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I had gone to the bar as I usually did after work. I had met up with Tom and Joe; they were tops that I usually met up with for sex. We were having a beer and chatting. They had spoken with me about the upcoming bareback party. "Fred, you're going to the party, aren't you?" Tom asked. He was leaning against the table where I was sitting. Joe also leaned against the table as he said "You'd best be there, they need more good bottoms." I wasn't sure what he was implying, but I took a gulp of my beer and said "Sure, I'm going; are you both going to be there?" They both shook their heads yes. Tom and Joe were looking for the younger type of men they preferred, and one by one they left and joined the crowds prowling. I finished my beer and left, as I didn't want to become one of their or others targets. On the Friday night of the party I had pondered about it and decided for sure I would go. I parked about two blocks away and walked there. I paid the entrance fee and then stripped in the locker room. I wore my usual black leather harness and jock strap. I scouted the party area and found it fairly well occupied. Several men were looking for bottoms, including Tom and Joe. Tom walked over to me "Are you picking out who you want first?" "Of course" I replied. Joe said "The slings are busy, but there's a St. Andrew's Cross across the floor over there. Want to let us get you started?" I figured I'd start out easy, so I said "Sure." We walked over and they put my arms up in the padded cuffs, making sure I was facing the cross, and spread my legs, not bothering with the ankle cuffs. Joe had some lube with him, and he greased up his cock and my ass, and he slid in without as much as saying anything. I had previously greased up my ass in advance, as I figured I'd be bottoming for most of the men there. Joe was pretty much the same as he'd always been, just a fast fuck. He didn't cum, just looked at Tom and when he pulled out, he took over. He was also a fast fucker, but he didn't get off either. When he pulled out he turned to Joe and said "Let's go see what else is available." They left me attached to the wrist cuffs, so I was stuck where I was. At this point I was pissed. I wanted to be really fucked, but they had left and I couldn't get out, as the cuffs were secured to the posts of the cross pieces. So I had to just stand there and listen to all the guys that were enjoying themselves. I could look over and see a couple guys in the slings, both being well fucked, with a crowd of men around, urging them on. As I hung there, kind of discouraged, I smelled cigar smoke. Then a man walked up to me. I looked down and saw the fingers of a black man working my nips and balls. Then I felt his hardness against my ass, about the same time as I was aware of a big black cigar coming over my left shoulder. He took a big drag and then removed the cigar from his mouth and let a big cloud of cigar smoke surround us. "You feel left out, young fellow?" he asked as he slipped his cock up my greasy hole. I inhaled a big breath of the smoke before I responded "Yeah". He grasped my hips and pulled me back a little to make my ass more open to him. The cigar was still over my left shoulder and he took another big draw on it as he went up my ass. "You're pretty open, boy, but not all the way" he said, as he hit my second sphincter. Now at this point he was pretty much as far up my ass as any man had ever been, and I was shaking from the feeling. I think he realized that as he took another big drag on the cigar. "How about I let you down off this cross and give you a nice ride on one of the slings?" I didn't want to loose his cock out of my ass, but I did think it would be better to be lying down before he pierced my second sphincter, so I said "Sure." He unfastened the two wrist cuffs and I was able to get my arms down. It made me feel weird from tired muscles, but I was able to turn around then and see who this man was. He looked to be over 40, was about 6'2" tall, black, as I already knew, and was wearing a harness and chaps and a leatherman's cap, plus big boots. He had a nice face, sort of long, with bright eyes, and a big smile. I couldn't see his hair, but he had a short beard and mustache and what I could see of his body was muscular and covered in short curls of hair, and some of it was just beginning to turn gray. And of course he had a big black cigar in his jaw. He was standing there with his hands on his hips, just looking me over as I was doing the same to him. "You like what you see?" he asked. I was really staring at his big cock, which had to be at least 10" long and so thick I didn't think my hand would reach around it. I looked up at his eyes, and said "Yes, I do." He smiled and took the cigar out of his mouth after he took a big drag, and he took me in his arms, bent me over and kissed me and let the smoke out as we kissed. He was holding me close, and it's a good thing, as I felt like I was going to collapse from the kiss and the smoke. He pulled me up, put the cigar back in his mouth, and turned me around toward the slings. The first one in front of us was open, so he led me over to it. As I began to get into it, he removed my jockstrap and laid it aside. Then he let me get in and got my feet into the stirrups and made sure I scooted down so my ass was over the end. Then he walked around the sling, took another drag and leaned over me and gave me another big smokey kiss. One thing I can say, regardless of the smoke, he knew how to kiss. I would have been happy to have spent the evening just kissing with him. He walked around to the front of the sling, made sure his cock was erect and greased well, and he penetrated me as if I was not there. I wasn't prepared for that. He was right against my second sphincter before I was ready for him. He had a hand on each sling chain and began to move the sling against him; out as he pulled out and in as he fucked. My second sphincter was bounced against, then seemed to be opening up, and then he was in all the way, ALL the way. I had never had a man so deep inside me. He was smiling around the cigar, smoking it silently as he proceeded to fuck me. I was in sort of a suspended animation feel. There was something inside me that felt deeper into me and it was thicker than I had ever had before, and it kept going. I loved it! He was really fucking me, like I'd never been fucked before. And then he stopped, took another big drag and bent over and kissed me, pulling the sling to him as he did it. I took in the smoke with his kiss, and it was like he was kissing me and letting me in on some big secret, at least it felt like it. Then he stood upright again, put the cigar back into his mouth, and began to really fuck me. It was like what had gone before was just preparation, now we were fucking. The chains were rattling and men began to gather around. There was the usual shouted comments, "Let him have it! Show him who's the Daddy now! Fuck that ass, man! Breed him!" I was hanging onto the chains for my life, it felt like. He was really digging in deep, long strokes. And before I was ready for it, I could feel him cumming in my ass. I don't think I'd ever felt it like that before. My cock was up stiff and I began to spout. I couldn't ever remember a time like this before. He was grinning at me as he continued to fuck me, until he finally went flaccid enough to come out of my ass. When he came out I heard the cum splat on the floor, so I assumed he'd given me a big load. As usual at these events, he walked away from the head of the sling and there was a man to rim me and clean my ass up and eat all the cum, and then men began to take turns, getting into my open ass. He came up to me, took a big drag and bent down and gave me a long smokey kiss. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!" he said. I was being pounded again, so I just said a happy "Yes", and he walked away. I guess it was three other men that fucked me after the big black guy. None were as good, and if they came, I couldn't tell it. When I was finally left alone, I felt wasted, worn out. I began to try to get my legs out of the stirrups, and found I couldn't move them well enough. As I was fumbling with this, the black guy came back and helped me out and up. As I tried to stand up, I couldn't do it, so he helped me along to a bench at the side and made sure I could sit properly. I thanked him, and he sat down beside me. I noticed his big cock was now just flaccid and floppy. It was still long, longer than mine erect. "My name's Leroy" he told me. "I'm Fred" I said. He looked at me. "Would you mind coming home with me tonight?" he asked. I thought about it. "I have a big place outside of town, big garage for your car." He had realized the reason I had not responded was I was afraid to be in a black area and leave my car out. I felt very badly about it, but I said "Yes, I'd very much like to go home with you." We disposed of our "party" apparel and dressed in our "normal" clothing at the lockers. Leroy said he was in a big SUV, and I said I was in a Ford Focus. He said he would wait for me out front. When I pulled up, he set out. It took us nearly a half hour to get there, including a little windy road through the trees, when we got to his place. He had a big separate garage with space for three cars, so there was plenty of room for mine. When I got out, he was closing the garage doors and invited me to follow him. I was pleased he lived in a rather large old home, and it was clean. He was still smoking the same cigar when we arrived. He took a final big drag on it, turned to me and kissed me so hard he wrapped his arms around me and bent me over, again releasing the smoke as we kissed. I had to admit I was getting accustomed to cigar smoke when he let me come up. He put the cigar in one of the many ash trays around the living room, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Again it was clean, so I was impressed. He didn't say anything, just began taking my clothes off, as I took his off. When we were both naked, he again took me in his arms in another big kiss. I could still taste cigar on his lips, but it was a fine kiss. He led me to the bed, turned it down, and let me get comfortable in the center of the bed. He climbed in over me, laid down on me, and we had another big kiss, or we just continued to kiss as he moved my legs about, getting himself between my legs. Then he bent down and took my cock in his mouth, all the way to the balls, and began to suck on me. Now I've had blow jobs. Some were quick, some were long, but he was sucking me! I had my hands in his hair and working his shoulders. He grinned when he tasted precum, but he just kept sucking. I couldn't help myself, I just went with it, and eventually I filled his mouth. I thought he was going to suck everything out of me. When he let me loose, he climbed up over and kissed me, sharing the load of cum in his mouth. I think that was the first time I'd ever had a guy suck me and let me have some of my own cum in a kiss. I felt wiped out. He held my head as he continued to kiss me. Then he moved back down, picked up my legs, put them over his shoulders, and began to rim my ass. I didn't say anything, just wondered if he was tasting more than his own cum. When he had both of us trembling, he rose up and stuck his cock in my hole. Now I know I was wet, but it had been at least an hour, if not longer, since anyone had been in there, and he was not lubed. But he just slid all the way in; I guess his previous load of cum had been enough to grease my channel. As he moved I had moved my legs from his shoulders to around his waist and he put his arms down beside me as he proceeded to fuck me like he was trying to fuck the shit out of my ass, really hard fucking You know I'm not a virgin; I've been fucked more than I like to admit. But he really did it. He was kissing me and loving me the whole way through. His dick was so long, I was wondering where he was putting it, feeling like it would soon be in my stomach. And I was kissing him back as he kissed me. I was in heaven. When he finally blew, so did I. I can't remember cumming like that, or receiving a load like that. He laid down on top of me, still filling me up, and continued kissing me, until we both fell asleep. Sometime Saturday morning, must have been after 9 AM, we both came awake. He was beside me, holding me in his arms, and I was enjoying being cuddled. We looked at each other, and he asked if I needed the bathroom. Did I? I was about to burst. So we got out of bed and he showed me the adjoining bath, and we stood side by side, pissing. Then he gave me a fresh toothbrush and got his and got us both toothpaste, and we brushed. Then we could kiss. "So, do you want some breakfast, or do you want to fuck first?" I was hungry, so I said "Breakfast first, then fuck." He smiled at me and though we were both naked, led me down the hall to the living room and then the kitchen. I took a seat at the table. He asked me "Cereal or bacon and eggs?" I said "bacon and eggs," so he got them out and gave me the bread to make toast and showed me the coffee maker and coffee. We worked side by side in the kitchen, he wearing an apron, and then as the meal was ready, he removed it and we ate beside each other. After my second cup of coffee, he asked if it was time to fuck yet. I said "Sure!" Now this time we didn't go back to the bedroom. First thing he did was go to the humidor and get out two cigars. One was long and black, the other was shorter, smaller around and cigar colored. He explained that the black was called Maduro and the other was called Natural. He showed me how to cut the rounded end off and moisten the end. Then he let me have the smaller one and he took the larger one. He lit the big one using a lighter that was very small and gave a very tight flame. He drew on the cigar to get it going. Then he lit the cigar for me. I'm not used to smoking, so I was coughing. He said to sip the smoke, like a coke, and then let it out. Don't inhale it like a cigarette. I tried it, and it was OK. The taste was not like what I had inhaled last night. It had more flavor. He said only suck in a little smoke for a while, and get used to it. Then he led me to the basement stairs, and we went down into what was revealed as his "play room". I was standing in the center, just looking around. There was a sling hanging with a stool ready for a person to sit in front of it if he was going to fist, a St. Andrew's cross on the other wall, and the opposite wall consisted of shelves covered in various sex toys. Over in the corner was an open shower, surrounded with tile flooring and a drain. While I was just standing there, occasionally smoking, looking around, he came over to me, wrapped his arms around me and turned my head to him, and kissed me. This was another big kiss, and my legs were about to let go. He helped me over to the sling and put me in it, and got my legs in the stirrups. Then he did something no one has ever done. He came to me and offered me his cock. I've sucked cock before, but never when I was in a sling. The head of the sling was down slightly, and there was a pillow of leather, so sucking him was easy, except for the length. I gagged several times, never being able to take his full length. I doubt I ever would be able to. When he felt he was "moisturized" enough, he went around to the head of the sling and greased up his fingers with one of the many lubes on the shelf beside him. He used his greasy fingers to open me up, first one, then two, then three, and when he was making me crazy bouncing around on my prostate, he finally began to use his cock. He gradually began to take longer strokes, until he hit my second sphincter. He then began to bounce off it, gradually getting it to open and allow him in again. Then he proceeded to show me what an early morning fuck was like. I was occasionally taking a drag off my cigar; he was smoking his all the time, never taking it out of his mouth, except when he would lean over and kiss me. I was having great fun again, feeling how deep he went. As he began to really get into it, moving the sling with his fucks, he began to slam into me. Long strokes, me moving close to vertical, then down to slam into him. I was having trouble holding on to my cigar. He could tell, so as he began to get close, he brought the sling down and just really fucked me hard. I took one final drag from my cigar and let it out as he really got into his final strokes. My cock and his let loose at the same time. I was spouting cum like a sprinkler in the center of the garden. He gradually let his strokes get smaller and smaller until he got to the point that he fell out of my ass. He leaned over and kissed me again, and again it was a long one. By this time it must've been noon or later, and my stomach was making noises. He smiled, put the cigar back in his mouth, and began to release me from the sling. I had put my cigar, what was left of it, in one of the many ash trays around the shelves, and he pulled me up and out. He also pulled me into one of his long kisses, filled with smoke. After that we took a short shower in the playroom shower room, and then dried off with the towels there. And of course he had to kiss me as he did that. As he released me, he looked at me with a question in his mind. I was standing there, looking up at the man. Even naked, he was taller than me, built, muscles everywhere, though he was not built like those muscle men you see on TV. He kissed me again, gently, and asked me "Would you consider coming back here sometime?" I thought about it as we climbed the stairs. We went back to the bedroom and I began putting my clothes back on and finding my shoes. He just stood and watched me. I finally decided. "Yes, I'd like to come back sometime. When do you want me?" He smiled at me and bent down and gave me another long kiss. "You think you'd like to live here? I am in need of a partner, someone to share my bed and my life." I thought about it. "Do you ever let anyone fuck you?" I asked him. "It has been known to happen, if the man is with me long enough to be sure." "Then I'd like to apply!" I said. He picked me up and kissed me and kissed me. Now it was not an easy thing, but we worked it out. It took a long time for my family to get used to an older big black man like Leroy. But when they discovered he was a good man, good to me, and good for me, then we were OK. And we always liked to fuck! Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com November, 2020

