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This is a true story and it happened in November of 2021, my friend who is also my roommate and connection went to see family for Thanksgiving and asked if I could help him out with his clients and I knew if not all most of them and they knew me so I told him I would. I got a call from one of the guys he deals with and I sort of knew him he seemed ok to me. He asked if I had anything for him I asked what he wanted and he said he needed a ounce I told him I had it and I gave him the price and he said he would take it but he couldn't come to where I was. I asked him where he was and he said that he was home, now from where I live to where he lives it's a good 2 and a half hour drive but I also knew if I sold what I had I didn't have to sell anymore for the night. I told him that I could bring it to him but I couldn't get to his place til about 11pm as it was just after 8pm. He said that was fine, he also said that if I wanted to I could stay for a bit instead of driving another 2 and a hours back I said that I just might take him up on the offer. He said just let me know before you get here and I said ok. Like I said I knew this guy a little bit and he seemed really cool and from what I could gather he didn't seem to be a guy who likes to get wild never mind being in control plus from what my friend told me he really didn't play much because of his husband so I didn't think I had anything to worry about. But was I wrong. Before my friend/roommate went to see his family this guy had asked my roommate about me and my roommate wanted to know what he meant. His friend said that he wanted to PnP with me, my friend started to laugh and said that I wouldn't be his type and his friend asked why. So my roommate decided to tell him just about everything about me. What I like and what I am into and that I don't play with anyone he or our other roommate plays with and his friend said really and my roommate said yeah it's his thing. His friend said can I ask you something else and my roommate said sure, he asked if there was anything that I wanted to try but I haven't. ( Now my roommate/connection pretty much knows everything about me and that includes things about sex. Things that should have not been told to other people) My roommate thought about it and decided not to tell him so he told him that he would have to ask me. But his friend decided to push the question more and my roommate asked him why wanted to know so bad. He told my roommate that he would do anything he could so he could play with me and my roommate said anything and he said yeah why. (From what I was told after this had happened) my roommate had this look on him as he said to his friend if I tell you and if it happens you have to promise me that you have it all on video, his friend said ok. So my roommate/connection went on to tell him that I have been wanting to have a guy I was PnP with turn out to be a guy who would take control over me and have my wrist and ankles tied or strapped to a bed or sling and have both of my holes used and get me so high that he whores me out to anyone who wanted to use me and my holes. His friend said are you serious and my roommate said he was serious but he also told him that I had never had a cock down my throat because of my gag reflex, he continued to tell him that if he really wanted to go through with it that he had to promise my roommate one thing and his friend asked what that was and again my roommate had this evil grin and said that he had to have at least 1 guy who was big and thick and have a video of him giving my throat a good fucking and his friend said he definitely would make sure that it would happen he actually knew a couple guys who are definitely big and thick enough and he knew at least 1 of them likes making guys take his cock down their throat. Now this was talked about a couple weeks before I went to his place during those 2 weeks this friend of his was going online and setting up this gangbang session where I would be tied or strapped to the sling and I would be HnH and will take any guys load. On the night I went to drop off the ounce off I told him that I was going to stay for a little bit and gave him a time I would be there. Not knowing what he had planned I arrived around the time I had told him I would be there and when I walked in to his place it was him,his husband and 2 other guys. I was introduced to them and their names were Tom and Nick my roommates friends name is Kevin and his husband's name is Dan. Kevin offered me something to drink and I told him that a water or soda was fine he had come back with a glass of soda and as I was getting his stuff ready I started to drink the soda. We all were smoking some t and as I was wrapping things up and was getting ready to leave I got up and got really light headed and my vision was blurry. When I went to stand up I almost went over but I grabbed on to something to stop myself from falling what I had grabbed onto was part of a chair that one of the guys was sitting in and when I grabbed it Tom reached up and held onto my arm and I didn't realize it at first but when he grabbed my arm I fell onto his lap and when I did I could feel how big he was and it kind a shock me. I have seen some nice size cocks but only on video and this guy definitely felt that he was big. When I went to stand up I apologized and he just smiled and said it was ok then I felt his hand on the back of my ass as he said to bad you are leaving and Kevin said are you ok and I told him that I was just probably tired from the ride and that I would be fine. Then I remember Kevin saying to me that my fantasy is going to happen tonight and then I remember opening my eyes and still some blurry I heard someone saying in my ear enjoy the ride as I felt something in my arm and then very shortly after I felt that I felt something on my other arm and I started to feel that warm rushing feeling and I knew that I had just been pointed as I was feeling this warm rushing feeling I was thinking why does warm rushing feeling feel so strong I then realized that I had been slammed twice and when I started to cough I heard someone say ok good ahead and make sure that his hole stays all lubed up and then I hear what sounded like a motor turn on and felt something pushing up against my asshole and then I was finally able to see straight and when I did I saw that I was completely naked with my legs pushed back and in the air and 3 guys standing on both sides of me and someone else sitting or kneeling between my spreading legs and then I heard Kevin say Tom why don't you get behind him as Kevin and Nick stood on each side of the sling and I heard Kevin say to Dan his husband how is it looking and Dan said I think we need to turn it up more and before I realized what was happening Kevin pick up something and turned the knob and as he did whatever was pushing up against my asshole was pushing even more as I felt my hole start to open up and stretch and Kevin leaning towards me saying that I was going to take every cock and load that is offered to me and that I was going to enjoy the first of many as he said to Tom go ahead and show him what it feels like to get throat fucked by a big and thick cock. I remember looking up because they had my head hanging as Tom stood over me with my head between his legs and seeing his cock and I was shocked not only was it big like I thought it would be but he was also very thick and I definitely didn't want him to give me or my throat a fucking with his cock. But I was in no position to stop him Too be continued

