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Jonathan was a young college student; he had just turned 20 and starting his freshman year. Jon was 5’11 brown hair with blue eyes weighing 160 and a bubble butt! He was older than most of the freshmen, he was held back in first grade and it always made him much older than all his classmates. He just barely made it to college with his C + average, luckily, he was a legacy as his Mother and Father both graduated and the donation his grandfather made did not hurt. Jon was incredibly attractive and got hit on a lot and he had been with lots of women but always had a desire to see what it would be like to be with men. One night he decided to explore a gay bar on the trip he had heard lots of guys talk about who stumbled in thinking it was just a bar and as the stories go they would quickly leave to find some pussy. Jon decided to go and see what it was all about. He arrived and ordered a coke with lime and sat at a high top table and the first guy who came over was at least 60 years old and he chatted for a minute and put his hand on the boys leg and he moved his hand off his leg and the old guy left. Then an Early 50’s guy came over and chatted him up and bought him another drink. That must have had alcohol in it as the boy smiled and chatted with the older guy soon the 60 year old came back up and put his arm around the 50 year old and that seemed to be too much for the boy and he excused himself and went to the bathroom. I made my move and went to the bathroom also; he was at the stall pissing and I took the one to his right and pulled out my big dick and held it there. He looked and watched as I pissed and then jacked my dick a little and he remained and got rock hard watching me. I tucked my dick back in my pants and said, boy those old guys were all over you. I stood next to him, here I was 6’2 180 37 years old right next to a hot college boy. He was incredibly nervous, and I leaned in and whispered in his earl, you are a good-looking guy. Put your dick back in your pants and meet me in the bar. I want to get to know you! I walked out and he followed me a few minutes later and looked for me and spotted me at a corner booth and come over and I had already ordered him another drink and he sat and introduced himself as Jon and I told him it was nice meeting him but never told him my name. He drank down his drink and soon was slurring his words. Boy, come with me I have someplace I want to show you. The boy followed a little wabbly since he had some g in his drink. I took him into a back room and told him to take off his pants. He tried and I had to help him. I told him to bed over and he followed instructions and as he was holding onto the bench, I lubed his ass and slide in the enema. Piss from guys who partied the night before. The boy moaned as the t started to absorb inside him and I rubbed his back and told him to hold it in. Ten minutes later I decide it was time and took him over to the toilet and let him loose the piss and clean out. I told him how good he did and took him back and had him bend over and we did it all again. By the time I was done he was flying. I cleaned him up with rag and told him to put his pants back on, his once hard dick was a tina dick now. I lead him to the back door, and we left and walked a block and half to a video store, and he followed me in. I got changed and then we headed back to the booths. I went to a both with two glory holes and put some money in and told him to undress and just leave his shoes on. He followed and was soon naked in front of me. I told him to get on his knees, he did, and I began unbuttoning my jeans and soon fished out my big dick and told him to open his mouth. I started to suck, and the kid was awful. It was not long, and a guy stuck his dick through the hole, I pulled him off my cock and turned his head and told him to practice on his dick. Boy you need to learn how to suck dick. I put some poppers under his nose and told him to inhale both the right and the left twice and he opened up and started to suck a 7” medium thickness dick for what looked to be an older guy from the pubes he had some gray hair showing in his bush. Jon bobbed up and down on the guys dick who seemed to be enjoying it and then he started to moan, and I held Jon’s head and knew the guy would soon shoot his load in Jon’s mouth. Not minute later Jon started to choke and gag as the guy came in him I and coxed Jon to swallow boy, just swallow. The guy pulled out and zipped up and Jon looked up at me somewhat embarrassed and I just said good boy. Open your mouth I instructed and then I spit two wads of spit in his mouth and told him to swallow. The other door opened, I rubbed my finger on the hole and this soft but thick dick slide through. There you go boy, I chirped, and he worked his way over on his knees and took the dick in his mouth and began to suck it, I pulled him off twice to feed him poppers and soon the guy on the other side began to grunt and I held Jon’s head and this time he was ready and sucked down the guys load. The guy pulled out and zipped up and I heard the door and Jon looked up and opened his mouth and I spit in it twice. I had him suck my dick and he was greatly improved, and he would get better in time. Then the dick I was waiting for, long had to be 8” but on the thin side but rock yard. He went over without being asked and started sucking it while I got down and lubed up his little pussy. Slide a finger in him and he moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and I held the guys dick as I lined up Jon’s hole and slowly pressed him back on that dick. Jon looked at me like he knew he should not be doing it, but the guy started slowly fucking his ass and Jon immediately started to moan. I put the poppers under his nose, and he huffed, and the guy started hitting the wall slamming his dick into Jon. It must have hurt some since Jon went to pull away some, but I pushed his hips back and said be a good boy and take his dick. Jon did not fight and left his ass up against the wall and five minutes later the guy slammed into him and shot into Jon’s ass. The boys first loads, two down his throat and one up his ass. It was hot to watch. I had him suck three more dicks and take their loads and then told him it was time to go. He hot dressed even as cum dripped out of his hole and followed me out of the booth and I back to my car and he got in and never asked where we were going and I drove him back to my place. We walked in and I told him to get undressed, socks and all. I grabbed the torch and a bowl and told him to watch as I lit it up and slowly inhaled and then leaned down to kiss him and gave him a gunshot. He inhaled and coughed, and I told him I wanted to see him do it. He grabbed the pipe and I lit it and I told him to slowly inhale now. He did and took a huge hit and coughed less this time. Nice boy now do three more hits and I will be right back. I went into my bedroom and pulled up BBRT and searched for buddies and shot off a few emails, sent some text and posted a party. Hot young negative boy looking for loads tonight. No load refused! Took three already! Now, I was not interested in everyone who hit me up for the party but I started to get text back and shoot out invites to my place and had guys use the back door to my house where you could walk right into a mud room and there was a guest room off that. I took Jon to the playroom and set him up on all fours after I had him slip on a jock. One of my bottom fucks left it, it was a little tight on him, but it framed his lily-white ass just right. I unbuckled my pants and got between his legs and spit on his hole and slide my dick in him and he yelped and I tossed him the poppers and told him to use them as his ass started to accommodate my thick 9 inch dick. I fucked him for ten minutes and shot my load in him and pulled out and cleaned up and then grabbed his hands and fastened them to the headboard and slipped a blindfold on him. I got a text a bud was around the corner, so I slipped a rock in his well lubed ass and left him there for my bud to find. My bud came in and knew exactly what to do, I had the door the rest of the house locked and could see the room on video and when guys came in. My buddy is white 6’4 Red hair, 230 pounds all muscle and loves young boy ass. He also has a huge 8” beer can dick. The poor boy is starting out with a huge fucking dick, even bigger thicker than mine. He appeared and immediately started undressing and examined his new little toy. Fingered his ass, one and then two and finally three fingers in him. My buddy went to the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a ball gag and slipped it in the boy’s mouth and fastened it. He then lined up his fat dick at the boys hole and lubed it up and pressed it against the hole that was still tight and slowly slide in as we both heard the boys muffled pleases to stop and scream as his hole gave way. It is always hot to watch my him fuck a newbie, he gets off on the pain he causes and shows little mercy. He re-arranged Jon’s insides for five minute and gave him a break. Jon must have thought it was over, bottoms usually do and then he slides in deep in one quick move and started it all over again. Each time the boy protested less and soon my buddy was long dicking him and said boy you want this load and she shoved it deep in Jon and unloaded as his body shook. Mike always did cum a ton. He pulled out and cleaned up in the bathroom and left passing an older guy late 50’s on the way in. Mike nodded and the older guy tall and skinny with white hair came in and immediately started eating the boys loose cummy hole. Even with the ball gag in you could hear Jon whimper. The old guy who I had never seen said he had a 9” dick but had not pulled it out and just kept eating that loose cum filled hole and then he pulled off and he pulled out a needless syringe and shoved it up the boys hole and shot the content in. He then undressed revealing a long soft dick. He pulled out another syringe and shot it in his dick and it slowly began to rise and thicken and soon he was at full mast. Nice long dick. From the angle it had to be closer to 10 inches. He felt Jon’s entire boy and just slowly fucked him and eventually began to pick up pace. He began to tell Jon he loved slutty young boys. Then he said, you are a pussy boy, a fucking anonymous cum dump pussy boy. A minute or two later the door opened, and this young guy walked in. Tall, thin but average looking. He disclosed in his emails that he was poz in the email to me and he just had not fucked much since being diagnosed a few weeks ago. He asked is the boy was neg and if he cared and I told him that the bottom said all loads and that includes your poz load. He quickly asked for the address and said he would be there in 20 minutes. The older guy started breathing heavy as the young guy stood in the doorway jacking his dick fully clothed. Soon the old man shot his load in Jon and pulled out. When he realized he had an audience he winked at the kid who got up on the bed and slide right inside Jon and began fucking him after unbuckling his belt and pants. The kid must have been pent up because he fucked Jon for eight minutes and shot his first load inside him. His body shook as he unloaded, and he moaned. The old guy said nice as he walked out, and the boy began to kiss Jon all over his back and feel his body. He began to fuck him again and ten minutes later he shot another and then five minutes later another load up his neg ass. He leaned down and kissed his neck and I hard him say, boy you have me deep inside you forever now. I am going to come back tonight and give you more cum and if you are lucky, I may even fist that beautiful ass of yours. He pulled out and slide two fingers in Jon and then three and twisted them around inside him. Nice, the kid said as he pulled out and slapped Jon’s ass and said that they would have fun later. Jon needed a break and a bump so I locked the outside door and went into Jon and gave him a bootie bump and thought how hot it would be for that kid to fist his ass tonight. I decided I would set it up.

