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I am not sure if it is because we've had warmer than normal weather and it feels like spring, or if I'm just tired of Covid but...I have had a great fuck week. On Monday I met a guy on Grdr and went to his place. He was younger and looking for daddy seed. He left his door open and I came in. He was bent over a bean bag chair naked and ready. My cock sprang to life. I dropped my clothes and started to rub my cock against his ass and hole. He pushed back on me as he was in need of cock and cum. I needed to shoot loads and was hard in a minute. I slid my cock deep inside his hole. I started to pump and fuck his hole. It felt so damn good. Warm and wet. My cock was dripping pre cum inside him because he asked if I had cum. I told him no, but was enjoying his hole and was going to drop my load deep inside. He squeezed his hole milking my cock. I really couldn't hold back. My cock and balls spasm and I started to shoot my load inside. He pushed back on my cock and I pushed deeper inside. He squeezed me and got every drop. We thanked each other and I got dressed and left. On Tuesday I was invite to fuck a "son" with a bear bud of mine. I had initially met the "son" and fucked him 1 on 1 several times. I arranged for the bear and boy to do an initial 3 way some months back. They really hit it off. Kissing sucking fucking. Even when I had to leave they kept going. So now the son goes to see the bear and they do 1 on 1 and sometimes invite me also. (I think I should get a matchmaker fee?) Any way, we both fucked and bred boy over and over and over. He had at least 4 loads in him. Bear is vers and wanted a load from me too. Of course I had to oblige. I fucked and shot a load deep in bear hole. We agreed to do it again in a week or two. Wednesday I had been talking to guy (26yo hottie that loves daddy cock and seed.) and he wanted me to come over and drop a quick load. He said it was his birthday but he had a short amount of time because of work. I walked in and hottie 26yo as naked and ass up. His hole was already lubed and ready for me. I played with his ass and balls. He had a beautiful body and cock too. I slid inside and fucked his hole good. He got on his back and had legs on my shoulders as I pounded him. He looked into my eyes while we were fucking and started jerking off. "pound me hard daddy" he said. "load up your son. I need daddy seed" I pounded his hole hard. My cock spasms began and I exploded deep inside him. His eyes rolled back as he felt my pulsing dick. His cock also started to shoot a huge rope of cum all over his stomach. It felt amazing to be inside his hole as my orgasm was fading and feel his as tighten down on my hard cock when he came. I slowly pulled out missing his hole but he was short on time. I got dressed and left and hope he reaches back out for a replay. Today, I went to a local xxx bookstore because I was horny Again! My cock wouldn't go down. I kept thinking of sex. The more I get the more I want/need. I paid my money and watched a movie. The glory hole was large and a youngish cub came in the the other booth. He motioned for my cock. Immediately, my cock was in his mouth. An amazing, I mean truly amazing mouth and tongue licked and sucked my cock rock hard. I leaned into the hole and let him work on me. It felt so amazing. After a bit I slowly pulled back and asked if he wanted fucked. He said no, he would rather suck. I said ok and back my cock went into that amazing mouth with his tongue swirling around my cock head. Up and down the shaft. I was in heaven. But to be honest I have trouble cumming the way and really wanted to fuck ass. I pulled back and said thanks but I really wanted to fuck. He said ok, lets fuck. He turned around and his ass was up against the hole. My cock was so rock hard. I slid my cock up his crack. I put my cock in his hole. He must have lubed it because I slid right inside. I fucked and pumped. I was loving the feeling. His mouth was amazing but his hole was even better. I fucked and fucked. I couldn't hold back and shot a big load deep inside his hole. He moved back on my dick and pushed me deeper inside as I pushed into him. I stayed inside and neither of us moved. I slowly started to fuck a bit more as my cock softened. I thanked him and thanked me for the load. I got dressed and left. Tomorrow is Friday. I don't know if I'll get any ass or not but, what a week! BH

Part 25 - Forever Foundations On the outside he hadn't changed at all, only his way of thinking and how he felt inside. He thanked Carrington who placed a plate of food down in front of him. Preparing dinner was their first joint effort being together, Charlie picked out the vegetables in the grocery store ignoring all the fancy ones he knew nothing about instead picking the type you could get back in England. Charlie turned out to be a dab hand in the kitchen surprising Carrington that he knew how to cook and did it really well. Carrington stood watching him unable to stop smiling and Charlie attributing most of his skills to his mother and Conrad, explaining how Conrad was an exceptional cook by any standards and taught him the basics. Charlie's initial worry of spending so much time with Carrington had completely vanished, in part he knew a bit about him since their meeting at the manor and spending almost two days being hunted down by him. Charlie put his knife and fork down and took a sip of water, across the table they were watching each other chatting and smiling. The way he felt so ease in Carrington's company finding lots to talk about all culminated in a feeling like they had been together years, where in truth really he knew little about him. "Tonight your mine completely" Charlie said out of the blue staring at Carrington. Carrington sat back in his chair and smiled "Are you surrendering yourself fully to me?". "Yes" Charlie replied then put his head in his hands, "I think I am". "Totally?" Carrington asked. Charlie nodded. Charlie sat forward "Be nice to me, you know I don't know what I am doing" he said. Carrington held Carlie's hand across the table "Slowly, I want to enjoy discovering you". Charlie silently gulped his body already starting to stir from the way Carrington held his hand softly, looking in to each others eyes an unfathomable desire was building and his fingers tingled. It took a moment to realise that these sort of emotions he felt had never been brought to the surface with Serena or anyone else. The effect Carrington had on him warmed his entire body, everything in his life seemed not to matter right now. Charlie stepped in to the bathroom and came out of his daze not even remembering how and when they came upstairs, everything was a happy blur and his reflection in the mirror showed he was undressed with just his underwear on. In the mirror he saw Carrington walk in with his head cocked to one side looking at him. Slowly he made his way towards Charlie who let out a soft pleasing moan feeling the hands of Carrington touching his shoulders and watching him in the mirror. Softly leaning his head back with each tender touch on his shoulder and neck, Carrington never losing sight of Charlie's reaction through his reflection in the mirror. Watching each slow breath he took moaning sweetly, 'Do you trust me?' Carrington whispered in his ear, Charlie nodded gently allowing the hands to roam further around his body. The warmth from Carrington's body passing to him he pressed up closer, the arms circling around his chest, feeling, caressing and touching him softly. Charlie rolled his neck to the side leaning against Carrington's neck and shoulder, the arms around his body slipping further around enveloping him fully. The action was total submission to Carrington, he had finally won Charlie and Carrington knew this immediately from the way his body relaxed into his arms being held tight against him. Carrington looked at Charlie's reflection in the mirror, his eyes half closed and mouth slightly parted. Carrington's cock was already hard and pressed against Charlie's arse. Carrington kissed Charlie's neck feeling the entire body respond pushing back 'I love you Charlie, from the day I first saw you' he said softly in to his ear kissing the lobe and moving back down his soft neck. Charlie's hands moved and held Carrington's arms slowly feeling every inch, a happy sigh when they moved over the large biceps squeezing them to ensure they were real. Charlie spoke quietly 'I tried to deny it Carrington, I can't lie or hide my feelings any more. I love you', his words full of intent and meaning, 'Only you could have done this to me' he said almost admitting it to himself. Charlie turned his neck and kissed Carrington's shoulder feeling the arms gently squeeze him in assurance. Their faces turned to one another and their lips touched briefly, Charlie's mouth opened slightly wider and Carrington rubbed his lips softly against Charlie before extending his tongue and running it across them, Charlie's body heaving in pleasure from the erotic feeling in his body. Charlie giggled softly his sound muted by Carrington kissing him properly, his tongue slipping in and dancing around with Charlie's. Charlie raised his left hand and touched Carrington's neck pulling him harder against his mouth, their bodies touching both perfectly still and frozen in time, only the sound of muted moans coming from both of them sharing their first intimate moment together. The naturalness of the kiss completely freeing Charlie of any doubt he ever had, the question of his sexuality gone, he really felt the strongest love for Carrington. The hands slowly worked down his body, touching sensually as the moved from around his chest down to his waist coming to a rest at the to of his legs. His body slightly trembling from the anticipation of knowing where things were leading. His own hands dangled by his side unsure what he should do with them, the thought quickly evaporating concentrating instead of the mouth locked against his sexing every part of this mouth and tongue. He moaned as Carrington's hands pulled his arse up hard against the unforgiving erection, his fingers tickling the top of his thighs working under the elastic of his underwear and teasingly coaxing them lower. Unwilling to stop Carrington's action he kissed him back harder and felt the underwear pulling free of his own erection then dropping around his ankles. Waiting with baited breath for Carrington to touch him inappropriately, suddenly he found the hands roaming up across his stomach and chest. Charlie found his hands moved back touching Carrington's thickly muscled thighs, his fingers moving over the fabric finding the elastic, his thumb slipping beneath and gently pulling them down. He was unprepared as the underwear fell away from his fingers feeling the full fleshiness of his cock rubbing against his exposed arse. Carrington lifted one leg then the other freeing him from his underwear, Charlie did the same and immediately Carrington's hand moved down to an inch or so above his cock. The fingers played with the light covering of pubic hair, Charlie giggled as best he could with a mouth full Carrington's tongue. He played and toyed with the pubic hair, teasing and pulling it until Charlie grabbed his hand stopping him. Weather by accident or on purpose he couldn't be sure, his hand pushed Carrington's down until it touched his cock and closed around it. Charlie raised himself on tip toes pushing his body back against Carrington and kissing him deeper. The feeling totally strange having a mans fingers holding his cock, not just holding though, they gently rubbed his shaft. Back pulling the foreskin over the head, then forward allowing the head to be covered up in shyness until it was exposed again. Carrington stopped kissing him and smiled his hand releasing from around Charlie's cock, his arm turning Charlie round to face him. Their eyes met and Charlie placed his arms around Carrington's neck and kissed him, his body lifting off the ground with such ease supported by Carrington's powerful arms. His legs coming to rest around Carrington's waist gripping on tightly to prevent him falling. He took one last look in the mirror, his reflection getting smaller being carried in to the bedroom until it disappeared. Charlie unlocked his ankles and Carrington gently let go of him, he put his arms around Carrington hugging him but it was an uncertain tenderness about the way he was acting that caused Carrington to step back and look at him. "You look troubled" Carrington spoke to Charlie bringing his attention back. "I am" Charlie replied. "When I arrived here my life was normal" Charlie said. Carrington knew this was his doing "I can't help that fact I have fallen in love with you". Charlie had an anguished look on his face "Fuck!" he shouted loudly, "Why, how?" he asked. Carrington shrugged "Do you really love me Charlie?" he asked. "Yes, god yes" Charlie replied looking at him, "I need to understand it though". Carrington nodded "Even if nothing happens I will never forget you" he said. Charlie looked at him confused "It sounds like you are finishing before we start". "Sexiest person I have ever met" Carrington said, "But I am not going to force you". "No, no, no" Charlie said pushing Carrington on to the bed. "You promised to marry me, you said it was going to happen" Charlie reminded him. Carrington smiled "Yeah I know, had to do something to try and win you over" he said. Charlie leaned over him "So are you going to make good on your word?" he asked. Carrington looked Charlie in the eyes "Do you want me to?" he threw the question back. "I look really stupid don't I?" Charlie asked looking scared. Carrington stroked Charlie's face "No, I think you need me Charlie" he said softly. "Carrington make good and marry me then" Charlie said almost demanding. Carrington chuckled "No going back Charlie, you are the only man I have ever asked". Charlie nodded. "If we do this it is forever Charlie" Carrington told him. Charlie leaned forward and kissed him "Forever" he said standing up "definitely forever". Carrington grabbed Charlie and pulled him on the bed wrapping his arms around the man he was so desperate to be with. Charlie let out a loud sigh and moan held in Carrington's arms with his fingers lightly dancing across his lower back then softly stroking and feeling his arse. It was certainly different from sex with any girl he had, his body had never been touched so much and he was loving it. Every part of him that Carrington touched made him respond in different ways, his whole body seemed to be completely erogenous in his hands. Unable to contain his erection Charlie rubbed it up against Carrington, the response was Carrington kissing him harder turning Charlie on even more. Carrington rolled Charlie on to his back but unable to prise his legs open. Charlie pushed Carrington up 'Not ready for that' he said looking up at him. Carrington smiled and resumed kissing, Charlie waited until he felt Carrington's body relax then rolled him over. He looked down into Carrington's eyes wriggling his way in between his legs, he smiled and leaned up kissing Charlie 'Trust me this will be easier' he said moving his body and lying on his stomach. Carrington opened a draw and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant, squeezing some out and applying it to his arse he then grabbed Charlie's cock coating. The action caught Charlie by surprise and he closed his eyes moaning loudly enjoying the gentle strokes until Carrington finished, 'Go easy Charlie you're a sizable man' he said softly and settling back down on his stomach. Charlie kneeled between his legs looking at the fine sculptured body lying there waiting for him. His hands moved first touching Carrington's calves and working upwards, the body shifting slightly at his touch, his hands trembling with nerves and leaning forward he kissed Carrington's back several times. Without any thought process he automatically started moving up towards the shoulders, his cock dangling precariously above Carrington's arse moving closer each time he moved up. Charlie softly moaned feeling his cock gliding between the arse cheeks. Carrington raise his head turning and smiling to Charlie, a rush of love taking over his body, hips wriggling until he found the tightness of the clasping around the head of his cock that pushed through the initial resistance. The feeling was so different, so out of this world he just wanted to push all the way in right now. His arms shaking and Charlie desperately tried to regain some control. Holding position he afforded a gentle nudge down, Carrington gasped and moaned lovingly. The smoothness of his cock entering more had him lean down and bite Carrington's shoulder a little too hard leaving an impression. Carrington raise his head turning to look at Charlie 'Control yourself Charlie I am not going anywhere' he softly said using an encouraging sensual tone. Charlie felt his cock pulse gently a couple of times in knowing sign he had pre-cum already. Pushing his hips down again his cock moved further in with ease, 'Oh Charlie' Carrington mumbled from under him pushing his arse up, Charlie pushed down again and felt his entire shaft glide in until he could push no more. His arms giving way and collapsing on top of Carrington and simultaneously thrusting his hips down. Carrington moaned raising his head, his legs banged on the bed 'Argh yes' he cried out to Charlie. His eyes opened wide feeling his cock held in vice like grip, the sensations spinning out of control in his body, just the thought of knowing he was deep inside Carrington made him pre-cum again. Charlie grabbed on to Carrington's arms and laid on top perfectly still fearing he would cum from any further movement. Charlie kissed the side of Carrington's face and slowly wriggled his hips, Carrington turned his head and kissed Charlie, their eyes meeting spoke an unquestionable love, a look that bonded them together. Charlie kissed Carrington's neck and gently moved his hips again, small gentle thrusts that gradually built up. The incredible feeling of laying on top of his muscular body and only having to move his hips felt so amazing. Neither of them in a rush allowed their love making to develop, Charlie taking his time managed to hold back to revel in the sensations. The strangest feeling of all was that his cock was enjoying the sex as much as he was. Something he had never encountered before and it felt amazing, his body having double the sex in very different ways. his body reacting to the sex in his cock, his cock reacting to the sex in his body. His body relaxed freeing him to enjoy the moment, gently sexual caressing with his cock, changing to harder thrusts then easing off and speeding up again. Trying out new techniques but always ending up deep inside Carrington, his body warm and perspiring laid firmly on top of Carrington's feeling the warmth exchanging between them. The subtle and pleasing moans coming from Carrington revealing what he liked allowing Charlie to focus on those moves in particular. Sex had been just sex previously and Charlie was finding with every minute that passed there was so much more to sex. It wasn't just about the orgasm with Carrington it was the connection between them on every level imaginable. Raising himself up on his arms Charlie bore down on Carrington urged on by the way his arse would push up waiting and greeting his cock, 'Oh Charlie fuck me' Carrington begged slipping in to his part Mexican accent. His hips pushed up hard against Carrington's arse grinding and thrusting deeply penetrating. Charlie groaned feeling his balls tingle the rush of adrenaline surpassing normal levels and spiralling out of control in his body. Quicker and harder he fucked, the tingling in his balls moving to a ravaging primal urge to breed. Unable to stop himself the orgasm already spreading through his body he moaned slamming his hips down hard, 'Yes' Carrington cried out 'oh fuck I love you' he cried banging his legs on the bed. He could feel every electrifying pulse and jerk releasing from Charlie's cock relentlessly pumping ribbons of cum in to his arse. Charlie's body froze in a rigid state from the force of his orgasm, moaning that boarded on crying from the way it was tearing through his body. Carrington felt the full weight of Charlie collapse on top of him, quickly grabbing his hands holding them tightly waiting for the body on top of him to relax. The panting, deep breaths, chest heaving lying on top of Carrington in a stunned state of what he had just experienced. Words could not describe how his body felt or what was running through his mind. All he did know was his cock still stood hard and lodged firmly inside Carrington, there was no comprehension of where any of this came from. He felt so elated and continued running his fingers across Carrington's arms, Carrington's head laid to the side watching and smiling but neither one could speak or even find the words to express themselves. His fingers reaching Carrington's palms then fingers and entwining firmly clasping together, that simple act filled Charlie with a love he knew was real. Resting his head down and facing Carrington he smiled kissing him gently on the lips 'I love you Carrington' he whispered softly, his eyes fixed firmly looking deep in to Carrington's. The smile broadened across his face moving closer to Charlie until their lips touched, fingers squeezing to reinforce their love and an ensuing kiss that lasted minutes. By morning Charlie woke to find himself still in Carrington's arms, having had the best nights sleep in ages helped by the warmth of the body and arms that held him all night. Carrington tightened his hold and pulled Charlie on to of him. Charlie let out a happy giggle 'Morning he mumbled. Carrington smiled stroking Charlie's back and kissing him tenderly 'We have plenty of time to explore sex when your ready' he said almost as if he could read Charlie like a book. 'Thank you' Charlie replied, hearing the words helped to relax his body and revel in the feeling of Carrington's body and touch. The occasional fondle took place amongst the kissing, there was no doubt that Charlie got ever more aroused just by their skin touching and laying close together. The way he caressed Charlie and ran his fingers over his arse was new but incredibly enjoyable, interaction playing both ways, eyes only for each other. Giggling. Smiling. Kissing. He knew a time was looming when Carrington would want to make love to him, a couple of days ago it would have worried the hell out of them. Not anymore though, he could see Carrington was a sensible and considerate person and would be able to explore things at his own pace. For now, he was well seduced in to fucking Carrington and wanted to do it again. Carrington got out of bed still holding Charlie and carried him to the bathroom putting him down in the shower, patting his arse several times and having a squeeze. Carrington left him to shower whilst he put some coffee on. In the kitchen Carrington pulled his mobile phone out and twisting it around in his hand looking at it, sighing he put the phone down on the counter and put some coffee on to brew. Picking the phone up again he was fighting himself inside, maybe he should tell Charlie first. One thing for sure was his parents would appear if he broke the news to them, no matter if he told them not to come they would ignore Carrington and turn up anyway. He put the phone down again thinking that Charlie may not be ready for full force of his parents and the subtle way of judging his new boyfriend. After all Joey had not impressed them and gave Carrington a clear warning to get his head out of the clouds and see him for the gold digger he was. Then there was the whole issue of moving to England, he owed them everything and that was the hardest part around his reluctance to move. Carrington opened the group chat with his parents and started typing 'Please don't panic or do anything rash but I am sure I have found the one, he flew over from England to find me. I need some time' he stopped typing hearing Charlie's footsteps softly padding down the staircase. Turning the phone in his hand to hit the close button his finger accidentally swiping the send button firing off the message to his parents without him knowing. Opening his eyes and looking up the sky he could hear the sound of the river gently flowing close to where they laid. Rubbing his wrist the clanging of the chain from the handcuff Joshua sat up and looked at Aaron. In the subsequent days since their altercation in the room Joshua refused to speak to Aaron, the silence between them sometimes erupting in to a tempestuous argument. Aaron was still seething from the attack Joshua did, he had got tested and confirmed he had been exposed. Given PREP to take in the hope it would stem the infection getting hold he played it down with Joshua, he wasn't about to let him know and give him the upper hand. Angry as he was with Joshua he found it a rather devilish act that strangely made him admire him more. Joshua was allowed out for a walk twice a day chained to Aaron, finally calming down and talking more with Tanner it was seen as progress. He hated being cuffed to Aaron, part of him behaved knowing what Aaron was capable of. Aaron on the other hand took no notice of Joshua and treated him like a dog on a leash, constantly looking at his watch waiting for the hour to be up and drag him back to the room. When they did look at each other Joshua would produce an evil smirk that wound Aaron up. A game that Joshua found amusing but also knew when to stop it before any retaliation happened, he knew he had met his match with Aaron who could easily bring him down if he wanted to. Joshua felt his arm being tugged as Aaron stood up partly dragging Joshua with him back to the estate house. Reluctantly with no choice he followed back to his room, as usual Aaron forced Joshua on to the bed holding him down whilst Sven unlock the cuff around Joshua's wrist. Joshua instantly flipped on to his stomach and wait for Aaron to look at him whilst closing the door, he grinned rubbing his crotch at Aaron. The moment the door locked Joshua laughed, Aaron heard him and would smile walking away behind Sven. Sven turned to Aaron noticing the smile "What are you smiling about?" he asked. Aaron winked "Him, cute piece of British ass" he replied. Sven tutted walking towards the stairs "He is cute but not my type". Aaron laughed "Not old enough for you" he replied. Sven smiled and nodded. "You on the other hand seem to be enjoying him" Sven said standing at the top of the stairs. Aaron patted him on the shoulder "He plays a good game, not as good as me" he said confidently. "You reckon, £100 says you can't win him over" Sven said offering his hand. Aaron rubbed his chin "Deal" he said shaking Sven's hand, "How do I know if I have won though?". Sven laughed "Get him to be your boyfriend" he said walking down the stairs laughing. "Very funny" Aaron replied chasing him, "You drive a hard bargain but you got a bet dude". "If I do it will be for real though" Aaron said heading to the kitchen. Sven turned and shouted after him "Somehow I believe you". Over the following days Tanner was getting through to Joshua bit by bit, opening up and finally admitting to himself more than anything that his desire to possess was borne out of his own insecurities around love. His experiences of growing up around a father who was possessive and then to experience a string a dead end sexual encounters affected his way of thinking. He saw love only as a means to own and control an item irrelevant of what it was. Gradually a trust built up and Tanner even allowed Joshua to join him for dinner several times and walk in the grounds without being handcuffed to Aaron but always with Aaron and Sven by his side. On the third day of his so called freedom the thought of escaping had crossed his mind, without knowing where he actually was he could only assume the estate was in the UK somewhere. He had ample chance of making a run for it and when the time was right he couldn't bring himself to do it. A failed attempt would probably result in him being drugged again and shackled to Aaron for his walks. He was the most part a prisoner here, a prisoner in a beautiful room that was now being well looked after. Then there was Aaron, his ever so quiet rapist as he called him. Undoubtedly there was sparks, both aggressive as each other and they say opposites attract he mused. Sven took a phone call and had to return to the estate house, he produced the handcuffs standing in front of Joshua. "Do you really need them?" Joshua asked looking at him, "I promise not to do anything". Sven smirked "Okay, you know the walls are too high to scale" he said putting them away. "He won't run for it, he doesn't want to be drugged up anymore" Aaron added glancing at him. "Can we go sit by the river?" Joshua asked Aaron, "I find it relaxing". Aaron chuckled "As long as you don't try to jump in, it is cold and the current strong". Joshua looked at him "I am not a complete twat" he replied looking annoyed. Sven laughed walking off and glancing back a few times to make sure Aaron was okay with him. Aaron kept very close to Joshua walking along the front of the house and across the perfectly manicured lawns and flower beds, the sight instantly reminding him of Conrad and wondering what he was doing right now and if he was still with that othe young lad. Weirdly the thought filled him with dark happiness, dark for the things he put Conrad through, but the happiness from the nights they spent together after meeting. His hand constantly brushing against Aaron's started to linger with each brush. Joshua glanced at him every time it happened. Aaron paying no attention to it got him a little pissed off and on the next brush he grabbed Aaron's hand and held it. Aaron still paid no real attention to Joshua but he felt Aaron's hand responding and holding his firmly. Inside he was smiling and tried to stop it showing on his face acting normally as they walked down to the banks of the river. Joshua let go and laid down on his back. Aaron sat next to him watching for any sudden movements. Seeing him in the sunlight and appearing relaxed, Aaron was seeing a true side to him, a very natural look that was captivating and taking his breath away. Joshua laid there with his eyes closed in tranquillity and breathing steadily, a trick Tanner had taught him a couple of days ago, it helped clear his mind and process thoughts with greater clarity. He could imagine and feel the river in his head and sense the closeness of Aaron. his hand moved across and touched Aaron's arm, slowly he stroked it and glint of a smile broadened across his mouth. Aaron glanced down at his arm then at Joshua, the sight overwhelming him. Aaron leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips then abruptly sat up again unsure what had come over him. Joshua licked his lips and murmured lightly not wanting to make a big thing out of it. It was a pleasant unexpected surprise, Joshua put his hand down his shorts placing it over his cock feeling the warmth from his erection and returned to his steady breathing. Aaron fighting the temptation to kiss him again, gone was the urge to rape him again only to be replaced by an affection that bolted through Aaron almost taking the legs from under him. No matter how or what he thought of Joshua he simply loved the cocky arrogance and weird accent of this sexually attractive guy. Aaron tapped Joshua on the arm telling him they had to get back to the house, he helped Joshua to his feet who looked at him briefly then turned to face the estate house. Aaron walked by his side and this time he took the reigns and held Joshua's hand tightly all the way back to the house. Instead of heading back to his room Aaron escorted him to one of the lounges. "Tanner will see you in here" Aaron informed Joshua letting go of his hand. Joshua nodded "You trust me not to break anything then?" he asked with irony. "No, but Tanner has trust in you so don't ruin it " Aaron replied with a little sarcasm. Joshua looked at him "You don't trust me do you?" he asked. Aaron grinned "No" he leaned forward and kissed Joshua on the lips, "Not yet anyway". Joshua stood with a silly shy grin on his face that Aaron had never seen before. He chuckled and left the lounge with Tanner walking in through the opposite door inviting Joshua to sit and take tea with him, already Tanner noticed a stark difference in Joshua this morning. He knew all about that evening and warned Aaron to tread carefully and not to put himself in any dangerous situation with him. After two hours calmly talking Joshua had broken down, the touchy subject of his father's possessiveness paved the way for him to open up more. Anger at the subterfuge used by his father growing up, the constant guilt trips and suppression all melted over years resulting in the Joshua that sat in front of Tanner. He sat there pouring another cup of tea for Joshua allowing him to release all his anger and frustration. Tanner called for Aaron and waited whilst Joshua reflected and wiped his eyes. "Aaron take Joshua out for a walk and then join us for lunch" Tanner said standing up. Aaron could see the upset in his eyes "Come on Joshua" he said taking his hand. Aaron squeezed it comfortingly taking him outside where they walked in silence through the gardens stopping and sitting down in the herb garden at the back of the estates kitchen. Joshua was still pretty upset and in turmoil from his conversation with Tanner leaned his head against Aaron's shoulder staring blankly at the river. Aaron looked at him noticing his eyes full of water and a tear trickling down over his cheek, sitting in absolute silence was a broken Joshua. Aaron lifted his arm carefully putting it around Joshua's shoulder holding him. The sight almost distressing Aaron out had seen this before with other patients, only this one didn't have the comfort of anyone to help him through this part of the process. Sometimes he wondered if Tanner had a sixth sense to detect when a person was at their most vulnerable, it certainly seemed that way today the way he treated Joshua so warmly. Right now he was happy to be Joshua's rock to lean against and would help him on his recovery. Deciding on a long weekend Carrington stretched in bed on his back turning his head making sure Charlie was still there. Fast asleep and by his side filling his heart with happiness was Charlie, so far every morning he had to check to ensure if was not a figment of his imagination. So happy he wanted to bounce his feet under the sheet, instead he controlled himself and settled on just being able to watch him sleep. Saturday mornings just couldn't get any better he thought to himself, he was making plans on showing Charlie around for the next three days until his train of thought of interrupted by his message alert going off. His phone was on the other side of the bedroom and he couldn't be bothered to go and look since it would wake his man up. The noise stirred Charlie from his sleep and instantly sensing Carrington in bed his hand moved across touching Carrington and making him jump a little. Finding Carrington's nipple he pinched and pulled making Carrington roll over close giggling 'Cuddles' Charlie said in his sleep voice. Carrington kissed him on the head placing his arm and leg over Charlie allowing him to get close. Within minutes they were both fast asleep again.