Had a visit to one of the local sauna’s in December on a Friday evening (don’t really go in the evenings much) and it seemed to be reasonably busy. Had a wander around and ended up in the dark room - it has only the light from the entrance, but if you give yourself a few minutes after entering you can make out the shape of guys as they move around the room and if you watch guys as they enter, then you can kind of follow them around the room. I love this semi-anonymous nature of the space … watch the innocent walk in (or innocent looking anyway) and then see them loose their inhibitions when they think no one will know be able to identify them. I find that this is very true for the kind of guys that I go for - smooth dark-skinned guys, often Asian or Indian guys that are not socially confident and seem to be overlooked by others. And so it was on this visit … I had been doing some mutual touching up with a dark-Italian type of guy but as he wasn’t offering me his ass, I moved away when a very innocent looking Asian guy in his early 30’s walked in … I watched him move around the room feeling up guys as they went. They all seemed to push him away … he eventually got to me and felt my dick … I went to feel his ass and he just dropped his towel and immediately pushed back on my cock. In it went - dry. He didn’t care about lube or condoms … I pre-cum a fair bit so his ass got slopped quickly and I fucked him for a while. There was another top filling a bottom right next to us … so other bottoms came up during the fuck and wanted to get filled. After about 10 mins or so of fucking this Asian guy in various positions I decided to have a break and another top slide right in. The Asian guy didn’t care - he just wanted to get fucked, fucked hard and constantly. I left to get a water … about 15 mins later I returned to the room and once my vision adjusted to the (very low) light, I could see that the Asian guy was still there, still getting fucked so I went over to “watch”. I felt his hole while the other top fucked him and sure enough, no condom … that top busted inside him and another top slid in … the Asian. Guy was now the only bottom in the room so he was getting a bit of attention. He noticed me standing there watching … he pulled off the other top (after only a couple of mins) and then backed up his sloppy ass onto my cock. He was full of cum, but he straightened up and whispered - “pump your babies in me daddy”. And so, after enjoying his hole some more, I dumped my load into his juicy ass. And as soon as I pulled out, another top slide right him behind me … an informal gang-bang with an insatiable Asian bottom that otherwise looked like an innocent/nerdy kind of guy. Perfect!

Assmunch With Wanker squared away, I made my way down the hall toward the meeting spot where Sleeper waited. I glanced behind me to see the huge form of Zeus entering the door behind which Wanker waited. I sure hoped I was right about both Wanker’s problem and Zeus’ situation. My reputation as the asshole whisperer was hanging in the balance. The truth was I had never had a problem with dudes that were gay. I knew one guy in high school who was an amazing dude. Kevin Copeland. He sat next to me in English and History senior year, and he was pretty smart. Not the same kind of smart as Bootlicker, who was crafty and big-brained about facts. No, Kevin was quick but quiet, a thinker, puzzle solver who knew what made people tick. He was always watching people with eyes that rarely stopped moving, making me think of the hands of a clock driven by wheels and gears in his brain clicking along tirelessly with every second of every minute. His dry humor cracked me up too many times, which always got me into trouble in class. He’d mumble a few words out of the side of his mouth during the teacher’s lecture and a few seconds would go by while my mind connected the dots and I’d get hit with an involuntary laugh, after which Kevin’s lips would twitch in an almost unnoticeable grin. At first I thought he got a kick out of getting me in trouble, but later I figured out he just liked making me laugh and that I was someone who understood him. I’m pretty sure that’s why he eventually made a move on me. Kevin was kind of a loner and that always surprised me because he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I mean, I’m not in the habit of checking out dudes or anything, not back then anyway, but Kevin was well put together. He was shorter than me by a couple inches, dark almost black hair that he let grow long, just past his shoulders. It was naturally wavy and thick, looking both wild and tamed at the same time, resting on his shoulders. I kinda envied his hair. My dad would never let me grow my hair long like that. Frequently, almost as an unconscious habit, he’d pull it back from his face, raking his long fingers along his scalp to draw the length back across the top of his head to get it out of his face. When he did, it allowed me to see the square corner of his jaw below his ear, its straight edge solid and crisp all the way to his chin. Sometimes he’d have his hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot, the sides and top tied up in ball towards the top of the back of his head, the back hanging loose to his shoulders. It looked really cool, and one day I told him how good it looked, like a Viking or the Huns we learned about in World History. I got a direct look from his grey eyes and a full smile, both of which were rare things from him. After that he started coming to school with a warrior’s knot more often. I don’t know if he did that for me, or because it was easier for him to manage, or he wanted