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8. Recorded Confessions There was a second knock. Not too hard. "Fuck," James muttered. "Who is it?" "My friend. Tim. He said he would be over." James had climbed off of Fabien and was trying to find his clothes. "Wait," Fabien said, putting a hand on James's ass. "He's fucked you, right?" "Yeah," he said. "But, I don't want him to see me. I mean, like this." "I think he'll figure out. Does he know you got raped?" "No. Not the details." There was another knock. "Just get it," Fabien said. "I don't mind." He grabbed the pipe and torch, and started a hit. James stared, but Fabien just smiled. "Get the door." Stark naked, James went to the door, and checked the peephole. It was Tim. He had come from the office; he was wearing a jacket and tie. He seemed together and with-it; it was everything that James was not. James didn't want Tim to see him like this. He didn't want to be so broken. James forced himself to unlatch the lock. There was a slight draft from the door and it gave him goosebumps. He was naked, high, and terribly horny. He wanted to feel Tim's beard eating out his hole. It would feel good. It would remind him of how well Tim had taken care of him. He opened the door. Tim checked the tweaked boy out, noticing James's empty, dilated eyes and tiny, soft dick. Behind James, there was the unmistakable clouds of crystal, and he could see the faint blue light of the torch. "Come in," James finally said. "Sure," James said. He stepped inside. Fabien was lying on the bed, his legs spread and cock stiff. He was had just exhaled the hit, and the cloud had covered his head. "This..This is Fabien," James said. "This is Tim," he said to Fabien. "Nice to meet you," Fabien said. "Want to join us?" Fabien asked, offering the pipe and torch to Tim. "Sure," he said. He carefully stepped out of his shoes by the front door, took off his tie and carefully hung up his jacket. When he sat down on the side of the bed, he undid his cuff links and put them in his shirt pocket. He took the pipe from Fabien. It was still smoking, and Tim didn't even need to re-heat the bowl to get a full hit. "How you doing, boy?" Tim asked James, as he exhaled his first hit. It had barely been twenty-four hours since he had last smoked crystal, but it felt like it had been an eternity. "Tiago said it was a hard night." "Yeah," James said. "It was..." He tried to find the right words, but it didn't know what he wanted to say. He didn't want to appear weak and helpless in front of the Tim. But he also needed the man, his man, to understand how he was barely keeping it together. "A lot," he finally decided. He felt awkward, still naked in front of Tim. "Intense." "It's good," Tim said. "You're with friends. You can share yourself freely." "Yeah, Fabien said. Tim took the lighter from the black man, and heated the bowl of the pipe. "Dr. T told you it was good to talk about it." Tim nodded in agreement, but he was too focused on the pipe in front of him to speak. "I bet Tim would enjoy some of the stories you told me." Tim nodded again, still sucking down a massive hit from the pipe. Finally, he motioned James to come closer. James knew what was going to happen next. He got down on his knees in front of Tim. Tim pressed his lips against James's mouth, and exhaled. The young man managed to catch only about half the cloud; the rest spilled out over the two men. "I'd love for you to tell me," Tim finally said, as James exhaled the rest of the hit. "It's hard," James said. Tim smiled, but also started to take another long drag on the pipe. "I get scared when I try to think about it." "Facing your fears is good," Tim said. Only the smallest bit of the cloud escaped, and he returned to the pipe. "He's told me a lot already," Fabien said. "Fucking hot stories about him getting raped." "Raped?" Tim asked. He pulled the pipe from his mouth, and paused for a moment, savoring the feel of the drug in his lungs, and the slow release from his day to day inhibitions. Tiago had told him how James had cried "rape," and the how much sperm there had been in his rectum. Tim wanted to get back inside the boy, and breed him again. But rather than saying anything, he just savored the view, a hot, furry, tweaked out otter boy, and the feeling of possibility of the crystal. He watched James carefully, and reveled in his growing anxiety. James hated how Tim was watching him. He remembered how good it had been to call him Daddy. How safe, and protected he felt when he had been with Tim. He wondered how Tim would react to the story. How helpless and scared and worthless he had felt. He wanted a daddy. Someone who could tell him everything would be all right. "I asked him to stop," James said. "And he laughed." He was shaking. The memory was right there again. How it had hurt with each stroke. How terrifying the laugh was when he had said no. James looked down, and felt the tears well up in his eyes. Tim put down the pipe and torch, and reached in to his pocket. He pulled out a cell phone, and handed it to Fabien. "Let's get this recorded for posterity," he said. Fabien took the phone, and taped on the screen, before holding it back up to Tim. "Got it," Fabien said. "What was happening," Tim asked Fabien. "When he laughed?" "He was fucking me," James said. "It hurt. When he pushed it into me." Tim just smiled at him, and unbuttoned his shirt. James tried not to stare at the dark hair across Tim's chest. He looked down at his feet. "He had tied me up. And blindfolded me." "Anything else?" Tim asked. He took off his shirt, folding it carefully and putting it out of the way. He took the pipe and torch, and heated the bowl. "Well," James stammered. "I was...well..." "Go head," Tim said, and stuck the pipe in his mouth. Fabien was capturing the entire scene, James struggling to recount his rape, and Tim calmly smoking from the glass pipe. "We had smoked a bit. Crystal, you know." Tim nodded, but stayed focused on his hit. "I didn't expect it would go that far. It hurt. But he said no." Tim motioned for James to get back down on his knees, between his now-open legs. James hesitated, then slowly knelt down. Tim kissed him, exhaling the thick cloud into James's lungs. "I want you to hold it as long as you can," Tim said. James nodded, keeping his lips tightly sealed. As the boy marinated in the dense fog of crystal, Tim leaned back and pulled off his belt. "You were tied up?" James nodded in agreement, his eyes wide and blank under the influence of the drugs. Tim stood up, and undid his trousers. Only after he had stepped out of his dress pants did Tim finally nod at James. The boy exhaled, and stared at Tim. Under the buttoned-down exterior, he was wearing a white jockstrap. The straps framed his muscular ass, and his fat cock was straining against the pouch. "Come here boy," Tim said, as he sat back down, and pulled James close. The two men kissed. "It's going to be OK, boy." Fabien climbed off the bed to get a better shot of the two men kissing each other. "Now. Tell me about how he tied you up." "He tied my arms to the bedposts," James said. He was shaking, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Tim's dark brown eyes, already showing the vacant depth of crystal. "And then he tied my legs to the headboard. I was so exposed," James continued. He was starting to sob again. "I couldn't stop him." "It's going to be good, boy," Tim said. "Your ass was on display for him, huh?" James nodded. A tear fell off his cheek onto Tim's hairy leg. "Show it to me. Show Daddy you ass." James stood up and turned around. "Come on boy. You can do better for Daddy. Spread those legs." James spread his legs. "More, boy." James spread them wider, struggling to keep his balance. "More." James spread even further. His cock and balls hung down limply, and his ass was on display. "Now. Bend over." James forced himself to bend over. "He made me do this too," he finally managed to say. "Everybody was watching me." He had been blindfolded. But he could hear the grunts and moans of the men, all waiting their turn to fuck him. "Everybody, boy?" Tim asked. "How many men fucked you last night?" "I...I...I don't know," James finally managed to stammer. He hated the reminder. Blindfolded and high, the night had been a painful, humiliating blur. "He invited his friends over." "Do you even know how many there were?" James's body shook as he no longer even tried to hide his crying. "I don't know. I didn't know it would be like that." "Did they cum in you?" Tim asked. Before James could answer, Fabien chimed in. "Fuck yeah. They definitely came in him. You should have seen him earlier. Practically dripping out of him." "But you held it in, didn't you, boy?" Tim asked. "You kept their loads like a good boy, right?" "I didn't have any other option," James said. "I couldn't say no." "Of course not, boy. You can't say no to cock, can you?" "It wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want all of them." Tim just nodded, and took the pipe. He heated the bowl, and inhaled deeply. He didn't say a word, and let the silence make James talk. "I just. I tried to say no. But they just laughed." He was crying again; Tim's dick was starting to drip pre-cum. "Did you ask them to use a condom, boy?" Tim asked. He leaned in and kissed Fabien, exhaling the hit into the black man's mouth. Fabien managed to both take the hit and capture it all on the phone. "Or did you let them fuck you raw?" "I didn't have a choice," James said. "They just fucked me." "Of course they did, boy." Tim's tone made it clear he didn't believe the boy, only increasing the boy's distress. "How did you feel? When they were fucking you." "Helpless. Scared." Tim lit the torch again. Fabien shifted to record him smoking the glass pipe and enjoying the thick clouds of methamphetamine. James was struggling to keep himself composed. "I felt violated. And utterly worthless." "Come here, boy," Tim said. Once more, he passed the cloud to Fabien. All three men were flying now and their minds were lost in the thick layer of pleasure that the crystal had wrapped around them. James stood up and turned around. He knelt down in front of Tim, his face level with the other man's. James's face was wet with his tears. "Damn," Fabien said, leaning in to get a better view of James's bloodshot eyes. "You're completely fucked up." "He's a fucked-up boy, yes," Tim said. "But he's not a worthless boy. Not at all." He put the glass pipe in James's mouth. "Now, be a good boy and suck on the pipe for Daddy." James inhaled, slowly and deeply, letting his lungs fill up. Once he knew the bowl was hot and smoking, James looked up. Tim was staring at him, smiling. He didn't think he deserved the attention from Tim. He had let unknown strangers fuck him and even cum in him. Fabien was still sitting next to Tim, although his face was hidden behind the camera. "Fucked up guy," Fabien muttered. "Look at those eyes." James couldn't see them, but he already knew that he had done too much. He needed to get control again, and it was going to be hard with the two men there. "Fucking hot." "He's a very hot boy. And a very good boy," Tim said. "Good boys love to suck on the pipe, don't they, boy?" James nodded. Conrad had given him several hits from the pipe. Finally, James slowed down. Tim took the hot pipe from James's mouth. "Hold that hit for Daddy. OK, boy?" James nodded, and Tim took a quick hit from the pipe. He held it for a moment, just prolonging James's agony. Then he exhaled. "Suck Daddy's dick," he said. He put his free hand on the back of James's head, and guided it down to his thick, stiff cock. "Swallow it," Tim grunted. "Swallow Daddy's dick." James resisted a bit, but eventually realized it was futile. He opened his mouth, and let Tim guide him down onto the thick shaft. James remembered how it had been the same with Conrad. He wanted out. He didn't want to do it again. He struggled under Tim's hand, but Tim was easily able to overpower him. "Just relax, boy," Tim said. "Let Daddy feel your throat." He pushed James's head further down his cock. Just like the night before it was warm and wet. "Make Daddy feel good. You know how to do it, boy." He let go of James's head. The boy made no effort to pull off this time. He took the torch, and started another hit. This time it was going to be a long, big hit. Tim was luxuriating in the pleasure of tweaked-out blow job, and didn't want it to stop. James was struggling. Tim's cockhead was lodged at the back of his mouth. He knew what he needed to do, and he hated himself all the more. But the crystal still in his lungs was making him do bad things. He exhaled. The thick cloud was the tip-off for Tim. He pushed his hips up, forcing his dick right into James's throat. "Look at that," Fabien moaned. He was on the floor right next to James, the phone camera trained on the unfolding blow job. "Taking it all the way down." He stared as James nearly swallowed the entire length of Tim's cock. James whimpered, his glassy eyes locked onto Tim. The man didn't even acknowledged him. Instead Tim's attention was focused on the pipe. He finally put down the torch, but sucked the very last of the clouds out before putting down the pipe as well. James continued to suck on his cock, struggling not to gag as he choked on the thick tool. Tim replaced his hand on the back of James's head. He held the young man down, forcing him to swallow nearly all nine inches of his cock. Finally, he turned to Fabien. "You fucking getting this?" he grunted, careful not to lose any of the cloud. "Cocksucker has the entire thing in his throat." "Hell yeah," Fabien grunted. He was holding the phone in one hand, and slowly stroking his dick with the other. "Uggggh," James grunted. He was choking on Tim's cock. It felt amazing to Tim, the muscles massaging his shaft. Suddenly, Tim pulled James of his cock, and pressed his lips against James's. He filled James's lungs with the thick cloud, and even had enough to blow right at Fabien and the camera. "Fucking good boy," he said, before giving James a long, deep kiss, while making sure the boy didn't try to exhale the hit. Tim had plans for the boy, and were going to be much easier if he was at the very edge of his tolerances. James knew he was too far gone to make good decisions. He was scared of what he was going to do. But he also wanted Tim badly. The man had been good to him. Tim broke off the kiss; as James opened his eyes, he saw the bearded man smile at him. James exhaled. "Fuck me," he said. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me."

