walked out the door to the awaiting car. The next night was pretty much the same, this time with Mickey getting 3 loads of Ivan's venom. After plugging Mickey's hole, K C led Ivan downstairs where Boris awaited. Back upstairs the 2 of them rolled around in bed, passionately kissing until they were exhausted and fell asleep. Ironically, 18 days later they both woke up to what had to be a fuckflu...sheets soaked in sweat, high fever, swollen glands, puking...the works. As instructed, they sent a text to Boris and OraQuick tests confirmed they were both poz. Boris drove them to Ivan's house and cared for them. Once they were well enough. he drove them to the back entrance of Ivan's shop where they got their tats. To be continued

Trevor was on his hands and knees on the living room carpet, his face down and his hairy muscled solid ass raised up. He was moaning deep and hungry from his throat as he moved his ass back and forth and up and down in front of my face as I knelt behind him. He was starting to feel the effects of the loaded needleless syringe I had emptied into his hairy chute a few moments earlier that had been filled with a powerful booty bump. Damn this pig just kept getting hungrier and needier for more sex, more drugs and more cum and piss. I slid 3 fingers knuckles-deep inside his wet warm pig hole and felt his ass muscles begin caressing and working on my digits like he was jacking a dick with his hole. His moans grew louder and greedier as he pushed his perfect bi boy ass back eagerly trying to get my fingers deeper inside him. “Yeah you hot fucking sexed up bottom pig. You like those fingers inside your boi pussy don't you?”, I asked. “You like feeling me stretch your cock craving boi hole and twisting my fingers back and forth huh? Makes you crazy to get fucked again doesn't it?” “Oh yesssss, bro it fucking feels so good! I love having something in my tight hairy pig hole...whatever you and Daddy want to put in it – cocks, fingers, tongues,dildos. I can't get enough bro. Please, man, please use my hole. Keep it filled. Gawd I love the feelings you and Daddy make my slutty hole feel!” “And you love all the cum and piss and meth we put in your wet open hole too don't you? Feeding your piggy hunger and making you understand what a fucking cock-worshipping pig bitch like you is here for. Your ass and your throat are meant to service and pleasure and be used by alpha men to drill and pound and breed and mark as long and as often as they need to use your holes, right, boy?” “Yes, bro, gawd yes! I want you and Daddy using and owning my fucking holes, using me as your cumdump and urinal. Damn dude I can't believe how much I need you both inside me.” “And other men too, pig? You want other men deep in your ass and throat too don't you? Feeling all the cock you can get stuffing you, stretching you, breeding you. Doesn't matter who it is or what color or age as long as your holes are being fucked and cummed in. Nothing about the tops that are using your holes matters if they keep you fucked and fucked up, right baby boi?” I was working on his mindset to want nothing but cock, eventually – soon! - even the fucker's status wouldn't matter to our strung out cockwhore as long as he kept getting his “fix” of dick, cum and piss. “Fuck yeah bro! All the men that you and Daddy want to have use my ass and mouth. My holes belong to you all and I will take whoever's cock in my guts that you all say! Just don't let the fucking stop bro! Please!! I have to have cocks and cum all the time!” I now had 4 fingers moving in and out and around in semi circles inside this sexy tina-controlled hairy pig's ass. I could feel all the cum and piss that Daddy and I had been dumping in him again and again and again covering my fingers, knowing that every single drop of all that cum in his young naive hole was lethal unmedicated HVL POZ cum! I was working it into the torn and abused tissues of the lining of his ass making sure our family dna made it's way into his dna, changing him forever. Gawd my dick was so fucking hard thinking of all the dirty sperm our pig boi had inside him. He was no doubt already as good as knocked up but Daddy and I were enjoying his holes and piggy hunger too much to stop now. It was close to 10:00 on Saturday night and we still had a hell of a lot of time to use this whore's body and holes and mind. And we still had not gotten to the point of getting him to beg for POZ cum but it wouldn't be much longer I was sure. Without him being aware of it his mind had already crossed that threshold of insatiable need and desire. He couldn't stop taking cock and cum even if he tried. But he wasn't going to try that. No fucking way! I passed the poppers to him and told him to hit them hard and keep on hitting them. As I felt the warmth from the popper rush spread around my fingers in his ass, I folded my thumb into the palm of my hand and began applying pressure moving my entire fist toward his red puffy and gripping hole. Fuck I couldn't wait to see his reaction to his first fisting!!

I used to work at a small Motel and fixing - controlling - keeping the motel together . Sometimes meet certain people - making sure they have a Good time ! I remember a couple / guys signed in to stay a week and asking no maid service . One guy was tall ( 6' 7" ) and the other was about 5'4" - small and tight body - gotten my interest ! I had a chance talking to them several times - to get to know them - becoming friends . One Day I handed them new towels and seen in the room there were used condoms laying on the floor ! ( gave me a instant erection with HOT ideas ) . I tried to be extra nice to them - fresh towels - little mints and chatting with them . ( I sneaked taking 2 used condoms - knew they were not going to missed it ! ) The Bigger guy went to work while leaving his cute friend in the room ! I received a call his bath room sink was clogged - went to fix it ! ( Before going there - I was wearing my cute blue jean shorts - no underwear - cock and balls showing some - bucket and wrench ! I was surprised noticing he did not clean up the room - used condoms every where ! He greeted me at the door - looking around in the room - I bent over picked up a used condom - put my finger into it - finger covered with the cum - in my mouth licking it ! Then laying on the floor - pulling of the pipe off cleaning it - I had my wrench laying across my lap - on my dick - I ask him to hand me my wrench - crasp his hand - pressing against my hard dick . Beautiful smile came across his face - he got up and walked away - I made sure the sink was fixed and getting ready to go - he came back naked - took me to bed - had a Good Fucking time ! Invited me back to his room at 4 a.m. morning - I did - his friend tall and a dark dick about 12 inches . His buddy , little friend , and joining the smoking weed - smoking some meth - oh fuck me - all night long ! 2 Days later was exhausting - having 3 some's , the last day - they were checking out - I was told his little buddy having trouble with the pop machine - had to go out there . I got him a coke - stepped into the laundry room - he giving me a deep passionate kiss - filled with his partner cum load - snow balling ! Then he grabbed and squeezed my dick hard - sucking me off - shot a load into his mouth - gave me a hug - went to his car - giving his boyfriend a deep kiss - my cum load - both gave me thumbs up - oh a packaged of used condoms .

I usually ignore the "Ask Me" profiles, but on occasion, I have been know to engage in one of my favorite activities: sarcasm. Off the top of my head, here are a couple response you could throw his way. Invite him to view your profile but tell him nothing in it is accurate. Say that you do that to throw off the guys who ask for your stats. Take "Ask Me" literally and ask random science and math questions. Compliment him on using his profile as a platform for an "Ask Me" advice column. It is very selfless of him to offer to take on those nagging problems that plague gay relationships. That profile was unique because it also said: "You Tell Me." sounds like the perfect opportunity to break out the tea leaves and read his fortune. Most likely you'll get blocked if you started doing any of these, but it's not like you were expecting a real reply from him anyway.

My pig side is definitely returning despite the COVID-19 risk. After my escapades at the beach I’ve definitely been hungry for more. Sunday evening I texted one of my fuck buds to see if he was available. He’s what I call my preloader. He’s always desirous and willing to fuck my ass so I used to take advantage of him to preload my ass before going to communion or other sex parties. It was great to arrive already with a load up my ass. Sunday night I just wanted raw, dirty, anonymous sex. After I got my load from him I headed to cruise the park. With the virus I’ve definitely noticed an uptick in the amount of cruising happening in the parks. They were quite a few guys out but I was drawn to this older black guy with grey dreadlocks. Probably because he had this big floppy dick hanging out of his unzipped pants. I felt it’s substantial girth and weight in my palm before getting down on my knees to open my mouth up as wide as I could. As his dick grew harder, he took control of my head to force it deeper in my mouth. After a while, I shifted to a squatting position pulling down my gym shorts to expose my ass. I was hoping he wasn’t just looking for a blow job. Luckily he wasn’t and after stroking my cheeks and fingering my hole, he bent me over a water fountain and started to shove his way into my post COVID-19 tight ass. He blew while telling me that I had a good pussy for black dick. With two loads in me, I decided to check out the bathrooms. They are filthy and disgusting; mainly used by the homeless but guys do fuck in there. I walked in to find a masked Latino guy with his shirt and pants undone hanging out in one of the stalls. He beckoned me to join him and once I did, he didn’t waste any time. I didn’t even need to suck him! He had one of those uncut solid dicks that’s like a log. No taper to it. While fucking me he kept on asking me “do you like it? “ until he spurted his wad into me. I was hoping for one more before I needed to head home to at least get five hours of sleep before work. I ran into a sweet black guy with glasses that enjoyed my hole for a while but didn’t cum. I swear after this whole thing is over I’m going to be an open hole for an entire year to get all the dick I’ve lost during the pandemic!