CHAPTER 8 Glen and I showered, dried ourselves, and left the Y. The drive to his home was short. He had a ground floor one-bedroom apartment in a large Victorian era home that had been subdivided. We were greeted at the front door by his German shepherd. Glen introduced us with Fritz standing down his guard once he inspected me. We walked through to the kitchen where Glen got us a glass of water which we both drank then headed off to his bedroom. Following suit, by the time we reached his bedroom, we both were almost completely naked once more. We met in a strong embrace and kissed deeply. I broke the kiss and began kissing and licking all over Glen. I moved over his neck, shoulders, pits, nipples, and his stomach going further down until I reached his navel. Glen had maneuvered me to the edge of his bed. I sat on the edge as my mouth sought out the tip of his cock along with the full length which had been rubbing all over my crotch, balls, and thighs. I took the head of his cut cock gently in my mouth and began working my way down the shaft of it. Slowly I made my way downward until my nose was buried deep in his dark brown hair. I felt as if the back of my throat was going to be punctured by this first cock that I had ever sucked. I held my head still as I heard Glen breathe out in short quick spurts of air. My head swooned over the sensation. And, then, doing as I had felt, I began servicing Glen's cock in the same way as he had done to my cock in the steam room. With a little practice, I learned how to keep my teeth off his cock which allowed me to finally pick up the pace of my sucking. Glen and I both were soon moaning with great passion and pleasure at what was happening. Periodically I would slow down or stop and look upwards at Glen wanting to tell him that he was the first man with whom I had ever had sex. I wanted to run out into the streets and shout it at the top of my lungs but knew I would not. Faster my mouth went down and back on his cock. Our grip on the other grew tighter as we knew what eventually would happen. And as I had done, Glen gripped my head and began now to plow his cock in and out of my mouth. I did the best to prepare myself for my first cum load in my mouth. I knew what cum tasted like as Glen had shared my own with me. The level of excitement and urgency was rising for both of us. "AHHHHHHHH!" Glen let loose with a loud cry as the first deposit of his balls landed at the back of my throat coating it with the warm white globule that was all the essence of him. His DNA continued to drench my throat coating all of the surfaces of the back of my mouth. The globules melted and drained down my throat as well as forward into my mouth and especially on my tongue where I finally tasted him. Glen's slightly salty ball mucous drove me into a frenzy. He had gripped my head to pump my mouth so that he would reach that point of no return as I had gripped his thighs imitating him. I snorted through my nose but kept my mouth closed not wanting to leak a single drop of this man's manna. Glen began to shake and quiver as the last vestiges of his dozen or more blasts settled into my mouth. I knew I needed more. Our breathing slackened. I felt Glen's DNA melting in my mouth from the gooey texture to a liquid. What drained down my throat was an excellent fluid. Slowly I pulled backwards until I felt only the head of his cock in my mouth. I eased downward with his now flaccid man tool and let it gently escape from me swinging gently backwards coming to rest on his pendulous balls and sac. Glen pulled me upwards where we positioned ourselves with his arms around my waist and my arms around his neck. As before but reversed, our lips met and opened. Glen began scooping out his ball juice as I made every effort not to swallow. Glen backed me slowly so that my body now had to move backwards onto the bed. Carefully, oh, so carefully, we positioned ourselves on the bed arranging our bodies so that I was on top of Glen. Now, the transfer could be completed and was. We continued to kiss and swap his ball juice until Glen began once more to take the lead. He rolled me to our sides after having taken as much of the fluid we had in our mouths into his mouth. I obeyed every gentle movement he made responding as he wanted me until I found myself kneeling with my head at the head of the bed. Glen was behind me kneeling. Neither of us spoke a word. I felt four of Glen's fingers at my ass hole pressing inward. A small amount of liquid dropped onto my hole which he quickly lubed his fingers with and began pressing once more. Twice more he repeated this process until at last I felt those fingers pressing inward with ease and my sphincter opened up with a little stubbornness. He continued to push his fingers in my ass until he reached the second knuckle. Now I could feel him pulling his fingers wide opening my hole. I moaned gently in contentment, approval, acceptance, and most of all encouragement. My head was spinning as a tornado. Glen placed his mouth directly over my hole and parted his lips. I felt the liquid drain from him into me dripping slowly after an initial torrent of fluid. Once more with greater satisfaction and now encouragement, I moaned louder and heaved my body gently upward in expectancy of more. I could feel Glen's tongue now moving from his mouth and into the hole that he had created. More and more of his spent cum he ladled into my ass until there was no more. Glen drove his tongue as deep as he could in my now fully stretched open ass. My head began swimming and spinning even more. All I could think was "ecstasy". Finally, Glen removed his tongue from my hole and gently pulled his fingers out of me. I felt abandoned. He moved silently adjusting both of our positions until we lay next to each other with his left arm under my neck and right arm around the trunk of my body. I cuddled into his arms feeling secure and sated yet still aroused wanting more. We looked at each other. I saw Glen's eyes gleaming as I was sure that my eyes were equally telling him how I felt. "You know, that was if not the hottest sex I've ever had it was certainly at the top." He smiled. "Without a doubt," I said, "it was the best sex I've ever had." Why lie? I smiled broadly. We talked on sporadically. I let him set the pace of conversation. General and mundane yet always seeming to return if not directly to the topic of sex then indirectly. My rational thinking process was gone being caught up in the moment of what had happened and was still taking place. I paid little attention to what he was saying or asking but replied honestly but briefly until Glen suddenly became silent looking at me intently.

4. The Skeleton's Pipe "Come on," Seth said, motioning for me to follow him. I was still stuck in the sling, and I didn't have any idea how I got out of it. I did my best, and managed to climb out with some grace. Jon was watching me and smiling. He had gotten rid of the tank top; his muscles were now framed by a dark maroon leather harness. His muscles and face were highlighted with red now. He still looked like a devil, and the transformation was stunning. I would have gladly sold my soul just for the briefest taste of his cock. "You're really hot," he said. I stood up from the sling, and under Jon's careful gaze, my knees buckled and I fell on my ass. "Here," he said, offering me his hand. He was trying not to smile. I grabbed it, and he pulled me back up, and right up against him. His body was hard and hairy and warm, and I loved how it felt pressed against me. "We're going to have so much fun today," he said, before leaning in and giving me a long kiss. "Leo?" Seth asked; he was a little annoyed by Jon's flirting with me. "Yes," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. He turned to me. "So much fun," he said, before turning back to Seth. "He's in the library. Told him to get comfortable." "How many are we expecting tonight?" "Maybe twenty," Jon said. "I'll get enough," Seth said. "Sounds good." Jon finally released me, gave me a slap on the ass, and pointed me towards Seth. I followed Seth; he hadn't bothered to put on any clothes; I was a bit self conscious of wearing little more than a jockstrap. Although, the way my hole was twitching for more dick was far more embarrassing to me. "Here," Seth said, stopping in front of an old, heavy oak door. He saw me staring at it. "JP saw it in France, and had to have it. Anyway, Leo's really cool. You'll like him." He opened the door; it was even thicker than I expected. The room was dimly lit, and lined with books. In the middle was a large table, surrounded by leather chairs. In one corner, was another leather sofa and armchair, along with the seemingly ubiquitous small bar. Sitting on the sofa was a human skeleton. "Damn," Seth said. The skeleton got up; as he moved, I realized he just had a drawing of a skeleton done in black across his skin. I could see the slight bleed of the ink on the skin; it was just a costume. "That's amazing." "I know," the skeleton said. He was nearly six feet tall, and had a hairy chest, and with a light brown goatee. He was wearing a jock strap although I could see the outline of a thick dickhead through the fabric. "A customer is an artist and did it for me in exchange for a teener." "It's really hot," Seth said. "This is Kenta," he continued, pushing me forward to Leo. "He's a new friend of ours. And Kenta, this is Leo, a long time friend of ours." "In other words," Leo started, smiling. "I'm their dealer. Pleased to meet you." He looked me over. I tried not to blush as he spun me around, and stared at my ass. "And I'm very happy to meet you," he said. He turned to Seth. "He parties?" "Just starting out," Seth said. Leo had grabbed my ass, and I had arched my back. It was almost a reflexive reaction; ad it felt like the right thing to do. I wanted to show off my ass to Leo. Seth chuckled, and continued. "He likes you." "He's a nice one." Leo turned me back around. "You like to blow clouds?" he asked. "Blow clouds?" I asked. I had seen that in guy's profiles online. But I had never asked what it meant. "You've never partied with tina before, have you?" Seth asked. "Tina? No." I felt like a prude in front of these men. "But I could try?" I asked. He two men smiled as I said it, and I knew it was the right thing to do. I hadn't chickened out in front of them. "That's the spirit," Leo said. He sat back down and patted the sofa next to him. "Join me. I'll get you started. Then, if you like it, we can do some more." I got on to the sofa. The skeleton ink on Leo's face was a bit unnerving. It was both scary and exciting, a bit like the entire night had been. "And you?" Leo asked, turning to Seth. "What's the day's order?" "How much for fifty?" "Two point five," Leo replied. From his backpack, he had pulled out a cigar torch, and a long pipe made out of clear glass. At one end was a sphere with a small opening at the top. "This is a glass pipe," Leo said to me. "1750," Seth replied. "Two," Leo said to Seth. "Done. Let me get that for you." "And this one, he'll be on the house." "Perfect," Seth said. "You take care of him." Seth walked to a back corner of the library, walking through a shelf of books weirdly ajar. "Watch," Leo said. "And then I'm going to shot gun you." I nodded. I had done a shot gun a few times with my ex-boyfriend. It was a good excuse to make out. Leo held the torch under the pipe. "Keep the bowl low. And not too hot," he said. The white crystals in the bowl began to melt, and quickly, the bowl filled with a thick white cloud. "And then, slowly inhale," he said, as he put the pipe to his lips. He inhaled, always letting the bowl stay full. His body shuddered as the drugs filled his lungs. I was scared. The evening was going faster and further than I had expected, but, at the same time, it felt great. Jon, JP, Cal, Seth, and now Leo, they were all hot men, and I wanted each of them inside me. Now, one of them was offering me a hit of some new drug. I hadn't thought to ask what it really was, before he leaned, pressed his lips against mine, and exhaled. I took his hit. There was a slight chemical taste to it, and maybe a trace of bitterness. But then his tongue pressed into my mouth, and I could only taste his tobacco residue. It didn't matter. I wanted anything he gave me, from the diaphanous cloud soaking into my lungs, to his tongue, and hopefully soon his cock. "Now hold it for a second," he said, as he broke off the kiss. He hadn't given me the whole hit; he immediately exhaled a thick cloud. He reached down with one hand and adjusted himself. "God damn. This stuff makes me so horny." My empty, hungry asshole twitched in agreement. I had done only one hit of the drug, but already, I felt my mind racing. Before I did the hit, I was horny. Now, sexual pleasure defined my very being. All I wanted was to fuck, and I had to fuck as many men as possible. "You can exhaled," Leo said. "I can tell. You really like that?" I exhaled the hit. It seemed small compared to what Leo had just exhaled. "That's a good beginning," Leo said, acknowledging just how little I had done. "Now it's time for one on your own." Before I could say anything, he stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Let it first warm up," he said. He held the torch under the bowl, and it quickly crackled and smoked from the heat. "Now, inhale slowly. Don't stop until I tell you too." I followed his instructions, letting the thick cloud fill my lungs. I had felt really comfortable and connected earlier, and now this was making me feel sleazy and slutty. Getting fucked by Leo was inevitable, and I welcomed it. "Keep on," Leo said, pushing me on only my second hit. Finally, Leo pulled the torch away. He let me inhale for a few more seconds, and then took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, before sticking the pipe in his own mouth, and inhaled. We both held our hits for a while, savoring how the chemical was making us feel. "That's good," he finally said, and we exhaled. "How do you feel?" he asked me. "Really good," I said. It was hard not to play with myself. I was so horny all of a sudden. "Really, really horny." "That's natural," he said. He was playing with his bulge again. "Nothing gets me harder than a bit of crystal." "Crystal?" I asked. "Yeah. Tina. Crystal. Same thing," Leo said. I had heard about crystal. It was a horrible drug that would wreck your life. But that was nothing like what I was feeling. This wasn't what people had told me, and now I wasn't sure what to think. Leo helped me think. "Want one more hit?" he asked. "I'm going to do one." "Sure," I said. We repeated the same ritual, Leo with the lighter, me with the pipe. It felt good. So did the second one we did right after that. "Fuck," I finally managed. I had been rubbing my dick through the jockstrap. I was really turned on, but yet, my dick was stubbornly soft. Leo noticed. "Yeah. Tina-dick. It happens. Don't worry about it." I was leaning back a bit, arching my back so I could play with my hole. "Can I?" Leo asked, as he reached down and ran a finger around my hole. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Fuck," I repeated. He was teasing my hole, and pressing his finger, before pulling it back out. "See you've already been fucked," he said. He held up his finger; I could see a glob of white spunk at the tip. He licked it up. He savored the sperm, then smiled. "Yeah. Seth," he said. "Fuck I want to get inside you." He reached down and pulled his dick out. It was at least as thick as Seth's cock, and an inch longer. I was glad that Seth had opened me up. "Another hit," he said. "Before you take this." "Yeah," I said. "Please." "Get on my lap first," Leo said. He helped me get in to position. I was kneeling over him, and the tip of his cock was just brushing against my hole. It tickled my hole. I tried to lower myself onto his dick, but although it was plenty hard enough, Leo grabbed and stopped me. "Not yet. Let's do a hit." He put the pipe in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. It heated quickly. "Now," he said. I inhaled like he had taught me, slow and steady, letting the thick clouds fill my lungs. "That's it. It's gonna feel really good." I sucked a bit more, then he took the pipe from me. "Hold that while I do my hit." Leo took several long draws on the pipe, as I held my breath. "Now," he said. I exhaled. Leo grabbed my waist, and just as had emptied my lungs, pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled his hit into me; I was so starved for oxygen that I took it. At the very same time, Leo was pressing his cock into me. I tried to gasp, but he still had his lips against mine. His cock filled me up. He was thick and hard, and there was a bit of discomfort as I struggled to get used to it. But then the most recent hits of crystal started to kick in. It reminded me how much I loved getting fucked, and how good it felt to be finally fucking raw. It was hard to reconcile how good I was feeling with all the messages I had gotten growing up. Sex felt amazing. Crystal was amazing. Bareback was safe. Plus, dear god, bareback felt so much better. There was no way I could have taken Leo with a rubber. But raw, it was like a dream. Finally, Leo released his lips from mine. I immediately exhaled, and it was a thick white cloud of crystal. "Fuck," I moaned, as Leo's curly brown pubes tickled my ass. "Fuck," I repeated. "Hell yeah," Leo said. We kissed. His bushy goatee was surprisingly soft against my face. "Hot hole." He slid out a few inches, then pressed back in. In the quiet of the library, I hear Seth's sperm slosh around Leo's dick. "Well," Seth suddenly said. I turned, and he was standing there with a thick envelope. He was stroking his dick with his other hand. "Looks like you guys are getting to know each other." "Yeah," Leo said. "Fucking hot hole." "And wet, sounds like," Seth said. "Oh, yeah," Leo said. He slid his dick another inch into me. My toes were curling in pleasure; I didn't care that the host of the party was watching me get fucked by a guest. I didn't care that I was blindingly high. I didn't care it was the second raw cock I had taken. I just loved that I was getting fucked. "He's hungry." "Yeah. Hey. I've gotta deal with something. It's all here. And you give the boy what he needs." He put the envelope on top of Leo's backpack, then leaned in and kissed me. "I'll be back soon enough. You and Leo have a good time." "Yeah," I said. I turned back to Leo, who was smiling at me. "I know what you need," he said, as Seth stepped out of the library, and closed the door behind him. "Just fuck me," I said. I clenched my ass around his cock. It felt like it was meant to be there. "Another hit, and a then good, hard fucking," he said. "Please," I said. "Just give it to me."