teasing my hole tonight as i edge..... wanna finish the night off with anon dna in my neg jock hole.

Not a hole. Several holes.

Not an American and given the way your country is run, I'm very glad of this fact (not saying i'm anti-American, but I do not agree with many aspects of how your country is governed/controlled). I can understand why in 2016 people wanted to have a 'protest vote' against the status quo of typical politicans, but I cannot understand how even if you wanted a protest vote in 2016 you can look at Trump and think that he is a capable, inspirational or endearing choice of leader. You don't have to be a good politician to be a good leader, but I have not seen anything from Trump that I consider to be respectful, capable or insightful from him. The way he degrades people who aren't straight, white, evangelical men is greatly troubling and especially. More than anything his rise of 'fake news' and the dissolution of fact checking makes me very worried about the future of your country. Either way, November is not going to be a quiet month for you guys.

I strongly believe that any LGBTQI2S+ person that supports Trump is acting against their own interest, as well as the interest of the whole country. Trump is a bigot. Trump is a terrible leader. Trump is corrupt. Trump is a fascist. We have an obligation to oppose Trump and to shame his supporters.

Tonight in Hampstead Heath

PART TWO... ((NOTE. NO SEX PRESENT IN CHAPTER)) By the time the sun rose that Friday morning, Ian had already been up for hours. Why? Packing, of course! Everything needed to be organized, put away, checked, and double checked. That way they'd be certain to bring all the necessities. “Ugh...” Kace groaned, waking to the sound of zippers and buckles. The first thing he saw opening his crusty eyes was not one, not two, but three suitcases packed to their limits. Kace didn't even know they had enough stuff to fill three suitcases in the first place! Now it was his turn to be the baffled one. “What the... What are you doing?” “Packing.” “For what? A trip to Mars?” “Might as well be.” “Dude, we're gonna be gone what? Two days? And I'm pretty sure Jon will provide clothes for the shoot!” Kace laughed, laugh turning to an awkward chuckle as his groggy brain remembered the nature of today's job. “I know. That's what I'm afraid of.” “Look, Ian,” Kace said, blanket falling and exposing his bare chest as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You really don't have to do this. Jon's a chill guy. I'm sure if you call and say-” “And we really need 2000 dollars. As long as you're there, I can handle it. Now,” Ian continued, changing the subject to something that didn't make him want to crawl out of his skin. “Which do you think will stand up to the chlorine better? Trunks or my wetsuit?” Kace smirked. “Speedo.” “Christ, what is it with you and your Speedo obsession?” “What? Professional swimmers wear them, so they must be good with chlorine! Just trying to be helpful!” “Right,” Ian gave his boyfriend an eye roll and a smile, tucking the wetsuit into one of the seemingly endless compartments. “I'm going to warm up the car. See you outside.” “I-I'm not even awake yet man!” “Then,” Ian said, never losing that smug little smile. “You'd better go get dressed.” Though Kace griped, 'warming up the car' gave him a good half hour to change, (not) comb his hair, inhale a toaster strudel made of real 'food byproduct' and get out the door with enough time to forget his sunglasses twice on the way! Rumour had it the vehicle was once a Chevrolet, but Frankencar there had so many parts replaced that the only ones who knew for sure what it once was were it and God. And, well, let's just say it started about as well you'd expect from an auto nicknamed 'Frankencar.' As fate would have it for our dear Kace, the only clothes not buried in a suitcase somewhere was a tight-fitting orange t-shirt and beige running shorts that did little to protect whatever trace of modesty was left in the man. Kace had a sneaking suspicion this wasn't an accident. Ian's suitcase still lay on the bed. And his Speedo was still in the closet. So our brown-haired friend did what any responsible boyfriend would do: swapped the unsuited wetsuit for a more, ahem, 'fitting' piece. Just because he didn't want the pool chemicals to ruin the former's delicate fabric. Yes. That was certainly his only motive. After some key turning, break pedalling, too many 'Pull ze switch, Igor!' jokes, a few prayers and a good thrashing, Frankencar was finally on the move, going down a few familiar morning streets before turning off in the direction of the highway. However, the shoot wasn't until three. In the afternoon. So why then had the pair set off at the crack of dawn? Officially, to settle into the BnB, but the real reason was so- “Now you have no excuse to speed.” Kace grumbled. “Because we have all day to get there,” Ian gently taunted, though it came from a place of concern. “That didn't mean we had to go at this ungodly hour.” “This 'ungodly hour' is eight o'clock Kace. Besides, last time we left at noon, and you still found a reason to go eighty in a seventy zone.” “A good reason!” “You're really not helping your cause here man. It's just-” “27 percent of car accident fatalities in the year 2017 were caused by speeding. I know. It's only the fiftieth time you've told me.” “I'm sorry, I'm-” “The reason I'm not dead yet?” Kace laughed, shooting Ian a sideways smile. “Look dude, I get it. I'm glad you're watching out for my daredevil ass. I'm touched. In all the right places.” He winked, sucking air through his teeth. “Kace!” “Worrywart,” He said, tone making what would be an insult sound like the most loving pet name in the world. As expected, the 'settling in' took a grand total of 45 minutes, leaving the couple with an entire five hours and fifteen minutes of diddly squat. Under other circumstances, they would've chilled at the BnB for a while, watching TV and perhaps engaging in 'other' activities. But does a shy young man going to an erotic softcore photoshoot sound normal to you? I think not. To Ian, this was like ripping off a bandage: you got to do it all at once. And every second spent in those 400 square feet of pressed bedsheets and generic paintings was like peeling it off one hair at a time. The studio was only a stone's throw away. Jonathan would be there by now, hell, with how seriously he took the job he'd probably stayed the previous night prepping. Ian was fearing the unknown, so if he got there, took a walk around the set, and had a quick chat with Jonathan, there would be no more unknown. He wanted to be prepared BEFORE he had to deal with someone else, namely the other model. The exterior itself was nondescript. Had it not been for the J&B's Studio sign in the window (the 'io' burnt out, a sign of disrepair to the average passerby but a wink and a nod for those in the know) J&B's 'Stud' could've been anything from a paper clip factory to a mafia gambling house. The inside on the other hand.... The first floor was equally nondescript, a few run-of-the-mill landscape photos tacked onto grey walls, a small waiting room stocked full of 15-year-old Reader's Digests and a water cooler which looked like it had seen better days. In the background of the drabness was a small desk, sat behind it an even smaller woman, the click-clack of her keyboard making perfect mood music for the scene. Whatever she was working on (if she was working at all) it commanded her attention to a point that she failed to notice the two attractive new arrivals standing awkwardly by her desk. Ian wasn't the type for these sorts of interactions. In fact, he'd rather hold hands with a cactus than handle such situations. Kace, on the other hand... “Excuse me?” No response. “Excuse me?” He said again, lightly rapping the wood with his knuckles. “Kace, don't-” “How can I help you?” “See?” Kace whispered, nudging Ian before turning back to the woman, who looked the Merriam-Webster definition of bored. “Ah yes, we're here for the shoot.” The woman stared at him. Either she was expecting him to continue, or she'd just fallen into a vegetative state. “With?” “Jonathan.” It was as though a switch had been flicked. In an instant, dull green eyes turned to sparkling emeralds, a previously bored face etched with equal parts professionalism and intrigue. Even her hair seemed to perk up somehow, small curly-fry ringlets visible under the mountains of frizz. “Ah, yes! Your name?” “I'm-” But the woman cut him off before he could finish. “Ian?” “How did you-” “Only two names down here kid. And, well...” “Well what?” Kace asked, tone bordering on irritation. She giggled. “You don't exactly look like a DeMarquis!” “DeMarquis? Oh, uhm, that's the other guy, right?” “So I hear! Elevator to the third floor, second door on the right! Have a nice day!” “Thanks...” Kace replied, finding the woman's odd demeanour change a touch offputting. “You too...” He wanted nothing more than to climb into the tiny silver box and slam the doors shut. It was only when he got into the elevator that Kace remembered his claustrophobia. “Yeesh. This is some James Bond movie shit, man,” He stammered, scratching the back of his neck. Of course, Ian saw right through this flimsy attempt to conceal obvious fear. And that's why Ian knew he needed to play along with it. The only thing Kace hated more than tiny spaces and snakes was for others to view him as a coward. “It's not that bad-” DING! With a dramatic SWOOSH! The elevator slid open, revealing what looked more like the backstage of a high-budget television show than an out-of-the-way studio stationed smack-dab in the middle of Nowheresville. The floor was black, a red carpet running through the centre, splitting off like a serpent's forked tongue in two separate directions at the end of the hall. Where it went from there, however, was irrelevant, for door three lay only a few yards from where the elevator let off. And if door three was that close, and the corridor so long, the men could only imagine how many rooms the so-called lackluster building truly held. As if to top it all off, on the walls ran a line of lightbulbs, all pointed sideways in a manner one would expect