6. Safe as Homes Fabien watched James quickly drink the contents of the juice box. He knew that there was another 1.5ml of G in each one. Unlike James, Fabien nursed his drink, suddenly having to chug it as the Uber pulled in to the curb. "Here," the driver said. "You boys have fun," he said, smiling. "Don't forget your bag," he mentioned to Fabien. "Thanks," Fabien said. He reached back into the car to grab the party bag Tiago had given him. "Gonna fuck him up?" the driver said. "Your friend?" Fabien noticed the driver for the first time. He wasn't that tall, but he had a tight, muscular body. He had dark hair, and a thick, Arab beard. He wasn't that bad looking. "Hell yeah," Fabien said. "Rape him good." "Well. If you need any help, let me know." He handed Fabien a card with a number scribbled on it. Fabien stuck it in his pocket, grabbed the bag, and closed the door. He wondered how James would look if he were impaled on Omar's thick cock. "Where are you?" he asked James. "This way," James said, and lead him through the gates to the apartment complex. "Where did the guy live?" Fabien asked. He could see James shiver. He wondered what memory the question had brought back. His dick throbbed at the possibilities. "Sorry," he said, "I mean, if it brought back anything bad." James stopped, and Fabien put his arms around him. "It's good," Fabien said. "It's hard," James said. "I just. I don't know what to do." "You don't have to do anything at all. It was something very hard for you." James was crying again. Fabien wished his cock wasn't quite so hard. "Thank you." He pointed at a corner several floors up. "There," he said. "4F. I can't forget it." "How does it make you feel? Seeing it now?" "Angry. Mad. Helpless. Scared." "Let's go," Fabien said. "Get you in your apartment. Probably don't want to meet him right now." "No. No. It's not going to happen," James said, panic in his voice, almost like he was once more face to face with Conrad. "I just can't. No." "Where are you?" Fabien asked. "Get you somewhere safe." "Yeah. Safe." James was shaking; Fabien wondered just how much G was in the juice box. Not to mention what he had taken earlier, and he couldn't forget the booty bump. "Please. Safe." "Where?" Fabien asked. Finally, James began to walk towards a distant door. It was off a hallway from the central atrium; the hallway was lit with a flickering florescent bulb. James fumbled with the key, but eventually got the door open. The apartment was spare; it was mostly filled by bed in one corner, a worn sofa in another, and the battered table and two wooden chairs by the small kitchen area. "Home," James said. "I dunno. I don't want to hurt." "Let me hold you," Fabien said. "You don't have to do anything. You can just share with me." James nodded, the tears in his eyes. Fabien took off his shoes, watch, and emptied his pockets. James did the same, leaving his phone on the floor next to the bed. The two men climbed into bed. "I can't forget his laugh." James finally said. "It's what I remember most." "His laugh?" Fabien asked. "When I told him to stop. He laughed at me. Then just said, 'But I haven't cum yet,'" "What did you do?" "I was tied up. Blindfolded." James paused; he was starting to sob. "I couldn't do anything. And he knew it." Fabien's cock was stiff. He wanted to adjust it, but he wanted to hear what James would say next. "He knew it. And he just laughed." "Did he cum in you?" Fabien asked. "After that?" "Yeah. He did. Twice I think." "You think?" Fabien asked. "I was blindfolded. And there were other guys there too. Watching me. Laughing." "How many? Guys there, I mean." "Three? Four? It was hard to keep track." "Did they all fuck you?" "I think so." He sobbed quietly, not wanting Fabien to know just how weak he was. "I don't know. I couldn't do anything to stop them." James's phone buzzed. He reached down and grabbed it. It was a message from Tim. "Tiago said you had a bad night?" "I should answer this," James managed to say. He turned back to the phone. "Yeah. Made bad choices." "There was so much cum in your hole," Fabien said. "Earlier. When Dr. T had you open." James's phone buzzed again. "We all do that. You just have to learn what you did wrong, and make better choices in the future." Tiago continued to type. "I've got a meeting. But Tiago said you have a friend there. I'll come by your place in an hour. You can tell me what happened." "Sure," James wrote back. "I guess." He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell another person about the dicks that had forced themselves into him. "Sorry," he said to Fabien. "Friend. He might come over later." "That's cool. Just a friend? Or have you guys fucked too?" James hesitated. He hated how every question Fabien asked made him seem like even more of a slut. "Don't worry," Fabien said. "I know you've done a lot. You said you liked to party. And Tiago said he fucked you. It's cool." "Yeah," James said. "He fucked me. A lot. And.." "Yeah?" "He and Tiago shared me." "Damn. That's hot. Were you high?" "Yeah." "Did the guy give you drugs too?" "He did. More than I wanted." "That's intense. Did you pass out?" "I...I..." James stammered again. "I can't really remember. There's gaps. I don't remember. And then I do." "You don't have to remember anything you don't want to," Fabien said. "Just remember the good things, right?" He was nodding, just like Tiago had taught him; James started to nod as well. "Hey. Let's smoke a bit, ok? You already got some. I need to catch up." "Yeah, I guess," James said. He was lying down, but he wanted to get up and move around. He felt warm, and happy; there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. His hole was itching, and as much as he hated it, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted to feel Tiago hold him. He looked up at Fabien. He had found a glass pipe, and was heating up the bowl. "Do a few hits with me," Fabien said, and then started to inhale deeply. James remembered how the clouds had tasted and good he had felt when Tim had shared it with Tiago and him. But as soon as he remembered that, he remembered how Conrad had forced him to inhale the crystal clouds. James tensed, his body twitching, remembering what had happened. "You ok," Fabien asked. "You tensed up." Fabien inhaled from the glass pipe. "Just. Memories. It's hard." Fabien exhaled. "From last night?" James nodded. Fabien smiled. "What happened," he asked. "I want to hear it." Fabien inhaled again. It was a long, slow draw. "I was tied up. Blindfolded," James said. "I could hear him. Hear him hitting the pipe. He did massive hits." "Do one with me," Fabien said. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against James's mouth. Before he knew what he had done, James had opened his mouth. Fabien took immediate advantage, and exhaled his cloud directly down James's throat. "It's so good," Fabien said, kissing James. "This feels good, doesn't it?" James nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. The crystal was warm and made his mind spin. "He did massive hits?" Fabien asked, reminding James of his tale. "He forced it into me. I was too high, too tired to do anything. I had to take it." "It's better now," Fabien said. He handed James the pipe. It was warm and smoking. "You can do a hit on your own," he said. "Remember how good it can feel?" James nodded, and let himself take a slow hit from the pipe. "That's it. No worries. Enjoy it." James felt his lungs fill. His head was filling with familiar, sleazy thoughts. The memories came with them. He gasped, a bit of smoke escaping. "You ok?" Fabien asked. James paused and held the smoke in. Fabien took the pipe, and heated it up again. James exhaled. "Just. Just another memory." "I'm here," Fabien said. "Tell me what happened." Fabien inhaled again. "He put some tina on his cock," James said. "I didn't want to get fucked. I didn't want more drugs. I told him no." "But?" Fabien said, before returning to the pipe. "He did it. He fucked me. It hurt. Like my ass was on fire." "He didn't take no," Fabien said. James nodded. "Take another hit." Fabien passed the pipe to James. "Smoking will help you. Get you in a better headspace." "Yeah?" James asked. "I just want to forget." Fabien nodded, and James started to suck on the glass stem. "Just let yourself feel good for a moment," Fabien said. He watched James hit the pipe. Fabien saw how James was staring at him. Fabien smiled, but let James take a huge hit before gently nodding his head. James held the hit for nearly thirty seconds, before finally exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," James said. "Fuck." "Feeling it?" Fabien asked. "Yeah. I am. It's. It's" "It's good," Fabien said. "It's really good for you." He held up the torch, and lit it. "Now. Do another hit. And tell me another story about last night."

It is so hard to know. When I am at a leather weekend or go the piss party in Chicago or head to Toronto for Fukdto, I fuck a ton of guys. Sometimes it can be 20 to 25 different men and sometimes it's more like 12 to 15--as I keep fucking the best 6 or 7 more than once over the four or five hours I'm at the event. I can fuck forever. And the length of play makes for a massive load when I finally decide who is going to get it.

At IML a few years back I went to a bb party one of the evenings. I was a bit buzzed and horny as fuck. I can’t remember for sure but I think I put my bare dick in about 20-25 guys that night. I’ll never forget at the end I was sobering up and I remember how different each guys ass felt. I bred 4 guys and took 4 loads. I had about 15 guys dick me through the evening It was one of the best parties I’ve been to to this day. I’ve still never seen so many guys breeding each other in person.