I've been to a lot of free conventions, but for the most part I was there to meet people, and I've never been much of a party guy, so I never bothered trying to get invited to any however, at MFF a while ago, somebody was hosting and basically begged me to show up because they know I'm a dedicated top with a big fat dick and they wanted to make sure there was a good top to bottom ratio. I figured, what the hell, might be fun. I don't know how many of you have ever been to one of these things, but there's a lot of guys who are, to say the least, a little sexually shy. Which is fine, I tend to be a soft top so it's fun for me to ease a guy in and give him some gentle attention. When I got there, I was basically the first one to arrive, although a furry known for being a slut was already there and before I even realized it the host was balls deep in the guy, dropping off a load. I got to go next, and I asked how long he wanted me to be inside of him, since I tend to have pretty good stamina, and he told me he just wanted a quick dump and go. Nice ass, so I gave him what he asked for and moved on. A few more guys came in, there were mostly tops, the bottoms for whatever reason ended up mostly being late, and it took a while before things really got going. But it wasn't too bad, a lot of guys were shy, but enough of them were interested to come up to me and ask for things. Got to do some leash and collar, which I love, got him calling me Daddy, which I love, even got to do some spanking and cropping and pup play. After a while I started to get tired so I just laid down on one of the beds, and guys basically took turns coming up to suck me off. Which was very very nice. Nothing like some of the wild and crazy parties I read about on other threats, but I'm still really missing the fact that I won't be able to do it again this year. Especially since MFF falls on my birthday, or near to it, almost every year. I just love the way I can make a boy smile by dumping a load deep inside of him, and I love how furries are, while usually pretty shy, perfectly willing to let me dive into them beare and not even ask for my name by the time I'm done unloading into them. Hell, they don't even ask me to take off my fursuit head. Anyone else go to a furry convention party? Anyone else interested and potentially setting one up once furry conventions are a thing again? Like I said, I'd love to host one.

CHAPTER 7 Glen led the way back inside turning to his left immediately taking two steps then turning to face me as I entered. I took one step heading to my seat when he reached out touching my arm. I stopped. He took a few small steps backward pulling me with him. He finally must have felt a heel hitting the tile stopping his backward movement. He knelt immediately still pulling me in his direction until I was directly in front of him. He looked up at me and smiled as his head moved forward until he sensed where his mouth was. He lowered his head a little as he opened his mouth swallowing the head of my dick and then moved his mouth upward swallowing the entire length of my cock until his nose was pressed into my black pubic hairs. I shivered from excitement, his physical touch, and the danger of being caught. He moved his hands to my hips and gripped me lightly to steady himself. He began swirling my cock around in his mouth. I responded by growing almost instantly to full erection. Without hesitating, Glen began withdrawing and inserting my cock in his mouth varying his speed but never stopping. More and more he slid my cock in and out of his mouth. My head was spinning. I had never felt such physical arousal and sensation. Glen had increased his sucking rhythm again. Now, with each in and out, I felt my balls beginning to climb higher in my sac and the urge to shoot my load of cum. I knew the sensation of cumming and the tell-tale signs--I just had never shot my load in this fashion. As if a switch had been flipped, I placed my hands gently on Glen's head and began to stroke my cock in and out of his mouth. Glen complied with my urgency and moaned his acceptance. Faster and faster I began my piston action. We both were in sync and knew what was going to happen. My breathing became harder partly from the steam but I knew more from the sexual excitement and arousal that I was feeling. My hips needed no training; they knew exactly what to do: pull back so far and push forward so far. It was an automatic reflex for this beginner. Then, that deep down to my toes feeling overcame my entire body. The energy exploded upwards and with a final thrust of my cock I buried it as deeply in Glen's mouth as I could. I was racked with great shudders of arousal as the sexual pressure built in me as if a huge volcano was about to explode. The magma of my thick white goo continued to be stirred by the slapping of my balls against Glen's chin. I upped my tempo increasing the pressure on my balls to shatter the safety valve on them. I now needed this volcano to explode releasing the cum out from its deep hiding place. Once more I pulled my cock back out of Glen's mouth for a momentary reprieve then thrust it fully in his mouth holding it there as finally the explosion took place. Without ever needing to measure, I knew I had produced the largest of all cum loads in my life. I felt the race up through my body compacted in that interstate of tubing that connected my balls to my cock. This globule of white goo almost hurt as it flowed through me at light speed. When this blob of white DNA goo hit my cock I reflexively moaned loudly. I had gripped Glen's head with both my hands as if they were a vise. He mimicked me by holding my hips in the same grip. A paroxysm of eruption hit the piss hole of my cock splattering the white glue-like molten matter all over the throat of Glen who took up my moan in a baritone pitch that vibrated through my fully inserted cock. I shuddered heavily. I stood and Glen knelt as my now straining cock bombarded his throat as my balls made their final climb to their maximum upward crawl spewing out their contents for additional barrages of my nectar. He held me tight as I did him. Each of us determined to fulfill our roles. My mind was too numb to count the bombardment but Glen told me later I had blasted him with at least nine thickly rounds of cum before slacking off in volume. He also told me later that he was stunned at the volume and number of shots fired by me but was determined he was not going to lose any of them. When the last volley had been fired, we steadied ourselves breathing heavily as if we had just been in hand-to-hand combat and won. My head was swimming requiring my hands to remain on Glen's head. Our heavy breathing began to slow. The steam had continued to hiss in through the vents. I looked down at Glen as he looked up at me. For my part, I mentally recorded that what I had heard at school was right and smiled. Glen gently began pressing his lips tightly around my now deflated cock and slowly pulled his mouth backwards off my cock draining whatever vestiges of my cum remained in my piss tube. When he reached the head of my cock, he stopped momentarily, then, ceremoniously pulled completely off me. Glen glanced up and rose to full height standing over me by about three inches or so. I looked up and into his eyes as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms about his neck. We looked at each other for only a split second until without prompting we both tilted our heads, leaned forward pressing our lips together, and closed our eyes as our mouths opened in a passionate kiss. Glen's tongue commanded entry. I obeyed. Glen invaded my mouth with his tongue as I had invaded his with my cock. I soon felt a flood of liquid pouring from him into me. My eyes popped open frantically searching his open eyes asking without words what was happening as he kept our lips firmly sealed as he continued to drain this fluid into me. Seconds required my brain to realize that this was the liquified remnants of my sperm that I had only a short time before deposited in his mouth. My eyes lit up in comprehension and once more we closed our eyes swapping this fluid between us until at last there was little left. We stood there embracing, then, opened our eyes and slowly pulled apart. "I've never done that before," I said quietly. "It was hot." "I hope you don't have any plans. I would love to take you home with me for a repeat and more if you would want." "I've got a room upstairs if. . . . " I began. "No. Non-guests aren't allowed upstairs," Glen said. "Once with you just isn't enough." "Let's go, then," I said.

A guy was fucking me and said “you’re going to take me loads tonight and Anton else I can get to come fuck you, you’ll take their loads too.” It was the first time a guy whored me and I spent the night getting fucked by whoever he invited over.

I went to get my iPad off the charger this morning around 6:45 and saw I had a Grindr message from this hot, young, black top who I have been chatting with. He generally isn't looking until 3 or 4 in the morning which is way past my bedtime, so we haven't been able to connect. He asked me if I was free and looking. I told him I needed to clean out if he wanted to fuck. He said he was already out driving around, so he didn't care if I wasn't completely clean. I knew it would make me late for work, but I went for it. He showed up less than 5 minutes later. I brought him into the bedroom, and we got naked. He has that skinny teenage man physique - 5'10" and no more than 130 lbs. His skin is dark, dark black and smooth. His cock is long (8" or more), but only average thickness. He lay back on the bed, and we made out for a few. Then I started to suck him. He moaned and grew rock hard in my mouth. I moved to kneel between his legs and brought his hand to my nipple. Because his dick is on the thin side, I was able to deep throat him with no trouble. He worked my nips, and I sucked him for a good while. Eventually, my knees got tired, and I lay down next to him. We made out a while. Then I went back to sucking. He was reaching for my ass, so I turned to accommodate him. He worked a long, thin finger in my hole as I sucked him again. When he had me nice and opened up, I asked him if he was ready to fuck. He said he was, and I asked how he wanted me. "On your knees," he replied. I grabbed the lube and poppers and assumed the position head-down and ass-up. He lubed us both up and slid inside as I hit the poppers. Despite being only 18, he clearly had some experience, but I think he is used to less experienced bottoms. I had to reassure him I was ready to go because he was being super gentle and cautious. Once he knew I was okay, he really opened up fucking me hard and changing angles every minute or so. Slowly, he pushed me down until I ended up flat on my belly. He wrapped his arms under mine gripping me by the shoulders, so he could get super deep. After several minutes he whispered in my ear that he was close. I told him to cum inside me. He made a delighted little moan and totally went to town slamming into me hard over and over. After a minute or so, he tensed up and unloaded. He clung tightly to my back for a few moments and then rolled over on the bed. We made out again briefly. I went to clean him off; it hadn't been really dirty, but the taste was more bitter than salty. We kissed again, and he worked my nips while I beat off. We cuddled for a few minutes. I handed him a towel. I asked if he needed the bathroom, and he said he would just run home and shower. He seemed a little subdued as we made our way out of the bedroom I told him to have a good day at the door and said, "we should do this again soon." His whole face lit up with a big smile. "Definitely!" he said as he walked out into the morning.

I'm sorry, but I might be in the minority on this. Yeah, an hour is a while! However, I've also topped, and there's been a few bottoms that REPEATEDLY kept asking, and I swear to god, it was EVERY 15-20 seconds..."ya gonna cum?" Over and over. That incessant hounding can shut tops off, it did me. I was into him, but that didn't help my fucking.

While still pressed against and inside Jason, Dean scoops up some cum on Jason’s drenched stomach with one hand and uses it as lube to relentlessly stroke Jason’s still unnaturally hard dick. His other hand grips Jasons balls and sack and stretches them down, loosening his balls. Jason repeatedly yanks hard on the chains and moans in pain and pleasure. My dick is also still rock hard and bounces on Carls face as he washes his dripping spit off my balls and taint with his mouth. My ass is still clenched around the random fingers probing my insides. It all feels so good, I don’t stop Carl or the hand while I process what’s happened to Jason. AIDS?! WTF.. but what can I do now..? After a moment Dean starts to massage the remainder of Jason’s cum up and down Jason’s stomach, chest, and thighs. Jason’s still breathing heavy and flinches as Dean passes over his nipples. Jason’s says as his voice breaks to flinch when his nipples are touched “wow - Dean - it feels so good. I’ve never cum hands-free. I can still feel you throbbing inside me… Tom, if you can hear me, I want you next.” The crowd is closing in around us. All that’s visible in the dim light on Jason are hands stroking dicks over and around his muscular furry stomach and lower body. Dean smiles at me and slowly leans back, away from Jason. We both watch his hard thick tan-skinned shaft slowly slide out of Jasons stretched hole. Jason inhales loudly. Once his dick is fully free, his foreskin rolls forward and covers his dicks cummy head. Jason’s open raw hole attempts to close and a white globs leak out. Dean grabs my shoulders and positions me behind Jason. I shuffle with my pants and boxers around my ankles. Dean remains right behind me, looking over my shoulder. I feel his warm wet and dangerous dick resting on the top of my ass crack and his breath on my neck and ear. Without thinking, as I do when I’m fucking my own 2nd load into Jason, I lube my dick head with the cum leaking out of him. Dean whispers in my ear “Good boy, fuck my AIDS babies into him.” My dick flexes involuntarily. A pale hairless chubby blond guy stroking his 6” veiny pink uncut dick over Jason groans loudly and unloads a surprisingly large amount of thick creamy nut directly on Jasons stiff dick and sweaty hairy stomach. Carl, now standing on the side of Jason scoops some up and uses it as lube to softly stoke Jason. Jason flinches and his mouth hangs open as he exhales “uhhh”. My dicks head start to sink into Jason’s hole. I slide in with ease and feel how silky and clearly drenched his insides are. I pull back a little and see my shaft covered with streaks of Deans cum. I rock deeper into him and think about Deans dangerous AIDS sperm invading his insides and I don’t know why but I feel the urge to try to pound it as deep in him as I can. I pull Jason onto me harder and feel my dick start to breach his 2nd chamber. The chains rattle and he moans. When my ass rocks back, I feel Deans cum-slick dick sliding between my cheeks and barely nudge my hole. I’ve never bottomed but this feels surprisingly good. I grab onto Jason’s beefy furry thighs and go on autopilot pounding harder with each thrust. Carl’s hand is now stationary and Jason’s swinging body fucks it. We're all dripping with sweat and I taste the salty BO, cum, and ass in the air. I look down again at my dicks shaft slide in and out of Jason. His hole’s hair sticks to my shaft and has a white cum froth forming around it. Dean must’ve deposited a massive load. Dean reaches around me, grabs the slings chains and presses his wet body against mine. I feel his fat dick head start stretch my hole and he growls in my ear “Oh that’s it, work it deeper into your boy.. I’m getting close to breeding you, too.. you want it don’t you.. tell me and I’ll give it to you.” His tip has now worked its way in me. I keep fucking Jason and Dean slides deeper. “Tell me..” His breath starts to become irregular and I now he’s close. Jason cries out, yanks on the chains, push his ass into me like he does when he’s going to cum. Dean forces his dick all the way inside me and takes control fucking me and pushing me into Jason, hammering my prostate. I groan almost uncontrollably “I want it…” and feel like submitting to him. Dean rams hard and stops balls deep in me and says in my ear while flinching “I’m cumming right now - feel my load. You’re mine now.” I feel his dick pulse and swell inside me, coating my insides with his infected cum. His body shakes and he thrusts his hips and digging his dick farther. My dick erupts as deep inside Jason’s ass as I’ve ever been. His sphincter clenches down on the base of my dick repeatedly as he spurts and moans. Carl doesn’t stop jacking him and puts his mouth on Jason’s dick head to catches as much of it as he can. Jason cums more than I’ve ever seen. Dean stays pressed up against me, breathing hard into my ear as we come down from the climax. I feel his dick still throbbing in me, as is was with Jason the first round. He says in his deep gruff voice “I always have big loads and will be in you for the night. Welcome to the club.” He slowly pulls out of me and quickly inserts two of his rough fingers into my loose raw wet hole with ease “mm I can’t wait to breed you studs again.” I lean forward and give Jason a long kiss as my dick finally starts to deflate and fall out of him. Deans pulls fingers out of me and I feel some of his cum trickle down my inner thigh. As we make out a few random hands pat me on my back and as a guy says “Great job boys. Welcome.” On our way out Dean discretely slips his card in my pocket and whispers in my ear to text him. I’m not sure if Jason saw, but I nod. As we exit the club, hidden under my cloths my entire body is sticky and my asshole is slick. I feel intoxicated and even more horny in this state. Jason still doesn’t know what’s in him and I’m not sure he know’s I got bred, but I imagine his body feels the same way - still full of two massive loads. As soon as we get into our apartment I tear his cloths off and fuck another load into him before we pass out all entangled and sweaty.