on a fashion runway. “You were saying?” Kace laughed, more from relief of escaping the elevator than at his own witty retort. “Okay. Point taken. But I'd still say it's more Ms. Peel than Bond.” “Who?” “Don't you watch TV?” “Yea, just not stuff that's older than friggin Jonathan.” “How did you know-” “Because I know you. Like the...” Kace said, putting his hand atop Ian's. “-Like the back of your hand.” Having reached their door, the couple stood like this for a moment, silent, with fingers interlocked. But they couldn't wait forever. Kace squeezed Ian's hand, turning to him with a gentle, encouraging smile. “You ready?” “As I'll ever be.” Together, they gripped the doorknob. Inside was.... Well, it was a whole new world. A sort of pocket galaxy, really. Gone were the glitzy lights and red carpet, replaced instead by moose heads and tartan area rugs. A fireplace in the corner, an earthy green couch in the middle, hell, even a bar fully equipped with prop drinks! Save for the light stands scattered about, orange tape markers on the floor, and the door still open to the universe beyond, one could've easily mistaken it for an honest-to-goodness log cabin! “WOAH!” Both men said in unison. “All the work I put into this one, 'woah' is damned right!” A disembodied voice spoke. A second later, and the 'embodied' part revealed itself, popping up from under the bar counter holding a brush and dustpan. It was short, grey-haired, with light stubble defining its most notable feature: a shit-eating grin. “Jonathan! Good to see you again!” Ian said, giving the older man an impressed nod. Though he might not have been too keen on the idea of a more erotic shoot, Jonathan had been nothing but amicable in all the time they'd known each other. But not too 'amicable' in the sense that while his language was friendly, if somewhat unfiltered, his actions never strayed from the realm of complete professionalism. “Hey Jon. Looking older than ever!” “And I see the steroids have done you wonders!” The 'old' man laughed, the two doing their typical insult exchange ending with a firm pat on the shoulder from Jonathan. Though Kace had never been to the studio himself, naturally he wanted to know what the man who Ian would be stripping to Speedos for was like. Honestly, had it been anyone else except the old pro, Kace probably wouldn't have been as comfortable with his boyfriend participating in such a line of work. “Sorry we're early... I just wanted to get a feel of the place before, well...” “Ah, don't worry about it! Ida already paged me.” “Ida?” Ian asked. “My front desk lady. You know, about yay-high, creepy as all get out...” “Yea,” Kace snorted, face a sideways smile. “I think I know the one.” “You ain't seen half of it yet! Besides,” Jonathan continued, returning his attention to Ian. “You're not even the first here!” “What?” “Yep.” “YAHH!” Ian yelped, startled at the sudden presence of a third party. How had... Whoever this was, make it in so quietly? Ian turned to look and it... Made even less sense. The man was tall, like six-foot basketball player tall, though that was where his similarities to athletes of that sport ended. For one thing, he was a far cry from their beanpole build, looking to be 200 pounds easy, bulky, but in the fit sort of way, muscles clearly visible under the initial layer of fat. Kace was a decently built man in his own right, but he looked to this guy how Ian compared to him. The image was almost comical... Almost. Yet, there was an undercurrent of something different, something.... Erotic? He most definitely looked like a DeMarquis. Those being the case, try to picture the full extent of the contrast between itsy-bitsy Ian and the behemoth towering over him? Pretty difficult, right? I mean, it's not something you see very often. Which is why somebody was handing over the big bucks to get said picture(s). The man didn't even react to Ian's outburst. It was as if he was used to this sort of thing. Instead, he shut the door (closing the last window to the world beyond the cabin), and, with a warm smile, strode past the small group of men to the bar. Well, it was less like he strode past and more like he strode... Through. He had one destination and was headed straight there, no detours. So, if someone was in his way, they'd simply have to step aside. That 'someone' in this case, happened to be, well, Kace. Like Ian, the man was also surprised. For a very different reason, however. You see, he'd done shoots like this before, for other companies. Usually the so-called 'twink' turned out to be a dude teetering on middle age who was scrawny, but in all the wrong places. This little guy on the other hand, why, he was practically cherubic! It wasn't until he was behind the bar, fixing up a drink of what was surely prop liquor that somebody finally spoke. Funnily enough, it was Ian, out of all people. “So,” He asked, a polite attempt at an icebreaker in an otherwise awkward situation. “What's that?” “Raspberry Mojito,” DeMarquis replied, never glancing up from his drink. If he might get too distracted by his shootmate and get the soda-to-alcohol ratio all wrong! “No, no, I mean, I know that's what it is for the shoot and stuff,” Ian said. A bold-faced lie, the man couldn't tell the difference between margarita and moonshine, but that wasn't the focus of his question. “I mean, what's it actually made of? I've seen grape soda used for wine, and apple juice for whisky, but I'm stumped on this one.” This time, the lumbering fellow's eyes shot up from the glass instantly, a toothy grin spreading across his face just as fast. It sounded to him like the boy was angling for a drink. That couldn't have been farther from the truth. But, he had no way to know that. “Why don't you come see for yourself, kid?” Jonathan's posture adjusted ever-so-slightly, as if he were about to call out or interrupt something. One look from DeMarquis, and he thought better of it, Ian never noticing as he went to join the forty-something by the bar. But Kace... Kace did. The drink smelt sweet, with a bite lingering beneath that Ian couldn't quite place (only serving to pique his curiosity further). “Cheers,” DeMarquis said, raising his glass as Ian automatically mimicked him, doing the same. The taste... It tasted how it smelt, only with all the little details filled in. The sweetness, that was raspberry and lime, with just a hint of mint. It popped and fizzed, typical of carbonation, and it burned on the way down. Only... It burned a little too much. Almost like... “Woah! Is... Is this real?” Nobody needed to say a word for the question to be answered. Within seconds, Ian felt the blood rush to his head. He didn't need to look to know that his cheeks had flushed, taking what few years he had off his face. Suddenly, he looked less like a young man, and more like a little boy just come in from the snow. “Hey!” Kace said, rushing to his boyfriend's side. “You good, man?” “Relax. Believe it or not, I'm a big boy.” Normally, that would've been enough of an answer. Kace trusted Ian. But now, a third variable had entered the equation, a variable he found himself growing warier of by the second. “Dude, you don't even like booze.” “I know,” Ian said, falling to a whisper. “But I just met this guy, and he made me one little drink. I don't want to be rude.” 'Yea, you just met this guy, and he made you a drink,' Is what Ian wanted to say. Instead, he, against his gut instinct, took the more rational response. “Alright, just... Be careful, okay?” “Kace. You get pissed off when I make you double check to make sure the door is locked. I really don't think I'm the one you need to talk to about being careful.” “Heh. How does it feel having the shoe on the other foot?” Kace laughed. Normally, most of their conflicts resolved with a bad joke or one-liner. Yet, when laughter turned to awkward chuckles, and awkward chuckles turned to sighs, things still didn't feel quite as they should've been. Still, Ian was right. He was an adult. He could handle himself. There was only one more question Kace needed to ask before switching his attention to Jonathan. He looked up at DeMarquis (something he wasn't used to, given Ian's short stature), asking the exact same question that he'd just asked his boyfriend. “You good, man?” Though not a word differed, the tone of voice told the men all they needed to know. Well, three out of the four men. The fourth man, Ian, was too busy sipping away his first ever Raspberry Mojito. Had he had any prior, he'd've known his 'little' drink far exceeded the typical serving size for such a beverage. But, as mentioned earlier, the man was practically a virgin when it came to liquid courage. “Uh, yea. Sorry, if I'd known your friend wasn't a drinker, I-” “Boyfriend,” Kace corrected. “-Boyfriend wasn't a drinker, I woulda made him something different.” Kace analyzed DeMarquis's words syllable by syllable, scanning for any hint of a fib. In the end, he decided that it really had been an accident... However, Kace had his doubts as to how much the man regretted it. “Uh... Huh..” Kace nodded, turning and walking (storming, actually), over to Jonathan. He had some explaining to do! “Jon?” He said, voice hushed and tensed. “What?” “I think you know what.” “The drinks?” “No, the lighting! Yes, of course the drinks! Why does a STAGED shoot have REAL drinks?” “Erm...” Jonathan squirmed, making every effort to avoid eye contact as he replied. “It was... On request of the client. Real alcohol, or no dice. They insisted I make it 'as authentic as possible.'” Kace grumbled, the deep, begrudging sound of acquiescence far from the playful gripes he directed towards Ian on a daily basis. “Fine. Okay. But can we at least wait until the actual shoot before whipping the crap out?” He said, gesturing to Ian and DeMarquis, currently laughing about something over what remained of their Raspberry Mojitos. Lips pursed, Jonathan nodded. “Alright, let's get this show on the road! Dressing room is just down the hall, both your costumes should be there. If they aren't, tell me and I'll go yell at Ida.” Something about that sentence bothered Kace, though it wasn't until the two had long since disappeared that he realized what. 'Dressing room.' In the singular.