to look good for himself, I just knew it was fucking cool as hell. Kevin had the grunge look. You know, loose jeans, tee shirt, plaid flannel long sleeve tied around his waist, some kind of hiking boot on his large feet. I could never figure out how a guy that was 5’9” came out with size 11 feet. Hell, I was 5’11” (okay, 5’10” & 1/2… so sue me for lying about a half inch. ) and only wore 9&1/2’s. When he didn’t wear a jacket (always some black leather biker’s thing, or a ragged jeans fabric) you could see he had a dense, sturdy body. Heavy, thick shoulders and arms that were more solid than beefy and muscular. His chest was also thick but without defined pecs like mine. His waist followed the pattern, not fat but still narrower than his shoulders and chest and thick. He had a good butt, if you like that sort of thing and strong legs I later learned came from his love of skateboarding. He obviously didn’t work out and I couldn’t really say he needed to. Like his hair, his attitude , personality and his clothes, his body was a statement of casual strength, not too much effort or attention required as if it just climbed onto him every morning as a whole thing from a pile of comfortable parts. If I had to use one word to describe him, I guess the word was Comfortable. That’s the way he looked, talked, moved, and felt inside my head. Now, it might seem like I focused way too much on how Kevin looked, talked, moved and felt, but in all honesty it wasn’t anything I did consciously until after… well… IT… happened. I still remember everything about that day in vivid detail. School started like any other day, with me hanging out with my friends in front of the cafeteria, waiting to go into the building next door for our first class. We all got to school early so we could hang out and talk about classes, girls, the weekend, and our problems. Kevin wasn’t in our group, like I said he was a loner. Probably because we were all your typical high school jackasses and Kevin wasn’t that kind of guy. Because it was November I was between football and baseball seasons, so there was no practice. Twoadays never left me with time to screw around with my friends who weren’t on the team. Yeah, I was technically a jock, but I just played because I loved the games and competition. I wasn’t on some path to sports superstar. No college was going to recruit me. My stats were just average, I wasn’t physically exceptional (hint - if you’re under 6’ you’d better be exceptional in performance and stats to even get a glance by a college) and I didn’t have the drive. Besides, I’d always figured I’d join the Army like my dad when I got out of high school. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put my all into sports. I liked being part of the team, and the girls loved jocks, and high school was easier when you were a jock. Not all jocks had their eyes set on turning pro, some of us did it for all the other reasons and rewards, like Saturday night blowjobs and young perky tits in your face. When the 15 minute bell rang, we all started going towards the door to the building. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin running towards the building from the parking lot, so I waited. He wasn’t sprinting, but his loping strides ate up the distance without any effort showing on his face. I watched as his leather jacket blew open from the wind, his flat solid stomach and hips rotated with each thrust of his legs, the plaid shirt tied around his waist flapping behind him. Three necklaces bounced on his upper chest. It struck me that just like every other aspect of him, he ran comfortably, casually, but with a power and strength that looked easy. It was a weightless glide, not some angry or violent action. I remember that word appearing in my head when I watched him: weightless. Comfortable and weightless. I was surprised how soon he reached me, it had to have been just five seconds. “Thanks “ Calm. Softly spoken. As if he hadn’t just done a 40 yard dash in five seconds without even trying. “Dude. You ever think about running track? You’re fucking fast.” I watched his chest and stomach. Not even breathing a little hard. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, his face pointed towards my hand on the open door. “Track.” He paused. Then, “track shorts”. Another pause. “Absolutely not.” As usual, my mind took its usual three count to put it all together, and I barked out a laugh. The image of this guy in those high cut, tight shorts, and a tank top was ridiculous. His riveting eyes darted to mine and he did that momentary slight grin. “Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.” I waved him through the door ahead of me. The image of him gliding weightlessly in his track outfit flashed into my head again. “But you’d still make them look good.” I mumbled unconsciously. “What?” He stopped, and I ran into him. “Dude!” I complained. He took a step and turned around. “What did you say?” He was looking me straight in the eye. He had some crazy long dark eyelashes. They made his grey eyes stand out so much. He looked surprised. I shook my head. “Huh? I said good point, they’re ridiculous.” He was still staring at me. This was the longest he’d ever looked me in the eye. It made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I remember specifically getting caught in his eyes, thinking how they looked like soft grey flannel. He had soft eyes. “After that. You said something after that.” He uttered with a breathy whisper. Calm. Steady. Weightless. I thought back, a puzzled look on my face. “No I didn’t.” Seriously, I couldn’t remember saying anything after that. “At least I don’t think I did. What did you hear?” He seemed to be searching my face for something, those thought-filled eyes moving back and forth, the clockwork inside his skull turning. I felt like he was taking me apart, piece by piece, looking under the rusty hood. It should have felt intense, like an attack, that stare of his went so deep into me. I have no recollection of where we stood, who was around us, or how much time passed. I let his brain disassemble me, break me into pieces, I allowed it, thinking of nothing except that he could do what he was doing for as long as he needed to do it. I didn’t feel threatened, or tense, or nervous. I was both there and not there. I didn’t exist except where I was reflected in his eyes. I had no body, just floated there before him as his perfect creation. I felt comfortable. Comfortable and weightless. So when he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to mine, I let him. No, that’s the wrong term. I didn’t ‘let’ him. In order to let