Part 26 - Twice the Father The expensive looking black Mercedes 4x4 entered the suburbs on the warm Saturday morning, Rico sat huffing and puffing at Mason, his usual trait when he didn't agree with his husband's decision. He had said his peace before leaving their mansion and as expected Mason just kept glancing and grinning at him, that was his unique trait that easily wound Rico up that lead to one of their fiery exchanges before ripping the clothes of each other and making mad passionate make up sex. Their love for each other was off the scale and the hot blooded Mexican Rico was one of the reasons Mason was kept grounded and sane, the other was reason about to get a surprise. In their late 40's Rico and Mason had been together for over twenty years instantly falling in love with each other at a dorm party that Rico had gate crashed one fateful autumn evening, that as they say is history and the two of them had never been apart since. Mason hailing from a wealthy banking family worked for his father and Rico a soap actor famous in his own right starring in some of the cheesiest Telenovelas that Mason took delight in watching and ribbing him constantly. Rico didn't care, he earned a pretty good wage and was always at red carpet events with Mason and loved lording it over him. Within the Telenovela world Rico and Mason were the celebrity couple that people loved to see. By the time they were in their twenties they adopted a timid half Mexican boy who just turned 11 years old, rugged and street wise lacking a real family life, Mason's mother had worked the authorities until they allowed for an official adoption to take place. The first few years were a little fraught with the three of them finding their feet with each other, the boy got stability in his life and soon bonded and grew up loving them, to him they were his real parents. "I tell you this is not going to go down well" Rico said watching Mason turn on to the road. Mason laughed "Just because you won some award for your dire acting you think you are right". Rico slapped him on the arm "Show some respect to an award winner" he replied with a smug grin. "The only respect you will get is when I wipe my cock across your pretty face" Mason said giggling. Rico looked up at the house "Best behaviour Mason and don't get over protective" he said. "Me?" Mason replied smiling, "If anyone gets over protective it is you" he replied laughing. Rico checked himself in the small mirror on the visor. "Stop being so vane" Mason said turning on to the drive. Charlie dressed in only his boxers poured Carrington a mug of coffee, he appeared at the doorway wearing boxer briefs that hugged tight against his waist and thighs. Charlie smiled holding out the mug, Carrington took a sip then put his mug down turning to face Charlie. "What?" Charlie asked looking at the intense look Carrington gave him. Carrington smiled "I want to spend the day fucking you" he said moving towards Charlie. Charlie backed up against the table in the kitchen "You have to break me in first" he replied. "You think I don't know that" Carrington touching Charlie's face moving closer. Carrington kissed Charlie lifting and sitting him on the table "This is weird" Charlie said. Carrington pushed Charlie on to his back "Going to make you my toy today" he said teasing Charlie. Charlie raised his legs clamping them around Carrington's waist giving a little squeeze and pulling him forward. His body fell on to Charlie's and their mouths locked together in a kiss. Rico stood in the doorway watching the two men going at each other oblivious to him standing there leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. Mason walked up behind Rico "Told you we should have called him an not just a message" Rico said. Charlie freaked pushing Carrington off "Fucking hell" he screamed rolling off the table. "Nice of you to let him up for air Carrington" Rico said walking around to Charlie. "Coffee would be nice but put that away and wash your hands" Mason said laughing at Carrington. Carrington looked down at his cock poking out of his boxer briefs "What are you doing here?". "I sent you a message telling you we are coming over" Mason said walking in to the kitchen. "You frightened him" Carrington said pushing his cock back in to his boxers. Rico chuckled standing over Charlie "Need help young man?" he asked holding his hand out. Charlie stood and backed in to the corner covering his raging hard on "Back off" he said. The whole situation was confusing for Charlie who had no idea who these two men were that casually walked in to the house. Carrington strode over to Mason kissing him then did the same with Rico, Charlie stood there bright red still covering his modesty. Carrington walked over to Charlie putting his arm around his shoulder pulling him forward. "Charlie meet my parents" Carrington proudly said, "Mason my father" he introduced. "And my other father Rico" Carrington said, "An actor" he said using air quotes. Rico coughed "An award winning actor to be precise" he said arrogantly then laughing. Mason shook his head "And don't we know it, ten times a day he reminds and shows me the award". "Don't listen to him Charlie" Rico replied, "He is jealous about my talent". "What do you mean?" Carrington chipped in, "Your only talent is putting your legs over your head". Mason cracked up laughing looking at Charlie. "At least I have the arse to do it" Rico replied. Charlie stood there quietly trying to come to terms that Carrington had two fathers and failing to catch up with their rather sordid banter that was going on between them. He tried to sneak out of the kitchen to get some more clothes to wear but Rico was on him like a shot pulling the embarrassed Charlie back in to the kitchen. He found himself lost for words face to face with the incredibly attractive Rico who stood taller than him by an inch or so. Charlie could already see from the shorts and t-shirt he wore that Rico had a very fine muscle build, not massive or small but just the right balance that was enough to make his on screen character ooze sexual appeal. Mason on the other hand had brown hair and slightly taller than Rico, he though packed a more muscular body just like Carrington's. "What are you both doing here?" Carrington asked again taking Charlie in his arms. Mason looked at him "You sent us a message a few days ago" he replied. "Dam" Carrington said running his hand through his hair, "I didn't mean to send it". Rico smiled "Well you did and this one wanted to see what it was all about". "Can I put some clothes on please?" Charlie asked fondling Carrington's arse. "Of course you can" he replied kissing Charlie. "Must you?" Rico asked, "I like looking at your body Charlie" he said with a crafty grin. Charlie walked towards Rico "You wish" he said walking out laughing feeling a little more confident. Rico chuckled shaking his head "I like him". "Dad" Carrington said looking inquisitively at Mason. "He is English" Mason said pausing, "Does that mean you are taking the job?". Carrington stood looking from one to the other "Nothing has been decided". Mason shook his head "Carrington you know this will break our hearts". "Please don't" Carrington replied getting upset, "No guilt trip this weekend". "Mason" Rico said holding his hand, "Carrington we will support what ever decision you make". Mason looked at Rico. Carrington knew he father was upset "Get to know him" he said. "Come on Mason you need to charm the hell out of him" Rico said kissing him. Carrington smiled "I know Charlie is real" he expressed, "Just don't try buying him". Mason smiled and nodded "There is a fine house up for sale not far from us" he added. "Father!" Carrington said wagging a finger at Mason smiling, "How nice is it?" he asked. "No" Rico said stopping them, "Can we just have an ordinary weekend all four of us". Carrington leaned back against the counter "Does that mean we are spending the weekend with you?". "Of course" Rico replied, "Your father is anxious about this new one". Carrington nodded "If you mention award winning actor the weekend ends" he warned laughing. Rico laughed "You idiot Carrington of course I am going to keep going on about it". Mason finally laughed and hugged Carrington "He is cute" he said, "Nice choice". Carrington smiled "I hope you like him, plus we are sort of engaged". "Slow down Carrington" Rico said patting his shoulder, "I know how carried away you can get". "I know" Carrington replied, "Better go make sure he is alright" he said walking to the door. Mason nodded "And get dressed so we can leave" he called after him. Carrington looked up the staircase dreading that he would find a very scared Charlie being pushed so fast in to meeting his parents when they hadn't spent much time together themselves. Climbing up slowly he knew that Mason really would be heartbroken if he moved to England for this job and in many ways he loved living in the Buckhead area and having his parents down the road, that alone brought a lot of sanity to Carrington. Carrington walked in to the bedroom to find Charlie sitting on the bed "You okay?" he asked. Charlie nervously nodded. "I never expected them to turn up" Carrington said. Charlie looked at him "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, "That you have two fathers?". "Oh... I never think of it as anything else than normal" Carrington said holding his hand. "I can get rid of them if you like, get them to back off a bit" Carrington offered. Charlie shook his head "No, I see how much they mean to you" he replied. "You do know they are expecting us to spend the weekend with them" Carrington said seriously. Charlie laughed nervously "Are they assessing me to see if I an worthy?" he asked. "Of course they are" Carrington replied smiling, "Mason is the hard one to crack though". Charlie looked at him "What do you mean?" he asked laying back on the bed. "Doesn't accept people on face value" Carrington replied, "Get to Rico then you get Mason". Charlie smiled "He is a very stunning man" he said. Carrington slapped him on the leg "Err, that is my father you are talking about". Charlie shrugged "Oh he wants me" he replied pulling Carrington down laughing. Carrington leaned over Charlie "Rico is astute and an excellent judge of character" he said. "Oh" Charlie replied holding Carrington's hand. "So you...?" Charlie started to ask. "Adopted" Carrington informed him, "They adopted me when I was 11". Charlie nodded feeling a little sad for him hearing this, he couldn't imagine what it must have been like. Looking into Carrington's eyes there was no sorrow only happiness and he wanted to make Carrington happy as well. Charlie ran his finger down Carrington's cheek 'I love you Carrington, really I do' he said then kissed him long and hard. Saturday they drove down to Savannah having a late lunch by the ocean and walked around before heading back to Atlanta. Charlie spent most of the walk with Rico by his side talking and listening, never one to be open Charlie soon found Rico so charismatic that he talked freely about his family omitting to mention he was a twin. Charlie observed a lot and the interaction between Carrington and his parents was incredibly close, despite Carrington being grown up they were still devoted parents to him. On the return to Buckhead Charlie was sat in the back with Rico and it was his turn to ask all about Rico's acting career that received constant moans from the Carrington and Mason in the front. "He will go on for hours Charlie" Mason said entering Buckhead. Charlie laughed and Carrington turned to wink at him. "Back to ours?" Rico asked Carrington. "Yes if Charlie doesn't mind" Carrington replied. Charlie nodded in agreement fearing he had no choice. Mason glanced at Carrington and smiled "Do you need to pick up anything?" he asked. "No" Carrington replied, "Charlie sleeps naked". Rico chuckled at Charlie going red "Who wouldn't with our handsome son" he exclaimed proudly. Charlie watched the row of mansions appearing "Where are we going?" he asked Rico. "Barclay House" Rico replied, "It is where we live and Carrington grew up there". Charlie sat in the SUV looking at the building, some bloody house he thought opening the door and stepping out in the warm evening air. He couldn't quite take in the size of the place, it was almost double that of Hibiscus Manor and the driveway leading up was twice that of Carrington's relatively small place in comparison. Rico stood waiting for Charlie "House?" Charlie said, "That ain't no house". Rico smiled "No it is a home" he replied taking Charlie's arm. They ended up spending the entire weekend at the house, for Carrington it was a major milestone since no other boyfriend had ever been invited to stay so long at the family home. Mason softened to Charlie but he couldn't hide the fact he didn't want Carrington to leave, he knew there would eventually be a time when their son had to make choices and it played on him heavily. Rico and Carrington were preparing lunch on the last day and Mason sat out on the terrace reading the paper. Charlie watched him for a moment then slipped outside and sat with him, it bugged him that Mason was a little distant still after spending so much time together. "Do you not like me?" Charlie asked speaking his mind. Mason put the paper down and looked at him "I do Charlie, I just worry for Carrington". Charlie looked at him "I get it" he said, "I'm taking him away from you". Mason nodded "I know he will take that job in England now" he said looking out across the pool. "Is that what this is all about?" Charlie asked, "I didn't ask him to love me" he expressed. Mason looked at him "But he did and you will want to go back to England with him". Carrington looked out of the window and Rico grabbed his arm "Carrington" Rico said stopping him. "You know he has to do this for his own peace of mind" Rico said. "Yes but I didn't expect him to do it so soon" Carrington said looking worried. Rico chuckled "You forced him to when announcing that you were practically engaged" he said. Carrington looked at Rico "He won't though I know he won't" he said desperately. "I kind of know how you feel Mason, may parents left and moved to Australia" Charlie explained. "I would pay you $1 million to leave Carrington" Mason said very casually. Charlie looked at him "You have to be kidding?" he replied shocked at what Mason was saying. "No" Mason replied calmly. "You can't buy me" Charlie said thinking he was joking. Mason smiled "Name your price" he said. Charlie shook his head and laughed "$50 million at least" he said scoffing. "Deal" Mason said, "But you must go now". Charlie leaned forward "I want Carrington not your silly American dollars". "Think what you could do with $50 million Charlie" Mason said testing him further. "If you hate the idea of me that much just say so" Charlie replied. Mason chuckled. "Because if you do I will stay just to annoy you" Charlie said standing up. Mason laughed "Sit down Charlie" he said looking at him. Charlie stood there looking at him "Why?" he asked, "So you can continue to insult me?". "Not at all Charlie, I apologise if I have indeed insulted you" Mason replied genuinely. Charlie sat down and looked at Mason "I tentatively accept your apology" he said. Mason laughed "Gee thanks" he said, "Seriously Charlie I hate the idea of loosing him". Charlie leaned forward "Then Carrington and I will need to work this out" he said. "Would you like a speedboat?" Mason asked, "Flashy new car perhaps?" he said grinning. Charlie rolled his eyes "No" he said adamantly, "Stop trying to sway things". "What about a hug?" Mason asked looking at him. Charlie sat back "If you try to cop a feel I will punch you" he said keep a straight face. Charlie and Mason stood and hugged. "Welcome to the family" Mason said. Rico smiled and glanced at Carrington "Please don't go to England". Carrington put his arm around Rico "It has to be a joint decision" he informed his father. "I know" Rico sighed, "You now what a big deal it is Mason accepting him is". Charlie and Mason sat back down. "So were you really going to give me $50 million?" Charlie asked. Mason shrugged "Probably not, I would have negotiated you down" he said chuckling. "Cheapskate" Charlie replied smiling, "Money doesn't buy happiness Mason, that I can tell you". Mason smiled "You are right, it is the right person by your side that is worth more than money". Charlie looked out across the gardens "I like it here, reminds me so much of Hibiscus Manor". Charlie turned to Mason "Not as big and I can't understand how you live in such a large place". Mason laughed "Trust me Rico uses every room and leaves a mess in his wake" he said grinning. "You should make him clean up after himself" Charlie said sounding serious, "I bloody would". Mason sat there laughing. "And that bloody award he goes on about" Charlie said chuckling. "Rico!" Mason shouted beckoning him outside. "Charlie wants to see your award" he said. "Ooh yes, come on Charlie I will reprise my acceptance speech as well" Rico said grabbing Charlie. Mason couldn't stop giggling seeing Charlie's face. "You will pay for this" Charlie said. Mason stood up still laughing and went in to the kitchen where Carrington gave him a good telling off for putting Charlie through the award ceremony knowing that Rico would also put it on the home cinema screen. After the events of the weekend Tuesday was pretty much back to normal with Carrington back in the office. Charlie stayed at the house knowing he needed to think things through and make some decisions that were tough but also would build the foundations of their life. If he put himself in Conrad's shoes there would be no question that his decision had to be one that would make him happy but also Carrington. But why was he having to choose? Like a lightbulb moment he realised that Carrington had already made a decision to move to England to satisfy him, there was no question about Carrington's intention, that was until he met with Carrington's parents. Doing what he did best sending a text to Conrad asking for help he got a short shrift reply telling him to go with his heart and where he would be happy. Charlie stood up pacing around the bedroom half dressed, what he wanted right now was to think of nothing and start again with a clear head. Grabbing his gym wear he decided to go for a run using his phone to mark the starting point so he didn't get lost, he put his favourite music on and jogged away. He reached the three mile mark when he saw a large purple Porsche Cayenne stop in front of him, he chuckled seeing the license plate 'RICO1' and sure enough Rico stepped out leaning against it smiling at Charlie. "What are you doing?" Rico asked as Charlie took his headphones out. "Err running" Charlie replied, "In case you didn't know it is when you move quickly". Rico chuckled looking at him carefully "From what?" he asked, "You look like your running from yourself". "Get in" Rico told him, "Mason is at work and I get lonely plodding around the house". Charlie walked up to him "If I do, you are not going to try anything are you?" he asked nervously. Rico grinned at him then went serious "Get in Charlie for heavens sake your my sons boyfriend". Charlie smiled "Oh and no more fucking award talk" he joked opening the door. "Okay" Rico said looking at Charlie, "I like you Charlie and you are what Carrington needs". Charlie settled in the leather seat loving the smell, feel and the interior of the car, it reminded him the day he poked his head in to Simon's limousine bringing so many memories flooding back. Charlie talked non stop about that day and the limousine and how being in this car reminded him of it. Rico turned on to the drive and through the gates then stopped. He looked at Charlie and smiled then got out 'Go on you can drive it up to the house' he said swapping seats with Charlie. Like a child he drove it carefully along the drive to the front of the house then around the courtyard several times, Rico glanced at him seeing the biggest grin on Charlie's face. They ended up playing tennis and swimming then video calling Carrington at lunch time. Hanging up the video call Charlie turned to Rico "You were right I was running from myself" he said. Rico sat back in the chair putting his feet on the table "Are you over thinking things?". Charlie nodded "Probably, I want Carrington to be happy, but then so do I". "I never saw a man in my life but your son seduced the hell out of me" Charlie informed him. Rico laughed "Carrington has a knack of getting what he wants, always has". Charlie smiled and nodded in agreement. "What do you really want Charlie?" Rico asked. Charlie chuckled "I want a car like yours but green" he said making Rico laugh. "Besides that" Rico said, "What would make you happy with your decision?" he asked. Charlie sat quiet for a moment "I really don't know" he replied, "Carrington being happy". "Yes we have established that" Rico said looking at him, "What about you though?". "To hide away" Charlie nervously replied, "The gay thing, being judged or mocked". Rico nodded "I get it Charlie, to love a man means you are gay, but you don't have to be gay". Charlie looked confusingly at him. "You can still be a man Charlie, just not flouncy" Rico added. "Ah right" Charlie said nodding, "You mean flouncy like you?" he asked then burst out laughing. Rico laughed shaking his head "I am a very hot Latino lover Charlie, very much all man". "Yeah I know, I would never have guessed you were gay" Charlie informed him. "That is what I mean Charlie, you don't have to be gay to be gay" Rico said. Charlie stood up "Can we go for a walk around the grounds?" he asked. Rico stood "Of course, I can get my award and show the trees they haven't seen it yet". "I will throw you in the pool if you mention it again" Charlie said holding his hand out. Rico smiled and took it and they set off across the lawn. "What do I do Rico?" Charlie asked. "That is not fair asking me, I will tell you to stay to make Mason and me happy" Rico replied. "I would be away in the navy a lot" Charlie said beginning to see sense. Rico remained quiet. "What would I do without my naval career?" Charlie asked more to himself. Rico smiled "Use what you have learnt in normal life" he replied. Charlie looked at him "It was mostly computer stuff" he said casually. "You could always hang out with me, be my gopher at the studio" Rico said smirking. "Very funny" Charlie replied laughing. "God I thought this would be easy" he said in anguish. Charlie decided to wait and talk to Carrington after they had been to the gym, he couldn't make any decision on his own but he knew either way he would be happy as long as Carrington was there with him. "I envy you" Charlie said taking off his gym wear. Carrington stopped and looked at him "What do you mean?" he said walking over to him. "Your parents they are so in tune with you and really close" Charlie replied sitting on the bed. "Yours seem very loving from what I saw at the wedding" Carrington said holding his hand. Charlie smiled "Yeah they are, but so far away all the time" he replied leaning on Carrington. Carrington kissed his head "You really hit if off with Rico and Mason liked that" he said softly. Charlie laid on Carrington's lap "Do you really want to move to England?" he asked looking up. Carrington shrugged "Don't care Charlie, anywhere as long as we are together I told you that". Charlie smiled up at Carrington "I don't get what you see in me" he said sighing contently. Carrington chuckled "It is written in the stars and universe, we belong to each other" he said. "Fucking crack pot" Charlie said smiling up and touching Carrington's chest. "That maybe the case but you can't keep your hands off me" Carrington said kissing his hand. Charlie sat up and straddled across Carrington "Will you poke my arse tonight?" he asked giggling. "Not quite how I would have worded that" Carrington replied laughing, "But hell yeah". Charlie kissed him on the lips "But you go easy on me" he said reminding him. Carrington shrugged "Maybe" he said touching Charlie's lips, "Or maybe I make you my bitch". Charlie giggled biting Carrington's nose, "One other thing, I have no idea how it will work". Carrington smiled "Well you lay down and I stick my cock in your butt" he said chuckling. "Yeah whatever, but that is not what I meant" Charlie said holding Carrington around the neck. "I would... I mean if you want to stay here I would be happy to as well" Charlie said. Carrington leaned back a little looking at him "Are you serious Charlie?" he asked. Charlie nodded "Yes, I don't know why but talking with Rico today really helped" he added. Carrington swooped in kissing Charlie hard then flinging him over on to his back and dead weighting him on the bed. Their mouths desperate to devour each other kissed so frantically that Charlie got an erection so quickly followed by an immediate orgasm that he couldn't control.