Last week I had my second and final Tucson layover for the month and at least through the end of October. The multi load daddy top from my last trip wanted to meet up again, and hopefully find some others to share my hole with. I went looking on the fuck sites and apps a week prior to my arrival, and found about 6 guys that were willing, schedules permitting. But on the day of my arrival, I only had confirmation of the daddy top, and one other hung top from BBRT. I checked in around 1:45pm, started to get my hole ready, and went cruising for others to join at 6pm. As 6:00 was approaching, I found 2 random guys online and daddy top messaged to say he was bringing someone with him. Hung top was the first to arrive. We got naked and kissed a bit before I started sucking him. He was a solid 8.5" and had a hefty girth to him. During the oral warmup, one of the random guys came in. This random guy was the first to fuck me. He barely said a word, but got me on on my back as hung top stood behind him and worked his nips and I think played with his ass. As random #1 was fucking me, random #2 came in. Random #1 spent about 10 minutes fucking before he blew his load. He started to get dressed and by then random #2 had starting to fuck me doggy on the edge of the bed. Hung top just watched and stroked as #2 fucked me for a few minutes and blew his load. He also didn't hang around, cleaned up and got dressed right away. With 2 loads in me, it was time for hung top to slide in. Man, did his dick ever fill me up and then some. We had a nice and easy rhythm going when daddy top and his bud arrived. He was late (his bud was late) and missed seeing the 2 others breed me, which he was bummed about. Hung top pulled out and let daddy top's bud at my hole. He also didn't say much and I got the impression he was a little pressed for time. He was average and fucked me, with the other 2 cheering him on. As the bud was fucking me, I got my first taste of daddy top's dick. I love his dick. THICK and 7.5", it's a perfect size to hard pound for an extended period of time. In maybe 10 minutes, the bud had dumped a load and was getting cleaned up to leave. Daddy top now got down to felch some of what was in my ass. He moaned and groaned as he ate my hole, and then came up to kiss and feed me some of the cum. Holy shit, this hot guy sharing the loads he sucked out of my ass was so HOT! As we were making out, he slid in my hole and gave me a quick load. Which, of course, he felched and shared with me. Now it was hung top's turn again. He got me on my stomach and started to pound me good and hard. Daddy top was being pretty verbal, watching and letting me suck his dick as this was happening. They traded positions again and as daddy top was fucking me again, hung top pulled out of my mouth to watch daddy's dick pounding me. As it turned out, hung top got turned on and came on daddy's dick as he was fucking me. So daddy fucked that load into me, rolled me on my back, and gave me his second load. The three of us chatted for a little bit, and hung top decided it was time to head out. The 2 tops exchanged numbers and will try to get together and tag a bottom sometime. Now it was just me and daddy top left. Over the next 90 minutes or so, I got 3 more loads from him, totaling 5. Just from him. He'd give me a load and we'd make out for a while, then repeat. I'm sad this will be my last Tucson layover for a while, I'm hoping for more in November. But he was also receptive to meeting up in Phoenix for some weekend play time. And I'll definitely be doing that ASAP. I have a couple of decent layovers in October, so I might be able to find some dick someplace. Fingers crossed.

I love for my boys to do ATM--and not just after the fuck. My padded fuck bench is set up so I can circle it easily. Fuck him, have him clean me up, fuck him some more...on and on. If there are three of us playing, then both holes can be used easily and we keep rotating around the lucky bottom.

It helped that he's a pathological liar who pretends to be a billionaire successful businessman when in reality he's a bankrupt carnival barker who couldn't get even a basic security clearance with his financials if he weren't president.

Was visiting Fire Island for the weekend. A guy hit me up on BBRT but neither of us could host. He suggested a secluded spot near the beach and since it was late at night we’d have the cover of dark. I figured we wouldn’t have much time so I prelubed my hole and made my way to where we were to meet. He was a little shorter than me, heavyset and with an average but thick cock. I took off my shorts, bent over, placed the poppers under my nose, and took a deep breath. He pushed into my hole easily and slammed balls deep into my hole. He didn’t last long as he soon was dumping his load into my hungry hole. He left me there while I tried to put my shorts back. I started to walk back to the place I was staying as his cum began to leak out of my hole. My head was still swimming from the poppers and my hole craved more cum. I looked at my phone and noticed a message on scruff. He was looking for a hole to fill. He couldn’t host either, but suggested his backyard. He asked if I was ready for him and replied saying I had a fresh load already in my hole. I got to his place and he led me around back. He was taller and slim, and while he had a bigger cock it was slightly slimmer than the other guy. I took off my shorts, lubed up his cock and then bent over an outdoor bench. He pulled out his poppers and I pulled out mine. A feeling of warmth flowed through me as he entered my cum slick hole. He pounded my hole good, working the first load deeper into my hole. I lost track of how long he fucked me, but my legs were beginning to cramp and tire out. We both took more hits off our poppers and with renewed passion and vigor he fucked my hole while I pushed back in his cock. He grabbed my hips and shot his load deep in my hole. Knowing that I had earned his cum, I grabbed my cock and shot my cum all over the ground while he fucked his load deeper into me. Both men complimented my hole, wanting to breed me in the future. Here’s hoping.

Totally agreed. I don’t understand the people who feel because PreP makes their sex life worse. PreP means for me freedom. I can live my life without limits. Being barebacker is the essence of my sexuality. Without PreP, I would have to choose between having sex with condome or barebacking with continuously fear from HIV. However, if someone feel the opposite, they can leave PreP, especially if they don’t mind becoming sick.

Mine was from fooling around with my best friend when we were like 10-12. We would fuk, and me being a dumbass 10yo thought to cum it was just like peeing, so I pissed in my friend's ass..much to his dismay. lol He didn't like it because he kept leaking after were done playing. I never tried that again.. but he got his revenge. We entered Jr high school when we were 11 and 12, me being the oldest. We had to do the dreaded PE class thing..It was mandatory that you had to shower after. That first time with 50 other preteen boys playing nude in the showers, well steve came up behind me and started pissing all over my backside. I never even realized it at first until i noticed that others boys were looking and laughing at me, and just as i turned around an opened my mouth to yell at him, I got the full stream. I started spitting and gaging and ran to shower nozzle wash my mouth out.. it was probably more for show than anything because as soon as it hit my mouth, about every kid went 'Ewww'! and resumed laffing. I've always had a thing about being pissed on ever since..haven't ever shared it with anyone, but been many times that I get in the bath and let er rip!

I've been a top all my life, and always enjoyed unloading in a white ass.. Also, loved seeing a white boy take a BBC at the vid store. But lately, no action for me, and getting a little depressed. And reading all these tales on here, making me horny and craving a load in my ass Toxic loaded stories, making me cum reading them... so last weekend, I set out to the xxx store.. heard it is open again, and that they are letting Black guys come for free ( some homeless that are basically living there when they need to) When I get there, it's after midnight, and after a quick walk thru - i notice the rooms are indeed full of Black guys - at least ten of them there.. mostly older, some slim, some muscular, some on the heavy side. I make some eye contact with some and head to the back room, where there is a couch and porn playing. The room is well lit, which I like because I like to see what's going on. As i enter the room, i turn and two Black men are already standing at the doorway to block my path if I planned to turn around and leave. I had no intention of that. Instead, I took off my sneakers, dropped my shorts and took off my shirt . Totally naked i sat down on the couch and waved them towards me. I started sucking their cocks, back and forth. One maybe 45 years old, around 6 foot, 220 pounds and a thick uncut dark piece of meat. The other guy, maybe 6 foot 3, 175, slim but muscular, with a long 9 inch uncut cock. As I sucked, one of them would occasionally smack my face, and both got a little verbal, calling me names. I noticed three others near the entrance of the room , all stroking their cocks. They moved into the room, to get a better view, and also to offer me their meat. Now I had five Black cocks, I was sucking.. Licking their balls, and even an occasional ass hole. Whatever they wanted I was willing to do. Finally one of them took me and bent me over the couch, First licking my ass, and then forcefully fingering my hole. I started to tell him to go easy, but then i stopped. Let him use my ass any way he wanted. As he worked my ass over with his finger, another Black guy stuck his cock in my mouth. so now I had action at both ends. It wasn't easy sucking that cock as the other guy worked over my ass but i did my best. As he started to push his thick cock into my ass, it got even more difficult. Tight as I was, he managed to slowly push it thru and fuck my ass. Other guys eagerly cheered him on. Telling him to breed my white faggot ass. Then I heard the guy fucking me say out loud, You gonna take this dirty poz dick cum aint you white boy... and all i could say was yes sir give it to me. thats what i came here for He unloaded his toxic load deep in my gut and pushed his cock in as deep as it could go . He rested a few and then pulled out... i wanted to reach around and feel his cum dripping out of my ass, but didn't have time as another Black guy took his place. I glanced around to see a younger Black guy, totally wasted ,skinny and sickly looking. He pushed his cock in hard and leaned in to my face and pulled my face back to him and kissed me deeply as he fucked my hole.. Breed me i told him.. I want your dirty load I told him.. You want it, you gonna get it he said back to me and then unloaded inside me.. Now probably two toxic loads deep in my gut and I wanted more.. Thank god the evening was still young.....