him I would have had to consciously choose. It just was. In that moment there was only him, his eyes, and his lips that were incredibly soft. What I do remember is that it lasted forever, his gentle steady kiss, before my mouth betrayed me and kissed him back. There was no thought to it, just a kiss my mouth needed to perform on his soft, beautiful gentle lips after they asked me so nicely, like a please and thank you. My head had no thoughts of boys kissing boys. This wasn’t some lurid, licentious or lustful act of depravity. I was just there, engaging in an act of easy natural need like breathing, exploring his mouth with mine without hurry, without thought, just because every movement brought with it a new and more interesting area. At some point in my journey, my adventure upon the softness of his lips, I released my tongue to taste him. His lips tasted like mint. My tongue took its time to find every corner with a slow and deliberate movement. It didn’t flex or harden, remaining soft and languid as it voyaged fully over each inviting pink pillow. Without my asking them to, my hands had risen up to cup his solid masculine jaw, my fingers caressing his neck while my thumbs stroked his cheeks. When my tongue wandered between those comfortable lips, they relaxed exactly as I needed them to, as if our organs were speaking to each other on their own. They needed to talk, to visit, to tell each other stories like friends who had missed each other for too long. His teeth greeted me first, so my tongue searched out every one, tracing their outlines top to bottom and side to side. Incisors. Canines. First molars. Licking , savoring each individual tooth, taking my time to be sure I explored their entire surface, even scraping the sharp points. I went along his gums, finding the crease of his jaw where it met the flesh of his face, and the rigid divider just beneath his nose. I played in the gap where his gums met the smooth white enamel of his teeth, fascinated by the difference in texture, finding it a sexy thing, that juxtaposition of hard and tender, soft and rigid. In my head, this wasn’t a kiss. This was like listening to my favorite song, getting taken away by the music, hearing but not listening because I was transported INSIDE the music, sailing on the notes, carried by the rhythm. No time existed, only the journey and the fascinating new places it would take me on its own without my conscious guidance. In the year since I graduated, I learned that this was a habit of mine, and always had been. My mind would take me and the world would disappear when I found this mental state. No judgment existed, no choice, no worry, just being in the moment as it expanded in my mind. It was safe, it soothed me, excited me, and everything was nothing. My body wasn’t there, not connected to me while my mind went where it needed to. A tiny piece of me fed instructions to my body to give my mind what it needed, and that was all, but I couldn’t tell you what those instructions were. Years later I would understand that this was meditation, letting go of everything to free the mind. Back then I only knew it as losing myself: the place where there was no ‘me’. When my tongue finished, it pulled back slowly, revisiting its favorite places, old friends, a quick goodbye but stopping for a longer moment on its favorite friend, those beautiful gentle lips. And then, his tongue came to visit me. Hesitant. Cautious. It moved so slowly, so tender, asking politely once again. In answer, my hands pulled him into me, my own lips opened even as my tongue darted forth to tease him. I had never had a kiss like this with any of the girls I’d been with. There was no casual, effortless connection with them. With them, there was a purpose, mostly mechanical, a choreographed dance with deliberate steps and movements intended to lead to a sexual act. A sexual act I desperately wanted and loved, in case you thought otherwise. There was always a navigational issue with girls, I could never just lose my self, because every guy had to be hyper aware of every signal, make sure she was in full consent, to make sure she enjoyed it all way more than I was allowed to. All the while she couldn’t enjoy herself TOO much, not wanting to come across as a total slut. Always careful, slightly awkward, each of us holding back. My too big mouth trying not to swallow their too small mouth, my heavy, long thick tongue trying not to choke or overwhelm them. Having to walk the line between strong and aggressive, a too thin line sometimes when your heartbeat sinks to your dick. There was no kiss that only existed as a doorway to a sublime disappearance, a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but an existence. No kiss like Kevin’s comfortable , weightless kiss. And when he felt my permission, my acceptance, he performed his magic again, only this time my mind receded, becoming a spectator once more just like that eternity of his lips first touching mine. His tongue invaded me, eager and on a hunt. It came for something, hungry to conquer. My mouth relished the strength of his attack, the abandon and thoughtless aggression. It would have its satisfaction, it would fill its starved emptiness with everything it could devour. Sacrificing myself to him seemed only right, this desperate animalistic taking , I could deny it nothing. If there was any way I could give it more, I would. On an instinctual level I celebrated the release of the hound, knowing that allowing it to feed meant freedom. His tongue reached my very soul, no different from how his soft flannel eyes ensnared my mind. I fed it to him, I no longer wanted my soul, not inside me. I wanted him to consume it, to keep it prisoner as deep inside his self as he could crush it. I had no reason left. He could take what he wanted, anything he needed. I would just live inside him, such an easy choice. His tongue pushed against my tongue like a bully, throwing it wherever he chose, trying to flip it over on its back. He drove the hardened tip deep into the soft tender flesh on the floor of my mouth, then spread the tip wide to fling my tongue upward like a killer whale flinging its seal victim in the splashing surf of our shared saliva. It was pure playful violence, toying with me. His tongue yanked back, but only so his teeth could nip my lips, before thrusting again into my beaten mouth. A wave of his saliva followed, only for me to swallow every drop after which my lips closed over his tongue so I could suck it dry. I felt like a virgin, like I had never kissed anyone before in my life. Whatever I had done before, it couldn’t be called a