It takes about four seconds to tell people that you don't reply to people without pictures. But you don't really care if they have a picture or not - as long as they're not black, right? The idea that you think it's "polite" to put "not into blk, chubby or fem guys" in a profile tells me you really don't grasp the meanings of simple words, like "polite", so I suppose it shouldn't be surprising to see you also don't understand what "racism" means, or that you're showing it. The only upside to posting something like that is that for people like me, who have a "not into assholes" preference, it's a nice big red flag waving that says "Stay away". Here's the thing: Nobody's saying you need to sleep with black guys. You're free, naturally, to have sex with anyone willing, and to avoid having sex with anyone you don't want to. But dismissing entire classes of people on the basis of race is the very essence of racism, and if you're too fucking lazy to type "Thank you, but no thank you" to black men who hit on you, then you're not only racist but lazy and probably a shitty fuck on top of it all.

I prefer Darlaston especially the Dark room dungeon room was the best, I was sprawled on the leather mat bench in the corner, legs apart, dark except for the odd bit of light flicking through a reddish window light. Sling in the corner , Bench in other. There was also a dark narrow corridor you can walk into from there, although my legs were like putty, there were more blokes on both sides, had to push through them, pitch black, naked guys, hard cocks sticking in my body, lots of hands were on me, it was absolutely pitch black! I was bent over in this dark wet smelly narrow corridor on some stairs/ steps that went no where and was repeatedly fucked and hard by some hard naked strangers, I was leaning with my hands on the stairs in front for support. The fucking was endless,no idea who they were, just cocks grunting, pushing in me etc ,I was sore, but felt horny and went looking for more, which I found in the big jacuzzi. Darlaston was in my opinion better planned out and more seedy, plus I like asian, Pakistani men and got my fair share there.

Thanks for saying this. I totally agree. When I see that in a post, even though I'm a white guy, I just skip them over. I'm a heavy set older guy. I know my "audience" is slimming with every year. (But, thankful that there are a hell of a lot of guys that like my type and keep me happy and satisfied). But, a simple reply of "Thanks for the reply, but I don't think we're a match" is appreciated and I take absolutely no offense by that, at all. It only takes 2 seconds to reply like that. I appreciate the effort to politely reply. But when I see on a profile "No Blacks, Chubs, Old, Fems, Trolls, or whatever, tells me he's a rude jerk. So, I just pass them by. What's even worse is when they decide they need to insult me for contacting them. I can't believe some of the hateful, mean and unnecessary insults I've received from some gay/bi men. One of my black fuck buddies has told me he gets hateful replies saying "I don't fuck -_____ (the N word)". Unnecessary rudeness.

I suck at least 5 cocks a week and get fucked and bred 3-4 times a month mostly thru the glory holes at the bookstore....wife has zero clue!!!!!