I'm looking for BB sluts and faggots who want to be controlled and used by men for breeding. Its all about the right connection. Looking for other top-masters both gay and bi who want to join the conversation and meet-make it happen and use and control these faggots. I'm also into pimping out BB sluts who want to be used.

Would be nice to meet a few chubbies prefer 45+ for some mini group fun. The ones I know are either not into bb sex or group. Also it’s not easy to get a few of them in one place. Anyone interested get in touch.

I prefer Wheaton's Law: Don't be a dick.

Bound and Caged Collegeboy and I stood in front of the 3 flat on Thursday night, ready for the second round. "How's his ass?" Tim asked. "Pretty good. He may be straight but he's used to getting fucked. He might actually enjoy it. Are you going to fuck him tonight or just be a rebellious bottom?" I asked back. He laughed quietly and just smiled. I pressed the button for Unit A and the gate buzzed again, letting us in. Carlos met us at the door wearing only his boots and a bulldog harness. Once again, we stripped at the door and followed Carlos down the stairs. This time, Juan was already down there waiting. His hands were bound with a rope that held them above his head to the ceiling joist eyelets. A ball gag was strapped to his head, stretching his mouth open and filling the opening. I gazed down his body and found a clamp on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Several inches lower, I saw that his pubes were now shaved off and a metal cage confined his cock. Glancing the rest of the way down, I saw Juan standing on his toes, the rope above him taught and leaving him a couple inches too high above the floor to be standing flat on his feet. Tim took his place on the bed with only a slight nudge from Carlos. Walking circles around Juan, I tugged on the chain a few times and roughly fingered his hole with each pass I made. I noted some of the tattoos on his body including one between his shoulder blades that said "Owned by Carlos" with a barcode under it. I wondered if Carlos was going to add another mark showing Juan's new status. "You don't need to tattoo my name on him when he's poz" I said to Carlos. "Yeah, you'll have marked him on the inside" he replied with an evil laugh. "The cage? You're not letting him cum anymore while he's still shooting blanks?" I asked. "No, but he gets a reward after he's fully charged. I got a couple girls for him to fuck and pass his gift on to. All their clients might pick it up too" Carlos said before laughing loudly. I stopped in front of Juan and leaned in close before I whispered into Juan's ear "Today you're going to beg for my charged load, right?" He shook his head from side to side, trying to scream 'NO!' around the gag. I yanked down hard on the chain, making the butterfly clamps dig into his tortured nips. "Wrong answer, Juan" I said. Releasing the chain, I laughed and said "when you think I'm close you need to yell out 'Poz me!' Understand?" His eyes still had the look of fear and panic, but he slowly nodded up and down this time. As I moved behind him I caressed his back, feeling the welts and scars until I reached his ass. "We know what happens when you disobey orders, right?" I said loud enough for Carlos to hear before slapping his right ass cheek hard. Juan replied with a muffled "Yes, SIR!" and nodded again. Looking over Juan's shoulder I saw Carlos pulling a few items out of the bins on the wall. Once again, I worried about Tim getting abused but I remembered how hard his cock was last week when he was disciplined. My chest was resting on Juan's back and I could feel him tense up. He begin to tremble when my arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him tighter. My cock was rigid and pressed between his butt cheeks. "Feel my bug deep inside you?" I whispered into his ear. Juan rocked his head side to side. "It will be soon if it isn't already. It only takes one fuck with some and a few more with others. Ask Tim how it crept up on him. Only a few fucks and then the bug ravaged his body" I said a little louder. "That was a fuckin' bitch and I didn't even know what it was. I just thought it was the flu" Carlos said from across the room with Tim nodding along. I slowly slid my cock along Juan's ass crack, the precum now starting to flow and coat the crevice. He trembled a little more next to me and I kind of wished I could see his eyes. I could see Carlos walking back toward Tim with a few things that he laid out on the bed. Grabbing a bit, he put it into Tim's mouth before buckling the leather straps behind his head. Carlos wrapped some of Tim's hair in his fist and pulled him up so he was kneeling on the bed. "After last time, I don't trust you. At the first sign of you not being an obedient bottom fag, I'm pulling out and then the real fun begins. If you saw Juan's back, you know I have no problems whipping you until you beg for mercy and then going on a while longer" Carlos told Tim. I watched and listened closely to what Carlos did while I humped Juan's butt. He reached over and picked up a leather strap with his other hand and gave a hard "THWACK!" on Tim's ass. Tim grunted as soon as the leather hit him. I'm sure there was a large red mark on his pale skin but I couldn't see it since Carlos was obscuring Tim's right side. Carlos's cock seemed to get even stiffer and thicker as he hit Collegeboy. Tim's cock was also pointing straight out and hard as a rock. Adjusting the angle of my cock, I pushed up from the bottom of Juan's bubble butt until it found the pucker. The moment Carlos gave Tim a second hit, I speared into Juan's hole and impaled him with my cock. Tim and Juan both let out muffled screams. Juan was writhing from his ropes while Tim was frozen stiff. Carlos pressed his rigid cock to Tim's ass and slowly drove in. Once he was fully planted, he set the strap back on to the bed and let go of Collegeboy's hair. Tim stayed upright and Carlos withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. "That's a good boy" Carlos said before rocking his hips and plowing back into Tim's greedy ass. My cock was now drilling Juan's hole and while the position was awkward, I made the most of it. The only thing making Juan's hole slick was a little bit of spit and my precum. I loved the friction between his chute and my cock, knowing how much easier I was making it for my bug to invade his body. Each thrust left behind dozens of tiny tears in his colon, inviting the virus to go invade his body. I could hear his whimpers and without the gag they would have been much louder. While I fucked, I looked up and followed the rope to see where it was tied off. I wasn't sure that Carlos would be happy if I lowered his boy down, but I really wanted to change positions to be able to fuck Juan harder. Moving my arm from around his chest to around his neck, I was able to jab my cock in to the base and making Juan grunt around the gag. I began to hammer his hole hard while I watched Carlos do the same to Tim. I knew my move needed to be quick so I slammed in hard and yanked my cock back out. A couple dark drips ran down Juan's legs while I moved over to the wall and untied the rope. To get it untied, I had to pull Juan completely off the ground which caused a few more pained groans from his tired arms. Once he was lowered back to the ground, I pulled the rope free from the eyelets. I could feel Carlos' cold gaze on me while I moved behind the bed, pulling Juan closer to the edge of the bed and tying the rope to the opposite bedpost. Back behind Juan, I bent him the rest of the way over a shoved my cock back inside his still gaping hole. My hand wrapped around the back of Juan's neck and I pressed it hard into the mattress. Juan grunted loudly around the gag as I slammed in a second time. My cock stabbed into him over and over, just like the knives did when he was in jail. I jabbed left then right, up then down making sure that my cock dug into every part of Juan's cock sleeve. Briefly, I looked over and Carlos had turned his attention back to Tim. I wondered what was going through Tim's mind - would he be a good bottom or a greedy power bottom trying to wrest control from Carlos. Juan's ass got looser until I slapped his butt and he would clench back down on my cock. I did several cycles of that until I heard him talking around his gag. "Breed me, sir" was what it sounded like and got louder after a few more thrusts. When the words got loud enough for all of us to hear I said firmly "Wrong words, Juan. Try again." I heard him whine and I then increased the intensity of my strokes. It took a couple more minutes and he finally spoke the words that I wanted to hear - "Poz me, sir" Juan begged behind the ball gag. I gave a hard shove, plowing deep inside his cunt. He said it again, this time with more urgency to his voice. I pulled back and held my cock just inside his chute for about ten seconds. He said it again and I began to grin. I slammed in deep again, feeling his body shake underneath me. I was close and he knew it, but I think he also had resigned himself to the fate Carlos had chosen for him. I hammered in with a half dozen quick strokes before holding myself right at the entrance. "POZ. ME. SIR!!" Juan yelled out. Each word was distinct and barely muffled. "You got it boy" I growled out and shoved in until I was fully planted. Hard spurts of my viral seed shot out, filling his battered tunnel with my load. I felt him squeeze and release his outer ring, milking every drop of cum I had. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight as the last few pulses pumped more of my bug into him. My breaths were labored and as I lay across Juan's back I saw Carlos giving in to his own orgasmic bliss as he pumped his bug-free load into Tim. Judging by the expression on Carlos' face, Tim had chosen the less dramatic road today and left his greedy bottom persona at home. My cock was still planted inside Juan, holding all of my infected seed inside him and letting it work it's magic. I looked over at Carlos and asked "What's your plan for him? How far are you going to let it go?" I gave a hard thrust and got another grunt out of Juan. "All the way. I know he pulled the trigger on at least four guys, so he's going to live a lot longer than they got. Besides, I'll be bored with him in a couple years so it will make it easy to end it that way" Carlos said coldly. A few seconds later he asked "Have any of the guys you pozzed, died yet? Ya know, from the bug?" "Not that I know of, but it was only about six years ago that I got pozzed and I don't keep in contact with most of the guys I fuck" I replied. "Except your boyfriend here" Carlos sneered as he pulled his cock out of Collegeboy.

An ex boyfriend who was really into it. I'm rather ambivalent toward it, but a partner getting turned on by it turns me on.

Yo I am Ethan... I am a bottom boy, I will top somethines, but basically only if Master wants it. We are in an open relationship... I pretty much have no limits. I like leather, face sitting, watersports, being gagged with dirty underwear... I have not hit any of my limits yet. But yeah. Sup! Email me if you wanna chat!

