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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.

Very seldom do you see this in porn, whereas you can find Black tops fucking White bottoms all over the place. And I won't even get started on the White bottom Black men gangbang scenario. At every sex party & bathhouse that I've ever been too, I never see White tops fucking Black bottoms. I'm just wondering why not. Seems like porn is accurately depicting reality. There has to be more White tops out there that fuck Black bottoms. Am I right?

It was a Saturday night, and plans fell through for going out with friends. So I was sitting at my computer going through local ads for shemale companions. I came across one ad for someone who actually was quite close to me. She advertised as a dominant Latin shemale, 5'10", 170lbs, long black hair and well hung. It had been a long time since I got properly laid, so I called her up. A feminine accented voice answered, we had a brief chat about what I wanted and arranged a time. Shower, shave, clean out and I was at her place in an hour. When she answered the door I was floored. She had on those shiny black thigh high boots, PVC mini skirt, lace top, full red lips and a perfume that got me instantly going. I stepped inside, she closed the door and she firmly pushed my back against the wall, kissing me deeply and tweaking my nipples. When she stopped kissing me, she said, I'm going to take control of you tonight and you will love it. With that, she took out a small brown bottle (which I later discovered were poppers), and placed it under my nose. Inhale slowly and deeply with each nostril she told me. I got this incredible rush along with a feeling of sluttiness. She looked at me and smiled then took my hand and led me to a darkened bedroom. She then stood behind me and slowly took off everything I was wearing. When she was done, she wrapped her arms around me and I could feel this massive cock getting hard between my legs. Time for you to have some more treats as she put the bottle under my nose and told me to inhale again. My knees got weak and she guided me to lie face down on the bed. She got on top of me and started pouring oil on my back and ass, giving a deep and strong massage, all the while rubbing that massive cock between my cheeks. I started pushing my ass against her cock, but she said not yet honey, you need some stretching exercises. She took a big pillow and put it under my stomach and then poured more oil on my ass. I then felt slowly one finger then two enter my ass. As she was going in and out, she handed me the bottle of poppers and said you will take a hit every time I tell you, like right now! As I inhaled again, she suddenly got 4 fingers in me! I never felt so slutty, as I pushed against those fingers. She purred, you like that do you? How about a little more? Take another hit baby. As I sniffed deeply, she got her thumb in, then with a gentle push I could feel her whole hand go inside me. I was shocked, breathing deeply and she said relax, I'm not going any further. Just feel it, enjoy it. I'm taking control of your ass. Now take another small hit and I'm going to take my hand out. I think you're ready for the main event. She slowly withdrew her hand, turned me over onto my back and smiled at me. Very good, you did so well. She then leaned over, kissed me deeply and lay on top of me, taking me into her arms. After a few minutes of cuddling and caressing, she whispered into my ear, I really like you, and now I'm going to own you. Take another hit of poppers, hold it, exhale, then take a second hit. As I was taking that first hit, she turned my body so my ass was partially off the bed, put my legs on her shoulders and smiled. I know you really want this. She then began stroking her cock and I got a good look at it. This was definitely 9 inches and thick. As I was taking the second hit of poppers, she started inching her way into my ass, no condom just bare. I'd never taken a bare cock in my life but it felt so good going in. Now breathe deeply and take one more hit, and as I did, she went all the way in. My god I felt so full, so slutty and completely in her control. She then took the bottle of poppers and took a hit herself, handed them back to me and slowly started to fuck me, staring deeply into my eyes. Nothing was said during the next 20 minutes, just a slow deep fucking, every few minutes she would gesture for me to take some more poppers. I could see sweat building up on her forehead, and then she said, this is now where I mark you as mine, are you ready? I just smiled and said yes, I am yours. With that, she buried herself deeply into me and I could feel her cock pulse, 7, 8 times and a feeling of warmth and wetness in my ass. She stayed inside me and caressed my body, quietly saying, you are mine, all mine, I own you and will have you in any way I want. My seed is in you now, there is no going back. Now take another hit of poppers. As I did, she slowly pulled out and cupped her hand below my ass as a handful of cum leaked out. She crawled up onto the bed and poured it into my mouth. Go ahead and swallow and don't worry, I left lots more inside you. Her cum was sweet, thick and made me want more. She then kissed me again, both of us tasting her cum. She sat back, smiled, and said, I think I know what I want to do with you now. She went into her dresser drawers, took out a bra, crotchless panties, a corset and stockings. Stand up my pet, and get dressed in these . She guided me on how to wear the lingerie and then stood back, I like this look on you. She then put a blindfold on me and led me over to a fuck bench in the living room. When she strapped me in, she placed a breathing mask over my nose and filled it with poppers. The poppers did not feel as strong but it was a constant hit. I heard her walk away and get on her phone. Hello girl, are you bored? I have a new playtoy! 20 minutes? I'll see you soon! We're going to have some fun tonight!