Part-9 The guys and I all went down to the hotel restaurant to force some food into ourselves. Of course we left the boys in the room. Brent was left in a straight jacket. Hooded and gagged, he was left on his stomach with his legs pulled up painfully behind him and a large vibrating plug in his ass. He also had earbuds in that again just played static. Eric was on the bed. He had several leather straps the went around his ankles, just below his knees, his thighs, his waist, where his wrists were secured, and his upper arms, across his chest. Furthermore, he was strapped to the mattress itself with more tie downs, so he couldn't possibly roll off the bed. He had clamps on his nipples and the metal plug and cock cage on again, hooked up to the box that went through a random cycle which included some very serious jolts. (But the penis gag he wore should stifle any screams!) And to top it off, his head was propped up on pillows so he could view the TV. We had it hooked up to one of those hypno videos you find on pornhub, the really nasty ones for sub training. And even if he closed his eyes to the imagery, he would still be subjected to the audio through the headphones he wore. Oh, and both boys had been given a hit of X and a viagra. That should keep them both occupied in their own way for the next couple of hours, that is, if they were lucky. While we were eating, Steve and I occupied ourselves by editing the videos we had taken of Eric. To use against him, of course. The poor kid had no idea he would never be returning to his former life. We planned to take him back home with us, after we destroyed his relationship with his family, his job, and his roommates. And after we explained how he was going to convert to poz, and he had nowhere else to go, we would convince him coming home with us was the only option. We would take care of him, getting the meds he would need, for a price of course, his complete servitude. We would convince him that was all he was good for now, like Brent. I wanted to keep Eric around for a good long time. At least until I grew tired of him and dumped him off at some truck stop in the middle of nowhere. Alex, meanwhile, had been busying himself texting with the guys who had hosted the sex party the night before, offering the use of Eric. He had sent them pics of our pretty whore prince, telling them that up until last night, he had been a virgin mormon boy, and even though he had already been well used, he was still somewhat fresh, and needed more dirty seed in him. As much as possible. Of course the hosts, Jim and Tom, jumped at the chance to assist in Eric's destruction. They knew plenty of guys that would be willing to stop by and drop a load. They even gave me permission to advertise Eric on a few websites to REALLY fill up his pussy. We planned the festivities to start at 9, and to go on however long it lasted. They could both call into work the next day. I couldn't wait. It actually took us three hours to get back to the room. We had to run a couple of errands. I wanted to find a slutty Prince Eric outfit, and I succeeded. I found some blue running shorts that I bought in a large children's size, to ensure they look extra slutty on him. I also bought some red jockstraps, so when I pulled up the waist, they would show above his too small shorts and look like his sash. His shirt was easy, a white wife beater. I planned to make it into a crop top. Of course I bought several of each of these things for various, "looks". I even bought him a pair of black leather boots that laced half way up his calf. He was a size 10, like Steve. When we opened the door, Eric was bathed in sweat. His eyes pleaded at us for mercy. Just then, one of the big jolts went through him. Five full seconds of high intensity on his cock and ass. Eric's body went ridged and shook as his eyes clenched in pain. "Does my prince want the nasty machine turned off?" I asked in a mocking tone. Eric shook his head yes violently just as another strong jolt rocked his body. "If I turn the machine off, will my prince be a good boy and do as he's told?" Eric shook his head yes again. I took the machine, and gave him one more jolt for good measure. I wanted to ensure Eric was a very grateful boy to have his torment end, and to realize that I had the power to inflict more if I so choosed. I removed the headphones and the gag. "Thank you Sir! A very humble boy said. I smiled knowing just how fucked up this kids head was right now, and how agreeable he would be to anything I demanded. "You stink kid!" I told him as I was undoing his restraints. "First thing is a shower!" I helped him into the bathroom and into the tub. I turned on the shower, cold of course. Eric yelped. "Can I have some warm water please Sir?" Eric begged. "No!" I reprimanded him. "Slaves don't get warm water. Now hurry up and clean yourself!" Eric quickly washed his body and was soon smelling fresh again. I took him into the bedroom and handed him a red jockstrap. He put it on without question. Then I handed him the blue shorts. They were perfect. They were skin tight and showed off his caged cock very nicely. They were also very short and the bottom of his ass cheeks hung out. I rolled the waist of the shorts down so you could actually see a little bit of skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of the jockstraps waistband. HOT! I took a knife and cut the bottom of the tank top off so it hit him mid chest, exposing his flat, defined stomach. I gave him his boots and he had the quickly laced up, and in no time flat, there was my picture perfect, slutty, whorey Prince Eric. "Ok baby," I said, "get on the bed and pose for me." Eric did this without a second thought. Already such a good boy. "But just one more thing." I grabbed the knife and cut a long slit down the crack of the shorts so Eric's gorgeous ass could be seen. I had him do many different slutty poses, all of them making him look like the whore I had turned him into. And he didn't question me once. By the time I had finished my little photoshoot, Steve had finished his little project which was to write up our advertisement of Eric. It read, "Have you ever wanted to fuck a Disney prince?" "Here's your chance! This genuine Disney prince actor is offering up his hole for anyone who has ever wished upon a star. This 18 year old beauty is offering up his beasty hole for any cock who wishes to breed and seed him. Zip-a-Dee-do-dah, no cock will be refused entrence into his magic kingdom. There is only one rule, NO CONDOMS......PERIOD! All sperm deposits must be made into his butt-pirate cove. So don't be late for this tea party and slide on down into cum-splash mountain. This charming price will be available: Now to 8PM at his hotel. 9PM to ? at a house party. After the house party to ? back at his hotel. So cum to the ball! This parTy prince is definitely an E ticket ride! Message for directions to either venue!" I laughed at my punny partner. I quickly had several pics of slutty Eric uploaded. "Perfect, now we just have sit back and wait." I said as I lit a freshly loaded pipe for Eric, smiling as I saw his eyes light up.

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.

What's the most holes you've fucked in one night? Not necessarily bred but just fucked. My highest is about 40 on naked night at the Laboratory in Berlin during gay pride weekend. You literally had to queue up for an hour to get in there it was so full. Whenever I'm at the Lab, I have a few drinks and get super horny, and the place is full of guys of all ages with their asses up the air or in slings taking all comers. I find myself almost manically going from one to another trying to fuck as many holes as possible. I delay cumming as much as possible so I don't peter out too fast. I dumped my load in about three or four asses that night. Afterwards I went to the Bull bar and fuck another handful of wasted guys and got home about 10am. I dumped my last load in a muscled young guy bent naked over a barrel taking dick after dick. Berlin is unbelievable for this sort of thing. If you're in decent shape, you could easily fuck hundreds of holes in a week there.

So hot .......when bottoming a guys cock is just an ornament however big or small....the focus is on his hole and being versatile, I totally get it from both sides Big turn on when top makes it clear he needs to use your hole..............from teen days I was taught to always make my hole available to a hung top when required........hence eventually getting it inked;)

I think they're obviously under-represented in porn for cultural reasons. But possibly the hottest porn star I've ever seen is Arad Winwin who is essentially a refugee from Iran (or so he claims!).

The page seems to be no longer active so I am glad the pledge is printed here. We should recommit ourselves to this as we come out of this other pandemic.

Our condo has a plumbing contractor and he came out once to check all the units in our building for low water pressure. He was a much older Mexican man and not really attractive. I had left my porn out in my master bedroom and he saw it. It gave him ideas, because he came back out with a hard on inside his pants. He told me he could see that I liked "man pipe" and asked me if I wanted to suck his dripping pipe, which I did. Whenever he was dispatched to our building he wold knock on my door after he finished the job to see if I was home so I could fix his plumbing leak. For an unattractive guy, he had a huge uncut pipe and shot like a cannon. I must have sucked him off about 20 times the whole 10 years i lived there.