Not necessary responding to this quote, but using it as a springboard. I just think it’s funny how when the topic of racism in the gay community comes up, a lot folks always run to sex so the can hide their racism under the cloak of preference. They never talk about the crappy way they treat black people in a professional environment (see the lawsuit against the city of SF), social environment, or even how they react to friends who may have black friends. Many of you say “preference,” yet have zero black friends, won’t hire/promote any Black people, hate your black neighbors, or treat your black customers/clients differently. I really don’t care if you have sex with me or not (their are thousands of dudes out there), but when I walk into your business, don’t tell me something is double the price you told the white guy.

Jason had been flicking through the second hand rubber pages looking for a bargain. The idea was to subtly get a wardrobe together on the quiet, especially as most of the shops had been closed due to the pandemic. He clicked on one seller, who seemed to have all manner of gear for sale. Having messaged the seller a few times, and realising that he lived a few stops away, he’d decided he’d go and pay him a visit himself. When Jason reached the address he was a bit nervous. He knew the seller had an online profile and had always marvelled at how hot the rubber looked on him. As he was let into the block, he made his way to the seller’s flat. He could smell the horny scent of rubber and leather from in the hallway, and his cock started to twitch. “Hi, you must be Jason” “Yes, you’re, um, PigTop yes?” “Hahaha. Yeah, for now you can call me Steve” As Jason ventured inside Steve’s flat, he was overwhelmed by the scent of the gear. He could see a sling set up in one badly lit room, and thought that Steve was obviously a keen pig. “You said I could try some bits on” “Sure mate, can I get you anything? Fancy a beer?” “Bit early for me, but fuck it – we’re all furloughed so it won’t matter” Steve smiled as he went into the kitchen, leaving Jason to take in the surroundings… “Wow, you really do have a lot of gear” “Yes, I do. I’d been running a series of online auctions to clear some of it. A lot of it belonged to my ex who is no longer with us” “Sorry to hear that. How did he go if I may ask” “Health issues mainly, which weren’t helpful when he picked up this bastard covid” “Oh shit. Sorry to hear that” “Well we’d been a couple up until last year, but he left me this place in his will so I thought I’d let my fantasies take over and enjoy the new freedom” “Gosh, sounds really hot. I’d love to be able to live like this” Steve handed Jason the beer, which he took a swig of. It wasn’t a taste he recognized but found it refreshing nonetheless. “Right. What sort of thing were you after? A full suit yeah?” “Yeah. Thought I’d take the plunge and just need to know how it fits and feels” “Well I have a few. Why don’t you strip off and we can see if anything fits” Jason took no time in undressing. A bit flushed and light-headed, he was soon standing naked surrounded by a room of rubber gear. Mostly black, but with bits of yellow, red and brown detail on each outfit. Like a kid in a sweetshop, he didn’t know where to begin and picked up a yellow rubber full suit. “Hehe. Piss pig, yes?” “Well, um, I don’t know. I like what it represents but never tried piss” “Oh Jason, you should. Nothing hornier than pissing on a guy and marking my territory” Jason just nervously smiled at that remark and begun to slide himself into the outfit. Feeling a bit dizzy as the horniness of the moment and his increasing drunkenness(?) How come he was drunk? Steve helped Jason into the suit and soon Jason was looking like a true piss pig. His hard on was now unmissable. “I can see you’re agreeing with the suit judging by your cock” “Um, yes. It’s very horny. I like it” “You ever been pissed on, boy?” Jason was taken aback, and this sudden change to being addressed to as ‘boy’ was starting to affect his mind. “Um, no. What’s it like?” With that, Steve dropped his tracksuit bottoms to reveal he’d been wearing black rubber leggings beneath him. Jason suddenly felt very horny. “I’ll give you a glimpse boy. Kneel” With that, a horny and confused Jason went to his knees and before he realised, Steve had fished his cock out and was aiming it at Jason’s face and let forth a stream in his direction. Jason felt as hard as ever as Steve pissed over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved, but for some reason the horniness was overriding everything. As Steve finishing pissing, he bent down to Jason and kissed him. “There you go. Wasn’t so hard to turn you into a piss pig was it?” “Um, yeah. I guess not. That was hotter than I expected” “Thought you’d like it boy. What about checking out some more gear for me?” Jason was a little confused. He’d come here to buy some gear. Not a session. Especially not a session of new experiences. “Um, yeah. That was horny. I liked that” “Thought so, boy. Here let me suggest an outfit you might soon never want to take off” Jason smirked. He’d love to be in that situation. Living in gear seemed a hot prospect. Steve held up a black suit. “What about this one – I’m sure you’ll soon love it” Jason looked at the suit – it was black with a bit of yellow detailing. “Yeah, um, sure” Steve lubed up the suit and knelt down to help Jason into it. “You’ll soon feel part of something in this, boy” Again, Jason was finding all this too good to be true. Steve was a true pervert and a gentleman, and yet even when he’d pissed on Jason, it felt good to let this man take care of him. As he slid his arms into the suit and adjusted himself, Jason was feeling hornier than ever.# “Ah yes boy. That looks fantastic. A true pig. Let me show you how you look” Steve pulled out another mirror so Jason could see the whole of the suit. It was then when he noticed the biohazard symbol on the back. His cock instantly got firmer. “Oh yeah, that looks great boy. You were made for that” “Um, yeah. It’s very horny but I’m not sure wearing this out would be wise. I’m not poz. I don’t know if I should…” “Yeah but look how hard your cock is boy” This was true. Jason had never been harder. Something about wearing an outfit like this turned him on so much. Just as Jason was starting to think and feel dirtier thoughts, Steve removed his t-shirt to reveal a rubber vest. It too, had a biohazard symbol on it. It had the effect on Jason. Making him harder than ever. “Looks like boy has an interest in the biohazard symbol, eh?” Steve took Jason into the playroom so the pair of them could look at each other in better light, if anything. Steve had noticed Jason had finished his drink, which seeing as he’d slipped a pill in it, was good news – Jason, the boy was now his. “Oh my boy. You don’t know how horny you look in that suit. I want to jump you” “Thanks Steve. It’s true, I didn’t think I’d feel this horny” “Oh I can get you hornier, boy” And as he said that, Steve began to stroke Jason and the pair of them began to kiss again. Jason, somewhat amazed at his forwardness started to nuzzle at Steve’s body, nibbling his tits and – after Steve had passed him some poppers – was beginning to lick at and worship Steve’s biohazard symbol on his chest. “Good boy. I think it’s about time you learned what joy this suit can give you” Steve pushed an increasingly cooperative Jason towards the sling. Jason, for his part, pulled himself into the sling and got comfortable. “Ever been fucked, boy?” “A couple of times, but nothing special. Not in a sling anyway” “Well it’s turning into a day of firsts for you isn’t it?” Jason obliged and let himself get strapped in. Had he had his wits about him, he’d have got out of that sling and out of the flat sharpish. He’d been pissed on and was about to be fucked while wearing a biohazard symbol on his back. However the idea of it was turning him on far more than the hope of escape did. As Steve secured Jason into the sling, he stuck more poppers up Jason’s nose. Knowing full well he’d got him exactly where he wanted him. Jason was starting to feel hornier than ever. Bucking his arse and now seemingly hungry for whatever Steve had planned. He then felt the zip being undone at his arse. “yes boy, by pissing on you I’d staked my claim on you. Marked my property. Now I’m going to help you earn that suit properly” Jason was whirling in a state of horniness and wonder. Inside he knew that this wasn’t probably his wisest move, but he was in no state or position to change that now. Steve had started fingering an increasingly hungry Jason’s hole… “Nice and tight. Let’s sort that out” As Steve started to push his cock into Jason, he sensed a hesitation – the mix of trepidation and fear that he noticed in all his pigs. If anything, it was turning Steve on more. “Yes boy, let me in. Accept your reward. A gift, even” Jason was in ecstasy at this juncture. All reasonable thoughts and guards were abandoned now. He was getting rawfucked by a guy aka PigTop, and the pair of them were wearing poz rubber gear. He’d have run if he could, quite honestly. Steve worked his cock into Jason, striking up a rhythm almost. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Savour every moment. I think you’ll soon realise what you really came here for” Jason was all over the place. He didn’t want, or expect, this. “Please… No… I don’t want… oh God” “Relax boy. Boss knows what’s good for you. Boss is going to open your eyes and mind to a whole new world of pleasure. Tell me what you want” “I… I don’t want to… argh oh god this feels fantastic” “Hehehe. My poz precum is giving you the hunger you crave. Accept yourself. Accept your destiny” “Oh yeah. Oh God. Fuck. Yes. Fuck meeee” “Good boy. Let Boss recycle you into a dirty toxic rubberpig” “Fuck… yes… tox… Oh god…” “Tell me what you want boy” “I want… this. Steve. Help” “I’m afraid Steve can’t be reached at the moment, but your new boss TopPig is available. Boss knows what you want” “Yes… Boss… It’s true. I feel so good” “Good boy. Boss is going to help you become a true pig, boy. You need to beg your boss though” “Please… boss… don’t argh. God I feel so good.” Steve stopped briefly to administer more poppers to Jason. And felt his forthcoming pigboy’s arse muscles clench hard on his cock “Yes boy. That’s the spirit. Now, tell me what you want” “I want your cum, boss. Please. Feed me your cum” “Good boy, it’s toxic cum. It’s what you need. And soon it will take you over, boy” “yes Boss. Give me… toxic cum” “You’re on the road to becoming a pozpig, boy. I’m off meds and have a good hit rate of knocking up boys like you. Boys who need direction. Boys who need recycling into pozpigs” “Fuck yes Boss. Turn me into your pig, boss” “What sort of pig?” “A pozpig, boss. Give it to me” “As you asked so nicely…” Steve was breathing heavily and turned on, lasting a few moments until his toxic brew flooded Jason’s hole… “FUCK YEAH” “Oh fuck. Thank you Boss. Thank you” “Like that did you? I knew you would. Your cock has been straining against that codpiece. We’re all friends here now. How about I let that free for you?” Steve unsnapped the rubber codpiece and Jason’s cock sprung free and still as hard as ever. “What a tasty cock you have boy, why don’t you let boss help you milk out your last neg load as a reward” Before Jason could protest, Steve was seductively making a show of sucking Jason’s cock. Looking up to Jason in throes of ecstasy. He had done the job he’d planned to do. Just as his eyes met Jason’s, Jason erupted inside Steve’s mouth and Steve gobbled every drop. He then moved up to Jason’s face, and fed Jason’s neg load back to him via a long kiss. Pausing for a while afterwards, Jason was left lying in the sling. Acclimatising to his new predicament. Slightly panicking but also accepting what had occurred. Steve, or Boss, had tricked him good. But Boss had also opened his hole and mind and body to a new life. When Boss returned to the room, he began to unstrap Jason from the sling. Not before slipping a plug into Jason’s used hole to “allow the gift to do its work” As Jason got out of the sling, he knew that he’d turned a corner. The poz reprogramming began in earnest. He knew that he could quite possibly be poz now, and his cocked twitched at the thought. But also he was fearful. He was a mess of contradictions. He’d arrived to buy some gear and had now been pissed on, pozfucked and now plugged with a toxic load incubating inside him. “How do you feel pigboy?” “I’m horny but also nervous and well, wasn’t expecting this” “Haha, it’s understandable. I’ve seen many lads like you before. Mentally adjusting to their new desires and forthcoming predicament. If you want, I’ll knock £50 off the suit if you feel you want it. I must say it’s a horny, perfect fit on you” “Yeah, that’s cool. I think I might go for it. I mean, I’ve never felt so horny but also so wrong” “Only to be expected, boy. If you want, you can take it off and you can have a shower and flush yourself out if you’re nervous and you can get some pills to try and stop the inevitable, but I don’t think you really want that, do you boy?” “Um, no Boss. I… don’t” “Good boy. The suit is yours if you want it. You can leave here now with it and wank off about how horny and toxic you look. Or, I think I could probably tempt you into keeping it on a little longer and we can work more on your poz recruitment. I think you secretly want to become a pozbrother, don’t you boy?” Jason sensed that this could all be over and done with, but his new desires were beginning to overwhelm him. He walked over to his new Boss, knelt down and placed his cock into his mouth. After some sucking he pulled away and saw his Boss smiling. “Good boy. I knew you’d see sense. Let your Boss welcome you into the brotherhood”