3. Sling Sex "Now," Jon said, taking the glasses from each of us, "What were you thinking?" he asked Seth. "He's so cute and boyish," Seth said. Jon had dealt with the glasses, and was now right in front of me. I looked up at him. With the beard and eyeliner, he looked like a kindly old devil with seductive, dangerous ideas. I kissed Jon. Seth continued. "I knew the moment I saw him." "I think I know," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. "What?" I asked. I had know idea what they had planned for me. "Peter Pan," Seth said. I blushed. It wasn't the first time I had been accused of not quite growing up. I was about to protest, but Seth reached down, and pulled down my sweat pants. "Nice underwear," Jon said. "The blue looks good on you." "Too bad it has to come off," Seth said. He pushed it down, and my dick sprang free. "Hard already, huh?" I was staring at Jon, and he was smiling, waiting for my answer. "Yeah," I said, nodding. "Me too," Jon said. He reached down and pulled his sweats open. I looked down. His dick was as hard as mine was, but was nearly twice as big: both in length and girth. "It's going to be a fun night." Seth had disappeared for a moment, and I could feel the cool air against my ass. Jon reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, before leaning in and kissing me again. "One more lost boy, needing a daddy?" he whispered in my ear. His breath was warm, yet I still shivered in excitement. "Please," I said. "Let's not rush it," he said. I heard Seth re-appear. "And I'm sure Seth wants to get you in costume first." I turned; he had random bits of fabric and leather draped over his arms, and was holding a pair of dark green suede boots. "Although you're plenty fine naked, let's get you dressed again," Seth said. He handed me a jock strap, and then a pair of green knee-high socks. After the socks, he helped me into the green boots. They fit surprisingly well, although I hadn't realized just how much of a heel they had. "Look," Seth said, as I stumbled slightly trying to walk in them. He pointed at a large mirror against one wall. In just a pair of green boots and a green jockstrap, I looked less like Peter Pan and more like a horny boy. "The boots make your ass look amazing." I turned slightly and looked. I had a small, but muscular ass. Framed by the jock, I hoped it made Jon and Seth want to fuck me. "One more thing," Jon said, as he came up behind me. "Hand above your head," he said. I put my hands above my head, and he worked a leather harness over them. The straps were warm against my skin, although the hardware was still a bit cold. I loved feeling Jon's fingers against my skin as he adjusted the straps, tightening the leather around my body. "That's perfect," he finally said. I looked again. The leather was deep hunter green, with black accents. It perfectly complimented the jockstrap and boots. "Yeah. That's really good," Seth said. "I'll say," Jon said. He looked at his watch. "Fuck," he said. "I've got to deal with my costume now." He turned back to me, grabbed the harness strap across my chest, and yanked me to him. He gave me a long kiss. "Don't worry. I've already got plans for you later." As soon as Jon released me, Seth grabbed the back of the harness, and pulled me back to him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I could feel his dick pressing against my exposed ass. Jon turned around at the door. He smiled. "Be good, boys," he said. "I'm sure Kenta is very good," Seth said. He rubbed his bulge against my ass. "Very good indeed," he whispered in to my ear, before turning me around. "We'll have plenty of time," Seth said. "And I've been looking forward to this for the entire week." We kissed again. Somehow, Seth seemed to take off his tank top without breaking our kiss. His sweats were the next thing to come off. Underneath, he had a black jockstrap, and his cock was straining against the pouch. We kissed again, as Seth rubbed his dick against me. I kept on trying to find reasons to be nervous or scared, but I couldn't. We were all adults, and we were all men. We were horny, but that was completely natural. Seth finally broke off the kiss. "How do you like it? The leather?" "It feels good. Warm. Strong." "You look good in it," Seth said. He stepped away, and took another look, carefully checking me out. I felt self-conscious, but I also loved being the object of his attention. "Very good," he said. He motioned me to follow him as he headed to the sling. "You ever been in a sling before?" he asked. "No," I said. "Want to try it?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I felt warm, comfortable, and safe. There was no reason not to try it. "How do I do it?" "Just lean back, and sort of fall in," Seth said. He was standing in front of me, and as I tipped back, he grabbed my legs, spreading them wide. The leather was a bit cold at first, but it quickly warmed up next to my body. Seth put my legs into stirrups, so that my ass was spread open and completely exposed. "This feels good," I said. It did. I was on display, and I wanted Seth to take advantage of it. "Really good." "This is just the start." Seth knelt down, and pressed his face into my ass. He ran his tongue around the edge of my hole, and I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I tried not to squirm as he rimmed me, but the sensory overload was intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, not really able to say much else. Seth seemed oblivious to my enjoyment, but just continued to eat me out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued. After only a minute of rimming, I realized that I had never been really fucked before. Everything else had just been practice, and this was the real thing. It was time to lose my virginity once more. Seth tortured me with his rimming for several more minutes. I was all but begging him to fuck me, but he kept on saying it would happen soon enough. Finally, he stood up. His dick was sticking straight up as well. It seemed impossibly big, yet I still needed it inside me. If it didn't destroy me, it was going to feel amazing. "I know what you want," he said. "You said you're on Prep?" he asked, once more even though we had texted about it. "Yeah." "Awesome," he said. He had found a tub of vaseline, and spread some over his cock. Another dab went into my hole. My ass clenched at that first penetration. But it was very easy to relax. It was like I was stoned, only better. "Yeah," he said. "That's the G. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "It does." "I love it." He slid a second finger into me. "I love having sex when I'm tripping on G." "It feels so good," I said. Between the drugs, the leather, and the fingers, my head was spinning. It could have been scary. But there was something about Seth and Jon that had made me feel safe. As Seth had told me in a message, with me taking prep, the worst would that I didn't have a good time. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," Seth said. "That's fucking hot. Don't worry. You'll get what you need." He put a bit more of the vaseline on his fingers, and a pressed a three fingers into me. He rubbed my hole, trying to get me to relax. "So fucking turned on," I said. "I can tell. But it makes you so tight." He handed me a bottle of poppers. I had seen them online, but had never done it before. "You never done it?" he asked. "Just seen it online." "Hold it under your nose. Pinch the other nostril closed, and inhale. Just two or three seconds, then hold it for a bit." I did what he told me to do. The fumes from the bottle were chemical, but not scary. At first, I didn't think they had done anything. But then, the rush hit me. First, my head pounded a bit, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then the warmth went down my body, and I felt my asshole suddenly relax. "That's it boy. Let me in." His three fingers slid in all the way to the base, and they felt amazing. Yet, I was craving more. "Just right. Tight and hot and wet." He played with my ass as I got lost in the poppers headspace. I wanted him to fuck me, and I really wanted him to cum in me. Barebacking had seemed so dirty and dangerous when I had been in high school. But now, in college, as an adult, it was such a different thing. It was how Seth and I were always supposed to fuck. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Yeah. I think so," Seth said. He pulled his fingers out of me. My hole was twitching, hungry for something to fill it up. He lined his cock up with my hole, but then took the poppers from me, and did a long hit from it. "I'm used to them," he said, before taking an equally long drag through his other nostril. "Here," he said, and handed me the bottle and cap. His dickhead was hard and it felt like he was already dribbling pre-cum onto my hole. "Please," I muttered, before taking another hit from the brown bottle. This time, I took a few seconds, and did another hit in quick succession. Seth smiled at me, and as I screwed the cap back on, he pushed his dickhead into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, as he slowly slid his shaft into me. "Daaaaaamn," I grunted. His dick was filling me up. It had been a while since I had gotten fucked and he was just as big as he looked. But going slow wasn't an option for either of us. We needed both needed his cock deep in my guts. It was primal urge, and one that we were powerless against. "All the way," "Hell yeah," Seth said. The urge was irresistible, but that was the entire point. I wanted to get fucked, and Seth wanted to fuck me. It was the perfect alignment of our natural desires. "Almost all in," he grunted. "Sweet hole," he said as he started to thrust back and forth, opening me up and edging himself closer to orgasm. "Hot dick," I replied. He leaned in, pressing himself against me, and forcing his cock deep in my hole. He kissed me. "Fuck me," I said when he finally let me catch my breath. "Please." He kissed me again. It was long and deep, and I got lost. It was the sex that mattered, not the time. I wasn't sure if the kiss was just a few seconds, a few minutes, or maybe even an hour. "You're going to get a lot of dick tonight," Seth said. "And a lot of sperm. Enjoy it." We kissed again, as Seth slid his dick in and out of me. He wasn't the biggest cock I had taken, but I had never felt quite so open as when he was fucking me. The drugs were helping, but the lack of any barrier between Seth and myself was the biggest factor. I had heard bareback was amazing, but the stories didn't do it justice. "Don't stop," I said, clenching my ass around Seth's tool, trying to keep it inside me. "That's it," Seth said. "Milk my cock. Get me off." We kissed again. It was a long one, interrupted by only by one of us grunting in pleasure. I tried to keep up, but it was hard to think. All the sensations were overwhelming me: the sound of Seth grunting, the feel of Seth's dick in my ass, the scent of the leather and sweat in the room. It all screamed sex, and was driving me wild. "You want my load?" Seth finally moaned. "Fuck man. Please. Give it to me." I didn't have to worry about anything. I could take Seth's load. He could breed me, like a man should. "Cum in me." "Oh FUUUUUCK," Seth moaned, slamming his cock hard into my ass. Deep in my guts, practically in my stomach, I felt his dickhead flare, and a sudden jet of warmth into my body. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned again, as his whole body shook, and there was another warm jet of sperm landing inside me. "CUUUUUUUMING," he moaned again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me," I repeated, as he unloaded into my ass. It was hard to believe that something so sleazy and dirty felt so natural. "Fill me up." "YEEEEEAAAHH," Seth grunted again, as his body continued to shake. It took several more spurts before his balls were sufficiently drained. "Hell yeah," he finally said, as his mind cleared from the ecstatic fog of orgasm. "Fuck yes. I had been looking forward to that. And you do not disappoint." He leaned in and kissed me once more. His dick was still hard, nestled deep inside me. He was gently rocking me back and forth on the sling, using the motion to slowly fuck me against his dick. "That felt amazing," I finally said. "You cumming in me." "First time being bred?" he asked. He was still on top of me. He was warm and sweaty, and I felt safe underneath him. I nodded. "Glad it was me," he said. "Me too." We kissed again. There was no rush now. We could enjoy ourselves. "You feel so good." "That's bareback," Seth said. He slid his cock nearly out. He was impressively hard, and he then slid right back into me. "Nothing like a raw hole." Before he could really start fucking me, the door opened and Jon walked back in. He paused, staring at the tableau. "Fuck. That's what I like to see. My boys taking care of each other." "Hey," Seth said. He stood up, but managed to keep his cock in my ass. "What's up?" "Leo's here. Hoping you can take care of that?" "Yeah. Bring Kenta?" "Yeah. It'll be educational." "Very much," Seth said. He turned back to me. "You're gonna enjoy this."

I definitely bareback every available ass hole in dark rooms, try and get my dick into them all, and leave them at least some gushing precum

That's the part that would worry me. Eager is one thing, but constant calls - AT WORK, when you're both supposed to be working - is a huge red flag to me. What happens if you have sex once, he loves it, wants it regularly, and you're not interested in dating? A guy who calls that regularly while you're both working sounds like stalker material. So I'd be VERY clear - spell out in writing, if need be - if all you're interested in is casual sex, and make it clear to him upfront if you're not the sort to go for repeats. Normally, that last isn't necessary since most people understand sex once is not automatically a promise of anything else, but I'm not sure, based on what you're saying, that this guy thinks that way. If he does, great.

I'll repeat some of the advice already given and add my own spin: 1. Find out what your employer's policy is. 2. If you have any supervisory or managerial responsibilities, the answer is NO SEX. You can buy yourself and your employer a boatload of hurt because obviously, the other person [let's call him D] can make a sexual harassment claim. It won't matter very much if D initiated the contact: D can say there was implicit coercion because of your position in the company even if you have no direct supervisory responsibility over him. 3. In your initial post, you don't mention anything about any possible boyfriends, etc. D might have. Don't underestimate the chance that someone who knows D will get mad as hell at the fact that D and you frolicked. I offer two examples that occurred at my office (we had about 100 attorneys and 100 support staff, and I was a senior attorney). --- Two attorneys, S (man) and P (woman), had been having an affair for some time. S had told his wife, A, a paralegal in our office, that the affair had ended. Alas, it flared up again. Unfortunately, A found out that S and P were at it again. A's screaming at the two of them went on for about 15 minutes, and A took a few jabs at P. About 3 months later, P was transferred to one of our other offices (about 100 miles away), and the general consensus was that P had climbed the promotional ladder as far as she was ever going (in fact, I flat out rejected her request 2 years later to transfer to my section). --- The other incident was downright scary. A senior administrator (R) and an attorney (J who had been there 20 years) began an affair. J's husband, an attorney who worked for a different firm, found out about the affair. Husband came to our office one morning to visit J. He did more than just bring coffee and donuts; instead he brought 20 minutes of chaos. Husband began arguing with J, eventually helping her along to the office of R (which was on a different floor). More argument ensued in R's office and the hallway, and punches started to be thrown. At that point, a couple of retired police detectives who worked in the office stepped in to restore order; Husband wasn't a 98 pound weakling, and it took the detectives a couple of minutes to get Husband under control. (Look at the clock on your smartphone for 2 minutes -- two minutes that morning seemed like two years.) J left the office about 3 months later. --- Unless you're pretty good at karate or judo, you can be signing yourself up for some serious bruising at the hands of a pissed off relative, friend, whoever who is just mad as hell that you and D played. 4. You don't say how many people work with you. If D becomes distant after the two of you play, it's going to be noticeable if you guys work for a small company (let's say under 100 people). If your employer has a workforce of 1000, that might be less of a problem, especially if the two of you are in separate sections or divisions. 5. I've rattled on enough about this. Whatever you do, be careful....

I’ve always had pretty good control of my gag reflex and loved deep throating - need a bit of practice now. But all the guys I’ve been with have been too gentle, stopping if I gag, checking I’m ok. I want one hand on the back of my head and one around my throat, fingers on the back of my neck holding me tight, thumb applying pressure at the front if I resist too much. If I gag, I want the guy to fuck my throat harder, if I puke, fuck harder, if I try to push him away, I want him to fill my throat and stay there until I panic from lack of oxygen...... and then still just stay there! Choke me out of consciousness..... power fuck my throat while I’m out or shove a hand up my arse. When I wake up, I want to feel how I’ve been brutally used.... fuck! This thread made me so hard!

Open wide and let him use you. Breathe through your nose and enjoy having your throat used like a fleshjack. Being able to handle a hard throat fucking that produces gobs of spit is what makes you a good fag. Had this happen to me this past Friday when I hooked up with a new dude with a rock solid 7". One of those dicks that isn't your biggest ever, but is not flexible in any way so it's like a sword. Plus he had a dom attitude, so the combination of his attitude and dick meant that I was going to be getting my throat widened whether I liked it or not. Took it as a challenge to make myself swallow his entire cock down to the base. The incredible thrust at the back of your mouth as it scrapes into your throat is priceless. He said I was one of the few guys who's taken his cock down to the pubes.

You need to check into corporate policy before you put your job in jeopardy.

I’m personally good with a top taking his time anything less than 30 minutes is a rip off and anything over two hours is a tad long. Not that I’m going to complain

I have been attacked by you (over the renaming of Boystown) and I let it go; but this is the fourth thread I've seen where you've unloaded on people in a pretty histrionic and personal way. I've been on this site for about eight years now. BZ is usually a pretty chill place and I haven't seen this kind of personal aggression from any other member. I would hope that it is not turning into Twitter.

This morning, my young boy Drew stayed over. I woke up first with him lying on his belly beside me. I was fully erect and ready to breed him. rolled over on top of him. He woke up and said "no Daddy, I'm gunna fuck you" So he rolled me on to my belly, spread my legs, spat on my hole and thrust deep in me. As an older Daddy there's nothin hornier than being plowed by an enthusiastic boy. He plastered my hole with his sperm. Was proud to take his load.

Go for it! Few years ago I was working on site as an apprentice first-fix joiner. The site foreman called me over to explain my next job. He was stand-in really close to me and he was a big beefy daddy - exactly my type. We was wearing old grungy sweats and I could see the outline his cock. I took a chance and "accidentally" brushed my hand over his bulge. that's all it took. Next thing I felt his big hand squeezing my ass. He told me to follow him and he led me into the store room and made me suck him off. I had to wipe his sperm off my face before going back to work. We fucked regularly after that - so yes, go after him.

I agree here. Having a bottom tell me or beg me to cum when I'm no where near cumming is a turn off and I just need to fuck longer. I usually try to say something like, "I'll tell you when I'm close, THEN you can beg for my load." Which is true, when I'm at that point of no return, having the bottom beg for it then is good. And I usually don't need a long time to cum. The typical 10-30 minutes is usual. A longer session would be 40 mins to an hour if I'm really in to it. When it starts to get towards an hour, the orgasm is sometimes painful. However, recently, it's been taking a LOT longer. I started a medication where the side-effect is to delay my ability to cum. It now takes at least an hour. Every time. Sure, occasionally that's nice. But, if just need a quick "toss off", it is completely frustrating. It's also tiring (and not in a good way). My poor husband enjoys getting fucked but not THAT long. But he's a trooper! I'm sure he'd let me plow through but I see his discomfort and will stop fucking and then he'll help me while I jack off. The past few times, even though it's been over an hour, the orgasms are incredibly intense and the pleasure overrides the pain. (Well, one time I had pain in my toes because it was so intense my toes curled and cramped! We both had a great laugh about that! LOL) Looking forward to the self-isolation to be over so we can get some of our slutty playmates over who will gladly take a long fuck from me.