Keep the comments coming, love hearing your feedback and thoughts: Part: 8 He turned me around and just slammed his cock into me. By now I was gapping open and had so much cum in me that it easily went in with no resistance. Despite all the dicks I had taken this was still the biggest and it fucking made me feel full. I loved it. “I’m gonna fuck all those loads into you bitch. Make sure it takes. You popper slut. Your life will change tonight forever. You are going to take my poz load. I’m gonna fuck death into you.” Wait what? Poz?! Is that what I heard, and then it hit me, all the comments they had been making that I thought was just fun talk was real. Their dirty cum, charged load, gifts! I tried to pull off his dick. “No way man, I don’t want to be poz, that’s not what I signed up for.” Wham, I felt a hit on the back of my head, I didn’t pass out but totally dazed me: “shut up cunt, you have been taking poz dick all night and you liked it. I saw that cum dump glaze in your eyes every time they charged ur pussy up. Look around, all these men are your gift givers.” The lights went up, as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see around the room. There were like 15 guys there. Old, young, fat, skinny…it was a fucking mix of guys, even two homeless guys that I had seen outside the building when I first got here. They asked me for change! I was on all 4s, frozen, my life sort of flashed before my eyes. My wife, my son. I was poz? What? Wait! I was so confused on what was going on. before I could process anything I felt the big black cock just slam into me. I lurched forward, grunted. A bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose. I automatically took a hit. And then it hit me, well. there is no turning back. I have so much poz cum up my wrecked hole that there is no point turning back now. That’s when I realized my cock was rock hard. This shit turned me on. “Poz my pussy sir. I beg you” “that’s my cunt, I knew you loved it. You really are a true cum dump.” And with that he pulled his cock out to the tip and slammed it back in. He wrecked my hole for what seemed forever. He was much thicker than all the other guys. Someone kept offering me poppers and I kept taking them. I was flying high. My dick was rock hard thinking of all that poz cum in my ass working its way into my system. “I’m gonna bust bitch, take my demon seed. I’m gonna knock up that gaping hole. Fill you with my poz seed.” “yes sir, please, breed my pussy. I was made to take all loads. I was made to serve men. Poz my slutty ass.” I felt his cock expand in my ass, stretch my hole even more, and he shot rope after rope of cum up my ass. I clenched my ass, milking that poison dick, milking every drop of poz cum with my ass. “fuck yeah slut, you did well…ready for some more poz cum?” “fuck yes sir. I want all the poz cum I can get.” And with that one of the homeless guy slipped back into my gaping ass. I spent the rest of the night being fucked over and over by the guys. I don’t know how many loads I took. All I know is that when I got home late that night I passed out in a heartbeat. I didn’t even change, I was so tired, my legs hurt. I woke up the next morning, still in the jock, a wet spot under my ass from all the poz cum I had taken the night before. The wife was coming home later that day. Not sure how I was going to deal with any of this, but for now I realized I was rock hard. I jerked off while I fingered my hole and shot the biggest load ever thinking of all that poz cum still in me.

I woke up several hours later with a severely dry mouth. I chugged an entire bottle of Gatorade, and laid back until Pup woke up. It was now mid-day going on evening, and I had originally scheduled my flight home for the next day, but I wanted to keep playing. I called and rescheduled my flight for two days out. We setup for another play session and he had me get in the sling. “What do you want now boy?”, Pup asked. I pondered for a second, “I want another slam.” “Yeah? What else do you want boy?”, he questioned. “I’ve never been gangbanged before, I want to be fucked by as many guys as possible.” “You’ll take any load from any guy I get for you?” I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes sir”. “And you’re not going to run to your bottle of PrEP once it’s over?” “You can take my PrEP bottle away from me if you want.” “You’re sure boy? You know I’ve already given you a toxic slam and a couple toxic loads. Without PrEP you’re going to be poz.” “I know, sir. I want your DNA inside of me.” “Good boy. Where is your PrEP bottle?” “It’s in my toiletry bag, in my suitcase.” Pup dug around until he found the bottle, held it up and said “Say Goodbye” as he left the room with it. He came back a few minutes later. To this day I have no idea what he did with it, and I don’t care. “You’re a poz meth whore now, how does it feel?” “It’s what I’ve wanted for years. It feels right.” “Fucking slut. I’m going to get you some cum. But first, I’m going to slam you. How much do you want?” “Give me a .25 again.” As much as I wanted to try a bigger slam I was afraid of how much I’d like it, and I knew once I went bigger I’d never go down again. Pup prepared a couple syringes with Trimix, he administered mine and showed me how to administer his. Once we were both hard he tied off my arm and administered my slam, then did his own. He started texting his friends and going on Grindr, Craigslist, and every other app you can think of inviting guys over to try out my hole. Within 30 minutes we had a good sized crowd. The crowd was mostly tops with one other bottom that got fucked when guys weren’t fucking me. I didn’t ask anyone’s status, but assumed most of the guys were positive since we were all barebacking. However, there was a top named Zach that made it a point to announce “By the way, I’m poz” right before he loaded my hole. My dick got even harder, and I knew for sure I’d found my calling as a poz cumdump. I got loaded by all of the tops, some a couple times, until my hole was loose and full of cum. As the sun came up on another day I climbed out of the sling and said my goodbyes as the party wound down. I was still wide awake so Pup and I played some on our own before we crashed for a few hours. After our nap pup had me setup his laptop and webcam pointed at the sling, and told me we were going to put on a show for one of his friends, we’ll call him Wolfie. I had an immediate crush on him even though he was on webcam, he’s a very hot otter in his early 30’s, with one of the best devilish grins I’ve ever seen. Pup got in the sling, administered his own slam, and then had me fist him while Wolfie watched. In the meantime Wolfie slammed himself and played with his own hole while we watched. It was so hot watching his transformation on camera from a mild mannered guy into a slammed up pig, I’ll never forget it. Once Pup was satisfied he told me to get in the sling, and I had no idea what was coming. First he produced some ankle restraints. “You’re going to experience something that I have yet to experience”, he told me as he started locking my ankles into place. “I’m going to force slam you, and you don’t have a choice.” With that, he put a blindfold on me and I was completely at his mercy. I heard locks being fastened to the ankle restraints and he grabbed my wrists and did the same. I was excited and way more nervous than I’d been all weekend, my entire body was electrified and he hadn’t slammed me yet. Pup ran the needle over my skin without injecting me, waves of electricity emanated through my body from where it touched me. After playing with me for a bit, and as Wolfie watched from afar, Pup tied off my arm. “Get ready to fly”, Pup said as he administered my fourth and final slam of the weekend. I had no control over how big it was, and I loved giving up control to him. The electric feeling in my body was immediately replaced with the pure pleasure released by the slam. Earlier in the weekend I had told Pup about Kyle, and told him I wanted him to make a video to send to him as I knew he read stories like this on Breeding Zone, but I was living it. As I was still blissed out Pup pulled out his phone and started recording. “What’s your name?” I had to think to answer, but finally managed, “Lee”. “And what’s your ex-boyfriends name?” “Kyle” “What did I just do to you?” “Slammed me with meth.”, I laughed, realizing it would be almost unbelievable to Kyle when he saw this. Pup turned the phone on himself and said, “I’m corrupting your ex-boyfriend Kyle. Enjoy.” “Fuck me”, I begged. Pup put the phone down and fucked me hard while Wolfie watched and I thought about what Kyle would think when he saw the video. Pup dumped his load in me, and tried to fist me but my hole was too sore from all the play it got over the weekend. After we signed off with Wolfie, Pup ordered me to shower, and as I went into the bathroom I looked myself in the mirror, and saw what I can only describe as my evil twin. With my pupils dilated and flying high I was no longer the nice guy that everyone’s parents loved. The guy that made guys wait several dates before he’d sleep with them. Meth had unlocked a sex crazed side of me that I never knew could exist, and I was loving every minute of it. After my shower Pup could tell I was coming down and that I was exhausted from our weekend of play. He had me take several vitamins to replenish my body, and gave me something to sleep again. Then he cuddled me while I fell asleep, and I crashed knowing that I was forever changed by this weekend. I flew home and took a few days off of work to recover. Pup had a cold when I visited, and I went home with it. While I was still getting over the cold my lymph nodes throughout my body swelled up like I’ve never experienced before. I texted Pup to tell him what was happening, and he texted back “Got you!”, which just confirmed what I thought… I was seroconverting. In the few months after Easter I’ve avoided T & G, but I have been fucked and/or fisted at least once a week since. Sex, even sober, is way better now that I’m not stressing about status, and I’ve given up the pretense of being a “good guy”. At this point I want to find a partner that would willingly whore me out to his friends, or lock me in a sling at a bathhouse. I never could have admitted that to myself before. And this upcoming weekend, yet another long weekend for America’s July 4, I’m returning to visit Pup. Playing with him again will give a whole new meaning to “Independence Day”.