Is this site a way to meet people and have them release their load in me or more of a discussion? Never been a cumdump but looking for a group of guys to fill me up

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.

William here from Cali. From big o’ gay LB. love piggy sex parties. Got a huge kink for rape fantasies, feet/boots/sneakers worship. Married but open. Love to chat with like minded [banned word] man on here. Love out door fun. Under-stall action gets me moaning. WS/piss stank/man pit stink/dirty well worn jock, leather, metal chains all gets me in a submissive mode. let’s all get piggy! If anyone know where is the best place for public fun here in SoCal, I am all ears.

coming back to consciousness and finding my guts filled with cum and not knowing who or how many guys have emptied inside me

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

Without a doubt it’s the release of seamen inside me. Knowing I fulfilled a need.

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

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.

One of my regulars whose wife is preggers actually stopped by today to fill me up. He's getting no action from his wife so his loads are huge these days. So much so that when he pulled out today, it splattered and spilled out my hole. I texted him later to say if he's not careful he's gonna have two bitches pregnant at the same time. He's a macho Eastern European guy and he loves it when I text him shit like that.

Chapter 4 I got a room and settled in. Took a quick walk around in my jock and saw one hot guy that smiled, licked his lips, touched his nip and was stroking his dick through his towel. I smiled back and kept walking to my room. Once there I took out a booty bump rig, laid on the bed and threw my legs up and over my head so my hole was pointing towards the ceiling. I then emptied the rig deep inside me and counted down 5 minutes. "Damn, look at you. You white boys love to get fucked don't you?" said the man I had seen earlier. I was shocked and a little embarrassed. I had thought I had shut and locked the door. Dropping his towel, he closed the door as I began to bring my legs down. "Hey now, go back like you were. Keep that ass up for me. And in case you were wondering, I had the attendant let me in. He's buds with me and another bro", he said as he came closer to me. His dick was thicker and longer than any dick I had seen before besides porn. He stood about 6'2", ripped abs, bulging arms, toned beefy chest, killer smile, and black. He reached out and slapped one ass cheek leaving his hand there as he massaged it. He stroked his dick with the other hand as he climbed up onto the bed. He then slapped my other ass cheek and began massaging both cheeks as he stood towering over me gyrating his hips as his dick slapped against my hole. "Hungry white boy I see. You just do a booty bump? Hmmmm? That hole is snappin at my dick. It wants to be filled with my black dick. That right?" My hole was hungry. But his dick was huge. I really didn't think I could take it. I said, "You are one hot fucker. Your dick is huge. I don't think". I was stopped as both his hands slapped my ass again, then he reached down and began to play with my nips as he tongue fucked my hole. He kept alternating playing with my nips and slapping my ass. Then he again stood up over me and slapped his dick on my hole, rubbing against it. Teasing it. "I bet you can take this dick. I know you can. You know you want to. Ever been fucked by a black guy!". I said no. "No joke, the saying is true once you go black. Besides your ad on bbrt doesn't say no blacks. Gotta have that pink white boy hole. I want it. Gotta have it. Gonna take it if I have to", he said. He took my legs and pulled them back down and then stepped off the bed. "What treats you got?", he asked. I got off the bed and grabbed the bag. Dumped it out onto the bed. "Damn white boy! So you like to slam! Hell fuck yeah!" He grabbed one .35 rig and the hose and told me to put out my arm. I hesitated. He put the rig in his mouth and pinned me to the bed. I couldn't move. He wrapped the tube around my arm and I was about to shout put when he looked me dead in the eye and told me to not make a sound or move if I didn't want to get hurt as he scratched my arm with the needle. I laid there. "I told you I wanted to fuck that white boy ass!" and in went the content of the rig. "Now you gonna beg for my big black dick. And my bud's big black dick too!". He held my arm up as the rush went thru me. My eyes rolled back in my head. This was stronger than I thought. I lost all fight in me. He then moved up further on the bed and fed me his dark meat while he grabbed both my legs behind him and then slapped my ass. I choked on his dick. But I kept trying to take more of