Part 24 - Hopes and Fears The gusts of wind pushed the rain horizontally feeling like pin pricks constantly hitting his face, no matter how good his coat was it could not compete with the rain falling so heavily and he could feel patches of his skin getting wet. The lightning and thunder came with more frequency, the thunder loud and rumbling across the dark sky. Charlie checked his watch, it was nearly 8pm or 1am in the UK. Tiredness overtaking him he wondered what the hell he was doing here, why he even had the urge to get on a flight and travel all this way. To do what? he asked himself. His thought distracted by the headlights of a car turning in to the driveway. The water pouring down the sleeve of his coat and running off his fingertips made him feel so cold, way out of his depth and regretting his action ready to bolt out of sight. His legs would not move and at the precise moment of no return he found himself frozen to the spot, he needed to play this out once and for all. Carrington could not make out who it was, he could see they obviously had prepared for the weather wearing the dark coat. Immediately he thought it was his ex again and was going to start pleading with him to get back together. At least one thing in his life never went away, maybe he was ready to restart this relationship but on a different playing field and new rules. Inside he was not in any fit state to even contemplate anything like this, he was upset and felt depressed even moody taking some of it out on Jose. Thankfully Jose was on top of this and knew the reason so took it with a pinch of salt, not only his Executive Assistant but also a friend he could confide in without judgement. The car moved slowly and the hooded figure turned to watch him pull up to the front. Carrington looked again but could not see who it was, it definitely looked like his ex and he banged the steering wheel knowing he didn't want this right now. Or maybe he was in the right frame of mind for a good old fashioned argument, grabbing his gym bag and opening the door he quickly exited running across to the porch. The hood moved and the face looked at him, Carrington registered the familiar face but failed to untangle in his head who it was in his moody state. Putting the key in the lock "Go home I don't want to see you" he said abruptly opening the door. "Carrington" Charlie spoke managing to find his voice, his body trembling from the cold rain. Carrington stopped and turned towards him "Charlie!" his voice going up an octave in surprise. He was completely frozen and recognised the wet face looking at him. Charlie pulled the hood down nervously, his hands shaking still dripping with water. The silence interrupted by bursts of heavy rain and thunder, they stood looking at each other. Charlie completely afraid and Carrington shocked to find him standing on his doorstep unable to believe what his eyes saw. "It's wet out here" Charlie said stating the obvious and trying to judge Carrington's reaction Carrington was completely lost for words "Yeah, it's raining" he replied staring at Charlie. "What are you doing here?" Carrington asked after another awkward silence. A drop of water ran down Charlie's face "I have no idea" he replied shaking. Charlie was beginning to feel deflated after expecting Carrington to sweep him off his feet in joy, what he was getting from him was the opposite. He couldn't tell what Carrington was feeling, Charlie didn't know that Carrington was still stumped and shocked by Charlie's appearance out of the blue and he couldn't think or make any sense of it. Now it was Charlie's turn to feel the rejection, seeing the self assured Carrington lost for words stirred a feeling within Charlie. He was a man, but crazy as it was Charlie couldn't suppress the feelings that Carrington had dug up and brought to the surface. Charlie stepped back "It was a mistake, I misjudged things, you" he said turning to leave. "You expect me to embrace you with open arms Charlie?" Carrington asked finding his voice. Charlie pulled the hood up "No, wanted you to" he admitted with his voice trailing off. Charlie walked away passing the car and slowly walking down the driveway in the pouring the rain. Carrington pushed away all his confused thoughts and watched the one person he loved and wanted walking away. Impulsively he ran down the drive coming to a stop in front of Charlie. "I told you I will marry you and you doubted it" Carrington said smiling, "Now look at you". Charlie stared at him watching the rain trickling down his face "Are you in love with me?". Carrington nodded "You know I am Charlie. Why? Who knows, it happened and I want you". Carrington stepped forward and raised his hands lowering the hood, he saw a glint in Charlie's eyes and he smiled briefly. Carrington gazed at him moving his face forward until their lips touched. Carrington felt Charlie respond to his kiss, and quickly he wrapped his arms around Charlie and lifted him off the ground carrying him back to the house. Carrington put him down and closed the front door and started taking his wet clothes off. Charlie was still trembling but more from nerves and wondering what the future would now hold, right now he could only see in to the next few minutes and everything hinged on if he could do this. Carrington handed Charlie a towel "I am never going to let you go Charlie" he said undressing. Charlie dried his face "I know" he replied holding the towel against his face. Carrington smiled. "I have put everything on hold to find you" Charlie said, "Even the navy". Carrington wiped his face "You broke a bit of my heart every time I was in England" he said. Charlie ran his hand across Carrington's cheek and chin "I will fix it" he said softly. Carrington smiled and looked at Charlie's hand "Technically we are still engaged" he laughed. "Slow down" Charlie said, "I am still thrown by all this, confused but drawn here" he exclaimed. "You do know Charlie" Carrington replied, "I know you feel this between us" he said confidently. Charlie nodded causing water to trickle down his face "I had to find you, find out for real". The storm raged on shorting the power to the neighbourhood "Usually happens" Carrington said. He felt Charlie's body "You need a hot bath" Carrington said. "Carrington, I don't know how to do this with a man" Charlie spoke quiet and timidly. Carrington kissed him "One step at a time, there is no rush now I have you" he replied. Carrington took Charlie upstairs through the darkness in to the bedroom and then bathroom, he quickly found some candles and ran the bath and left Charlie to get himself warmed up. Carrington fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses along with several more candles then returned to the bathroom and sat on the floor next to the bath, lighting the candles and spreading them out then handing Charlie a glass of wine. They sat for several hours whilst Charlie soaked in the hot water, one hand on the side of the bath his fingers entwinned with Carrington's. In many ways it was the biggest decision Charlie had faced, getting Serena to be his girlfriend was easy and less daunting. This was a step in the other direction he never saw coming, but the interestingly sexy American man that sat mostly naked by his side had thrown him into chaos. In a strange turn of emotional thinking that brought clarity was Conrad, he knew what his twin would do in this situation, in fact he had done. Thinking about Conrad lifted his spirits and confidence and in a way he was able to see Carrington in a different light, as sure as the rain was wet an instinct in his head and heart told him it has always been there, his ability to love a man. It wasn't going to be any man just this one. Carrington topped Charlie's glass up and smiled at the young man who had stopped trembling. "I can't believe you flew all the way here" Carrington said softly leaving back against the wall. Charlie rolled his head to face Carrington "I felt so guilty" he said. Carrington cock his head to one side "About what?" he asked rubbing Charlie's fingers. "The way I behaved to you at the wedding" Charlie replied, "I'm sorry, I freaked out". Carrington smiled "Figured it was having your family around" he suggested. Charlie nodded "That and I was unsure what you would do in public to me" he confessed. "You are going to have to face up to me showering you with love in public" Carrington said. Charlie rested his head back against the towel cushioning his head "I might let you". Carrington laughed "Cocky little thing aren't you" he said, "Dam I love you Charlie". Carrington sat there and watched Charlie who kept nodding off, the power was returned and he helped Charlie dry off and put him to bed. Feeling lightheaded Carrington realised the whole turn of events this evening meant he had forgotten to eat and had been drinking wine. He climbed in to bed turning the light off laying next to Charlie he refrained from touching him for the moment understanding that he was probably emotionally wrecked and shattered. He turned to look at Charlie and smiled knowing if one person could make him happy he was lying in bed with him right now. Carrington picked up his phone and sent a brief text to Simon telling him Charlie was in Atlanta with him and okay. He guessed that Charlie probably hadn't told anyone what he was doing and they might panic come morning. Carrington laid in bed watching the lightning still streaking through the sky, the rain had all but stopped. Charlie mumbled turning over to face Carrington cuddling up to him, his hand running softly up along Carrington's chest coming to a stop by his neck. Carrington slipped an arm under Charlie's neck cradling his head, he snuggled closer to Carrington, his breathing steady and hypnotically calm easing Carrington in to a deep sleep. Simon walked down the stairs reading the text from Sean the Carrington's, he stopped halfway down the stairs scratching his head and smiling unable to believe what he was reading. Crafty bugger he thought to himself. Walking in to the dining room Conrad and Harry were there having an early breakfast before they left for Sardinia and their honeymoon. "Morning" Conrad called out, "Have you seen Charlie thought he would have been here" he said. "Morning and no" Simon replied sitting down, "He is not in the country" he said. Conrad sat up "What?" he said sounding shocked. Simon smiled "He went to find his true love" he replied chuckling. Conrad looked confused then gradually smiled "He went to Atlanta didn't he?" he asked. Simon nodded "I had a message from Carrington, everything appears to be fine". "More than fine I think Simon" Conrad said staring off, "In fact I know he is". Harry poked Conrad in the side "Come on psychic husband we got two weeks of sex to get done". Felix stood at the dining room door tapping his watch, they said good bye to Simon and headed off with Felix to the airport. Simon finished his breakfast then went up to change for his 10am meeting, Moham was flying in with Simon's solicitors. It was time to change his will that he hadn't been able to face since Jack's passing. The complexity and nature of it meant a drawn out meeting and Moham as usual co-signing it as his executor and power of attorney until it was read in the event of anything happening. Despite his conversation with Sean over his wealth he intended on leaving something to Sean only if he stayed with him for five or more years from the date of writing the new will. Simon was still making notes when the troop of solicitors and Moham arrived at the manor. The sight was enough to stir Jamal from his weeding the front courtyard of the manor, chuckling he thought it looked very dubious all these suited men exiting their posh cars. Simon looked over and Jamal smiling and waving to him then made a mental note to remember him as well. Carrington walked in to the bedroom and placed a mug of coffee down on the table by Charlie, he stood looking at him unable to believe he was here laying in his bed miles from home. He smiled knowing the courage and fight Charlie must have gone through to make this decision, then spending eight hours on a plane with no idea what was going to happen. Charlie stirred and the smell of the pillow under his nose was somehow different, not like home. Rolling on to his back pulling the sheet with him and finding himself looking up at Carrington, slipping his hand under the sheet discovering he was naked and growing. Standing there in his briefs Carrington looked more sexy than ever in his eyes. The feeling of a switch being moved in to the right place washed through his body. The nervousness showing in his eyes was clear to Carrington, the look of someone who wanted love without a clue of what to do with another man. Carrington smiled and sat on the bed close to Charlie. "Did you sleep alright?" Carrington asked handing him the cup of coffee. Charlie nodded and took the mug "Thanks" he said in a sweet soft tone. He took a sip of coffee, "I really made a mess of things" Charlie said, "And inconvenienced you". Carrington chuckled "I never imagined you would come looking for me Charlie". "Neither did I" Charlie replied unable to look him in the eye. Carrington leaned forward and gently kissed him on the mouth "I am so happy you did". Charlie moaned softly and opened his eyes "Kiss me again" he asked quietly. Carrington took the the mug from Charlie and placed a finger under his chin caressing him slowly and looking in to his eyes, their mouths coming together seamlessly parted and kissed, from gently touches to sensual to intentional, little by little flickering tongues touching their lips locking together. Gradually Carrington felt Charlie take over the kissing, his hand running along Carrington's arm and flexing his bicep resulting in a happy sound from Charlie. Careful not to push Charlie to quickly Carrington pulled back from the kiss and placed his arms around Charlie hugging him closely feeling his body. "Pass my trousers over please" Charlie said. Carrington looked a little confused retrieving them. Charlie produced the make shift ring. "You still have it" Carrington exclaimed in surprise. Charlie nodded and placed it on Carrington's finger "Since we are still engaged" he said nervously. Carrington laughed and kissed him "Right we need to get you all gayed up" he said smiling. "Fuck off" Charlie replied slapping Carrington on the arm and kissing him back. "Seriously we have to get up, I have work to do" Carrington said handing Charlie his coffee. Charlie nodded "I will go hang out at a coffee shop" he said. "Hell no" Carrington replied looking at him, "You are coming to work with me". "I didn't bring much with me" Charlie said pointing to his ruck sack. Carrington laughed "I will send Jose and you to the mall to get some clothes and gym wear". "Gym wear?" Charlie said stretching in bed. "Yeah I go to the gym after work" Carrington replied, "I have to show you off". "Show me up more like" Charlie said pulling the sheet up. Carrington glanced at him smirking. "What is the matter?" Carrington asked, "I know your naked I had a good feel last night". Charlie blushed covering his head with the sheet "Pervert" he said muffled by the sheet. By the time Charlie removed the sheet he could hear Carrington in the bathroom and getting in to the shower. He sat there in bed nursing his mug of coffee in a quiet and seemingly very happy place. Forming his own destiny and frightened by his own actions, he didn't feel gay at all but then Carrington didn't look gay either. He shook his thoughts away and listened to Carrington showering then calling out to him to take a shower. Charlie returned to the bedroom and Carrington had found some clothes for him to wear. They hung a little baggy on Charlie having a smaller frame but you would never have known they were not his clothes. "When do you go back?" Carrington asked buttoning his shirt up. Charlie sat on the bed and looked at him "when my ship is ready to sail" he replied. "I thought you put your military thing on hold" Carrington replied slipping his shoes on. Charlie shrugged "You really think I am thinking straight?" he asked making Carrington chuckle. "What do you think I should do?" Charlie asked putting his trainers on. Carrington smiled "I like the idea of a military boyfriend" he replied winking. "Seriously!" Charlie said standing up, "Next you will want me parading around in uniform". "Kind of goes without saying" Carrington replied smirking at him. Carrington took Charlie's hand "They want me to run the company in England" he said. Charlie raised an eyebrow "You mean move there?" he asked. Carrington nodded. "I will only do it on one condition and that is you" Carrington said making no bones about it. "But I will be away for months at a time" Charlie replied seeing the gravity of the situation for the first time. Carrington kissed him on the forehead "I know and I will have to adjust to that". "Not much of a relationship though if I am away" Charlie said sitting back down on the bed. Carrington sat next to him "I am not going to dictate your life". "Your not?" Charlie said looking at him. "No. You must be happy with your choices and they are what you want" Carrington said clearly. Charlie smiled "I will speak to my commanding officer next week see what options I have". "Excellent, so you will stay here for two weeks and fly back with me" Carrington stated. Charlie nodded. "Come on I will be late, oh wait I run the company" Carrington said laughing. It certainly wasn't how Charlie envisaged he would be spending his time, the whole thing was scary but at least he saw a friendly face with Jose when he got to the office with Carrington. Word about the English guy who had arrived to claim Carrington had already got around. Evelina the receptionist was telling everyone when they arrived for work. Every time the lift doors opened all eyes focused on it waiting to see who was occupying it. Carrington and Charlie exited the lift and Charlie noticed all the looks immediately. "Word has got around quickly this morning" Carrington said chuckling and glancing at Charlie. Jose came out of his office walking towards Charlie "Morning Charlie" he said smiling. "Morning" Charlie replied, his eyes shifting left to right noticing the stares. Jose laughed quietly "Don't worry the rumour mill went in to overdrive this morning thanks to Evelina". Charlie was glad to be inside the sanctuary of Carrington's office away from the prying eyes, he sat on the small sofa by the coffee table texting with Conrad who was now firing questions at him in rapid succession. Charlie giggled after a while knowing that Harry must have got hold of Conrad's phone and was sending him pictures over of his arse. Charlie burst out laughing seeing the latest the photo, Carrington looked over smiling in Charlie's direction then stood up and walked over. "What is so funny?" Carrington asked pouring a coffee and joining him on the sofa. "This" Charlie said showing Carrington the photo. Carrington looked carefully at the photo "I have fucked that arse" he said, "Harry's for sure". Charlie looked at him "How the hell did you know that was Harry?" he asked. Carrington laughed "When you have touched it as much as I have you know" he said. "Doesn't bear thinking about" Charlie said sounding shocked and amused, "How was it?". Carrington smiled "Amazing, so is Conrad's" he said. Charlie made pretend vomiting sounds. He looked at Carrington "Will you carry on doing it with them?" he asked curiously. "I don't know" Carrington replied looking at him, "I mean they are fun in bed, but it depends on us". "So you make me feel guilty taking away the pleasure of my twin and his husband" Charlie said smirking. "Absolutely, I am so guilt tripping you" Carrington replied kissing Charlie, "Harry would love sex with you". Charlie chuckled "That is so outrageous" he replied then going quiet contemplating. Carrington laughed "You are already thinking about it" he said rubbing Charlie's head. Charlie sat opened mouth then laughed "Not thinking, visually doing it" he admitted. Jose walked in to the office "The figures you asked for" he said, "Hope your not sexting!". Jose walked over and Charlie showed him the photo "Dam you are" Jose said screwing his face. "Do you not like a bit of arse?" Charlie asked grinning at him. "Hell no" Jose replied looking shocked, "What ever gave you that impression?" he asked. Carrington put his arm around Charlie's shoulder "Jose is straight" he said using air quotes. Jose rolled his eyes "I have a girlfriend Charlie" he replied, "And fuck off with your little quotes knobhead". Charlie chuckled "So did I now I have a boyfriend" he said very openly. "Wow" Carrington said sitting up, "That is the first time you have called me your boyfriend". Charlie blushed and thought quick on his feet "Who said it was you?" he replied looking serious. Carrington sat back "It better be or there will be trouble" he said strongly emphasising the words. Jose put the report on Carrington's desk "Charlie I have to take you shopping apparently". Carrington handed Charlie his credit card "Buy what you need" he said standing up. Jose grabbed the credit card "Yes, come on let's buy lots of expensive clothes". "And what be indebted to him forever" Charlie replied standing up and laughing. Jose waved a hand "He is made of money, surely you must have noticed his house" he said casually. The thought had never crossed his mind but then he didn't actually see much of the house or pay attention due to his tiredness. Charlie left the building with Jose and they spent several hours chatting and buying some gym wear, Jose making him buy the tightest lycra shorts the accentuated every inch of his crotch and arse. Charlie told him off for trying to gay him up but Jose ignored him and continued. The tight work out top may have been a step too far until Jose put him in front of the mirror. Charlie hardly recognised himself and turning to the side he clearly saw how pert his arse looked and how big the shorts made his package look, his body was what he couldn't believe. Having never worn anything so tight he could see the muscles in his arms under the fabric, Jose stood there shaking his head 'So fucking gay' he said making Charlie laugh. Grabbing a few casual shirts, shorts and trainers they headed back to the office where Charlie waited amusing himself until Carrington finished just before 5pm. They drove to the gym and straight away Charlie noticed that it was mostly men and smelt very differently from his usual gym, immediately he knew this must be a gay gym and sure enough several men walked out of the work out area to get showered, each one muscled and openly talking about sex and bitching about other men. Carrington put his arm on Charlie's shoulder in a gesture not to be worried. Embarrassingly Charlie changed in to his shorts and Carrington couldn't resist running his hand over Charlie's arse. "Hey!" Charlie exclaimed timidly and blushing. Carrington smiled "Dam you look so sexy" he replied as the door opened. "Look but don't touch" Charlie stated, "They are new" he said then chuckled. Carrington smiled "My prize possession" he said licking Charlie's ear. The tall Latino who walked in smiled, Enrique greeted Carrington with a quick hug and then went about getting changed. Carrington explaining to Charlie that being his regular gym he knew a few of the regulars. Enrique sat there watching Charlie with a devilish grin on his face, soon realising the cute young lad was here with Carrington. Enrique finished putting on his trainers and grabbed a towel then looked at Carrington and nodded towards Charlie giving him a thumbs up and big smile. Carrington handed Charlie a towel guiding him to the workout area. "What do you want to do first?" Carrington asked. Charlie looked around at the numerous men working out "Weights" he replied. "Okay, I will spot you" Carrington said putting his towel down. "No" Charlie replied placing his towel down, "I can't concentrate with you looking at me". Carrington chuckled "Yeah I know" he replied remembering their day at the manor gym. "I will run for half an hour then we can swap" Carrington offered. Charlie smiled "Sounds good mate" he said, his accent and voice catching the interest of a several men nearby. Carrington chuckled and slapped his arse "Man that is so straight". Charlie changed the weights over and settled on the bench glancing around at the other occupied weight benches near him. The men all pressing weights but clearly watching Charlie and then acknowledging him, Charlie settled and began pressing and the guy closest to him stated talking and hinting that he new Charlie was British. Being polite Charlie engaged in conversation and occasionally looked over to Carrington who was already building up a sweat running. Joey walked in to the work out area and spotted Carrington straight away and made his way over to the running machined next to his. "I saw your car here" Joey said setting the speed on his machine. Carrington shook his head trying to avoid looking at him "Yup, that's because I am here". "Ooh sarcasim" Joey replied smirking, "You must be in a mood and need to fuck it out". Carrington looked at him "Yeah but not with you" he replied focusing ahead. "You say that now but I know you still love me" Joey said smiling and stopping his machine. Charlie saw the way Carrington shook his head with this other guy who looked like he clearly had a thing for his boyfriend and was badgering him. One thing he could tell already with Carrington was when something upset him or got on his nerves. Well he did it at the wedding so knew the signs, seeing this man being overly friendly actually bothered Charlie and his flirting clearly unwelcome by Carrington. Charlie put his weights back and sat up watching them. Despite Carrington brushing Joey off he was persistent and showing no signs of leaving Carrington alone. Carrington stopped running "Joey stop it, what happened a way back was a mistake". Joey moved closer to Carrington "Didn't feel like it, we belong together Carrington" he said. Carrington shook his head "No, end of story Joey, anyway I have someone else now" he replied. Joey laughed "The ever so picky Carrington" he said now being sarcastic. Carrington turned to him "Get away from me or I will punch you in to the wall". Joey smirked "Now that is the Carrington I like, the rough street version". Charlie stood up and wobbled a little on his legs briefly grabbing his towel, fury burning in his body at this person upsetting his man. Purposefully striding across the gym then standing behind Joey and wiping his face. "Excuse me are you using this machine?" Charlie asked politely controlling his annoyance. Joey turned to Charlie "Yes so prance off fairy" he replied looking him up and down smirking. Joey turned back to Carrington "Dam cute Brit" he said. "Excuse me!" Charlie replied pushing Joey on the shoulder, "Who are you calling fairy?". Joey turned again to Charlie "I will deal with you later in the shower" he said grinning and winking at Charlie. Carrington chuckled "Joey meet my boyfriend and fiancé Charlie" he said proudly. "Er what?" Joey replied looking at Charlie then Carrington, "Fiancé?" he asked. Charlie walked around Joey and stood in front of Carrington then ran his hand up along the sweaty arm, Carrington leaned forward and kissed Charlie on the mouth several times. Strangely Charlie did not feel embarrassed kissing Carrington in public, the sensation was incredible and Charlie felt like it was his initiation and way of showing that he was ready to be with Carrington. Joey took a couple of steps backwards seeing the intent in Carrington's eyes focusing on Charlie. Carrington smiled at Charlie "This is my ex boyfriend Charlie" he said nodding to Joey. "Fiancé!" Joey scoffed looking at Carrington, "It will never work, your money gets in the way" he said sauntering off. "Wow!" Charlie said quietly, "That is one jealous ex you have there". Carrington leant over the running machine "Gold digger more like" he said looking a little angry. Charlie looked at Carrington "Are you really rich then?" he asked confused having heard this twice today. Carrington shrugged "Not personally" he said, "This is a discussion for another time Charlie". The rest of their workout went without any further interruptions from Joey, he busied himself talking to another man frequently glancing over at them. Noticing that Carrington behaved entirely differently towards Charlie, his attention seemed purely focused on him and he could see why. The smooth slightly tanned skin of Charlie, the mousy blond hair, the tight but generously muscular build and his accent simply made him a catch. That and he didn't give off any kind of interest in the men surrounding him unlike most of the gay men in here. Carrington and Joey were not the only ones focused on him, every time a machine came free next to Charlie someone quickly grabbed it and started engaging Charlie in conversation. In one quick hours workout in the gym Charlie had his eyes opened wide, receiving numerous offers from men all wanting to give their number and take him home was turning in to quite the revelation. The short drive back to Carrington's home was long enough for Charlie to get a little nervous, his mind already made up that tonight he wanted to move things up with Carrington. Of course he was bolstered by the attention he got in the gym and didn't even mind it. With the car pulling up to the house Charlie studied it more closely, the vast grounds surrounding it and the size of it, almost comparable to the manor on Hibiscus drive. It was late at the manor was deathly quiet, Simon sat in the library going through the details of his amended will and made one small change. It was important to him that he would leave things tidy and more so that it was incontestable in any form. The group of solicitors and Moham would return in a couple of days for the formal signing and witnessing locking it down airtight and Moham taking on the role as power of attorney until it's reading. Closing the folder he sat there and chuckled to himself remembering the money that Jack had left Conrad. Most people would have gone on a spending spree, but Conrad just shrugged his shoulders and got on with life. The only purchase he made was number 8, that made perfect sense and a clever decision he thought. His video calling rang on his phone and checking the time he knew who it was without even needing to look, regular as clockwork Sean's smiling face appeared on the screen.