Went to Buena Vista Park last night to try my luck. Been there twice and nothing happened, but three time's a charm. The action mainly happened on a wooden path with a row of railing. I grabbed the first cock I saw, kneeled down and sucked it passionately. Couldn't really tell the identity of the guy, but he had an average cock that's just right to start off. After a few minutes, I dropped my pants and turned my butt to him, leaning on the railing. He put his cock inside my pre-lubed ass easily. A big crowd gathered to us, as we were fucking alongside two other guys. Line was formed, as tops were waiting for their turn. The first guy stopped and moved on to the bottom next to me. A shorter middle aged white guy walked up to me, held my hand to his cock confidently. It was a rock hard fat 8.5. I sloppily sucked his fresh tasting meat, then shoved it right into my ass as I took a few deep hits of poppers. He penetrated my hole for about 15 minutes, then pulled it out and said he needed a break. A younger Asian guy with a 6 inch quickly put his dick inside me right after the 2nd guy pulled out. While not being nearly as big, he made it up with skill and passion. The crowd grew bigger as we both made a lot of noises. He moaned loudly as he flooded my hole with the first load of the night- the cum flow onto my legs and pants like a stream. I was about to wipe it off and take a break, but a taller, fit asian guy held me against the railing, pressing his thick 7 inch into me. He was the most aggressive top for the night, calling me a dirty slut and names. "You like being raped like this don't you?" He said, while raping my hole like a mad dog. He lasted pretty long and was wearing me out, until he donated his sperm inside my hole. I pulled my pants up and was ready to leave, a tall older white guy came and politely asked if he could fuck me. I touched his cock and felt a big 8 inch, so I dropped my pants again and let him claimed that ass. In about an hour, I took 5 dicks and 2 loads. Before I called an Uber, a handsome blonde, blue eyed doctor on BBRT said he would love to use a wet used hole like mine. I went to his place, he was waiting naked with a hard nice average cock. I get naked and get on all four, as he aggressively fucked me in doggy. He came pretty quickly, we cuddled for a bit. We started kissing, his cock got hard again. We fucked in missionary for the rest of the hour.

Took two loads from two separate tops while on my morning bike ride. Both tops knew of my plan and bred my ass beautifully. First time I’ve done two guys in one hour. But def not the last!

I know I’m not everyone’s type and vice versa! And that’s ok cause I don’t wanna be everyone’s type! Just don’t knock anyone cause of Their race/ age/ body type etc! as for the race fetishized part ( BBC , Dom Blk thug etc). I find that humorous / typical cause that comes with a automatic preconceived idea based off of porn stereotypes and not real life! Im glad that I never harbored stereotypes of guys I meet and hookup with or date! Matter of fact I never even bring up their race/ weight/age cause it’s simply pointing out the obvious. If that guy gets me hard and horned up and we share the same sexual likes and interests/ kinks/ fetishes and he has good energy! And vice versa Then I’m down to fuck!

Agree that Darlaston is a better setup and a larger venue. Darlaston is popular with south asian guys - Luton you do get some as there is a big south asian community in Luton, but you also get a lot of Eastern European guys at the Luton Sauna too. They did refurbish the darkroom in the Darlaston basement a while back, and when they put the sling back up it is really badly adjusted as the chains are at such a wide angle you have to kinda do exterme splits to rest your feet on them. Likewise the height adjustment was all wrong. I did ask them to adjust it whenever I visited, but they never did. Similarly the sling in the upstairs playroom has very wide chains - although not as bad as the one in the basement - it is just about usable. Luton Greenhouse has a license, so they sell alcohol there. Darlaston they didn't. Also call ahead to Luton if the weather is windy as they had a problem where their boilers and heat stops working when it gets windy, so you can get there to find the Jacuzzi and steam isn't working and the place is cold. The manager and staff of the Darlaston GH were always amazingly helpful and friendly. There's a skinny guy who I think is the manager at Luton who is less than friendly and can be really "off" with customers. He hates people calling to see if it is busy or that all the facilities are operating. It's not so much what is said, but the way it is said... Tutting and sighing if you ask for a something from the kitchen or bar. I once approached him for first aid after I'd cut my foot on broken glass from a discarded broken poppers bottle in the steam room and his reaction was pretty nasty - as if I'd been careless and done it on purpose, and now he had to clean it up. First Aid? They sell plasters and antiseptic cream in the supermarket down the road.

Regular came over after I got home from work. Pounded two loads in me back to back, as he usually does. But didn't stay for a third load, as he also usually does, which left me horny as fuck. But I guess in these times I can't complain even getting loads at all.

@BootmanLA, thanks for saving me the trouble of writing that. I agree 100%!

the next I got fucked by an Arab bus driver, he was really tuned on when he made me bleed a bit - I was so fucking sore and so horny for cock

When I read the first two paragraphs, I thought WTF.... What a sneaky twist ! A great way to introduce Carrington's parents. It was the perfect read at the end of another busy workday and a good diversion from a couple of domestic disasters. My heating packed up won't be repaired until the weekend and I also managed to flood my bathroom on Monday night that lead to water coming through the ceiling and causing a light in the kitchen to explode. I have a couple of portable heaters but this chapter was more than enough to leave me feeling warm and cosy 🙂 .

Double loaded... one of 'em 22 days' worth. Yum. The verbal is great, too... [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/two-buddies-share-my-hole-and-cum-in-me-45489971

02 I arrived at the hotel, and there was the Asian guy waiting for me outside smoking a cigarette. “Hey, I am Peter.” Peter was very tall, about 6’1, mid 30, had a very nice swimmers body. He was wearing a suit but I could tell by his silhouette and posture. I haven’t slept with a hot asian guy for so long, I almost got too excited. He made me feel like a little girl. He had that confidence I love. “My friend is a bit older. But I guess you don’t mind that. You told me you were more into older White men.” He said. “Wait, when did I tell you that?” I asked. “This was my third time messaging you. You declined my last 2 offers.” I did’t remember him because he had no face pics on his Grindr profile and I had deleted his messages. What an idiot was I to miss this hot guy! But it all really worked out in our both favors in the end. We were about to have a 3-some instead, and this was going to be my first time trying Tina as well. I got so hard thinking about it while we were in the elevator. As we got to the room, a tall White daddy greeted me. “Hey, how are you? I am Matt.” Matt was about the same height as Peter, about 6’1, mid 50, salt and pepper hair, green eyes. His face looked a little angry which totally turned me on. He had a broad shoulder, little bit of belly, and fit slender body. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some wine?” “Sure.” Matt poured some wine and offered it to me. I was so horny. I was ready to jump in and start sucking their dicks, but they were very relaxed and chill, so I couldn’t really do that in that atmosphere. Matt was visiting from NYC and they actually haven’t seen each other for quite a long time. They had some catching up to do. They chatted about 15 mins while I finished my wine. “So, you said this is your first time? Are you sure you want to do this?” Matt asked me. “Yes. How are we doing it? Smoke? Slam? or bootybump?” I replied. “Haha, you already know a lot about it, I don’t think this is your first time!” Matt laughed. “Peter, can you show this kid how to smoke pipe while I set this up?” Matt pointed to a bag on the desk. “Sure. Come here, kiddo.” He gestured me to follow him. Peter pulled out a small bag filled with white shards, a pipe and a lighter. He dropped a few shards in the pipe and then started to light. “You don’t want the lighter to be too close, you will burn it and ruin it. That’s not good. Watch this.” A white smoke started to form in the pipe, and then he put the pipe between my lips. “Suck on it, very slowly and steady as much as you can, and then hold it as long as you can before you exhale.” I followed his exact instruction. And I had hold it for about a minute. “Oh, wow Kiddo, you can hold it a lot! Good job! Now, do it again, you do it yourself this time” Peter handed me the pipe. I was very careful trying not burn it. And then I started to suck again. Slow and steady. I held even bigger hit this time. I finally understood why they call it ‘Cloud’. That’s when I started to feel something. A sensation, that’s waking up every cell in my body, an energy flow that streams and circles in my body. My body started to feel tingling sensation, it was very warm and calm as well. At the same time, I felt free. I was free from all the conditions that made me conscious about myself. I was free from my own mind. I felt sexy and confident. And then this big wave of extreme horniness, a crave to suck a dick overtook my entire brain and my body. I had never felt that horny in my life. There was only one thing I could ask. “Can I please suck you dick, Peter? Please?” I said as I undressed.