him. He got off me and the bed and grabbed my boots and unlaced them. He then tied my wrists to hooks already in the wall above the bed. He took a sock and shoved it in my mouth. He then took my key and said he would be right back. I was flying. All I could think about was getting fucked by this super hot black stud. My door opened and he walked in, and closed the door, then dropped his towel. "You look so sexy all tied up white boy. You horny? Want this big black dick?", he asked. My hole was twitching like crazy and I nodded my head and said yes through the sock. "I did some thinkin. I want you so fucked up you can't be without dick pounding your hole. So let's grab some of those goods you got and get you all fucked up.". He grabbed another booty bump rig and the bag of shards, got up on the bed and pulled my ass up onto his chest. He then took out 2 large shards and pushed them as deep as he could into my hole. He twisted his fingers around and teased my prostate. He then pulled his fingers out and emptied the booty bump rig inside me. After he pulled it out he began to slap my ass cheeks again while he teased my hole with his tongue. "Yeah white boy. There you go. You're almost there. Just a couple more minutes.". I was squirming on the bed, bucking my hips to get his tongue inside my hole. My dick was hard and spurting more and more precum. He then backed away for a moment and reached into the bag and pulled out a shot of g. He said for me to drink it and not to make a sound when he removed the sock. I drank it down. He covered my mouth with his hand and asked if the sock was really needed. I shook my head no. He smiled. Then he reached over to the bag and took out the other .35 rig and looked at me, made a evil grin, then said to hold on while in lightning speed he wrapped my other arm, stuck the needle in, emptied the rig, took off hose, and stood back and watched as the rush took over. I was now totally fucked up. I couldn't speak. I just kept mouthing Fuck me fuck me fuck me. "There it is. You gotta have this big black dick don't you? Well time for a double play white boy!". He opened the door and this 6'6" tall, muscled and tatted black man entered the room. He had no towel and his dick was even bigger. It curved up with 2 huge balls hangin. The door closed. The new guy came to the head of bed and untied me. He grabbed me, picked me up and put me on my knees. He slapped my ass as he shoved two fingers in my hole, then three. He quickly pulled them out and spun me around and told me to open up to suck his dick. I could barely get the head inside my mouth. The first guy slapped my ass again and then shoved his dick up my hole in one motion. I tried to scream but couldn't with the huge dick trying to get deeper into my mouth. The first guy wasted no time pulling all the way out, slapping my ass, then going balls deep again and again. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and pulled them up then began jack hammering my hole. The pain was gone as I moaned and pushed back. These two were working me over. I began to shake and my dick drooled precum with every thrust. My eyes rolled back and I lost it. "Yeah white boy! Fuck yeah! Clamp down on my dick. Milk it. You're gonna cum like you never cum before!" He slapped my ass harder and pounded as deep and fast as he could. The second guy held onto my head as he pushed his dick further down my throat. He then slapped my face a couple times and then reached down and squeezed both my nips hard. I started shooting all over the place. My dick throbbed and pumped out my cum. My hole spasmed like never before. Every thrust caused me to blow. "Yeah white boy. Yeah. Take my black seed! Fuck yeah!" He grabbed my hair with one hand pulling me back forcing me to arch my back as he grabbed my throat, squeezing as he pulled back. He began to unload deep inside my hole. I could feel the throbbing of his dick as he froze sweat pouring onto my back. I could only groan in spurts. The second guy remained standing smacking my face with his dick. The first guy let me hair and neck go as he pulled his dick out now spent. He stood up, grabbed his towel, told the second guy I was all his and left the room. "Been told you got some treats in that bag. Why don't you take a couple shards and work them into that hot white hole for me?". He stood there waving his dick and stroking it. I crawled over to the bag and took out two shards. "Get on your back, put those legs up and work them inside your hole", he said. With my hole in his direction I put my legs up and began to push them inside my hole. He stood there moaning and stroking his dick. "Spread those legs nice and wide. Put the pillow under your ass. Get them in nice and deep.". He walked over to the bag and took out 2 more shards, then grabbed my ankles