Dillon was a hot jock who always had a girlfriend. He got hit on all the time and could have any woman he wanted and often did. No one would have guessed that he watched gay porn video's of straight guys getting head from another guy. He would jack off often to these when he was alone and imagined that he was a straight guy giving head. He knew he should really want to be the straight guy wanted to get serviced but something about sucking a big dick turned him on. He vowed he would never do it but that did not stop him from watching videos all the time. He had a few of his favorites that always turned him on. One day while he live in girlfriend was at work he was playing online and searching Doublelist and found some post about guys giving head and he though why the fuck not, put up an ad and see if any hot dick presents itself and he created a post and put it up. He just needed more jack off material is how he rationalized it. The post read like this. Straight Jock wants to orally service another straight cock. Nothing more, just sit back and let me suck and service your road till you blow your load. No small talk, just some great head and I will even swallow your cum. 24 5'11 165 blonde blue eyes and muscled with a hot mouth. He loaded a pic of his body no face, showing off his tight body. Dillon went on to watch some new videos, and an hour later he still had not blown his load. He checked his email and there were more than twenty responses. He started looking through them and most were gross. Old men but he came to one where a muscled guy in he 40's that got his attention and another for a traveling guy who would be coming to the city in a few days and needed head. The local guys sent a pic of his hot boy shirtless in his underwear with his dick rock hard and it read. Hung straight guy,wife is out of town and just need some good head. You must be able to deep throat 9" and lick and suck my balls and eat ass. If you can't do all three do not respond. I agree with no talking, not fucking looking for anything but a regular mouth to service me orally. (Dillon was rock hard after reading this and looking at his pic over and over) The second was Married white guy with a pregnant wife. Dude, I will be in town for two nights and need some relief. My wife and I have not had sex and she is a few weeks from giving birth and I need to get off in the worst way. Liked that you just want to suck dick and unlike hooking up with a chick. Having a straight dude suck me off is not cheating as far as I am concerned. I am 29 a ginger 6'3 200 lbs, all muscle and have 8.5 thick uncut dick. I have sent a pic of my meat to make sure you can handle it. ( even harder after reading this one) Dillon fought the urge to respond but thought, fuck there was nothing wrong to responding. He set up a new email and shot off a response to the Ginger. * Hey, thanks for hitting me up. Fuck that is a hot dick, I would love to suck your big dick and give you lots of pleasure while you are visiting. I can tell from your email you have tons of built up cum and I can help you relieve the pressure and your blue balls. Where in the city is your hotel? Can you host? Dillon was proud of himself and somehow even more turned on. He decided to send a message to the guy was local as his dick was rock hard and dripping. * Hey, thanks for responding. I would definitely like to orally service you and make your build up a huge load to feed me. When are you available and what side of town do you live? Can you host? Dillon notice that the responses kept coming in and there had to be another fifteen in his other email. He went back and of the fifteen there were three he liked. 1) Hung Married guy who works out and cums a lot. Just need your hot mouth on my dick and to suck out a load or two. The picture show a really thick dick on a muscled stomach. Very private and just looking for a hot mouth. I walk in and you are blindfolded and you fish my dick out and suck me till I cum down your throat. 2) BBC need a hot mouth and throat to get off. Must be able to service big dick for a long time and lick my balls. If you start you must finish, no fucking leaving this nigger with blue balls. He sent a pic of his huge dick. 3) In a relationship but totally and sexually frustrated. Have not had sex in weeks and need to unload big time. Can not host but know a Glory hole you can suck me off at. It is private let me know. The pic showed a long not to thick cut dick with black pubs. 26 years old, 6" 180 and worked out. Need a cock sucker for anonymous head. Dillon Answered all three of them but he really wanted the first and third with the third being his favorite of the three. He kept checking but after an hour no one had gotten back to him. He went to grab a bite and he too was sexually frustrated. He had been edging all day and now more then ever he wanted to suck one of these guys dicks. He calmed down after he had a bite and knew it was just hot cyber sex and that was all it was really suppose to be. He walked back to the apartment and wondered if anyone had responded. ....

I sat there in my chair, one of many arranged in a circle in some badly lit room at the community support center. 19 years old, 5’6”, dirty blond shaggy hair and 120 pounds of barely even muscled twink. The counselor thanks the last guy for sharing his traumatic experience and motions for me to stand and introduce myself. I stand and clear my throat. “Err hi? My names Tom, I’m 19 and I guess I’m here to talk about what happened to me last month…” One month earlier I’d had sex with guys before but I was always the top, until I let my best friend fuck me earlier this year. It changed everything. If I had known that bottoming was so great I would have done in years ago and if my friends 4 inch dick could feel that good I wanted something bigger and better. I bought myself a plastic vibrator and a bottle of amyl, it got deeper much deeper than my friend but somehow just wasn’t the same. After reading a lot of sex stories online I decided what I needed was to go to a bathhouse, the hottest stories were over guys roughly taking dick after dick, I jerked it multiple times over the bareback stories but I wasn’t going to risk anything like that. I wasn’t out as gay yet so I needed a place I wouldn’t get caught out, after checking squirt for a good place to go, I found a sauna that looked fairly discreet and one or two guys mentioned stealth in the comments. Seemed like the best place to go unnoticed. 3 hours later after a deep clean, I nervously walked up to the 4 story matte black building, pushed open the large red door and made my way upstairs. The man behind the glass window looked me up and down before asking for ID, after giving me another look he passed it back. ‘Room or locker? Lockers $15 and rooms $40, first time?’ ‘Uhh yeah, do I need a room?’ The guy smirked, ‘no you don’t NEED a room but it makes things easier’. I just shrugged and pulled out $40. ‘I’ll take a room then’ The guy gave me a key and towel and buzzed me through. ‘Find your locker and strip off, towels only past the locker room and your rooms on level 3 kid’, he called as the door closed behind me. The room smelt like the locker room at high school except for the addition of the amyl smell I’d come to know so well. I made my way through the dimly lit locker room and after copping a few odd glances and slap on the ass, I found my locker and started to strip off. Even the years or PE at high school never got me over the embarrassment of undressing in front of so many other guys. I definitely never got so many blatant stares as I stripped off my briefs and quickly wrapped myself in my towel. Clutching my towel around my waist in one hand and the bottle of amyl in the other, I followed a guy through the only other door in the locker room and into room with what looked like two hot tubs and a raised glass walled platform between them lined with showers so you could see the guys showering from the outside, beyond that both a wooden door marked SAUNA and a frosted door marked STEAM. I must have stopped walking as I noticed one guy with his hands on the shower glass as another fucked him from behind as a guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked in my ear, ‘First time kid?’ I made a girlish noise as I was shocked out of my staring, earning a few laughs from other guys in the room as I turned and looked at the guy. He was 6’1”, black and muscled with tattoos up his firm arms, chest and stomach, a guy straight from one of my favorite stories and very close. I don’t know how my face felt so hot when so much blood was rushing elsewhere. ‘Y…yeah, first time’. Holding up the key around my wrist like an idiot. The black god before me chuckled at my awkwardness and pushed my hand down after giving the key tag a glance, ‘Well how about I show you around and help you find your room? You look a bit nervous’. Putting his hand on the back on my shoulder and turning me towards the stairs, we were half way to across the tiled floor before it occurred to me to reply, my mind occupied with keeping the folds of my towel over the erection inside. ‘Thanks, that would help, um.. my names Tom’. ‘Nobody uses real names here kid, if you make the right impression someone might give you a name but otherwise we don’t care’ he said sternly as he half pushed me up the stairs. ‘Wet area back down there, dark rooms and glory holes on this level. You should check them out before we find your room, perfect for first timers.’ I nodded dumbly as he led me through the dim hall ways, my wide eyes drawn to the other guys walking past in towels, some over their shoulders, some with not a towel in sight. Coming up to a line of doors we stopped and he turned me to face him. ‘Ever sucked a cock kid?’. ‘Yeah a few’, nervousness twisting my stomach at the chance to suck the dick of such a hot guy. ‘Good, start in here’ He said opening a one of the doors to reveal a small dark booth with dim red bulb providing enough light to reveal a foot long slit cut in the wall about head height. ‘You need to calm down kid, lock yourself in here and suck some dick, you wanna stop being so nervous right? This will help, but you gotta give me your key and towel so I can take them up to your room’. It sounded reasonable so I stepped inside, unwrapping myself and handing over my key, towel and amyl. He refused the amyl saying, ‘No you wanna keep that, take long deep sniffs. Come on take one now, no not like a pussy, longer kid, until you can’t take in any more’. I did as I was told, my head and chest feeling hot and my head a little dizzy. ‘yeah that’s right, keep that shit up when you can and make sure you suck whatever comes through that hole, you’ll love it trust me. Lock the door and I’ll knock when I get back’. And the was gone, the door closing and leaving me in the dark space. With shaking fingers I latched the door and turned to see the door close in the other room and a barely lit crotch press up against the hole, I stepped up to the hole, swallowing the lump in my throat and gently took the hard shaft jutting from the wall. Berating myself for being such a pussy and reminding myself that this is the stuff I came for, like in the stories. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the guys cock. I started sucking and bobbing my head, hearing the guys on the other side moan and grunt his needs. ‘Yeah man’, ‘That’s good’ and ‘Watch the teeth’ before his cock throbbed and with a loud ‘Fuck yeah’ came in my mouth, 5 spurts and a gulp later, the cock pulled away and the guy left. Less than a minute later another man stepped into the booth, latched the door and stepped up to the slit. This guy was short but his cock was much longer. Taking hold of his shaft with both hand I began to stroke the biggest cock I’d even seen, marveling at the fact it was long enough to fill both my palms. ‘Stop fucking playing and suck it man’ He growled from the other side. Startled but turned on my the aggressive attitude I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. ‘Come on take it deeper’. I tried to take more of his dick, but kept gagging every time he hit the back of my throat. I pulled away coughing, uncapping the amyl I took another deep sniff, the guys kneeling to look through the hole. ‘Shit man your young, yeah take another hit, that’s right. Come here and let’s see if you can take more’. By now my head was spinning as I recapped the bottle and stepped forward, the man on the other side reached through the slit and guided my head back to his dick, clutching a handful of hair on the back of my head and ramming it down my throat. I dropped the bottle and slammed my hands up against the divider, my forehead slamming up against the sides on the wooden slit as I gagged around the cock trying to force it’s way even deeper. My eyes watered as I tried to push back, the attempt just making the pain of pulled hair worse as he just gripped tighter. With a final shove, my chin pressed against his balls, my throat spasming around the guys member as I struggled to both breath and push away. ‘Fuck yeah, that’s more like it. Come on start sucking and breath through your fucking nose’. Using my hair for leverage he pulled my head back enough for me to suck in some air through my nose before forcing me back down to start gagging again, then repeated the action and setting up a rhythm. Hands pressed against the smooth black painted wood I struggled and gagged against the treatment, breathing when I could and tears running down my cheeks. The hair in his grip hurting with every pull but hurting less if I didn’t struggle against it, a constant string of verbal abuse getting more and more forceful as he worked himself closer to climax with my throat. ‘Yeah suck it faggot’, ‘Take my fucking dick’, ‘ Fucking gonna rape that throat’, ‘Gonna nut, take it cunt’. With 3 final sharp thrusts, not allowing me another breath he held my head down against the partition as his cock hardened further and throbbed, spewing his load down my throat. Desperate for air I started pounding on the wall, yet still he held me there, hard cock lodged down my throat until with a last throb he roughly pulled himself free and released my hair. I fell back and rolled over as a coughed and spluttered, his load running out my nose as I continued to cough and struggle to drawn in more air. Just then I heard a knock on the door and my guide called out, ‘Sounds like your done in there, come on out kid. I wanna show you the dark room’. To be continued..