Bent over the fuck tree on Hampstead heath a few nights ago by a lot of raw daddy dick, Including one pierced guy who ripped me open

Way too much to choose from! Love the feeling of being a slut, providing service that guys need. Love being on all 4s with my ass in the air and being mounted from behind as if I'm nothing more than a hole to use. Love the pop of the head going in and the spread of my pussy as the cock goes balls deep. Love the cum. Love providing ATM. OINK..there's a lot to like about getting fucked.

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Just took a toxic poz blood slam. 💉☣️🐷 Wish me luck! 🤞#bugchaser #toxicpoz #bloodslam #conversion #thirdtimeissacharm #slammed #tina #partying

I only let my bottom clean my dick if their is no shit.

No worries, I'm not offended in the slightest! As a female, I know I'm not fully able to capture the male homosexual experience, and I also know this is a website by-and-for men, I'm more than happy to listen to criticism (since my being here is somewhat of an imposition in-and-of-itself). As far as the things with the mother character go, I was trying to illustrate the personalities my buyer wanted his characters to have (establishing early on Ian's loyalty, work-ethic, and guilt around taking handouts). It was part of the request that I try to flesh the characters However, I agree I was clunky in my portrayal. You're also correct that I am a young writer. I'm only about a year into adulthood, so I lack the experience those 10-20 years my senior possess. Which is why I do my best to practice a lot and read the works of others. I'll definitely take a peek at the writer you suggested! I appreciate your critique! The only thing I have to say is if I wrote what I knew, I'd make some pretty dull stories. But, who knows? Maybe I need a bit more time in the 'real world' to make my writing pop!

I personally was confused the first time I heard of Boystown in Chicago since the name of the juvenile correctional facility where I grew up was boystown so the name never stuck to me but I can totally understand the reaction of people who connect to the name and whatever meaning they have attached to it. I find the reasoning behind the change has an air of 'I'm a bored retiree and need something, anything to do' more than the buzz words and phrases they attached to the decision. Basically like saying we need to change the name San Francisco because it's name has a religious affinity and alienates the non-religious so now it's named Tip-of-the-peninsula-ville.

as long as the bottom is clean and no scat it can be fun

Part 9 James was aiming his stream at the pink puffy rosette of the whore Mike has become. James like them like that, and he knows his buddy Hugo did aswell. When it come to sleaze James and Hugo where the same, for them piss was part of the game, even scat was not a strange world from them, not that it was a regular thing, but sometimes when they would go cruising outside, they would drop a turd or 2 on some high whores, just to mark their territory. While James was taking care of Mike in the showerroom, Dirk and Hugo where setting up extra cams, laptop and the extra gear James and Hugo brought. They where deeply into sounding bitches pathetic dicks, nipple torture, extreme bondage, masks, hoods, gaggs and so on. Once in a while saline was part of their game, but not tonight, their focus was on rawplay, pain and chemfuelled play. There is still time enough later to bodymod the bitch on a later date, Hugo was going to make sure that they would use the bitch more then once after this weekend. Mike was the type of guy that Hugo liked, an bit a cub of guy with a bit of meat on his bones, and not to smart. He likes his bottoms high and willing and he loves to make them into no limits sluts, letting them loose all inhibitions and refusing nothing. It takes times to do this, it is never from the first date, but James and Hugo always make sure it never stays at one date, and they take their time transforming their uptight bottoms into no limits whores. Since they have a lot of contact to sexclubs, most of their used bottoms end up there, to entertain the patrons, or just last their last one, cleaning up seedy cublicles in darkrooms. By the time James came back into the living room with Mike, all major tasks where done, they where ready to play. Dirk did bring back the blindfold and the handcuffs for Mike to wear, James was holding Mike by his side, and made him kneel in front of the couch. Dirk and James where putting the leather handcuffs on each arm, while Hugo was sorting out their partysupplies. When Mike was blindfolded again, James did keep hold of Mike by a dogcollar he brought, and had attached arounds Mikes neck.

What a hold your breathe moment ending to that chapter.... you know how to very much so hold the suspension with the reader 😁

Now that the New York Times series on Trump and his tax returns (and the earlier series on his handling of his father's companies in the years the father was mentally incompetent to do it himself) have exposed what most reasonable, intelligent people have always known, I'm wondering where all the Trumpanzee fan boys are. Far from being a savvy businessman who took a small amount of money and became a billionaire through tough negotiations and brilliant strategy, we know: 1. That far from a "small amount of money" Trump received hundreds of millions of dollars from his father over the years, much of it through tax fraud designed to avoid massive inheritance taxes; 2. That virtually all of the assets Trump actively manages, from his golf courses to most of his hotels to some of his office buildings, lose buckets of money even before favorable tax treatment; 3. That he only started making money in the 21st century when he was hired to portray a "billionaire" on NBC, and he used that fame to strike a huge number of licensing deals that paid him for the only skill he has - bullshitting; 4. That even his own sister thinks he's a fraud (and she should know, since she helped him with some of the defrauding before his father died; 5. That far from being massively wealthy, he's in hock right now for somewhere around a billion dollars that we know of, possibly more, and his assets are probably worth not a whole lot more than what he owes, across the board; 6. That he has basically no way to pay off the loans that are coming due in the next year or two without a massive infusion of cash (to the tune of around $425 million), and most of his valuable assets are already leveraged; 7. That he's only staying marginally solvent on a going basis because his campaign, the GOP, its various arms like the national Republican Senate Campaign Committee, its House counterpart, and foreign governments are all pouring money into his companies via overpriced memberships, hotel rooms, and the like; 8. That he happily traded his measly $400,000 salary as president for the untold millions the government is pouring into his businesses by having to foot the bill for Secret Service protection on all his properties when he's there, at many, many times the cost of his salary. In other words, he's exactly the con man we always knew he was.

I took two back to back loads. My wife was at work and I'm working from home. I've had this hot young guy come around a few times now. He was horny and wanted to dump his cum up my ass. I have him come to my shed to keep him out of the house. He always arrives hard as a rock so I sucked him for a minute, then turn around and bent over. He shoves in and pounds me for a few minutes before shooting his cum up my ass. I clean him off with my mouth and he's on his way. While waiting for the young hottie, another guy hit me up. He's bred me a few times before, too, and always wants it anon. I think it's because he's a bit chubbier than his picture. Not like I care - a hard dick is a hard dick. I tell the guy to come over and he can have sloppy seconds. I put on a blindfold and wait in the shed. He arrives and I suck him hard. He's got a smaller dick than the young guy but shoves in and fucks my sloppy hole. After about 5 minutes, he cums. From his moaning, it sounded like he had a pretty big orgasm. I still have both loads in my ass so don't know how big they are.

Last week at a well known wooded area near the city. I made eye contact with a long haired lad as I walked towards the bushes. He caught up with me 5 mins later when I found my spot. I had a jock & cock ring on, shorts around my ankles and my hairy hole on display. He pulled out his impressive 8 incher (I love wee guys with a massive todger), which I sucked to get him hard. A couple of blokes joined us, wanking off. Top man spun me around to access my arse. He went in hell for leather, calling me a dirty slut which turned me on even more. He asked the other 2 if they wanted to breed me, but they were happy watching and wanking. He pulled out to insert a PA, then rammed it back in. It felt amazing, feeling his PA in me. He built up to climax and grunted when he coated my innards with cum. When he slid out, the cum was leaking down my leg. He left with a grin on his face, as did I.

I waw cut when I was 16 y.o. because my foreskin waw very tight, now I regret it. I prefer uncut dicks, they look more natural, more sexual and more fun to play with.

Part 6 His dick was sticky with assjuices, sperm and some small streaks of blood Mike was still a bit out of the chems, feeling horny, and looking to Dirks dick, hoping he would fuck him again, his mind was wondering about his next fuck, while Dirk cum was seeping out of his damaged hole. Finally the watertemperature was ok, and Dirk pulled Mike from the chair, into the showerroom pushing him under the stream of cascading water, Mike was turning up his face to the stream enjoying the flow of the water rinsing down the sweat and stink of sex, and cum. Dirk was joining Mike under the stream kissing his slut. It was time for another cuddle moment, just to regain again some trust for the next action to come. "How you feeling babes, did you enjoy out little bedaction????" Mike was only moaning and nodding with his head, he looked like a small timid boy with his hair covering his black drugged eyes. "I have something nice for you, make you a nice good slut, would you like to try???" Mike nodded yes eagerly, not knowing what was coming, Dirk turned him around pushing the upperbody of Mike against the showerwall, Dirk did take some soap from the soapdispenser on the wall, and lathered up the ass of Mike, the foam was forming, and Mike was pushing his ass more towards the fingers of Dirk hoping the fingers would enter his hungry ass, but Dirk pulled away his fingers. Instead he aimed his fat dick to the entrance of Mike's hole pushing into to the spincter. Mike did bring out a light yelp and was enjoying the feeling of the fat glant of Dirk in his cunt, it did feel so good to feel the dick again, Mike was trying to get Dirks prick deeper, but Dirk told him off, and hold still, "do not move, just hold still for a while, don't clench your asscheeks, keep still" Mike was dissappointed he was not fucked, but did as he was told, why would he enter my ass with his dick, and not fucking me???? It was strange to Mike, but he did not dare to question Dirk, soon he felt the answer to his question, Dirk was starting to loose a hot stream of piss in the first chamber of his ass, the feeling was amazing, he could feel the stream coating his insides, which gave him a lot of joy. What he did not know was that the chems in the piss was going to perk up the new high. The stream leaving Dirks dick was endless, he always pissing big loads of piss, he enjoyed to piss in a new raped hole, it was one of his favourite things to do. Please let me know if you like it so far, and you want more ok.