kiss. THIS… this was what qualified as a kiss. When had I slumped against this wall, lowering myself so I was below his head? It made his violation easier. He cradled my head with one hand while his other hand danced across my face. I felt his finger enter my lips next to his tongue. He drew back his head slowly, looking at me with his flannel eyes, his finger still in my mouth. I slumped there, staring. My mind was coming back too slow. “How…..?” He gasped. Now he was breathing heavy. He put a second finger in my mouth, and I unconsciously sucked them, captivated by his stare. “Let’s go.” He said, curling his fingers around my bottom teeth and pulling me off the wall by my jaw. I didn’t even care. What the fuck? The world was still gone. Oh I recognized the school, where we were. But I had no idea what time it was, didn’t care. School? Class? Not even on the radar. I followed him to his car, and he was kind enough not to drag me the whole way by my teeth. “Fuck. Sorry Tom.” He said, releasing me. “It’s…. I …. What?” That was the level of my intelligence at that moment. Just saying words. “Get in.” He ordered. Commands. I could do that, follow commands without my mind, super easy. The Army was going to get a perfect soldier. So I got into his car and shut the door, staring out the windshield trying to make sense of whatever this was. “Tom? You okay?” I heard from my left. I turned my head slowly, like some creepy horror movie mannequin. I swallowed before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.” “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did it.” He said, going back to not looking me in the eye. “Did what? What did you do Kev?” I was still trying to grasp reality. Nothing made sense. “The kiss? Kissed you in front of English class?” Which only sent my mind right back there, his lips, my tongue, my surrender. “That’s good.” I muttered distractedly. He looked at me again. “Tom? What? TOM!” His raised voice got my attention, finally. I focused on his flannel eyes, his hair. “Your hair’s messed up.” I told him. Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I chose to consciously say to him. But in my defense, Kevin’s hair was never messed up. He always looked like fucking Tarzan. He smirked. ‘Yeah, you kinda put your hands all over it, through it, pulled it, smelled it. I thought you were going to eat some, but you didn’t.” None of which I remember. Not even to this day. “Really? When?” Now he smiled, a full smile. I remember those teeth, knew each of them intimately. My tongue came out and licked my lips. I have no idea why I wasn’t freaking out. “During what will always be the best kiss of my life.” I blinked. “Oh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh” my mouth lingered on the word. Finally, I grasped the entirety of what we’d done. “Oh shit.” Okay, I guess the freaking out part was just holding back a little. “Did we just do that? Like right there in the hallway?” Kevin nodded, his smile reduced to nothing. His eyes looked scared, but hopeful. I leaned back and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sighed, thinking… at long last thinking. Maybe not such a perfect soldier, with all the thinking. Kevin waited with the quiet patience he always had. Comfortable silence. Weightless expectation. That was why. Why I said what I did. Because he was comfortably weightless there inside me. I mean beside me. Yeah, that’s what I meant. I looked at him again and smiled. “It was a fucking awesome kiss!” I laughed. He laughed too, the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded deep and throaty. “You kissed me gone, dude. I seriously left my body. I don’t remember everything that happened, I just remember living inside your mouth. I remember ever single crevice and corner of your mouth, every tooth, every bump. And your lips. Your lips. Those lips.” Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch his lips. “You have no idea what you did to me, where you took me.” I didn’t feel like lying to him, I wanted him to know the truth. I needed him to know how special that was for me. He smiled, and kissed my fingers, still there touching him. “I know what you did to me, and where you took me. That I do know.” He got a little bashful then. “Um… sorry about attacking you there at the end. I don’t know why that happened. You drove me so crazy with what you were doing to me. I couldn’t take it when you let me put my tongue in your mouth. I lost it.” I moved my fingers under his chin to raise his face to look at me. “Kev? Look at me.” He did that thing again, his face pointed off to the side, his eyes looking then not looking, then looking again. “I’m not sorry. I wanted the beast off the leash, that was actually going through my head. I saw that beast inside you and wanted it to feed on me. You were perfect, amazing, so strong and in control. I didn’t know a kiss could be all that. So, thank you. Thank you for kissing me. Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me. I never thought that was possible, but you showed me it is.” I watched as tears started to fall from his eyes. “Thank you too. Tom? I really like you.” I wiped his tears. “Yeah. I like you too Kev. In fact, I know I love you. But I’m straight Kev. We’re going to be close friends, because I love who you are, the guy inside. I like your jokes. I like your always thinking brain.” He chuckled, then took a deep breath, then looked out the windshield. “I figured.” He wiped his eyes on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to be my friend. I’m gay, Tom. And after that display in the hallway, people are going to talk. I guess I just came out at school.” I grabbed his hand. “Only if you want to. Fuck those people, the ones who want to be mean. You don’t need them. And I’ll shut them up for you if you want.” “But what about you? They’re going to think you’re gay too. Fuck! I screwed this up so magnificently, and now you’re going to suffer.” He threw his head back, raking his hand through his hair and holding his head. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” “Hey, hey, settle down. Get the beast back on the leash, buddy. It’ll be fine.” I really wasn’t worried. “I don’t care if they think I’m gay. You’re gay and you’re amazing. If they think I’m like you, I couldn’t be happier. “ “Really? What if girls don’t want to go out with you?” He asked. I laughed. “Dude, you don’t know girls. They’ll see it as a challenge, can they turn me straight, make me forget about dick? If I play this right I might actually lose my virginity. Some girl’s gonna want to use that pussy power.” His eyes got wide. “You’re a virgin? You?” His surprise amused me. “Yup, turns out that being a good guy makes it extra difficult to get more than a blowjob. I can’t figure out why.” I heard him snort. “What?” I retorted. “You don’t think I’m a good guy? Or was that because I’m not as smart as you?” I’m not sure I appreciated this level of honesty. He shook his head. “No. No, not that.” He grinned. “Let’s see, someone just told me something like ‘you don’t know girls’ or some lame bullshit like that.” He raised his eyebrows. I hated myself for those three seconds before my brain clicked. “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE!” I grinned and punched him hard in the arm. He started cracking up. “You deserved that.” He laughed. “And OW! Jesus. I’m gonna have a bruise.” “Good.” I said. “Look, you’re right, being a good guy probably does work against you. You probably stop when they say no, right?” He tilted his head. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to rape anyone. If they say no, it means no.” I didn’t see where he was going with this. He paused, I watched his grey eyes move left and right between his eyelids, his lips pressed together, obviously lost in thought. “Okay.” That’s all he said. “Okay what?” I asked. “You don’t have any answers? What’s the good in having a gay best friend if he can’t give me answers about girls?” He looked at me with a suave smirk. “You can comfort yourself with a no strings blowjob from your gay best friend any time you want.” I choked , then laughed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” He suddenly looked scared. “It’s a joke. A joke. Don’t be mad.” I looked back at him, with a straight face, saying “oh, a joke. That’s too bad.” Then I gave him a wink and a grin. He took a deep breath, then grinned. “Now who’s the asshole?” “Guilty.” I said. “But look, don’t censor yourself with me, Kev. You don’t need to do that. I know you dig me. Be yourself.” “Bet you’d still make them look good.” Kevin said. “Huh?” “That’s what you said. Before the kiss. ‘Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.’ Then you paused, and mumbled Bet you’d still make them look good.” I looked at him with my mouth open. “I… I don’t remember saying that. Did I say that?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His face was serious. Concerned. “That’s why I kissed you. I thought you liked me like I like you.” I put my hand over my mouth. I led him on? I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that. “Kev, I’m sorry. It was subconscious, or something. I mean, I’m not going to lie, you have a nice body, and you’re handsome as hell with your soft grey eyes and your Viking Tarzan hair. And yeah, if I’m being honest you’d probably look hot in those track shorts because of your skateboarding ass and legs. But I didn’t mean to lead you on, or make you think we could be a couple.” I took a breath. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if I hadn’t said that?” He shook his head “I would have been too scared to make a move. Just like every day since junior year.” “Okay, we’re going to revisit your crush on me for over a year, and you not even saying hi. We’re going to have to work on your balls if we’re going to get you a boyfriend. “ “Yes, let’s work on my balls. You can start now.” He said dryly. One. Two. Brain caught up. “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too quick for me, dude!” I slapped his thigh. “Alright, well while I’m sorry I led you on and gave you the wrong idea, I’m still glad I said it because that kiss was FUCKING EPIC and I got a gay best friend out of it.” I explained. “Yeah. It was the best kiss ever.” He replied , lost in thought. “ I didn’t know a kiss could be like that either. So it doesn’t bother you that I’m crushing on you bad?” I shrugged. “I kinda like it. Besides, isn’t that how gay/straight friends work? I figured the gay one always had a crush on the straight one.” “What? No! Oh for fuck’s sake. Good thing you have me. You may be straight, but your head’s not. I’m gonna to straighten that out.” So Kevin straightened out my head, with girls and gay people. I guess I knew what I was doing when I called him my gay best friend, because the guy who I thought was my best friend turned into a major prick because of the rumors I was gay, which I did nothing to dispel. Fuck him. I did in fact get WAY more action, and lost my virginity to Carol Fredericks, a sweet little blonde volleyball player. We ended up dating for the rest of the year. I came clean with her that I really was straight, to which she screamed ‘I KNEW IT!’ And she punched me like a volleyball spike while I laughed until I swore to do anything she told me to for a week. Let me tell you, that sweet little girl was a freaknasty with her leash off. I loved that. Almost…ALMOST took me to the place of Kevin’s kiss. I had a moment beyond , but nothing as deep or long lasting as Kevin’s kiss. She was the one that taught me that eating a dude’s ass drives him fucking crazy. I need to introduce Sleeper to Carol. She tore my hole up with her mouth, even had me shooting once, just from her tongue in my hole. In my defense I hadn’t touched myself or seen Carol in two weeks when that happened. I begged her to fucking rape my hole, it drove me that crazy. She kissed me right after i shot, and tasting my own ass on her tongue almost made me cum again. And I had to stop myself from letting another load go when she picked up my pooled jizz and grinned at me while she forced my own cum into my asshole with two of her dainty fingers. I still fucked her twice more, once in each hole. I liked fucking her ass, and she loved it too because we didn’t have to use a condom and I could fill her up with my nut. Freaknasty. What a perfect, lovely, pretty, dirty little slut. I guess my laid back attitude and casual acceptance of pretty much anything allowed her to let her beast out. And you know how much that gets me gone to that mindless place. If I hadn’t joined the Army, and Carol hadn’t gone away to UCLA, we’d still be together. If she’s still single when I get back stateside, I’m going to look her up. For Kevin’s birthday that March, I asked him what he wanted. With that sardonic dry tone he said without blinking. “Give you a blowjob, of course.” It was our typical banter. It was the same thing he said at Christmas. On Valentines Day. When I asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I’d say. But this time I said “okay”, closed my locker, and walked towards the parking lot. I was halfway down the hall before he ran to catch up. I finally got him. This time HE had to wait for his brain to connect the dots. I felt kinda proud. “What?” He asked. I looked at him with a grin. “I said okay. For your birthday, you get to blow me.” He stared and blinked slowly. “This is a joke, right?” I put my arm around his shoulders, and he automatically wrapped his around my waist. Like we always did. “No joke buddy. But, there’s conditions.” He was trembling under my arm. “What conditions?” “Carol’s going to be there. She’s into it. Oh, and she calls the shots. Meaning if she wants to participate, she does. You good with that?” Kevin looked uncomfortable and a little freaked out. “She’s not going to order me around, is she? She won’t do anything to me, will she?” He stopped. “I don’t have to do anything to her, right?” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just me, buddy. She accepts you’re gay, she’s not trying to change you. I told her you’re GAYgay, that we’ve always joked about you giving me a blowjob. She asked if we’ve ever done that, I told her no. She asked why not, and I couldn’t really give her an answer except I didn’t want to lead you on, that you deserve better.” We reached the exit, saying goodbye to a few people we knew who never cared that Kevin and I hugged, walked with our arms around each other, got handsy when sitting next to each other. One cool side effect of all this was how many other people got comfortable with male affection. I noticed the guys on my teams hugging a lot more and being more at ease with touching. Of course, it was usually followed by ‘no homo’, but progress was progress. I stopped getting shit after they learned it wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, and didn’t ruin my day. I seriously didn’t care. I was going into the Army, the rest of these chumps could kiss my ass. A couple more guys came out as gay, but Kevin said they didn’t interest him. I hoped Carol’s plan worked. I was really worried my best friend would never move on and let his crush on me go. The air was still cool, in March, but Spring was almost here. We walked across the small lawn towards the parking lot where our cars were. Kevin and I used to take turns driving each other (wait… I mean riding with each other… fuck… taking each other to school… for fuck’s sake is there any way to make it not sound like we’re fucking each other? That’s Kevin’s influence, that dirty mind filled with double meanings). So anyway, since I started dating Carol, we drove separately most of the time. Carol and Kevin liked each other, it’s just sometimes Carol and I had personal business to conduct after school before our parents got home from work. “My parents are in Dallas for the weekend, and Timmy is staying at his friend’s until they come home. I’m apparently not mature enough to keep my little brother from dying in my care, but it’s fine with them if I do something stupid and end up killing myself. So, we have the house to ourselves. Wanna stay the weekend?” I asked him. His actual birthday wasn’t until next Wednesday, so there shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t stay over. “Sure. Is Carol coming over?” I shook my head “Nope. Not until tomorrow night, for your birthday celebration. She said I have to save it for you. I think you’re going to have to blow me twice because I’m going to cum too fast the first time for you to have your fun. Carol and I haven’t gotten together since last week. It’s driving me crazy. I’m so fucking horny. Practice and games, I get no time. Thank God this is a bye week.” He gave me that clock ticking look. “This is something you WANT to do, right?” I smiled. “Yeah bud. I want to do this for you. I think you need this. Besides, I tell you how hot you are every week. What makes you think I’m not going to enjoy it just as much as you?” We hugged before we split to go towards our cars. “Well I won’t complain. What time do you want me to come by tonight?” That was Kevin. His biggest sexual fantasy was coming true and he still maintained that comfortable, weightless attitude. Who knows what going through his head, turning through those gears. I shrugged. “Anytime you want. Just grab your clothes and stuff and come right over. I’m going to go to the store on my way home and get some garbage food. I’ll see you there. Let yourself in if you get there before me.” I climbed into my 12 year old ‘79 Trans Am, a car I thought was a ‘classic’ at the time. Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh, then go fuck yourself. What the hell did I know? I was 18. **************** It was Saturday night, THE night. Carol was on her way, and Kevin and I had spent the day trying to not think about tonight. With each passing hour, he seemed to get more nervous, and that sideways look was back. I tried to reassure him, tried to be more affectionate, but it didn’t seem to be working. We were currently snuggling on the couch watching Terminator 2, it had just come out on video and I had snagged the last VHS at Blockbuster. Kevin was little spoon, and I had my arms wrapped around him, my leg over the top of his, while my chin rested on the top of his head. He was so warm, his meaty body felt perfectly contoured to mine. My right hand lazily rubbed his left pec while we watched Arnold blow shotgun holes in the liquid metal terminator. The special effects were insane. I liked how solid his body felt. Comfortable. His hair, skin, breath, all smelled soothing. He’d always chuckle when I’d sniff him like a dog, but it always seemed to calm me and make me smile. Although we always spooned and slept in each other’s arms when we’d stay over at the other’s house, somehow this moment felt extra special. I took a deep breath. “Kev?” He waited a few seconds before answering. I could feel him tense, then relax. I was patient, knowing he’d speak when his clock gears finished whatever they needed to do. “Yeah Tom?” His deep voice came out weak, filled with uncertainty, and a little fear. “I… I love you, buddy. I don’t think you realize how much.” I took another deep breath. Softening my voice, I continued, “Sometimes I wish I was gay, so I could be the man you deserve.” I felt him tense up, so I grabbed him tighter, not letting him run from this. And then I felt him shaking. I looked at his face below me and he was crying. Crying softly, making no noise. “Oh Kev. Don’t cry. Don’t cry buddy.” I kissed his head, his neck, his jaw that I thought was so masculine. “Please don’t, you’ll make me cry. “ I kept mumbling while I squeezed him tightly to me and tried to kiss away his tears. “You can’t cry on your birthday, it’s against the law.” I tried humor. He brought his hand up to rub my forearm. “Tom?” He paused. I knew I didn’t have to