It absolutely does. Makes me crave more raw dick knowing there are lots of others who like the same.

CHAPTER 2 I tasted the gooey clear liquid seeping out of his piss slit knowing that more of it would soon be coating my inside and eventually delivering a full load of his cum. He stood steady and almost imperceptibly began fucking my face as I continued to lavish attention to his cut dick. I began playing with his balls which now had dropped revealing that he had a bag that dropped real low allowing his almost egg-sized balls to drop low as well. I could only imagine them slapping my ass cheeks. I looked up at him just as he came out of what must have been a sucking trance and looked down at me. He reached down. I disengaged my mouth from his dick and rose. We kissed deeply once more. He pulled away and led me to some sort of a long pipe attached to the wall. I grabbed the pipe, moved backwards as I bent over, and finally stopped when Phil put his hand on my ass. My dick was leaking like a sieve and about three quarters hard. Phil knelt behind me pulling my cheeks wide. He drove his tongue in deep lavishing the area with his spit. He did this for several seconds and then began licking all around my hole. He stood quickly, put the head of his dick at my hole causing me to reposition myself for his access, and then proceeded to push himself inside me. It was very slow going as there wasn’t all that much lube and it gave me a good tingling of hurt and pain but there was no way I was going to stop him. I’m not sure he would have stopped anyway. “I’ve got some lube in my shorts if you want to use it. I’d prefer to try without but it’s an option,” I offered. “No way am I going to use synthetic. Nature’s own is best: Spit for the first time, and cum after that,” he replied. Phil pushed harder as I braced myself more and pushed back. His hands pulled my hips toward him as he pushed more and more with his dick. The erotic pain being shot through my body from this almost nothing lubed slide in was wonderful. He was stretching my inside nicely. I could actually feel that upward curved dick of his sliding further and further into me using only spit and whatever fluid I had in my ass. I was feeling every inch of my inside being spread wide open to accept him. His pubic hair began mashing down on my ass and was finally totally flattened when his dick could no longer make any forward movement. He was now in me all the way and the best was yet to come. “Oh, fuck, yeah! ASS! This is what I’ve needed all day LONG! Your ass and my dick are going to have a great time together, Bill,” Phil said and chuckled. He had no sooner finished his words than he began pulling out but only to the point of his head being inside me. Then, WHAM! Back inside he went and faster than the speed of light. I was jolted. Never, but never had a man hit my ass like that. Yes, sharp but quick shot of pain raced through me. WHAM! Another jolt. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! If this was just a warm up, I now began to wonder what the finale would be like. Soreness spread throughout my gut as this thick dick repeatedly spread open wide my intestine in less than a nanosecond. My prostate began feeling as if it had been turned into a punching bag. Stars raged in front of me. Screams of exotic agony welled up in my throat cut off by my own deeper determination to withstand this onslaught of delightful agonizing pain coursing throughout my entire body ending in my brain where the sounds remain muted but heard within. I was entering a euphoric haze and loving it. Phil began to hammer my ass true to his word. He most definitely enjoyed hard deep fucking and wasn’t afraid of giving it to me. I was just as adamant that I was going to take whatever kind of fucking he dished out. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to fuck me as I kept making small adjustments in my stance to keep from being knocked off my feet or into the wall. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The man was relentless in his pursuit of ass to fuck. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “OH, FUCKING DAMN!” WHAM! And, with that final thrust of his dick fully into my ass, I heard him begin to pant and felt his hands pulling my hips hard into his body putting a death-like grip holding me to him. I felt his cock swell up and spit out round after round of his cum load. I knew his dick was filling me deeply with his cum. I was in pig heaven. I felt his dick slowing in its spitting as it also slowly began deflating. I stayed bent over holding the pipe. Phil leaned over me putting his hands on mine. “Damn, that was good and just what I needed. How you doing?” “I’m okay. Not hurt, so, good to go,” I said. “It’s going to be awhile before I can go again. But, if you’re willing to wait, I can give you another load,” Phil offered. “I have nowhere to be any time soon. You sure this is okay like this here?” I asked. “Real safe. I’ve been using it for years. You know, too bad we don’t have a tv and some porn to watch. That would get me up a lot faster. Seeing guys fucking always is a turn on. You like porn?” Phil asked. Phil wrapped his arms around my chest pulling me upwards but left his dick in my ass. He bent his lips down to my ear and began to lick and nibble on it. “What pervert doesn’t like porn? Yeah, watching some would be hot. Maybe next time we can sneak a tv and DVD player in here for you to watch some while we fuck. Well, that is if you want to fuck me some other time,” I replied. “I’ll fuck you anytime you’ll let me. We’re a match; you know how to take my kind of fucking. You ever do two guys at once? You know, three-way?” Phil almost whispered into my ear as he continued to nibble and lick and now lightly biting my neck. “I’m a pervert for real. I’ve been in three-ways, four-ways, and more ways. I’m a sex addict. I don’t care what man it is or what his dick looks like as long as he will fuck me and shoot his load of cum in my ass. I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist, too,” I stated. Phil now reached way down and began licking up my neck and behind my ear to the top of it then back down until he slowly pushed his tongue into my ear as far as possible. Oh, damn! That just so turns me on! Phil slowly withdrew his tongue from my ear and whispered, “Well, since we don’t have a tv for porn and you like more than one guy at a time, what if an opportunity came up now to take on a couple more guys? You think you’d be up to that?” I came to my senses and double thought about what Phil had just said. I realized that was why he had separated from me on entering the building. But who were these other guys? I didn’t know them. When and how had he contacted them? Was this a set up after all? I had only seconds to weigh these words. “Well, I suppose the next option is that you’ll tell me we’re being videotaped,” I said. Phil laughed. “Well, no. But maybe if you want to next time we can do that.” “I suppose your question about a couple of more guys was more than just rhetorical. And, that they are on their way here as you were fucking me,” I said. It was Phil’s turn now for a slow response. “Well, yeah, it was more than rhetorical. And, they are already here. They were upstairs and should be outside in the hall waiting for your answer.” This nice-looking hot man had the gall to think he could give me a hard fucking which I would thoroughly enjoy especially since I would get his cum load and that he could invite a couple of guys he knew to join in. I knew he and I had never fucked before so it wasn’t like he knew me. Damn. Three men with one giving an INCREDIBLE fuck. “Well, since you showed me this safe place and gave me one helluva fucking and cum load, and you were at least considerate enough to ask before they actually joined us, how could I turn down two more dicks to ride,” I said with renewed interest and excitement at the prospect. With that, Phil slowly licked my ear again, “You fucking won’t regret it. I promise. If you hold up, you’ll get fucked at least twice by each of us. Just think about another fuck with me. All that hard ass slamming. You really like that, don’t you?” I shook my head yes.

So here's a new story I'm starting. For you fans of my Prince Eric story, don't worry, I'm still working on that too. I just have soooooo many perverted stories going on in my head I get side tracked and want to get them all out. _________________________________________ Part 1 So I guess it's fair to say I definitely have a type. Young and trashy is what gets my dick hard. You can keep your pretty boy jock types. Give me a scruffy, tattooed, pierced,18, 19, 20 year old piece of skinny white trash any day. If they're straight, even better. There's nothing like getting my 11 inch pierced cock buried in a trashy straight boys hole and breeding him over and over until his stretched out pussy is leaking cum. Especially when I can share him with my buddies. And I've broken in my share of boys over the years, seducing them, corrupting them, destroying them. This is a story about one such boy. My favorite boy. I was very lucky and had an apartment that overlooked a skate park in the seedy part of town. I can't tell you how many hours I spent looking out my window, binoculars in one hand, my big leaking cock in the other, masturbating while I spied on the young men as they did their tricks and stunts. On a good day, some of them would remove their shirts, and I could ogle their thin, pale bodies as I would ejaculate into a glass so I could collect and freeze my loads for future use. One day, in late spring, a new boy started showing up. Sometimes with his girlfriend, sometimes alone. When his girlfriend was there, they'd make out and sometimes disappear into the thick bushes for a while, doing what I could only imagine was sexual. This boy was perfect. He stood probably 6 ft tall and weighed maybe 140 soaking wet. His dirty blond hair was long and hung down over his face. When the wind blew it out of his face, I could see his lower lip had three piercings, one in the middle and one on each corner. Both his eyebrows were pierced as was his septum with a ring that sported a big ball hanging down and his ears were gauged out with large plugs. He also sported some chin scruff that hung down a few inches. His body was a joy to behold. His skinny arms both sported colorful full sleeves with sculls and flames and demons and the like. Above his flat pecs in gothic script was the word respect. A tuft of brown hair sat in the middle of his chest and his nipples sported thick bars in them. His furry belly button was pierced and tatooed with red lips and an arrow that followed his treasure trail pointing to his crotch. His legs were very hairy which almost guaranteed that his ass crack and butthole would be as well. Yummy. And to top it off, he had a huge pair of wings tattooed on his back. He was the perfect piece of filthy white trash and I wanted him desperately. I wasted no time implementing my plan shortly after he started hanging out at the skate park. I started by nonchalantly hanging around on a nearby bench, "reading." I would casually light a joint and smoke it while I watched the boy. He would glance my way frequently with that look in his eye like he wanted to smoke, and after only a week of this, he finally approached me. A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see the shirtless boy standing in front of me with his board under his arm. "Hey man, can you share a couple of puffs?" He asked me, flicking the hair from out of his face. "I don't know kid." I answered. "How old are you?" "19." He replied. "Well, I always believe in sharing." I said as I motioned for him to sit down. He sat next to me, his shorts sagging down revealing black boxer briefs. I got a whiff of his slight body odor and my cock stirred a little. We passed the joint back and forth and I found out a little about my intended conquest. His name was TJ, Theodore James exactly, and he lived a couple of blocks away with four other guys in a two bedroom apartment. I could only imagine the squalor they lived in. He worked as a tattooist and piercer, which explained why he already had so much work done at such a young age. He was a product of the foster system and his old man was in jail and he had no idea where his mother was. Ahhhhhh, a broken home, how perfect. He had even spent a couple of years in juvie for stealing a car and dealing drugs. I was amazed at how open this kid was to a stranger, but then, he was stoned. After about an hour I told him I needed to take off, but not before I slipped him a little bud. He was extremely grateful, which is exactly what I wanted. Got to make him trust me before I wreck him. This went on for a week. Everyday we would chill and smoke while I tried not to come across as creepy. Not that I appeared creepy. I was a nice looking 35 year old, maybe a little on the chunky side, but not fat. I stood just a little taller than TJ at 6 ft 1. And everyday when I left, I slipped TJ a little bud. So after a week, I decided it was time to up the ante. I told TJ I had some really killer bud back at my place, which I did, and that he should come over so we could smoke it out of a bong. He happily followed me back to my apartment and in half an hour we were both ripped out of our minds and I made my move. Looking him directly in his slanted eyes, I began. "So, TJ, I've been hooking you up all week and I have a favour. I want to suck your dick." "Dude, what the fuck?" He said in a very stoned voice. "I'm not a fag! Are you a fag?" "Yes, I'm gay, and I want to blow you. I think it's the least you could do." "No way man! I'm not going to let you swing on my dick!" At this point, I doubled down as TJ was not moving away from me. I placed my hand on his thigh and said, " I can suck your dick better than your girlfriend. No one will know, and I'll make it worth your while." I pulled out an 8th of my killer weed and dangled it in front of him. His eyes lit up and I could see the wheels turning in his head. After a minute of silence he said, "All you want to do is suck my dick? Nothing else? And you'll give me that sack and no one will know?" "No one." I promised. TJ looked at me for a few more seconds before snatching the baggie out of my hand. "Fine, but it's our secret." I handed him the bong as I crawled between his legs. My hands shook as I reached up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, rubbing his hairy thighs. His cock was nestled in his very bushy brown pubic hair and was surprisingly big, 6 inches soft. He had a magic cross piercing, where two bars crossed each other through the head of his dick, and a lorum, which is the base of the dick right above the balls. I tenderly put it in my mouth as he took another big bong hit. My nostrils were hit with the smell of his sweaty balls mixed with stale piss and my own cock sprang to life in my shorts. My warm wet mouth soon had TJ to his full rock hard nine inches. He started moaning as I went to town on his cock, giving him the best blowjob of his young life. I deep throated him and massaged him with my throat muscles. He moaned as I massaged his balls and rubbed his guiche piercing. He was totally into the blowjob as he put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my face. "Oh fuck dude! That feels so good! No bitch has ever sucked my cock this good! Take it you fag! Suck that big dick! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" TJ started shooting off into my mouth, filling it up with the sweetest white trash load I had ever tasted. Spurt after giant spurt filled me up and I swallowed it all down. TJ collapsed back onto the couch as sweat poured off of him. "Oh, we're going to be doing that again dude!" He panted as the last of his load dribbled into my mouth. I smiled to myself knowing this was only the beginning for his skinny white trash ass.

Love to be riding your toxic cock right now!

@losolentWas just heading to bed when up popped the notification of a new chapter. So of course I had to read what Carrington and Charlie were up to and was not disappointed. You seem to have a few more tangents planned to add to this story and can't wait. Thank you

thatonedude018 - Fucking Former Pornstar, Adam Short video of me and Adam's second session at his place in Van Nuys. As you can see from the video he's very verbal and loves getting fucked, which is why his hole is loose and gaping. I actually remembered to film the cumshot this time as well, so hope you enjoy that part. Fyi Adam is just an alias... [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/fucking-former-pornstar-adam-40390511

Absofuckinglutely! S-atan forbids the use of condoms!

A guy fucked me in a park when I was 17, it may have been my first fuck. Afterwards, when he threw the condom away, he turned to me with a smile and said I should bring my own condoms... my hole was very wet all the way home and I wondered why....

Again, I am so sorry to hear this. The trans segment of the LGBTQ+ movement seems to be taking the brunt of the physical violence of late, and counter-intuitively the frequency seems to be on the increase, not the other way around. Logically, as a bigger and bigger percentage of society as a whole becomes more accepting (and as a 58 year old gay man, trust me, the general public is MUCH more accepting) you would assume violence against our community would decrease and that apparently ISN'T true... the violence hasn't gotten as bad as it was in the 60s and 70s where LGBTQ+ were beaten and even killed far too frequently, but it is quickly and tragically catching up - and again, much seems focused on the Trans members of our community. I wonder just what so inflames hetero cis males (the bulk of the perpetrators of said violence) so much? What difference does it make to them? Anyway, again, my sympathies on your past experiences, and know I'm in the fight with you.

Am I living on the wrong coast? I've been seeking long fucking breeders but they don't seem to be very common. I love a three hour fuck session with pullouts only to change position. Yes, I want and need to earn your load in my cunt, but it's so much more important to feel the breeder enjoying himself in you.