pulling them up over my head, my shoulders on the bed and held them as he pushed the shards inside me with his finger. He probed and tapped on my prostate as I moaned. I reached up and began to play with his nips. He added another finger and worked the two in and out of my now burning hole. He then added a third finger and was more forceful as he worked. He then pulled out his fingers and slapped my ass. In one quick movement he pulled my legs toward him. His dick was at the entrance to my hole. He bent over me and began deep kissing me. Played with my nips and slowly and steadily pushed his dick inside. "Good little white boy. Relax. You're gonna love my monster dick fucking your sweet hole". I began sweating like crazy. He kept pushing and sliding inside. Kissing me. Working my nips. Then he hit my second ring. I winced in pain and pleasure. He jerked his hips and popped in. I started to scream. He covered my mouth with his and deep tongued my throat. He then did several short pumps in a quick motion. I began to feel like I was going to cum. I told him. He just started to long dick my hole. I began shooting again all over the two of us. He laughed. Then his tempo began to quicken. He stood up and pulled me so my ass was hanging just over the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs as wide as he could. He looked down at me and said I was going to love this. He then pulled his dick all the way out and shoved it back balls deep. Again and again he did this. He got faster as he went. I reached up and tweaked his nips as I rolled my head from side to side. I felt like I was going to cum again. I looked up at him and he just smiled and said he knew cause my ass was gripping and milking his dick like crazy. He then jumped up on the bed, squatting over me with my ass now higher and jack hammered my hole. I couldn't control myself yelling for him to dick my ass, fuck it, rape it, pound it. Again I began shooting and groaning. Then he stopped. He kept his dick in my hole as he laid on his side and moved me onto my side. He then lifted one leg up and pulled my chest back a little and began licking my nip and neck. He long fucked me like that in slow full thrusts forever. It drove me crazy. He kept saying to me "there's nothing like black dick fucking white boy hole". He started to then raise my leg higher and pulled it back as he again jack hammered my hole. It was insane. He could feel me tensing up again and said he was close too. He then dropped my leg and again grabbed my ankles spreading my legs wide and really pounded my hole. His sweat dripped all over me. I started to reach down and stroke my dick. He shouted to me to not touch my dick and put my arms up behind my head. I did as he asked and his face turned almost mean looking and he drilled into me harder. His balls slapped against my ass. He then spit in my face and pummeled my hole harder. The bed creaked. I reached my arms up and pushed against the wall to brace myself and push back on him. I arched my back and then literally shook as I felt myself exploding as he moaned loudly and began to unload deep inside my hole. "Awwww, fuck! Shit! Motherfucker! Take my monster black dick! Fuck!", he shouted. He then released my legs and collapsed on top of me, kissing me, stroking my face and hair. "That was some hot white boy ass, gotta say. Where you been hiding?", he said. I told him I was just visiting for the weekend. He stood up and gave me another kiss, and left the room. I was spent. Beyond exhausted. But a huge smile on my face and now a wanting for black dick. I showered and took a cab back to my ex's. When I got there I could hear the shower running. I was still spun as fuck and got worried that my ex would notice. I tried to think about what I was going to say if he brought it up. I headed into the kitchen to hydrate a bit. The shower water went off as I was getting some ice from the ice maker. "Tim? Thought you were working late?" came a voice unknown to me. Tim was my ex's name. Tim had not mentioned a roommate or anyone he was involved in. I said, "Hello? Jay here. Visiting for the weekend." The voice then said, "Oh, hey there. Tim said you were visiting but hadnt seen you since you got here. He told me you were an ex of his. Was disappointed he wouldnt have much time on account of his new job". The voice sounded sexy and masculine. The volume got louder as he spoke and then entered the kitchen totally naked, drying off with his towel. I couldnt help but stare at his body and dick. He was so hot, 6' tall, v shaped, masculine, 40's, toned up, jet black hair, killer smile, goatee, 5 o'clock shadow, nice legs and arms, nips like erasers sitting on a firm chest, light chest hair with a treasure trail over his abs, and a cut dick that appeared to be rising every second.