I have had good luck with Middle Eastern Men in Toronto. Even hunting the holy grail: a Middle Eastern bottom.

I have been off PrEP since March and I'm on the fence of going back on PrEP. I have been going to parks causing and taking loads and scared shit of becoming Poz.

I agree with this point. That said, I totally agree with this point, too. I generally get along really well with other Scorpios.

Thank you SO MUCH. I am exactly what you describe. When I am fucked, my little nothing is no more than an inch, totally soft, totally nothing. I get satisfaction through my asshole.

I love blowing guys behind their gfs/wives' backs

We drank a little bit more and Ron looked at me and then Louis before he said "I gotta piss." I knew what he was insinuating but I thought I'd have a little fun with him first. "So? If you're asking permission you forgot a word or two" I replied with a devilish grin. Louis let out a brief laugh. Ron rolled his eyes and said "Please, sir. May I go piss?" Louis looked over at me and grinned. "I got this one" he said, hooking a finger into the chain around Ron's neck. I watched the two disappear and the look on Kevin's face was much more relaxed than the last time Ron headed to the bathroom. Shortly after Louis and Ron came back, Kevin said "Guess it's my turn" and stood up. "I'll show you the way" I said as I moved away from the wall. I put my arm around Kevin and ushered him through the bar to the stairs that took us down to the bathroom. Kevin paused as he walked in and I could see he was trying to envision Ron's earlier encounter with Jimbo and the others. I kept going and walked up to the urinal. As I started to piss, Kevin took the spot next to me. I glanced over and saw an average cock with a heavy stream of pee. "I thought we'd head over to my place since it's only a few blocks from here. You up for a little fun? Or are you ready to crash?" I asked. Kevin turned his head and smiled at me as he shook the last drops of piss off his cock. "I think Ron and I both want to see Louis in action" he said zipping up his jeans. "He really seems comfortable around gay guys now. Before he'd look away when Ron and I would even kiss, so I can't imagine him getting naked and fooling around with us." I chuckled as I shook my cock off too, letting the PA hit the edge of the porcelain urinal. Kevin's head turned over to look just as I stuffed my cock back in my jeans. We talked briefly on the way back to the table and when Kevin said "almost anything is good" I whispered "just say stop if we go too far" as a reply. He winked at me as we got to the table so I thought this might get really interesting. We finished off our beers and got up to leave. A group standing nearby jumped at our table before we got 3 feet from it. I dropped a tip at the bar and gave Greg the bartender a thumbs-up and then gave Jimbo a pat on the back telling him "See you soon." It was a warm night and none of us put our shirts back on. We got a few comments from people we passed, ranging from cat-calls to "looks like they're gonna have fun." We got back to my place and once inside I flicked the lock and set down my backpack. "So, Louis. Do you remember the main rule I have at my place?" I asked. Louis looked back at me and grinned "Uh, something about being naked whenever possible, I think." I had to chuckle since before I could say "mmhmm" both Ron and Kevin had their shoes off. Louis and I had boots on, so before we could get those off, our guests were naked. By the time I got my jeans off, Louis was leading the other two into my bedroom. When I walked in, Ron was on the bed on all fours with Louis and Kevin standing at the edge. They both had their cocks in their hands and were slapping their meat on his cheeks or dragging them across his lips. I stood there and watched for a minute waiting to see who Ron took in his mouth first. His tongue flicked over each cock several times before he finally swallowed Louis' rigid cock. My own shaft was completely hard and I was weighing my options as I watched Ron suck. In the end, I decided to let Louis and Kevin take Ron's mouth and I'd make use of his pale, smooth ass. Climbing behind him, I grabbed each butt cheek and spread them apart. I heard Ron yelp before Louis grabbed his head firmly and then shoved his dick in deeper. I gave Louis and Kevin a wink and then buried my face in Ron's ass. He must have liked my bushy beard on his smooth ass cheeks and my tongue lapping at his taint and hole since he was soon pushing back on my face. It didn't take much longer and he was rocking back and forth with my tongue following his hole. I sensed a short pause and he went back to pushing back on my face and then swallowing down the next cock. We went on like this for fifteen or so minutes and my beard was soaked with spit as was Ron's hole, inside and out. My cock wanted in on the fun too so I moved closer and rubbed the shaft along Ron's crack. Louis pulled his cock out of Ron's mouth and smiled at me. Kevin pushed his shaft into Ron's mouth and started to slowly fuck it. Louis moved behind Kevin and whispered something in his ear as I lined my cock up to Ron's hole. I rested the piercing on his hole a moment while I gripped his hips firmly. It only took a little pressure and my bare cock was sliding into the spit soaked tunnel. The moan he gave out was muffled by his partner's cock which was stuffed into his mouth and throat. Looking up, all I saw was Kevin with his hand on the back of Ron's head. Kevin's head was leaned back, a smile across his face and his eyes were closed. A few moments later, I saw Louis' hands wrap around Kevin's hips and realized he was on his knees rimming Kevin's ass. From the little moans and expressions on his face, Kevin was obviously liking what was happening. I gave Ron half my cock before retreating until just the head was inside. Slowly I built up more length and speed. Ron's hole felt really good and there was just the right amount of spit and then precum to keep the friction level high enough to be pleasurable and yet not too much to wear Ron's hole out. About five minutes after I had penetrated Ron, I saw Louis' head pop over Kevin's shoulders. Louis' arms wrapped around the sides of Kevin's torso and suddenly Kevin's eyes got big as his mouth opened up. I'd seen this look many times before and knew that Louis was now inside Kevin's hole. "Oh fuck... Go easy man" Kevin said breathlessly. I watched Louis back away before reaching over and grabbing the lube off the nightstand. A squirt on his dick and another couple were applied to Kevin's hole and Louis was back inside. Ron never stopped sucking his partner's cock and I kept fucking him, but I'm sure he knew when Louis was able to start properly drilling Kevin. We got the rhythm right after a few tries and Louis was plowing into Kevin as I was pulling back on Ron. For fun, I'd occasionally shove in when Louis was and we'd get Ron totally stuffed with cock. He never complained and I think he actually liked it. I grabbed the chain around his neck when I started to get close, but never hard enough to pull him off of Kevin's cock. I looked up at Louis and nodded at him before I heard him start to plow faster. Group fucks are hard to get the timing right for simultaneous orgasms so I was hoping to at least get Louis and I to shoot together. I slowed down a little to delay my shot and once I got the nod from Louis, we both began to fill our bottoms with cum. I growled out first, with Louis grunting a few seconds later. I was almost done with the last rope of cum when Kevin yelled out "Oh fuck" and I watched him fill Ron's mouth with his own load. I heard Ron gag a little and then quiet down as he gulped down the warm cream. As we settled down after our orgasms, Kevin said "That was fuckin amazing. I've wanted to do something like that forever!" Ron pulled off the end of Kevin's spent shaft, licking his lips and looking back at me with a grin. Slowly, my cock pulled back and out of Ron's open hole with a dribble of cum following and running off his balls and down his leg. "Three out of four is damn good" I thought and then looked down and saw a puddle of cum on the bedspread where Ron's cock was. "Did you shoot too?" I asked looking at him. "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how hard I came. The second I felt your cock throb inside me just sent me over the edge" Ron said. I looked over at Kevin to make sure he was ok with me breeding his boyfriend and he still had a big smile on his face. He turned and gave a kiss to Louis before pulling him to the bed with him. We were all laid out on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. The silence was broken by Kevin. He looked at Louis very seriously and said "You're the first person other than Ron that has ever fucked me raw. We always play safe with other guys." Louis looked shocked and didn't reply right away. A minute later he finally said "I... I'm sorry. It just felt right." Ron smiled and said "Yeah, it felt damn good. I love getting spit roasted and to do it with you guys just made it fuckin awesome." Kevin nodded and added "Don't be sorry. You've been a fantasy fuck for way too long. That was even better than I imagined." The conversation lasted a little longer before we all drifted off to sleep, still sweaty and two guys filled with cum.