"please fuck me" is all i could think of and blurt out verbally and as no tina coated finger was in my arse yet i repeated it again "please fuck me"........then i felt Paul push the head of his cock into my wet hole and that burning sensation started immediately,then he pushed more into my wet hole,then more - god he was so thick...... "fuck me" is all i could get out of my lips as my mind started flying and the burning got hotter and my hole is tingling like fuck with lust......i feel him push deeper and slightly withdraw then again push deeper and "fuck me" he was huge as i felt my hole stretch to accommodate his girth - im by this point repeating over and over "fuck me".....i hadn't even seen his cock at this point but i knew for sure he was way thicker than Brandon and he,s still pushing into me deeper as i feel my sphincters stretch more and open right up - then bam - i thought i felt my hole pop and he was inside me all the way to the balls and his groin pressing against my tail bone....he let out a slight moan and held still until i got used to the feeling - it almost felt like he was way too big for my little ass and i almost wanted him to stop but my racing mind wouldn't allow the words to even utter my thoughts and the burning,slight pain and pleasure was still building up by each second and im starting to sweat heavily - im sure i could also smell Brandons cum fill the air inside the car - i could certainly feel how wet my legs and hole were with it - he must have squirted a huge load of spunk up me to get me pre-lubed. Paul had coated his cock with tina before pushing it inside me and it was very strong.....definitely more than the one finger dab id had earlier and he started gently sliding in and out of my hole which by this point it had opened right up and i begged,infact i demanded he "fuck me hard baby" like a slut - which he did......he became faster and more assertive and every so often i hear Brandon egging him on encouragingly as my arse is doing summersaults and a dance inside against each thrust - my arse is in heaven and i know it - this is what ive always always wanted - i was in love - totally - head over heels.....i haven't been fucked alot but i knew this was the best fuck i,d ever had in my whole life and my arse is on fire and burning with lust,making wet slurpy sloppy sounds as he is ramming and stuffing me without mercy inside my wet hole but im loving every moment and want more and more the sloppier it gets - i dont even care Brandon has a front row seat watching it all happen close up and i dont care what he thinks when he hears me ......"please dont stop" and "fuck me hard" i cried out - it felt so joyous - i was so so happy and reached down between my legs to grab my cock and wank myself off as he is thrusting but couldn't find it in the dark and blurted out "my cock is tiny and i cant get hard" - Brandon laughed and Paul started pounding even harder like a crazed animal - it felt relentless - he was a good fuck - NO he was a great fuck.........the sweat by now is running down my back and down my arms and my forehead and hair is soaking with sweat but Paul keeps pounding away and im pushing my ass and hole out at him to match every thrust like we were working in unison - like it was meant to be......he must have been fucking me like this for at least 20 minutes then through his moans Paul says he is about to cum and asks "where do you want it"........."please fill me with your spunk" and "please fill me up baby" i managed to cry out and with a few final thrusts i could feel Paul go over the edge and empty his balls inside me - he pushed into me all the way as he unloaded and i swear i could almost feel each spurt coating my arse inside as his thick cock twitched like a convulsing snake inside me - he let out a final whimper like moan as he leaned forward and let himself fall onto my soaking wet sweaty back and i felt his cheek rest against my shoulder blades and his cock is still inside me........."now that was good" he said - "i enjoyed that" - "HOW ABOUT YOU? he asked....."i love you" was all my lips could muster and he kissed my back. Paul let himself up and i felt his now soft cock plop out of my hole and i wish he could stay inside as im still rushing and feel empty as the cool air enters my hole......im still on my knees as i am aware of Paul pulling his trousers up,zips up and unlocks the door to get out....."stay right there" Brandon says as he opens the door in front of car and steps outside before closing the door shut....at this point Paul is outside the rear door holding it open and adjusting his clothes to straighten himself up......... i hear them both mutter something then let out a laugh between them but i didnt care as i knew they and i were happy........Paul jumps into the driver seat closing the door behind him and almost instantaneously Brandon gets into the back with me but his trousers are down at his knees and he is sitting there proudly displaying his huge hard cock then the door closes......enjoy the ride Paul says as he turns the key to start the ignition and the car slowly pulls off to drive up the lane with my ass still in the air.

Got off work and stopped by the local park and sucked a guy in his truck. Went home and within an hour got bred by a regular, another regular came by after that and bred me again. I was still craving more so I hit up another regular and he came by and bred me too. I went to work the next day with cum still oozing out.

Look how he seduces him with poppers to breed his ass! [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ecdef0748f03

Always good to hear - build up your time then try and stay locked for a week. LOL after that, you'll be wondering to yourself "perhaps I could stay locked for xxx"

I have just taken the plunge and used my first cage. Had it on few hours a day the last week. So far love it.

You raise a good point. I don't think it contradicts my original point - most people in "amateur" films knew they were being filmed - but if the video's being made as a way to generate paying viewers, it's probably going to change how the sex unfolds. I think you see more editing after the fact with "amateur" video made for OF/JFF/etc. type sights, including more than one camera angle so you can make 3 minutes of fucking seem more like 9. So I guess maybe what's changed is the purpose behind the video, as you note here; from a celebration of doing something kind of daring and slutty (letting people watch you have sex) to a supplemental income stream, small as it may be.

Tanks - perfect story! Rubber, piss, chems and a hole filled with poz cum..... that's all you need. Hope there will be another chapter.

Ah what a twist to the story and a good one at that. Relationship building blocks in place. Now for Charlie.

Is Greenhouse Luton anything like Greenhouse Darlaston?

Give me natural every time. And if it is hairy, all the better for the cum to drip into when we are done.

If the guy is worthy of sin and wants to fuck me with a condom, I just accept when he's done, watch where he throws the condom and when he leaves, I pick it up, lick it and suck out all the contents, and then chew the gum like chewing gum :-). Otherwise I’m a storgi supporter of BB, but in an emergency the devil eats flies too. I also pick up other fresh condoms, only it’s from one ass and full of sperm.

It is a bit strange, their are valid health arguments for shaving as well. In modern society we have hot water and soap, so people can be as smooth or hairy and still be healthy.

I spent 9 months in chastity

Orchestral Composer

Dad's Boy I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, drippin cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smokin my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smokin so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tastin my cigarspit and me tastin that great cock/precum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the precum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rockhard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a Poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt workin his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself then, I drew him to me, hugging him tight, kissing all over his face and neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it, you could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, make me your Boy!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fuckin my dick with his ass as I was fuckin his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fuckin his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long. I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was buckin hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that jizz in my hot hole, fuck me Daddy, FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one, I was makin him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fuckin cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Shortly he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. I raised up, led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again then, another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck #2. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had cumshot #2 up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, my cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, it found the hole and entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuckstrokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long, spurts of Daddy Cream joined the loads already there, my fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuckstroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fuckin him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, crusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I have been, to find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com

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I never wanted to have sex with my real dad. We have never been close. I honestly have never had an actual conversation with him, ever. I'm convinced he didn't actually want kids, that he did it for mom. He's never taken interest in anything I or my sister did. Other than being married to her and bringing home a paycheck, he was never really a dad. I know that's why I've always been drawn to older men, to fill a void. I've been with plenty of Daddies in my day and love it when they call me son when their cock is buried in my ass. Dad/son is my favourite role play and I seek out that kind of porn a lot. I love to watch young guys get fucked by men over 50.

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.

When I was in high school, the school's sissies were never invited to the guys' parties. I should say rarely. If you could get someone to buy beer, like a big brother, you could attend. But the sissies would also be the entertainment. We sissies would get the older brother of one sissy to buy the beer, with the sissies' money, of course, and not the partygoers'. Many of the parties were held in a garage owned by one guy's grandfather. There was a fridge, card tables, folding chairs, a couch, running water and a bathroom in there. Even a tv hooked up and a boom box. When the sissies, from 2 to 5 or 6 arrived with the beer, we were expected to strip at least down to our panties, and bra if your were wearing one. Or be naked if the guys told you. They remained clothed, so it was a scene like no other. We sissies were allowed to drink too but performed blow jobs -- and swallowed everything -- all night long, sometimes for 6 hours until the last guy left. Then we were expected to clean up the garage when the last guy was gone. You could suck half a dozen cocks or maybe 2 dozen, depending on the attendance of the partygoers and the sissies. I bet I attended a dozen such parties. The most memorable one was when a group of girls crashed the party. They got to watch the school's sissies giving blowjobs in their bras and panties. Before that, the guys sort of kept it a secret, but after that it was all over the high school. About a half dozen of us sissies were subject to even more humiliation and bullying than usual. We were used to the male bullies but the girls could dish it out too. One girl gave me a bra and panty set and announced it out loud in a crowded school hallway, with teachers and others standing by. One gym teacher was really nasty to us. When one sissy said he couldn't take gym class and didn't have a good reason, the teacher slammed him against a locker. He cried, for which he was further ridiculed. Teacher got away with it. Incident is still talked about many years later. Me, I loved giving the guys blowjobs despite the humiliation because I loved being an effeminate sissy and i was insatiable in high school when it came to guys and their delicious cocks. And so many hot guys!