Part 3 TJ became an immediate hard core fan of getting rimmed, even more so after I introduced him to poppers. I'd give him his laced soda, we'd get ripped, then my face would be buried in his hairy hole as he huffed on poppers and egged me on with filthy talk. Then he would skull fuck my face and blow his load down my throat followed by a piss chaser. He never even once objected to my finger up his cunt as I blew him. I guess he figured that wasn't TOO faggy. And besides, he knew just how good if felt, and that he'd probably never get his little girlfriend to do that to him. ( who I hadn't seen around in a while, come to think of it.) Then it was more weed and round two of the same thing, except he didn't give me his piss on the second go, so I was always left with the taste of his trashy load in my mouth. Now, as much fun as that was almost everyday, I was getting anxious for things to progress. My dick was craving his straight skater hole more and more everyday. I knew I could only go so far in my next step, but after a couple more weeks, I knew I had to press on. So one day, after the usual G and weed, I casually pulled out a glass pipe packed with a fat load. A gloriously naked TJ sat straight up as soon as he saw what I had. "Oh fuck dude!" He exclaimed. "It's been a couple of years since I've had that shit!" At first, I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to be the first one to corrupt him with T, but I quickly realized it didn't matter as long as the end result was me shooting my dirty load 11 inches deep into his straight guts. And besides, seeing his eager face, and having a reliable source for great shit, pretty much guaranteed that I would absolutely turn him into a Tina whore. "Well here you go buddy." I said, handing him the pipe. "Go ahead and hit that a few times." My dick got rock hard as I watched him expertly handle the pipe. He knew just how to torch the bowl and get it rolling. My heart beat faster as he raised the pipe to his lips and inhaled a long, slow hit, holding it in before exhaling a large white cloud. I stared at his beautiful, naked tatted and pierced body as he took four more big hits. A greedy boy. I liked that. He handed me the pipe and torch as he smiled with already spaced out eyes, "Whoa dude. That's some primo shit!" "And I can get it anytime." I smiled at him as I lit the torch. I took three hits before I handed it back. He was more polite this time, only taking two himself. We passed the pipe back and forth until it was empty and TJ was flying. I bent over and took his soft dick into my mouth. "Dude, I can't get hard when I'm high." He mumbled, probably not knowing that most guys can't. I was one of the few lucky ones who could stay hard when I partied. "That's ok." I replied. "You can still feel pleasure. Awesome pleasure." And I began sucking his dick. It may not get hard, but at least it didn't shrivel up, and I had 5 nice soft inches to roll around my mouth. I worked his dick and balls while he moaned like a cheap whore and I was rewarded with a steady stream of pre cum. This was almost better than when he pumped his load down my throat. Now I got a steady supply of his salty teenage essence to swish around my mouth. I really have no idea how long I nursed on his cock before I pulled off. I got up and produced a mirror. In no time, I had chopped up four nice lines. I pulled out a 50 dollar bill and rolled it, quickly snorting my two lines before I passed it to TJ. Like a pro, he snorted his two right down. I handed him the popper bottle as I rolled him over. Soon, TJ was moaning and panting as I worked my magic on his hairy boy hole. I would alternate my licking and sucking with sliding a finger in and out. Soon I was sliding two fingers in the straight boys pussy, and either he didn't notice, or he was too wrapped up in the pleasure I was giving him to care. After maybe 45 minutes, an hour, who knows, it was a long time, I sat up and sneaked a little shard that I stuck up his ass. "What the fuck? Why is it burning?" He howled, wanting to know. "Relax dude." I reassured him. "It's just a little bootie bump. Another way to enjoy T. It'll stop in a minute. Hit the poppers and relax." He huffed the poppers as I went back to eating his hole. He was soon relaxed again and I pulled out a toy. It was a three speed prostate massager, thin, and with a bulbous head. The perfect device to really start to prepare him for the real thing. I slipped the round head into him. "What the fuck is that?" He asked looking back at me." "It's a prostate massager." I told him as I pushed it in deeper. I was surprised he didn't object to it more, but I guess, as long as it wasn't my dick, he was ok with that. He just hit the poppers as I pushed it deeper into him. When I had it pressed against his magic spot, I turned on the low speed. "Oooooohhhhhhhhh." He let out a long guttural groan. He didn't say a word, he just moaned and groaned as I rubbed the toy back and forth across his prostate. I rolled him onto his back so I could return to nursing on his cock. As soon as I took him into my mouth, I hit the next speed on the toy. TJ's moans grew louder and he placed his hands on my head, holding against his crotch. I sucked the boy for about 20 minutes before he started shaking and twitching a bit. "Oh fuck dude! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna fucking cum!" As soon as he said that, I put the vibrator on high speed and really worked his prostate. He grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, crying out in ecstasy as his body convulsed and my mouth was flooded with his watery cum that poured out of his limp dick. I was so turned on, I stood up and moved over to TJ's head. I dropped my shorts and started stroking my big cock. "Let me come on your face!" I begged him. "What? No way dude!" A surprised TJ said as he opened his eyes to see my big cock just inches from his face. I didn't say a word. I just picked up the 50 dollar bill off of the coffee table and placed it on his chest. "Just close your eyes and mouth and the 50 is yours." I whispered. TJ grabbed the 50 and scrunched his face up like he was in pain. That pushed me over. Rope after rope of cum coated his face. I covered his eyes, his lips, his nose so it ran down his cheeks. Soon, I was drained and my straight skater boy looked like a cheap whore at a bachelor's party. I grabbed his boxer briefs off the floor and tossed them over his face. I smiled as I watched him wipe my fluids off of his face with his own underwear, dreaming of the day when my dirty fluids would be inside him.

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."

This vaguely reminds me of that quote falsely attributed to Abraham Lincoln: "You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time." I'm sure that some people can detect when some men are about to cum. I'm sure that some people can detect when MOST people are about to cum. But I doubt there is anyone who can always tell when any man is about to cum.

Absolutely love having a guy piss up my cunt. A lot of guys can't and the bottom has to be still until the top starts the flow but once it starts damn it is so hot and piggy to think you'd be willing to be someone's urinal like that. Woof!!

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The other day I saw a guy had posted on Squirt that he was cruising the park near me by the river. His profile pic was his huge dick and he had some great recommendations. I wrote to him I was going to be riding my bike there, but it was a nice day out so I thought it would be too crowded by the bathroom. I got there and saw some nondescript guy go in. Not really hot, but I was horny. As I was going in, some hot guy started to come out, but turned around and went back inside. Turns out the other guy was just there to piss, but the hot guy was won I was meeting. As soon as the other guy left, hot guy came out of a stall with his huge hard on in hand. I want down immediately. There was that hint of piss taste on it that drove me wild. He reached down and felt my ass as I sucked him. Wearing bike great makes my ass kind of inaccessible so I had to unzip my jersey to give his fingers access. Before I knew it, I was face against the wall with that monster up my ass. In was only a few minutes before he said he was going to cum. I said do it and he shot in my hole a lot! He was still dribbling cum when he pulled out so I locked it clean. YUM! He promised to fuck me properly next time. I finished my 30 mile ride with his cum leaning into my shorts. I can wait to take his load again.

Berlin is a perfect choice. I was there two months ago and then I decided to go back. This covid issue cancelled this plan, but I surely will return. For me it was the Gay bareback heaven.

I love it when a faggot is such a dirty little whore that not only does it not care what the guys fucking it look like but they don't even know what the guys fucking them bareback and dumping loads in their sloppy fuckholes look like. Especially when that faggot is hot. Its hot to know it could have standards but its such a cockhungry slut it will let absolutely anyone fuck it. The trolls love taking advantage of that so its hot to see some sexy little cumdump taking loads from the nastiest looking old trolls.Plus you can be pretty sure the whore is pozzed up trash and probably a hooker on the side.

My first time was with my h.s. best friend. He used a condom out of habit because that's what he was used to doing when he fucked his gf. We didn't have any extra lube. The latex started sticking to my skin and was hurting. I told him to take the condom off. His spit and precum was plenty. Ever since, I've fucked bareback 95% of the time. I find it much more intimate and real. To me, using a condom is like having a dildo shoved in my hole... it's nice but raw is 1000x better. Yes, you have to choose cocks carefully to avoid hiv and std's. And I suppose that adds to the thrill and bad boy appeal a bit.

I got group fucked at the weekend and one of the guys was supposedly full blown. The passion with which he was breeding my boy hole was very different to the rest of the guys so I honestly think he was, and he wanted to infect me.

Part: 13 & Final The next day the wife came back home. My son and I had chatted, he said he had come back once because he forgot a book for school and saw me fucking a guy in his own bed. He had been quiet and didn’t know what to do. he had stood by the door watching, realizing he had a boner and jerked off watching me breed that kid. He has been really turned on when I stuffed his underwear in that guy’s mouth. He said he later jerked off many times just thinking about it. Soon he had turned on the geo location on my phone and was following me, he had noticed me show up at guy’s places and get fucked or fuck. He knew he was gay and wanted to try it out. He commended me for trying to hide the app on the phone but he soon found it. And the rest is history. He had gone around town taking load after load until he upgraded his membership. This was the start of a great new relationship with my son. We started spending a lot more time together. Even the wife pointed out how she loved us spending quality time together, if only she knew. From then forward we took full advantage of the app. We upgraded our status and started tag teaming guys. Sometimes we would show up together and get on all 4s side by side taking load after load like good little cum dumps. Other times we would tag team a lucky bottom. My son had a nice 9-inch white dick, bigger than mine, but definitely knew how to use it. We fucked each other whenever we could, my favorite was eating my son’s ass out after a good breeding. He soon came down with the fuck flu too. I took care of him until he got better and when he was better we went out to town breeding pussy bottom boys spreading his new viral seed. We became a great father/son fuck duo and had more ass and dick than we could ask for. Things turned out well and the wife never suspected a thing. The end.

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…