You certainly can't always tell, but having about that much experience myself, I can say that it does help. But what really helps is what you said at the beginning of your post: "his connection to me". It is vastly easier to tell if a man is about to cum if one is really paying attention to him (and not to one's own ass, or one's own dick, or the neighbor's dog...). Experience also teaches that really paying attention to one's partner is a recipe for absolutely dynamite sex! I highly recommend it as a skill to pursue.

Its just a handle for tops to control your cunt with. I cage mine if tops prefer it.

I'm going to express a contrarian view. Yes, *some* tops would find fucking a nullo hot (there are some people out there who are into just about anything you can think up). That doesn't mean they are numerous. I remind people that finding a partner (whether it's just for sex, or for dating, or a long-term relationship) can be expressed by (WARNING: traumatic call-back to grade-school math!) Venn diagrams - those overlapping circles that can illustrate which characteristics (each represented by one of the circles) any particular individual has. A very picky man, for instance, may want only guys between 6'0 and 6'3", muscled, furry-chested, dark haired, blue or green eyes, mostly top, definitely hung, good job, You overlap those circles in a given area population and you might easily find there's nobody within, say, 60 miles that meets 100% of those criteria. When you add in "turned on by nullos", you're imposing a restraint that will exclude the vast majority of men (whether that's fair or kind is another issue, but it's true). Expanding that to "guys who won't mind a nullo" will enlarge the possibles list a bit, but my guess would be that they'd still be rarities. I suspect far more men would prefer a small and mostly non-sexually-functional cock over none at all, and you have the option, of course, of having fake testicles put in (possibly not covered by insurance, but it's an option). I suspect you'd have far more success getting laid going that route than the nullo one. I'm not suggesting you should or shouldn't pursue the surgery you're considering. I'm saying that if you're pinning your hopes on finding someone who's interested in a nullo, you should know that's going to limit your options significantly. Unfairly, perhaps. But significantly nonetheless.

I had my first DP experience yesterday. I hooked up on GRINDR with a dude and his boy. The daddy was around 50, powerful build, wearing just his jockstrap. The boy was in his 20s, cubby kinda lad. I'm a big husky man with a decent thick 7 inch cock. The daddy took his jock off and lay on the bed with his hardon standing proud. The boy sat on his dad's cock facing him. He bent forward and I got behind him and shoved my cock in. The boy had a well fucked ass and was loose enough to get in him. I've never felt so horned, man, feeling another dude's hard cock next to mine in a boy's asshole was intense. I slipped out a couple of times but learned not to pull out too far when thrusting. I could feel the dad's cock pulsing and then he shot. I love feeling his sperm cumming over my cock n running out down my shaft and over my balls. he slipped out and left me to pump my seed up his boy's ass. After, the boy sucked both our cocks clean.

YEAH! one time when I was high as a kite. My top (and slammer) was treating me nastier by the minute. It was kinda hot. His fuckmotions wheregetting harder, he was calling me names and told me he wanted to piss in my tight ass. Before I could answer, I felt his chempiss coming. A steady stream filled me for a full minute. Then he continued fucking me. After he was done his bf mounted me as well and added to it.

I just ignore any and all “ask me” profiles. Every site I’m on, I list what I’m looking for/what I want. I put that I do not and cannot host. First thing they ask? ”can you host”

I wish I knew how I did it, but I totally swallowed my top’s long cock to the balls. i have a really bad gag reflex. Like really bad throw up in my mouth often gag reflex. But the second time I saw my top, I was able to totally throat him. I guess it was pure lust. I was horny for his dick and wanted it badly. That was a trip.

i was doing the blindfolded cumdump thing one day when i lived in Connecticut. dude popped in, popped one out, and left. i always liked to see their face afterwards and would peak out the window. Guy was a young stud and the got in to the comcast van that was parked in my driveway. he came back a few more times before i moved.

My parents were out for the day and asked me to let the gardener in and pay him when he was done. He was late 30s, great bod, cropped hair and stubble. When he knocked on the doo I answered wearing just my junior jockstrap - I was a cocky little fukker. He stared hard bur pretended not to notice and I could see the outline of his cock starting to grow through his sweats. I asked if he'd like a coffee before he tried to which he said yes. We sat in the kitchen and I made sure he got a good look at my ass but still he did nothing. eventually I went up to him, put my hand down the front of his sweats and gripped his cock. He didn't pull away so I pulled them down and took his cock win my mouth - he was thick n smelled awesome. I messaged his balls and sucked harder. I said you can fuck my ass or cum in my mouth. he just mumbled mouth so I went back to sucking him and he shot s big salty load of sperm down my throat. He didn't get much gardening done that day.

16 at school in the changing room showers with another boy.

Yes! Always ask to my partners to impregnate me.

Get on prep. Best choice I ever made.

yeah married guys are great to suck off especially married guys. so easy to please cause their wives arent very good at sucking cock or very into it but faggots love that cock, we swallow and we are so good at it. specially natural born cocksuckers like me. funny thing is they always thank me afterwards.i'm used to just being used like a human fleshlight. so i always thank them for letting me suck their cock and letting me drink their cum and always offer my mouth for a urinal if they have to piss after they cum.i'm a full service faggot