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.

Jeez, the way you've been treated is so friggin' WRONG. Funny, we NYers tend to think of Canada and Canadians (especially in Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver, Q.C.) as being liberal minded and very accepting. Never thought I'd hear a story like this coming out of Toronto. My sympathies. I fought so hard back in the AIDS crisis for respect, ACKNOWLEDGEMENT and help, along with the fears and realities of discrimination for being POZ from 1985 on, and finally in the second decade of this century things have started to change. But your story reminds me - the fight goes on.

My last public fucking was over the weekend at a local ABS. I was cruised by this hot black guy who sat down beside me and immediately pulled out his cock. It was a solid 7" and ooo so nice. I hit my knees and began to suck him. He leaned down and whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me. I got up and turned around and impaled my ass on his cock. Fucked cowgirl for a while then he pushed me forward into the couch in front of us and fucked me from behind. His thrusting was so good as I squeezed on his cock. Didn't take long until I felt him stiffen up and shoot a nice load of jizz into me. So much fun being a bareback slut.

All this post tells me is that the gay “community” is not ready to have a real conversation about race. Most of the time, you are hearing from dudes who are whining about not hooking up with white dudes or who are not going to tell the truth because they are afraid of loosing sexual access to a certain group of people. Once a guy tells you he is not interested in having sexual access to you, most of these “preference” dudes feel powerless and are not interested in any conversation in which they are not in a power position. Just my opinion.

I’m happy with my hairy ass and I also LOVE other guys with hairy asses - I could eat and fuck a hot, sweaty hairy ass for days on end...

That’s fucking disgusting! ...so of course I have! ??

A man's body can never be too hairy. Especially love eating out a hot hairy fuck hole. That spot of hair right above a man's ass (ass pubes) is the sexist part of a man.

Chapter One: Monday part three. I felt Robs breath on my ear. "Knew you was a dirty slag." Before I could even move he'd pulled his softening cock from my hole and vanished downstairs. I was fucking horny now and there is nothing worse than sauna work when you are horny. Trust me. I stood back up and pulled my shorts up, squeezing my hole tight. I wasn't going to lose the tip Rob had just left. As much as he isn't my type.... Cum is cum and my inner whore was whispering sweet nothings to me. This would happen on Monday. Our quiet day. I made my way back downstairs. 4 hours of shift left. I got to the reception counter and saw it. A note held down by Robs locker key. My first thought? Honestly? 'there goes my shot at a round 2 today.' As I said my inner whore was whispering. I opened the note wondering what it could possible say...... "Thanks for the release slut, if you need more follow the guy in the blue hoodie on the street corner after you've locked up tonight. He knows where to take you." Fuck what the hell should I do? Follow the stranger or just go home? My cock and hole screamed to just follow him but my head was screaming to go home! I had four hours to decide.... ---------------------------------- The next part concludes chapter one: Monday. I know this part is a little sex lite and not very exciting but hopefully it'll be worth it. Let me know if you guys want more chapters and parts.

Chapter One: Monday Part Two. I didn't dare move. His balls resting on my ass. "Let's play a game shall we?" Rob rocked back and forth slightly. I wouldn't call it fucking me but it definitely teasing. "You have to answer my questions honestly and truthfully. Any lies or wrong answers and I thrust. How does that sound? Oh and I should warn you i cum very quickly. If I cum you lose. If I get all the answers I want with my load still in my balls I lose." Still barely able to make a sound other than I whimper of pleasure I nodded my accent to play his game. "Question one: do you always wear a jock like a little whore?" "Yyy-yes" I finally managed to get the word out. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Robs throbbing cock pulled almost completely out of me, just the very tip remained and he slammed balls deep again as hard as he could. I gasped and spluttered out sounds that were meant to be asking why he had just thrust. "I know you sometimes don't wear underwear. I'm regular enough round here to notice that you dumb slut," he answered my unspoken question. "Question two: this is for two thrusts. I know you like poppers I've seen the bottles you carry in your coat... So would you like some of my lovely strong ones?" He asked as he clicked the cap of the bottle with his fingers. I shook my head, no. Two more hard thrusts. This was unbearable it was like he was in my head not just my ass. I got the next few questions wrong as well. At this rate I was going to lose the game. "Question 5: where do you want me to cum?" By this point I was a horny mess in need of a proper fuck but still he teased me. "I don't want you to cum, not yet" I replied. "Wrong answer." I reached out and braced myself on the wall as he pounded my ass with five hard thrusts. Each one seemingly harder and deeper than the last. On that last thrust I felt his cum spurting deep in me. "You lose this round you dirty little slut." My cock strained against my jock and horny beast I struggled to keep chained up was free. To be continued....

I thought about my response for mere seconds before muttering “of course I will go back to your place, can we smoke some more when we get there?” Dan began to smile and gathered his pipe and torch from the coffee table. “Oh Corey, I have lots more T for us to smoke and even a few more things if you’re open to trying them?” For me the feeling of euphoria that was rushing over my body made me feel invincible. I felt completely at ease with Dan, and I could only think about getting back to his place and smoking some more. I hurriedly packed a bag with a few items, a change of clothes, another pair of underwear, and a fresh bottle of poppers I had just received in the mail. We arrived at Dan’s building and once inside I was astounded by his impressive view. From his penthouse location I could see not only the beach, but into downtown, and I could even faintly make out the top of my own building. Dan told me to put my things down and join him in the kitchen, and I complied and hurriedly sat down next to him on a barstool at the center island. He was mixing some clear liquid and began measuring out a small quantity of it into two glasses, half full of orange Gatorade. “What is that?” I inquired. “This is G and it will relax you a bit and make you feel more comfortable, would you like that?” I had to admit that being in a stranger’s home did have me feeling a bit uneasy, so I agreed to have some of the drink when it was offered to me. I started out sipping it, but I noticed that Dan chugged his entire drink in one gulp, so I followed suit. As soon as I finished swallowing I was met with a rather unpleasant taste, not terrible, but definitely not something I was used to consuming. Impressed by my drinking the entire cup down in one go, Dan stood up and asked me “How do you feel about underwear, I personally love to see a hot young twink modeling many different kinds for his Daddy, would you try on some for me?” I hesitated at first, immediately being overcome with self doubt. I now snapped back to reality and the gravity of my current situation became apparent to me once more. “Ummm I guess we could do that, I mean I bought an extra pair in my bag.” Dan silently guided me by my arm into his bedroom. It was an expansive room with an equally impressive view of the beach. It contained a large king sized bed, wall mounted television that practically took up the entire wall, a small desk with a computer, and ofcourse a walk in closet and on suite bathroom. I sat on the bed as Dan walked into the closet. He returned with a large clear bin. He sat the tub down in front of me and removed the cover. Inside were countless pairs of underwear. They varied in shape and design, but all appeared to be size small “Perfect” I thought, “these will all fit me!” I asked Dan where he got all of these, I mean there had to be 60 pairs crammed into this one container. Dan smiled and flashed a beautiful grin at me and replied “From my past conquests of course.” I was stunned. “You mean each of these is from a guy that you’ve been with, sexually?” I was astounded at the idea of Dan being with so many different guys. He clearly had a type, and it was small thin guys who enjoyed every style and design of undies imaginable. “Well yes I have been with many different boys like you, and most find that after our time spent together, they wanted me to have a souvenir to remember them by.” I was confused now. What could possibly make a guy like me, or any of these boys, leave a pair of perfectly good briefs for Dan to keep. The idea was foreign to me, and reading through the many brands and labels I could tell that these were not cheap throwaway underwear. Calvins, Ginch Gonch, 2xist, D&G, Aussiebum, even Andrew Christians like my own jockstrap. Feeling my apprehension, Dan placed his hand on my thigh and gently massaged my leg. “Come now, don’t overthink this, how about we get you into a few pairs of these and you can give Daddy a nice show?” I slid off of the bed and pulled off my soccer shorts and removed my tank top. I placed my baseball cap back onto my head, but I turned it around backwards. “Very sexy Corey, you are going to make a very hot boy for Daddy to play with, would you like that?” I flashed an uneasy grin at Dan and he could sense my hesitation. “Here why don’t we smoke some more before you begin, I’ve found it helps my boys LOOSEN up a bit.” My heart began to race at the mere mention of smoking. I couldn’t believer this, I had never even so much as tried marijuana, and here I was giddy with the thought of having more T! “Can I ask what exactly T is?” and as soon as those words left my lips, the smoking pipe was placed in front of them. I inhaled deeply as Dan held the pipe and torch at the optimal angles. “Inhale as much as you can, and then hold it for a moment.” “Good boy now let it out!” I did as I was instructed and I saw a long cloud of white smoke billow out from between my lips. It seemed like an eternity passed as I was mesmerized at the sight of so much smoke leaving my boy. “Wow that was an amazing first hit boy, how do you feel?”

btw readers - this is the first story i have ever written.....still alot of writing,twists and turns to come yet so please keep checking back until we reach the end ...... in the meantime enjoy a pic of Adam attached.

Good story.