Had my first hook up at work after returning from my trip. A tall handsome younger light skin Brazilian guy came over. He was nerdy cute, wore round glasses while having a dad bod. His cock was about 6inch, on the smaller side of what I usually had, so I asked him to go as hard as he could. We fucked mostly in Missionary, so I could enjoy looking at his eagerness through his big brown eyes. The penetration itself was alright, but I cherished his tenderness. After about 15 minutes, his face turned red. "Can I cum?" He asked. "Sure , just cum inside me!" He let out some moans and laid on top of me. We cuddled for a bit before he left.

being a fleshlight is one of my fantasies. im legit straight, i just fell in love with how it feels to have my cell mate slipping into my bunk on and off all night and calling me the girl's name as he pumped me full. smoke a fat blunt or two and when i go totally limp from it, whatever position im in, lube me up and use me to jack off with repeatedly and without asking permission, being gentle or talking to me except to tell me to take every drop of daddy's {brother, uncle etc}cum in my {pussy or ass from his fantasy} to get me pregnant, or that its my genetic therapy treatment or some other childish justification to make me grow up big and strong

CHAPTER 4 Damon released his hold on my shoulders as he once more held my hips as he slid his now deflated dick from my ass. As he stepped away, I began to rise up so that I could turn and kneel for Todd’s big black dick to go in my mouth for sucking. This was not to be. In mid-rise, I felt a firm hand pushing me back around. “No need. My dick is hard from watchin’, and you got an ass load of cum to lube it on the way in, bitch. You just need to hold on good,” I heard a new voice say. I grabbed the pipe once more firmly. No ceremony; no attempt at niceties; pure animal lust; brutal offensive onslaught; one-sided pleasure; this would be a different fuck just as the other two had been. It was going to be wonderfully vicious. The onslaught was swift just as I had been turned back to face the wall and grab the pipe. A dick head quickly was shoved into my ass followed immediately by the entire length of this new dick which I knew belonged to Todd. He had no civil manners which made this fuck so memorable and wonderful. Just as soon as Todd had rammed his veined thick black engorged dick into my ass and had reached the innermost point he could invade me, he began his withdrawal. He, too, held my hips but his grip was masterful, controlling, demanding that dared me to challenge him. I wouldn’t of course. Todd’s style of fucking was direct and primal. Though he pounded similarly as Phil, his strokes were not measured by the hard depth that drove Phil. Todd had one thing on his mind: fuck me just enough so that he could nut in my ass. That single animalistic procreative drive of his sent him into overdrive that got his juices going. Having watched Damon and I fuck had done its job as well. Todd rammed and jammed his dick in and out of my ass; he was on a mission for his pleasure. In a few minutes of fucking he was already pounding me hard and was going to be a quick deliverer. I hoped Phil was right about at least a couple of loads from each. “Fuckin’ white trash no count bitch’s kunt is on fire with my dick in it,” Todd said in a jarring voice as he pounded in and out of my ass. He continued his pitched fucking as well as his verbal, “You the kind can get fucked a lot an' want more. Nothing but no good hole for fuckin’ is all you are. You need a real man’s dick in your kunt. An', you gettin’ it today, bitch. You gettin’ it good.” With each word jarred from his mouth only adding to his pleasure just as surely as he had gotten from hearing Phil fuck me and then seeing Damon fuck me, Todd continued his journey down the road to completion directing himself on to finish by verbalizing what turned him on about the scene in this rest room where the door did not lock securely. “You fuckin’ white KUNT!” Todd said as he rammed his now fully swollen black dick which was leaking pre-cum in amounts almost as much as if he were pissing. He rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You cum lovin’ crazed BITCH!” he said as once more he rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You ain’t aLIVE without a real man’s DICK in your fuckin’ HOLE, you BITCH!” he spit from his mouth for me to hear and feel as he rammed his fully erect dick into my now loosening ass with each word yelled having him to shake me to the core as he time and time again rammed me fully inside as far and as hard as possible. “YOU FUCKIN’ TRASH KUNT FEEL MY DICK FILL YOUR WORTHLESS ASS!” Todd yelled as he one final time shoved his now grossly inflated dick into my ass fully and as hard as possible as he pulled back on my hips so as not to allow any possibility of escaping from his grip not that I entertained any such thought. No way would I pull of this man’s dick just as I was receiving my payment for providing him a means of nutting. I was a paid prostitute. There was no doubt of it. To engage in sex with any man, I was guilty of prostitution because the value that I received from every man was a load of his cum. It matters not to me how much I receive. It is the fact that I get a cum load in my ass. That for me is much more valuable than money. It is priceless, and I not only crave it but have to have it. I hung on to the pipe as Todd’s breathing began finally to return to normal. I continued to feel his dick to pay me my prostitute’s wage. This payment was just as much as the previous two had been. I was going to go home very rich indeed today. And, if Phil was right, I would be double paid by each of them. “Damn, man, just like I lik’em, Phil. You sure can pick’em for us. Glad we found you to do our huntin’ on campus,” Todd said as he slid his now spent and slowly softening veined thick dick from my ass. He laughed a little as he stepped back from my ass slapping it gently. “No hard feelin’s, dude.” “Only thing hard I take is dick,” I said back to him. “You can say whatever you want as long as your dick is hard, and you shove it in my ass like you three have done and leave me that gooey hot white cream to keep. Who’s next, now? I was told I could get a double payment from each of you. I’ve been counting on it.” Phil stepped forward with his dick jutting out and upward at me. “I told you watching porn affected me. And, watching you with Damon and Todd definitely affected me. You sure you’re up for it?” Phil said as he continued approaching me. I turned around and positioned myself once more grabbing the pipe on the wall. Phil stepped up behind me put his piss slit on my bull’s eye, took hold of my hips, and WHAM! Once more he was full force all the way inside me. He needed no foreplay this time. Damon and Todd had provided that for him. I could only imagine such a visual. I concentrated on how his fucking so very differed from Damon and Todd and how I so much enjoyed each of them in their own right. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil was almost insistent this time as if it was a desperate fuck he was in need of getting after years of having had no sex. I knew better though. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each time he slammed his once more blood filled upward curved big dick into my ass I felt him drill the furthest point inside me. He was able to go the deepest that any man had fucked me in a very long time. It was erotic. My prostate I wondered if it would be blunted. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With that last slam into me with his dick, I felt my own dick instead of the constant leaking of pre-cum from it now rose up high filling with blood. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My ass was in ecstasy at this now fourth super fucking I was getting. I was beginning to be aroused fully. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My prostate was screaming its feelings of joy at such a massage of energy. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With no further need, my balls pulled up as tight as possible to my body. I shivered deeply tightening my hold on this man’s dick. I now put a death grip on his dick as a paroxysm of joy overloaded my own system causing the contents of my balls to come flooding out flowing through the tubes and into my dick which it raced through spewing from my piss slit and out onto the floor below me. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil recognized the symptom of what was happening. He, Damon, Todd, and now he again had worked me to a point that Phil was luckily the man in my ass when my overloaded system exploded releasing my own cum load without ever having touched my dick. Phil felt my own squeezing and pushing out all this pent up cum load of mine as his dick was milked and squeezed with as much might as I could muster. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil continued to fuck my ass intending to fuck out of me every drop that he could. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to slam full force into me as he had before driving from me the last vestiges of my ball’s contents. I gave a fleeting thought to the possibility of damage being done to my prostate. If there were, I didn't care. I had to have this man's dick fucking me just as he was doing with the ultimate knowledge that once more he would flood my gut with his load of cum. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Just as my own cum shot subsided leaving me almost dazed and helpless, I felt on either side of me hands that had grabbed me holding me in place as my grasp began to slip from the pipe. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “FUCKIN’, YEAH! BITCHIN’ MAN! TAKIN’ A FUCKIN’ HARD DRIVE. FUCK YEAH! YOU ARE A FUCKIN’ BITCH’S KUNT!” I heard Phil yelling at me as he began to once more fill my ass with his second load of hot gooey white cream that was all mine. Again and again and again repeatedly his fully blood engorged dick swelled up and spit his baby making man juices into my ass. Most men say it is impossible to actually feel that gob of cum passing into an ass: I respectfully disagree. Not every time but most certainly this time I could feel it.

CHAPTER 3 “Good. Cause that’s the only way I really get off and guys like you are so few and far between. With no strings on you, I really hope we can become good fuck buddies. You think about that one though. For now, last chance; you sure you’re willing for Damon and Todd to join us? They got bigger dicks than me but deliver a hot big load and can go at least twice,” Phil said. “I’m good with it. Just as long as they don’t want to use a condom. I don’t let a condom in my ass. And, they have to shoot their load in my ass, too,” I clarified. “It’s all bare and delivery in your ass is a given. I didn’t have a lot of time to talk but gave it straight up to them. They know the score and are cool with it. Just one more thing though. Damon and Todd are both Black,” Phil said. “Any man, any dick, any cum, anytime, anywhere, no questions is my motto. Go get them. I’ll be ready,” I said. Phil rose up off me and slowly pulled his dick the last couple of inches out of my ass as it had by now been slowly retreating. I stood up and turned around. He grinned, reached over, and tapped on the door quietly a few times. I heard the door handle jiggling and finally turn. The door pushed open and in walked two Black men shutting the door behind them. The door lock doesn’t work. How clever. “He’s cool and is willing. And, he took my fucking and load; you probably heard. He’s primed for you,” Phil said. It turned out both were about the same height and weight. They had on service jumper uniforms from the university, so, they worked here. Todd had a shaved head and was clean shaven. He had a chest full of hair and a cut dick that was beautifully veined on top just the way I love to see dicks. (It’s a visual overload thing for me.) Damon had short hair and was also clean shaven. He had just a little sprouting of chest hair and a cut dick that wasn’t as veined as Todd’s but still beautiful. Both of their dicks I later found would inflate to a nice 8 to 9 inches and about 6 to 7 inches around. There was nothing gargantuan about them but definitely hot dicks in their own right. As they slipped out of their service jumpers, I watched intently. This was going to be a first for me, and I had to memorize it all. Damon walked up to me first. I knelt down and sucked in his dick the entire length. I slathered it with my spit tasting this wonderful dick that was going to fuck me and fill me with his cum load. I had to make sure he was ready. Damon put his hands on my head and began to fuck my skull. The “customer” is always right. Damon skull fucked me slowly making sure that my mouth stimulated his big dick as it was moistened as well. He knew Phil and obviously knew how Phil fucked and what a cum load he would leave. It would all be enough in Damon’s mind for him to invade my ass with his big dick and indeed he would invade it. Meanwhile, as I concentrated on Damon, Phil and Todd had watched me intently. They saw how quickly I had sunk to the floor and taken in Damon’s dick sucking on it but more than merely sucking on it—I had knelt and adored and worshipped it giving it that special warm feeling of acceptance. Todd moved quietly behind me to watch as Phil held his place his eyes widened enthralled at the live porno playing out in front of him. Slight movement behind me was heard but I kept my focus on Damon and his now ever rising big dick that had begun to stretch my mouth and fill me so fully. More and more Damon pushed his dick into and pulled out of my mouth as the time approached for his further invasion of me. I felt my ass being probed; I shifted so as not to interrupt Damon but to make my ass available to Todd. I felt a finger slowly slide inside me with uninterrupted insistence. Once fully inserted, I heard a voice say, “Nice and gooey.” Todd began exploring deeper my inside feeling the heat awaiting him and Damon as well as the soggy overload of the huge load of cum that Phil had deposited there. Satisfied that indeed Phil had arranged for another man to be shared among the three of them, Todd withdrew his finger from my ass standing, and then moved off to the side. Damon removed his hands from my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up as he did so accepting his hands now positioned to assist me in standing. Damon turned me around immediately, and I grabbed the pipe on the wall once more, bent over, and waited. I sensed Damon stepping close behind me proven by the head of his now slick black dick bouncing gently near my ass hole. I felt his left hand as it grasped my left hip as the bouncing ceased feeling a decided adjustment so that the tip of his dick now directly came in contact with the inner most point of the bull’s eye. I felt his right hand as it grasped my right hip. I waited and wondered what this glorious fuck would be like. The inward pressure on my bull’s eye increased as my hips were gently but firmly pulled backwards. The pressure increased more and then more again as I felt my bull’s eye slowly being pried open allowing Damon’s big dick at moderate speed slide inside me stretching my sphincter wide open creating an occasional shooting pain. With my sphincter spread wide, Damon continued his inward slide as I dipped my knees slightly allowing for easier access and acceptance. Further and further, Damon pushed his veined black dick into my ass as it stretched wider the insides making way for the entire length. As it slid into me, the more the spit from my mouth was consumed by mixing with the cum load and fuck juices that Phil had created coating Damon’s now fully hard dick providing the needed lube for Damon to continue uninterrupted until his pubic hairs came to rest mashed against my ass cheeks. This portion of the introduction was now complete. Damon quietly exhaled and held himself. I gently began tightening my sphincter muscle around his dick and then relaxing it. I did this several times until Damon finally began an equally uninterrupted withdrawal when I gently tightened my sphincter in a milking fashion. When this thick black dick had withdrawn until only the head remained in my ass, he stopped. I felt this same procedure of in and out for a couple of more times until Damon was satisfied as to I suppose compatibility between his dick and my ass. He began a faster in and out lubricating his dick with each entry and exit and no doubt increasing the amount of pre-cum flowing from his own piss slit adding to the gooey mixture that I knew was in my ass. His grip on my hips increased as his fucking increased in tempo and depth. I felt him in my ass and tried to envision the sight of his big, fat, veined black dick as it slid in and out of my ass. I truly wished that there were a video camera on hand. Perhaps there would be next time. Damon and I began to tune into the other more and more. I encouraged him with my sphincter gripping and milking him as he felt his balls slamming into my ass cheeks churning and building up his need to unload. I needed to feel his dick spitting out his load and to hear him make whatever audio sounds affirming that he was indeed making that deposit. I continued on matching his tempo and depth. Once more, my hips were grasped harder so as not to slip out of his possession. I again adjusted my stance for better accessibility hoping that it also provided for even a slight increase in depth of his fucking. Damon now fucked my ass hard and deep—not as Phil had done but still an excellent fucking was taking place—continuing on his path to completion which we all four knew would be soon. “You damn, mothafuckin’ bitch. You cum hungry kunt. Fuckin’ white whore. We heard you getting fucked in here. Your gut’s filled with Phil’s load, and I’m now fuckin’ it into a froth that’s leakin’ outta you. You gonna get another big load in there real soon. And, more, you fuckin’ bitch kunt,” Damon began spitting out for me and the other two to hear. The final assault on my ass began soon after his verbal announcement. He had excited me with it and my own dick had responded by issuing a long stream of pre-cum that was constantly fed with each pounding Damon gave me. My pre-cum string stretched about three quarters of the way to the floor before becoming too weighty breaking from my piss slit dropping onto the floor. “FUCKIN’ MOTHAFUCKIN’ KUNT! YOU BITCH!” Damon exclaimed as he reached over me grabbing my shoulders pulling me as tightly to him as possible as his now expansively large black dick invaded my gut and exploding the contents of his balls into me. I felt his dick swell even more and spit out its contents. He held me tightly so that his dick deposit was made as far inside me as possible. He was definitely replacing all of the cum of Phil’s that had been turned into froth. Again and again and again Damon unleashed a torrent of his DNA into my body as I stood glistening in my sweat accepting it willingly and hoping that it would never end. But, as usual, every deposit ends. As Damon and I both felt his dick slowly deflating, I once more gently squeezed on it so that once he began his withdrawal, I could coax out of his beautiful black dick any remaining cum making it the property of my ass. Damon leaned over placing his lips on my back and kissed it. “Hot ass, bitch; good fuck.” I accepted that as a sincere high compliment from this man.

I play with a married guy too with a wife who won't rim him. She's crazy because he has the sweetest tastiest ass. He has blown his loadva few times without touching his cock, just from jamming my tongue in his ass.

I'm new on the site. Reading all the hot stories makes me very horny. Especially love the stories from Gymguy8.

Much good ideas and information here in the thread. I've also heard to wait a year while grieving before changing large issues or making lifestyle decisions. I say find love in a completely honest relationship FIRST (gay or bisexual) and the question of whether to welcome children to be loved and parented into that relationship will be answered by yourself and your partner (male or female). [But in the case of a female partner relationship always make sure that she understands that you are and always will be gay/bisexual and that you need to be in a loving yet sexually open relationship where you always will have outside male FWB or sex partners. She may need to understand that she doesn't have to or cannot participate directly with you and your sex partners. But you should respect that she may also desire to have an outside sex partner too maybe even the biological parent of the child(ren) who you and her are raising as a family. It is not inconceivable that you could find a woman today who would be comfortable with this arrangement in the modern western world and society (open marriages, polyamory relationship, hot wife lifestyle, etc) but some more traditional countries and societies may not understand or tolerate this type of relationship. My 1st female wife gave me two children from her body but later divorced me because of my sexual adultery with men and saying that I was 100% gay. This cost me dearly for both loss of parenting with my then young children and with lawyer money. Incredibly 3 years after divorce , I met and later married a 2nd female wife with my honesty and her complete understanding that I was bisexual and would never be sexually monogamous ever. Early on she watched me and other bisexual or gay men hook up without any participation from her- not even clothing off. On our "honeymoon" we even did this on our honeymoon bed while she watched aside from a chair. She herself on occasion had short term male lovers/one night hook ups and had sexual threesomes with other married couples (M&F) without my participation at all but with my blessing. This woman then became very great step mother to my children until they became adults especially when my ex wife died from a medical problem when children were early teenagers. But now we both are older and 2nd wife has had medical issues related to female body internal health. Plus she knows that I have grown more to the homosexual side of bisexuality and that i now bareback only with men now so we stopped having penis in vagina intercourse about 5 years ago. This has helped our relationship continue in a loving way because, while I have still have male friends with benefits, regular fuck buddies and some random hook ups with men travelers, she and I are daily companions. So it is possible to be bisexual and have a loving relationship with a woman but you need 100% honesty. ] O hope that this helps you or other men.

Chapter 5 "Hmmmm. Tim said you were cute. Very nice to meet you Jay. Forgive my dick, it has a mind of its own. Looks like you have been busy! And been partyin pretty heavy I'd say. Its a good thing Tim isnt here to see you twisted like this. I think its hot though. I love fuckin a spun out bottom. They just cant get enough dick! That right?" I wasnt sure how to respond. Who was this guy? I knew I wanted him, but what about Tim? "Guilty as charged. Yeah, been busy and yeah a bottom. Who are you?" He reached out his hand. "I am Tim's friend, AJ. I live 3 doors down. My hot water heater is being replaced so I came here to shower." Relieved, I put out my hand and said, "nice to meet you too!" He took my hand, shook it, then pulled it to his now almost hard dick through his towel and said, "my dick is glad to meet you, but its more into your ass. Lets see what you got there Jay". I turned around and he pulled my jeans to my ankles, leaving my ass nicely framed in my jock. AJ whistled, dropped his towel, and then wrapped his arms around me while his dick laid in between the cheeks of my ass. AJ then took his finger and tapped my hole a few times, then licked his finger and pushed it in to his knuckle. He ran his other hand under my shirt and rubbed my chest and toyed with my nips. "Your ass is nice and wet. And damn, its clamping down, sucking on my finger. Its hungry. Real hungry." I broke out in a sweat and jerked a bit as he poked my prostate. My dick started flowing precum. AJ then lifted my shirt over my head and told me to step out of my jeans. He pulled my jock down and off then removed my socks. There we stood totally naked in my ex's kitchen. He turned me around and pushed my head downward telling me to get down on my hands and knees, stick my ass out and suck his dick. I did as he said. He produced a bottle of poppers and told me to take 6 huge breaths. As I started to fly, he took a couple then put the bottle down and fed his dick down my throat. I didnt gag. My throat opened up and swallowed his 9 inch dick to his balls. "Damn! Yeah! Suck my cock! Fucking meth bitch!" He grabbed my head and started skull fucking my throat. Swearing and moaning this went on for at least 15 minutes. "That ass is soooo hot and hungry!" Aj said. I hadnt realized but there were mirrors on the wall behind me giving him a front row seat to my ass as I sucked his dick. My ass was gyrating and my hole kept peeking and teasing him as my balls swayed while my hard dick drooled. "Time for some serious fucking. Grab your stuff and follow me. Dont worry about being naked. This place is clothing optional", AJ said. "Bet you get into intense play. When we get to my place I want you to drop your stuff just inside the door then head down the hallway to the right. Goto the end and into the last room on the right. Jump up into the sling and wait for me." We got to his place, much bigger than Tim's one bedroom. I followed AJ's directions. I could hear clanging and banging as I walked and realized that the water heater was still being worked on. I felt a bit nervous knowing that was going on, but my horniness drove me right up into the sling. I laid there and saw myself in the giant mirrors that covered the ceiling from wall to wall and more mirrors placed around the room. The sling had stirrups to which I put each foot through and smaller loops to which I put each hand through. I laid there looking at my reflection from so many angles. I honestly thought I looked pretty hot, my ass slightly hanging over the edge of the sling. My hole exposed and I could see it twitching, aching for dick. I began moving about in the sling making it sway. Footsteps came from the hallway. "Thanks! Let me know when its all done. I'll be back here fucking some hot ass." AJ said as he approached the room. "Fuck yeah! My sling suits you! My dick is gonna suit that ass too," AJ said as he entered the room. He then turned on some porn that I quickly realized was recorded in this very room and had him and another hot top totally banging the shit outta some boy in the same sling I laid in. Both he and the other top had leather gear on - harnesses, boots, armbands. I was so focused on all the action I didnt see AJ put on the same harness and boots until he was standing between my legs. He looked so hot. "Now I wont tell if you dont! I love getting fucked up. I demand my bottoms are totally fucked up. First things first." He walked around to behind my head and slipped the two straps around my wrists so that now I was tied to the sling. He did the same with my ankles. He grabbed a blindfold from a drawer and put it on me. "No ball gags or shit like that. I like to hear the screaming and begging. And you will, for sure. I am in control here. You are a fucking set of holes for me to use. I dont care about your dick - though I do like to see bottoms with hard ons I can grab onto and tease. Now relax a bit while I get some things". He turned the volume up for the porn. He then held onto my dick and told me not to move as he injected trimix into it. Then I felt a band on my arm, a cold swab, a slight prick, then off the band went and a huge rush washed over me. "Like I said, really fucked up. .5 should put you right up there. Fly slut fly", he laughed. I coughed super hard. "OOh fuck! Fuck! Holy shit! Fuck! God damn! Fuuucckk!!" I first shouted then could hardly get the words out. He began tapping my hole and asked me, "fuck what?" "Fuck my hole! Please! Fuck me!", came from me in gasps. My hole was then attacked by wet, determined tongue fucking. I tried to buck my hips to get more of it. My hole tried to suck his tongue in. A very slim but long dildo was then pushed deep into my hole and it burned for a few moments. The dildo was pushed and pulled and then stopped, pressing against my prostate. Pulled put, another tongue attack, and another, thicker, longer dildo pushed deeper and more burning. Pushed and pulled and again stopping against my prostate. Then a few thumps against my prostate and pulled out. Another tongue attack. A third, thicker and longe dildo entered. It burned even more and stretched my hole. I bucked upwards from the shock of its size. I shook my head side to side and tried saying no. "Your hole and dick are loving this! Tell me what you want," he said. I was insane at the intensity. The dildo was pulled from me. "I should stop? Right?" I shook my head no like crazy. Still gasping I tried to yell out no. Dont stop. I felt nothing. I tried bucking my hips and writhed in the sling. Then a much larger than before felt object began to push against my hole. It burned like never before. The pressure grew. I winced in pain. A popper soaked cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth as I tried to breathe. I flew higher and higher. My hole opened some more and the object pressed in and my hole gripped around it. A butt plug now filled my hole with pressure on my prostate. The cloth with poppers removed followed by taps of different force onto it. "Got u nice and opened up now. Didnt want to waste all that work! U hang in there a bit." he said as he left the room. Spun wasnt the word. I was fucked up. I then began to panic about what day and time it was as I had a Sunday afternoon flight home. Then that faded in favor of the need to get fucked. Now a bit more focused, I was able to shout out, "fuck my hot tight hole! C'mon! Fuck me!"