The next day at work, I got a phone call from Dr. Woods. I answered the call and he said, "Hey Rik, how are you doing?" "I'm good. What's up?" I responded. "I know yesterday was a surprise and wasn't want you planned. Are you on board with the treatment plan we discussed?" He must have been at the hospital seeing patients, as I could hear the overhead announcements in the background. That explains the formality of his tone. "Yeah, I am actually. I guess this is something I've wanted for a while, but didn't have the balls to go for it." He replied, "Excellent. I was hoping you would be open to this. Dr. Grant and I took a look at your lab work yesterday after you left your first treatment and your immune system is really strong and can take a beating, if you know what I mean. Are you still interested in the FasTrack blood donation program, or are you going old-school?" Luckily, I have an office at work, because my cock starting getting hard over this conversation in which I was discussing willingly seroconverting, and setting a course for the rest of my life. "Yes, Dr. Woods, I think the FasTrack process makes sense for me. I'm excited to get started and earn my own biohazard tattoo." He replied, "That's great. I was hoping you would say that. I'm going to cancel Friday night, and we'll push that back a week. You will get a Club e-mail inviting you to an event the next Saturday. Three days before that, stop by the office at your convenience and see Teddy. He will give you something to suppress your immune system. It's a safe medication and it will help with the FasTrack process. How's that sound?" "That sound perfect," I replied, adding "I look forward to receiving the e-mail. Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Rik." Later that day, I received the following e-mail: Conversion Club Members - Please accept this invitation to our home next Saturday at 4:00 PM for some light refreshments and some Conversion Club business. We will have the pool warmed up for those who wish to enjoy it. (Leave the bathing suit at home. We'll have the usual clothing check for you.) Conversion Club business starts at 6:00 PM, opening with congratulations to the most recent convertees. In addition we will have three inductees to welcome, one of whom is a FasTrack participant. Justin and I look forward to seeing next Saturday. Brad Woods I left work early that next Wednesday and stopped at the office of Dr. Woods, telling the receptionist Teddy was going to give me an injection. Sure enough, in short order, Teddy called me to the back and had me follow him into his work area where he often draws blood. In a growing medical practice where private rooms are at a premium, he has an open alcove area. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss. His moustache brushed against my lips and felt really hot as, in hushed tones he asked "You're coming on Saturday, right?" "Yeah, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" "You're going to have an amazing time. I can't wait to help you with your treatment plan." I looked down at the growing bulge in his pants. "I can see your willingness to help right now." He looked in my eyes whispered, "I've wanted to poz you for a very long time. When I converted I was going to call you, but I made the decision to wait until my viral load was high enough to make a difference. Giving you my poz load and my blood is an honor." Both of us were hard, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. He said, "Let's get your shot before I cum in my pants. Here's your Decadron shot. This will knock down your immune system response for the next week. We'll also give you a flu shot today. You might be a little achy. This will keep your immune system preoccupied so Saturday will be a success." "Sounds great. Let's do it." In the following days, I spent some extra time at the gym to make sure my body made a good impression. I cut even more fat out of my diet and went to extra spin classes to lean out further. Saturday around noon, I put my 24" colon snake, my big dildo, and some lube in the shower. I first used the douche hose to make sure my hole was totally cleaned out. I worked the colon snake up inside to confirm everything was out. Then I lubed up the dildo and rode that bad boy for a while, doing my best not to bust a load of cum. Keeping an eye on the time, I pulled out the dildo to see only a little mucus and just a trace of blood. That's perfect. Before getting out of the shower, I put some lube on my hand and worked my fingers up my hole. I've had my fist up my hole several times, and the feeling is awesome. The dildo stretched me out already, and it was fairly short order before my fist made its way inside. After a couple punches and turns, I pushed my hand out. My rosebud was pushed out nicely. Getting dressed, I looked in the mirror and got a look at what my diet and exercise plan achieved. I now have surface veins popping where they were buried before, my arms were veiny before, but you can see them all the way up my arm. My leg veins were showing and my lower abdomen veins were out for the first time. With the temperatures in the 90’s, I drove to the event with the convertible top down in just shorts and flip-flops. The sun felt good and I liked the cruising I got from guys. I arrived at Brad and Justin's place around 4:15. There were about 10 people, all of whom were already fully naked. With a kiss, Brad welcomed me to his home and showed me to the clothing check. Depositing my shorts and flip-flops in a bag, I headed to get a drink, passing Mateo, who looked sexy as fuck. Justin welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, "I'm glad you're here. You're going to have a great time. Hold the sex for after 6:00 PM. Let's get you a drink and introduce you to the Club members." This was a diverse group of guys, anywhere from 19 years old (Mateo) on up. We made our way to the bar area where three other guys were chatting, one of them was Blake. Justin said, "Guys, I want you to meet our FasTrack inductee, Rik. This is Bob, Tracy and Blake." I shook the hands of Bob and Tracy, with a "nice to meet you," and then gave a kiss and a hug to Blake, explaining to the other men "Blake and I have already met." Bob smiled and said, "Define met." Blake smiled and said, "He meant bred." Justin turned to me and asked, "So, what would you like?" "AIDS." "You'll get that in a little bit. What do you want to drink?" I looked at Blake and asked, "What are you having?" "You!" he replied. Giving a light laugh I replied "You'll get that in a little bit. What are you drinking?" "I suggest you can have a beer or bottled water. It’s important to stay hydrated," Blake commented. I was smart enough to take his hint, replying "A water sounds perfect." Blake and I made our way around the place, heading outside to the pool area where the rest of the guys were. Being the new meat, I got the once over from everyone, which I expected. There were cocks of every description ... some big, some smaller, some cut, some uncut, and some pierced. Most of the guys either buzzed or shaved their pubes. Strangely enough, I felt naked not having a biohazard tattoo. Everyone there had one above their cock, and most had one additional one. Some new arrivals were greeted by Brad, and one of them was my college roommate Mike. Holy shit ... when we roomed together, he was one of the biggest condom freaks on campus. He's a beautiful man, tall, dark and handsome. Other than his condom thing, he was a freak sexually. So fucking fun. I excused myself from Blake and went to say hello once he ditched his clothes. He was facing the bar when I approached, so I grabbed his ass and said, "Fancy meeting you at a place like this!" Mike turned around with a smile, "Rik! Great to see you." We hugged briefly and both pulled back to check for tattoos. He didn't have one yet. He was also an inductee. While Mike didn't have a tattoo, his cock was pierced and his nipples were huge ... like bigger than silver dollars and unusually puffy. So fucking sexy. "So looks like we're getting pozzed together. It'll be cool to do this with you!" I remarked. "Yeah, are you the old-school or FasTrack?" One of the biohazard tattoo guys standing around said, "You're the FasTrack one, huh?" I replied "I need to earn my biohazard bad. Hopefully I'll get the fuck flu soon." The biohazard guy smiled in reply, commenting "I'll do my best to help!" I turned back to Mike and said, "I love what your body mods. Your cock looks amazing with a PA ring. So sexy." Brushing my fingers against his puffy nips I added "And these are amazing. Holy fuck they're hot ... dude, how do I get those?" He smiled and said, "Yeah, I love them ... they're so much more sensitive right now, I can cum just by having a guy suck on them. Dr. Woods has me on a couple things to help grow them." "Wow. They're so fucking sexy. I'll talk to Dr. Woods about doing that as well." "Dr. Woods can make your dreams come true," Mike replied with a chuckle, then, changing the subject he asked "How are your parents?" "Good. How about yours?" "They're doing great. I spoke at Stanford and saw your younger brother Tom last week. He fucks like you do!" "Um ... Tommy's straight...." "Only his big uncut cock is arrow-straight, and he fucked me good. He loves my nipples ... great sex. You gotta try him." At this point my brain was racing, but had the common sense to conclude this was not a conversation to entertain at this moment, which was a good call as only a minute or two later the Conversion Club meeting apparently commenced when Teddy came through the group with a bowl of blue pills and yellow pills. "Anyone want a Viagra or Cialis? We also have TriMix injections available if you want one." "Have you ever done TriMix?" Mike asked. "No, I haven't. In fact I've never heard of it," I replied. "The TriMix makes me rock hard for hours," Mike explained. That was an easy call for me: "I'm open to everything today." "Great, let's do it," Mike responded as he gestured to Teddy saying "Rik and I will do the TriMix, Teddy." "We'll do those out by the pool," he explained, calling out to the group, "How many for TriMix?"

Man, for as long as I have taken it up the ass, I have enjoyed keeping cum in my ass as long as possible. Usually have my glass plug with me.....comfortable, just large enough.....so I can stay plugged.....but also open a bit (for the NEXT load) as long as possible. And, there is something so wonderfully erotic about it being a virus laden load. Even though I have been POZ for a few months now, knowing I took a POZ cock and have that diseased cum in my ass turns me on like little else can.

I'd sign up for the app in a heartbeat!

So it was in the mid of 2001, i was living in that time in cologne/germany. I still was neg, but by visiting the bars and the darkrooms more and more I let the gus fuck me bare. One day I met a guy at the bar..wie talked a lot, drinking some beer...and he invited me to his place.. It was one of these hot nights in the summer, I only had a shorts and a shirt on, and as alwasdo, no underwear:-) On the way to his home.. he was grabbling at my cock, kissing me..and we became more and more horny. reaching his home... the air was very sticky and warm... we put out our clothes..just smoking for relaxing:-) He told me that he will fuck me only bare, as I Told him that i was still neg gut want to convert. Horny as hell, he fixed me on his bed, got a thoothbrush, putting in my arse. Then he stroke his cockin dry and hard.. he fucked me over half an hour, looking at me..then he asked:*Are you ready for my gift?* Icried *Put it in, I want to be your brother*..he fucked again, I felt his cock becomming harder and bigger..he moaned..and shoot in his toxic juice. When he got out, he put a plug in and gave his cok in my moth for cleaning it.. I saw his cum on it, and my blood...soo good. It was the best fuck I ever had. He told me that he was not on med and highly toxic. By saying this I turnd arround putting my arse up again for him. For three days we didn't leave his place, fucking us to hell... 3 Weeks later I became sick... We are still friends, and wenn wee meet, we must change our new bebies:-))

Kissing isn't just a "Yes" for me, it's a "Must", same goes with making eye contact. I say let the kissing be as intense as the sex: sweet and passionate kissing for sweet and passionate fucking, rough and aggressive kissing for rough and aggressive fucking. I don't think kissing is a thing of the past, but, at age twenty-four, I like to think that I'm not old fashioned.