I try to never rush. I have really good trips to Bathhouses and really slow trips. And because of that I like to bank as much cock up my hole. Cause I may not get more if I'm too greedy for just the load.

Well after yesterday my answer is YES! Over the past six months I've gotten COVID fat and lost my pig, no desire. But it started coming back last week - watching porn, reading this site, pumping and working my tits, etc. All brought me back into heat again. Yesterday a 23 year old hit me up on DaddyHunt. We went back and forth there, then texted. I was surprised how eager he was, made me almost suspicious. He came over in the afternoon. Damn, he was hot/cute. We immediately started making out, he worked my pumped tits, then got naked. To cut to the chase, he fucked me in every position for over an hour. Said he loved everything about me, just the way I am. Kept fucking in my favorite position - doggie style swinging weighted alligator clamps from my tits. The harder he fucked the better they bit and pulled - that's hog heaven for this pig, tit ecstasy! Finally he started to breed me - and breed, and breed, and breed. Damn he just kept going fucking his seed deep into me. It was so fucking great to finally be used and bred again, like I'm meant to be. We then sat and had a long conversation, which is not always the case with a fuckbud. He'll be back, we both agreed on that. More importantly, despite my weight gain and 40 years age difference, he gave me my self-confidence back, has let my inner pig out again. I think I'm gonna be in heat for breedings regularly again now. Oink!!!

PART 17 It ended up taking three days to ge to Ron’s house. They had really worked me over and my hole was just too raw. But by day three, it felt better and i had also had three days to think about it. Three days of lusting for him when i was horny and then guilt when I’m wasn’t. Guilt at knowing i was letting him inside me raw. Guilt that i had pretty much begged him to fuck me, even after he had told me that he was hiv positive and wouldn’t pull out once he was in me. Guilt that i had felt like i just needed his cum inside me, even if he hiv. Maybe even more because he had hiv. And then the guilt would turn to lust and i would relive that moment of him rubbing my hole with his cock head, smearing Precum all over it. Him slowly working his way in until he was sliding in and out, balls deep. Balls deep. Announcing he was ejaculating in my guts, balls deep. Feeling a little stab of pain as his cock punched deep but being so proud to take all of him inside me, to know he gave me all of himself and was as deep as he could be when he shot his cum. When he bred me. I finally understood it. For Ron and Tom and guys like them, i was basically a virgin. And i couldn’t have a baby but i could have hiv. If they give it to me. And every load, every time they let go inside me and pumped their cum into me, they were giving me their cum, the seed that would breed the hiv in my body. And somehow, i seemed to want this baby inside me. But i didn’t. But i kept letting it happen. It only takes one time and i had already taken enough loads to get a room full of guys positive. But i didn’t want it. I kept telling myself that. And this inner battle kept going on for the whole three days. Telling myself this is crazy and stop now and maybe you will be ok. And then obsessing over the feeling of the poppers, of my hole all slick and wet with lube, of the full feeling of a cock inside of me, but mostly of the moment where Tom and Ron were telling me they were cumming. Of that feeling and how powerful it was mentally, how proud i felt for making them cum and for letting their pleasure override the stab of pain when they slid into me. Earning the load mattered. It mattered so much. And even though i felt ashamed when i called him, it didn’t matter. Shame didn’t matter. Ron said he had saved his load knowing i would call. It’s hard to tell just how much those words effected me. How much it made me want to be a good bottom for him. How he had saved it for me and if i pleases him and was good, he would let me have it. And i wanted it. I wanted it more than anything. Ron, who was old enough to be my dad and who had looked me in the eyes and told me had hiv had saved up his load and wanted me to have it again. And i was driving to his house.