Part 5 TJ sat back on the couch as he rubbed his sore jaw. "I guess there's gonna more of that huh?" He asked. "Oh yea." I replied. "I told you this shit ain't cheap. If you want it, you've gotta earn it. He just sat there, not saying a word. "Now tell me, honestly, was it that bad? You really seemed to get into it there. Like you were really enjoying it." "It wasn't so bad, I guess." He replied. "I guess I thought it would be grosser." "And what about my cum?" "Well, that wasn't as gross as I thought either. I guess I'll have to get used to that huh?" "If you want to get high you do. Tit for tat." I said. "You'll learn that when you're sucking a man off, it's his right to cum wherever he wants to. If he wants to cum in your mouth, it's his right. If he wants to pull it out and cum on you, that's his right too." TJ just sat there looking at me with his fucked up eyes, not realizing what I was actually telling him. That I was going to use his mouth however I want, if he wants the drugs. "Now go get dressed!" We have an errand to run." In no time flat we were in the car heading to a friend's apartment. I had told TJ I was out of T, which I wasn't, and that we needed more. My friend was going to act like my supplier. It would be a while before I took him to my real dealer, who was a huge black dude. He was not ready for that. Yet. I parked the car and soon we were knocking on my friends door. Paul opened the door and smiled when he saw TJ. He ushered us in and into the living room. Paul's apartment was nothing special. Dingy, with some beat up old furniture. Paul was a 30 year old construction worker with a solid construction workers body. He actually used to be a priest, but he left the priesthood when he was 26. He decided he could no longer deny the gay, leather loving, cum loving, cock craving fag he was. I met him when he was 27, when he was still a condom queen. I was the first to introduce him to the party lifestyle, and soon I was fucking his tweaked up hole on a regular basis, raw of course. When he got the fuck flu, he knew I was the one that infected him, since he didn't let other guys do it raw. He of course refused to have anything else to do with me. It was just by chance that I ran into him in a bar, since I don't go to them much myself. When he saw me, he came and gave me a big hug, and thanked me for pozzing him. He said it allowed him to become the true pig he always knew he was. We celebrated by getting high as fuck and going to the bathhouse where I restrained him in the sling, blindfolded, and he was gangbanged all night long. Once I saw him naked, and I saw the big scorpion tattoo on his muscular pecs, I realized I had actually seen him here before quite a few times in the sling, but he usually had a leather hood on. So TJ sat on the ratty couch as Paul and I went into the bedroom to pretend to do business. There was a loaded pipe sitting on the coffee table, a total set up for TJ. When we came out, TJ was still on the couch, but sure enough, Paul's pipe had been moved. "Did you touch my pipe?" He asked TJ aggressively. TJ just looked at him and slowly nodded yes. "Did you smoke out of it?" He asked, raising his voice. An intimidated TJ replied with a weak voice, "I only took two hits, I swear! I didn't think you would mind." Paul moved like a flash. He grabbed TJ and yanked him off the couch throwing him against the wall and choking him with his forearm. He may have been 2 inches shorter than TJ, but he easily overpowered the skinny kid with sheer muscle. TJ just had a look of pure terror on his face. Paul got his face inches from TJ's and shouted at him. "Don't you EVER touch my shit without permission boy! Do you understand?" A very frightened TJ responded with a weak, "yes sir." "What!?" Shouted Paul as he grabbed TJ's balls and squeezed. "Yes SIR!" Replied TJ as he winced in pain. Paul threw him to the floor. "Well, I think you owe me something for that you little punk! You're gonna suck my cock!" "I don't do that." TJ whimpered. Paul grabbed TJ's long hair and yanked his head back painfully. "The hell you do you little thief!" He spat in his ear. "You stole from me, now take your fucking clothes off or I'll beat the crap out of you!" TJ started to remove his clothes with a shakey hand. He didn't move fast enough and Paul leaned down and pulled the boys clothes off so that a naked TJ was trembling on the dirty carpet. Paul grabbed his pipe and walked to the other side of the room and stood there. "Now crawl over here to me." He told the boy. Paul held out the pipe. "Crawl to me and you'll get a reward." I just sat in a chair and watched Paul do his magic. He was a damn good top when he wanted to be. "Come on boy. Crawl over here." Paul said, dangling the pipe. TJ succumbed to the lure of the pipe and crawled to where Paul stood. "That's a good boy." Paul crooned as he handed the pipe to TJ. The naked teenager knelt before Paul and accepted the pipe from him. He lit the torch and soon took a large hit. Paul took back the pipe as TJ exhaled. "Good boy. Now undo my pants and you'll get another hit. But you have to use your teeth." TJ moved his head toward Paul's crotch and started pulling on his jeans at the waist. Luckily they were button ups, and TJ had that task quickly done, and received another hit. "Now," continued Paul, "pull down my jeans, then with your teeth, pull down my jockstrap." TJ did what he was told. It was so hot watching this straight kid submit to a man. And I know he got a real good smell of Paul's raunchy jock. Once Paul's jock was around his ankles, TJ reached for Paul's pipe, thinking he would get a reward. "No no, you greedy little whore." He admonished the boy, "I didn't say you would get a reward for that. Now, do you want another hit before you suck daddy's cock?" TJ looked up and whispered, "Yes please Sir." "Ok, I want you to ask to suck my cock. Say, Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" TJ paused for a moment before he quietly replied, "Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" "I can't hear you." "Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" He asked in a loud voice this time. "Yes boy, you may." Said Paul, handing TJ the pipe. "Take two hits this time." TJ took two big hits, then handed the pipe to Paul. "Now start sucking!" He commanded the boy. TJ wrapped one hand around the base of Paul's cock and placed it in his mouth. Paul has the best dick to break a boys throat in. 7 inches, and not very fat. Just enough to get past a boys tonsils and in his throat. Paul hit the pipe as he watched the straight boy, that had just whored himself out for a few hits, work over his cock. TJ was doing great for his second cock, and it almost seemed that he liked being submissive. Paul set down the pipe and held TJ's head as he forced his full length into the boy. TJ tried to resist, but was no match for Paul. Soon his face was buried in Paul's pubes as he wretched and gagged. Paul pulled him off and TJ gasped for air as he spit up phlegm. Then Paul forced TJ's head back down to his pubes again as the boy choked and gagged some more. He kept repeating this until TJ started getting used to it and was able to suppress his gag reflex. A born cock sucker! Then Paul held TJ's head tight as he started to skull fuck him. He would pull almost all the way out then ram it back in hard. He did it over and over while TJ struggled for air, getting in gasps where he could. Eventually, Paul started fucking TJ's face faster and faster until he buried his dick and held it there. He let out a growl as the boy flailed on his dick and he started pumping his load right down TJ's throat. I could see TJ's throat muscles swallowing Paul's dirty semen as he tried not to drown in it. When Paul had finished, he pushed TJ off his dick onto the carpet. "Now boy, are ever going to steal again?" "No Sir." TJ croaked through his battered throat, wiping spit and snot and cum off of his face. "You better not boy!" He said. "Next time I'll show you what actual punishment is!" He took his pipe and added some more Tina to it and handed it to TJ. "Here, smoke this up, you earned it." TJ took the pipe and looked as happy as a pig in shit as he sat there, cross legged and smoked it all. He must have gotten 6 or 7 big hits on it while he sat there, oblivious to the future plans Paul and I were making for him. Soon a VERY spun TJ and I were back in the car, driving across town. I'm sure he thought we were going back to my place. He was very wrong. This kid was fucked up beyond reason, and I wasn't going to waste it. In no time, we had parked and I led an oblivious TJ to my favourite bookstore. This one you just paid an upfront fee and you were good for three hours. No pesky quarters to worry about. And we got there at 10pm. The perfect time on a Saturday night. He looked a little scared as we entered the arcade, but then again he was tweaking hardcore. I guided him through the little maze of booths until we got to one of them that had glory holes on both sides. I told him to strip, which he did without question. I couldn't wait until I could really explore this submissive side to him. I sat on the little chair in the room and pulled the now naked boy into my lap. I opened a new bottle of poppers and held it while TJ took 4 huge hits. Soon a hard cock was poking through one of the holes. "I don't want to do this." He said as soon as his cloudy head figured out what was going on. "Come on boy. Suck off five cocks and you'll get a little treat." I said, dangling a bag of Tina in front of him. "Suck off ten cocks, and there's a fat bag of weed with your name on it." "Yes Sir." He said as he sunk to his knees and crawled to the awaiting cock. I sat back stroking my big cock as I watched my trashy little straight skater boy suck the cocks of total strangers. Once he started, any inhibitions he may have had about sucking cock were long gone. He eagerly sucked each cock that came through the holes and swallowed every load. True to word, after 5 cocks, I told him it was treat time. I laid out a couple of small lines on the dirty cement floor. I handed him a rolled up bill, and he dutifully snorted the lines off the filthy floor of an adult bookstore. Fucking trash. Without even pausing, he started sucking the next cock that came through a hole. I took a little shard and stuck it up his ass. He moaned and gyrated as the T burned his insides. Then I started finger fucking him while he was sucking anonymous dicks. I took out a little thing of lube that I always carry with me and soon had two fingers sliding in and out. By the time he took cock number 10, I had three fingers in his virgin boy hole. And not once did he object. He had taken his 10th cock by 11:30, and we still had an hour and a half. Of course I didn't want to waste my time, and TJ was obviously into sucking any cock he could, so we stayed. After he had drained a couple more cocks I decided I needed some relief myself, but I didn't want to stop TJ from what he was so obviously enjoying, so I went on the prowl hoping one of my regular cumdumps might be around. And as luck would have it, I ran into Tony. He was a skanky 26 year old drug addict and a total bottom. He had been turned out in prison. I liked him because he was small, only 5'6", and no matter how much he got fucked, his little ass gripped my giant cock like a fist. He was skinny and pale with a shaved head and covered in tattoos. And not nice ones either, prison like tattoos. I took him to my booth just as TJ was swallowing his 14th(?) anonymous load. He just looked at us with wild eyes, but didn't say a word. I told Tony to strip and piled his clothes on top of TJ's. I laid out two lines for each of them. Thin ones for TJ, and two fat ones for Tony. Both of the whores snorted the T off of the disgusting floor. TJ went back to sucking cocks. I lubed up my cock and kicked the door open. I felt like having an audience. I don't think TJ even noticed at his point. I sat on the chair and took a nice size shard and shoved it right up into Tony's ass. Then I sat him on my cock, facing away from me. He instantly started riding my huge cock, all the way to the base. Men walked by and stopped to watch the show. Some jerked their cocks. I had two of them shoot their loads onto TJ's head, into his hair. I fucked Tony in a couple different positions before I couldn't hold back and I flooded his guts with my diseased cum. When I finished, I offered his ass up to anyone that wanted it. An elderly man stepped into the booth. I stepped into the hallway and watched as the old man stuck his dick into the willing hole while TJ sucked cock like it was going out of style. Two more people fucked Tony and added their cum to the cumdump. I couldn't wait until TJ was the cumdump. TJ swallowed what I guessed was a about his 20th load. Finally, at 1am, it was time to leave. There weren't a lot of guys left anyway. I told the boys to get dressed and told Tony he was coming with me. I was still horny and needed a boy who could take it rough. Once we got home, I gave TJ his promised fat sack of weed and kicked him out the door. In no time flat, I had double slammed Tony and had my fist buried deep in his cum filled guts.

I’ve been throat fucked whilst unconscious a couple of times and it hurts like hell the day after but I fucking love it

Love this topic lol. Not Wht only, but def perfer Wht dyck. Have made the best Doms, a Wht Daddy was the first to nut in me, Wht Doms have been more responsible in shaping me into the sub cumdump I am now😁 (no disrespect to the brothas that treated me like a hoe and turned me out as well lol)

This is hotter than hell! A friend of mine asked me to hang with his nephew a few years ago when he visited because I am much closer in age to the nephew than my friend and he was going nuts trying to find stuff they could do together. I caught the 20-something "straight" guy checking me out when we were undressing to get into the hot tub, so I decided to tempt fate and said I was going in bare ass if it was cool with them and both of them decided to do it too. When my friend got out to run and pick up some dinner and beer for us, his nephew moved closer and kept commenting on how the jets were making his cock hard and asking me if I was a special friend of his uncle's and letting me know he was okay with it and even admitted to getting blown by a friend in college sometimes and cruising at the adult bookstore in his home town. By the time my friend got back from his food run his nephew and I had turned on some bi porn in the basement and I was sucking his very nice 8 inch uncut dick while he told me he wanted to watch his uncle fuck my ass if I could convince him to do it. For some reason he panicked when his uncle pulled in the garage and dove across the room and threw a blanket over his naked body while tugging his shirt and underwear off the floor and trying to slip them on without being obvious. I followed suit and put a towel around my waist and helped my friend carry in the food and stuff, pulling him aside to tell him what his nephew said. He was really turned on by it and took me to his bedroom and we each hit his Tina pipe while I sucked his dick and he grabbed his laced lube and some laced joints and told me to go back down in just my briefs, socks and undershirt, while he put on a cock ring and a pair of flimsy gymshorts and turned up the heat so it was really warm while we ate and watched the porn, laughing about how cheesy it was. When my friend went to get us each another beer, his nephew asked me if I thought he should say something to let his uncle know he wanted to watch us fuck around and I told him I could say something if he was too nervous which made his day. When his uncle came back in I said the movie was turning me on and took off my shirt, then asked if either of them minded if I smoked a joint, which sadly made the nephew admit he couldn't smoke because of random UAs at his job, but surprised us both by admitting he would do some lines of coke if we had any, since that would clear his system before he left town. His uncle told him he didn't have any coke, but said he thought that I might have some Tina if that worked (which made me laugh to myself since he was the one who had the Tina but obviously didn't yet know if he wanted his nephew to know what a wild fucker he was). His nephew said fuck yeah and told us while we got a bowl loaded that he had tried Tina once before when he was in college and how he and two of his frat brothers spent three days straight smoking and fucking two girls they met on tindr. Once we were all high I asked outright if he still wanted to watch his uncle fuck me, and he said "yeah bro if that's not too weird." I didn't wait for his uncle to respond I just dropped to my knees and fished his big cut meat from his shorts and began sucking it while he laughed and kept hemming and hawing about how he wasn't sure if this was a good idea and asking his nephew over and over if he was really okay seeing the two of us play, insisting we could stop if he got too uncomfortable with it. Once I got him fully erect and began deep throating him, he finally stopped asking the kid if he was cool and began to ram my throat. When he decided to fuck my ass, he moved the coffee table and rolled over an upholstered bench that he had me lay back on and began eating my butt. I could see the kid trying not to seem like he was too into what we were doing, facing the bigass TV but darting his eyes back to us every chance he could. I wasn't going to let the kid get away with that, and told him with a firm voice "stop pretending u like jerking all the way over there and just get your cock over here so I can suck it!" "Is that okay?" He asked his uncle while standing up and getting undressed all except for his boxers which were inside out from his quick redressing earlier. I didn't wait for his uncle to give him more semi-sure answers or begin a series of questions about was it okay with him, I asked him to take a hit from the pipe and then let me get one, and when he picked up the pipe and torch from next to me I yanked down his boxers and pulled his hips causing his knees to buckle and land next to me on the padded bench thing, which allowed me to lick and stroke his dick while telling him to do as i asked and take a hit. He was still sucky at hitting the pipe but he did as he was told, and kept hitting it per my urging while I readjusted until I could suck him completely, which I did for 3 minutes before his uncle popped up between my legs with his cock lubed and told his nephew to shotgun him a hit while entering my hole. After that they both forgot to be pussies and just went with it, uncle sucking his nephews cock while fucking me, then trading places with his nephew, and lubing his cock before watching the kid fuck my ass while fucking my mouth until the kid leaned down and slobbered on his uncle's knob and kissing me, which made uncle announce he was gonna blow, which he did all over our faces without asking. I figured the nephew would freak or be grossed out, but instead he screamed out that he was cumming, and pulled out and shot all over my hole. We fucked two more times that night and he sucked his uncle off once. From what I hear from my buddy, his nephew recently got married and is expecting a kid but I bet he would still fuck a dude if the opportunity presented itself.

I really like dirty white boys!

I most likely got my tranny ass knocked up by a BBC. A very high percentage of the men I was with while chasing were black. While I do not know for sure......I really think that I do know the night I got POZZED. I was fully femmed up and he was the first guy to "prep" my ass with a brush and we shared a point a couple times as well. A couple weeks later---fuck flu. I am glad the dude in the story got converted. Being a POZ tranny is my dream cum true. And as a tip for all the "wanna-be" chasers out there.....do some research on HIV infection demographics. If you are going hunting...go where the game is.

I'm 49 so my hookup options while in the closet in my 20s and 30s were expensive phone-sex chat lines, AOL m4m chat rooms and CL. I was dating women and working a lot and while CL worked for me it was SLOW! Eventually an escort prevailed upon me to pay him. It was easy, fast and hot so I became a regular. I was maybe 32 when I was using him once per month. I usually topped him but sometimes he blew me if his ass hurt. I always wanted him to cum too so one visit he just decided he would fuck me. He did it bb. I knew what he was doing and didn't say a word. Didn't resist and bucked back into him until I had my first load in my ass. I progressed slowly from top to bottom and safe to bb. My fuck hole hasn't seen a condom in 6 months (a nervous 18 year old) and maybe a year prior to him. I love being bred. Cum belongs in my butt.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

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