I like loose hole. Hairy or smooth, just prefer it natural. I like a lippy cunt, nice big puffy meaty ass lips

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.

Docklands Light Railway. Broad daylight. With the train guard. More impressive was my mate who had a shag behind a mummy case in the Egyptian Room at the British Museum.

I was on my daily hike in the woods. It was an ordinary day. My mind was wondering. I got to thinking about past mistakes. About the meth use from a few years ago I'd fought hard to get past. I was proud of myself, but every time I thought of it there was a sense of longing there. Of wanting to get to the point again. I brushed it off thought. every time. I'd finally gotten my shit together and everyone in my life was so pleased. But inside i felt the call. Do you know the one? The one that says you had it right before and that societally together is boring. It was way more fun to be wild and free. I stopped running. i downloaded grindr for the first time in two years. I kept running. I stopped again ten minutes later and made a profile, took some pics and started chatting. I was now deep in the woods. I kept running. ping. and running. Ping. I checked. Found a guy and exchanged pics. Damn he was hot. Sexy underwear slut. harness pic. nice cock and ass. Within 5 minutes of convo found out he was a partier who was looking. He loved to get wild when he partied. He had stuff and liked to slam. My heart beat. I said yes. I kept running. the run to my car i tried to talk myself out of it. I tried to convince myself it wasn't worth it. But i knew I was going. I knew that It was long past due for me to answer the call. I ran toward my freedom. When I was in my car we talked more. He sent his location. It's amazing how the horniest hookups happen without a ton of chat. I started to drive to him. I was ready. Let me know if you think I should continue.

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!!

I was at a chem fuck buddy’s house and we had been playing for a few hours when we decided t go to Club Z. Before we left, he and his roommate both gave me chempiss enemas and off we went . Somehow, I forgot I had all that piss up my ass, and while we were waiting in line to get into the Z I felt a cramping and I thought I’d let outa fart. Bad idea, I blew all the chempiss into my jeans. It didn’t keep me from going in, however.

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

14 with my best friends dad - late 30s. I wouldn't all it being sodomized though. I wanted him to be the first to fuck me and I went after him. He finally agreed and when the day came, he fingered my ass and to me ready. He very slowly pressed his cock on my asshole and entered me, it didn't hurt at all but I felt real full - he fucked me gently and shot in me. it was all I ever wanted and a great introduction to male on male sex.

I met this incredibly sexy dom top in a sauna in Brighton. After pushing me down on my knees and telling him to suck his cock in a public area. He took me to his room to continue sucking him. Eventually he told me to get on all fours and fucked me raw and unloaded in me. He told me to get back down on my knees to clean him off, then without warning started to piss in my mouth, telling me to swallow every drop. Like a good pig I did as I was told. He eventually became my dom and every time we met he’d tell me to get on my knees and drink his piss before he used my ass. I sure miss him!

Anytime a bathhouse closes, it hurts...even if you haven't visited it. We are losing our ability to have places where male sexual freedom is allowed. Where will men meet to just be men without any outside world interference?

After a couple of encounters with guys from Haiti and the Dominican Republic - decided to visit Santo Domingo and Port-au-Prince - in both cities a nice tip to a front desk clerk/ hotel bellhop and finders fee had these guys working 24/7 to keep my cunt filled with DL horse hung rough trade cock...Rio is the only other place I know of that rough trade horse cock comes so cheap and plentiful...

I was in the center of gay area. Gay guys were outed there, but basically everywhere in the city. I had sex with 40-50 guys in two days, but hardly met guys using condome.

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.

It doesn’t matter to me either way but there is something hotter about not being able to tell who or whatnot is fucking me. Just having to take any and all cocks.

critical care nurse

not been on here in a while as ive been working hard on taking as much POZ AIDS seed in my boy belly as i can

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.

Ditto - you did the right thing for both of you