answer, he would continue when he had the right words. I kept up my affectionate attention while he prepared himself. He really did smell like the best thing in the world. Like rain on a summer day. A freshly planted field. The breeze coming off the ocean. Beneath it all, him, his unique scent, a light musk that could have been a spice if you could bottle it. He hadn’t worn cologne since the day I’d told him how good he smelled without it. “Tom, I don’t want you to be gay. I mean, I used to want that, at first. But that wouldn’t be you.” He was talking through his tears, still running down his face, wetting the throw pillow under our heads. “Part of why I love you with all my heart is because even though you ARE straight, you never hold back on how much you love me, and show me that. Do you remember the day of The Kiss?” “Every single detail, Kev. I’ll never forget it.” “You said something in the car that day that I think about every day. When I feel sad, it makes me feel better. When I’m scared, it calms me down. When you said those words, it made everything all right.” I’d said so many things that day, and my exact words were jumbled in my memory between my heaving emotions , and my scrambled brain. But Kevin always remembered everything exactly. “Which part, Kev?” “You said ‘Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me’. So now it’s my turn. Thank you for giving me all of you, Tom. You’re perfect just as you are. So perfect, just like this.” And now I was crying too. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the emotion take us where it needed to, our eyes closed. We didn’t hear Carol come in, until she stood in front of the couch. “You started without me?” She said with a grin. We both looked up at her. “No.” We said together. She saw our tear stained faces. Her grin slipped. She knelt down in front of us, her eyes going from Kevin’s face, to mine, and back again. “Hey, are you two okay?” She reached out to wipe my tears, then wiped Kevin’s cheek too. “Yeah babe.” I said, smiling. I’m sure we looked pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I’ve got my two favorite people right here and I couldn’t be happier.” I leaned over Kevin and gave her a kiss. We were just inches from Kevin’s face. I could feel his soft eyes on us. “Wow.” He whispered. I smiled with my mouth still on Carol’s, and I saw a glint in her eye. Carol pulled back an inch, opened her mouth and let her tongue extend. She grabbed my lower jaw, squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. She darted in, shoving her tongue into my open mouth and took a long hard forceful lick up across my palate and teeth. Then she pulled my mouth open as far as she could and put her delicate chin all the way inside my lips, pushing her tongue inside along with it. I clamped down, almost chewing on her jaw. She moaned. She was the first girl I didn’t worry about how big my male mouth was. If I could swallow her head, she’d let me, and would want me to. “Holy fuck.” Kevin breathed below us. This was so hot. We’d never had an audience before. And knowing that Kevin was getting turned on by it had my dick throbbing as I unconsciously humped it over his meaty ass. I was grabbing his pec and playing with it. I was so turned on. Carol pulled back again, and stuck her magical tongue out once again. Yeah, her tongue wasn’t as big and fat as mine, but it was long, almost three inches. My asshole loved every wet inch. “Suck it.” She ordered, yanking my jaw towards it. God, I loved it when she treated me like her bitch. She couldn’t be too rough, too degrading, too demanding. It excited me that her tall thin body could control my big muscular one. I learned early on that my beloved Freaknasty could take it as well as she could dish it out too, but I could never decide which way I loved it more. She was so polite, sweet, and pure in public. Behind closed doors she became the best kind of depraved whore, and she knew ALL of my buttons. We were perfect together. She pushed me away after I tried to suck her delicious tongue as hard as I could and rip it out of her mouth so I could eat it. Fuck, the things she did to me. “That’s not the only thing going in your mouth tonight, baby” the sweet tone of her voice opposed that sparkle in her eye I knew so well. I was breathing hard, clutching Kevin’s chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I took a quick moment to glance down at him. He had the most sublime expression on his face. The excitement in those soft eyes changed them. Were the darker? They appeared to be two stormy skies. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Those lips. Carol grabbed me by the hair to get my eyes back on her. I caught the briefest glimpse of Kevin’s patented minuscule smirk before my eyes found hers. She stroke my cheek with her soft dainty hand. Man, her fingers were so long, her palm looked tiny next to them. “Oh baby, do you want to kiss Kevin? Like you kiss me?” She cooed. “Yes” I said hoarsely. I didn’t see it coming, the slap. I knew better than to take my eyes off her. I kept my head still , taking the full power of her slap. It was a stinger, she was a great volleyball spiker after all. My ear was ringing, my face on fire. Her voice was still filled with sugar, so sweet. “Too bad, baby. Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s all about him. Tonight he gets what he wants. Tonight he gets to… how do you put it? Let his beast off the leash? You want that, right?” She stroked my face again, so tender, it felt so good. “More than anything, baby girl.” “Do you love him, baby? Do you love him like me?” Still sweet, a gentle smile on her face. “Not like you. You, I want to possess, I want to grovel at your feet, I want to control you and let you control me. I want to be in front of you so I can see you and protect you, behind you so I can hold you, beside you so I can share everything with you. I want you to hold my heart, crush it if you wish, consume it, put it in a necklace to wear, while I do the same with yours.” We hadn’t talked about this, Carol and I. None of it, which was part of the thrill. I was going wherever she led me, trusting her completely to bring out what we all needed, the three of us. And she did it to perfection. She had a gift. “Oh baby, you are so wonderful, so gorgeous in your heart and soul.” She caressed me with her words. “And the outside is even more beautiful. So hot, so handsome, all those powerful muscles that would never be used to cause pain.” She finally let go of my hair and started stroking both cheeks lovingly. “And Kevin? What about him? How do you love your boyfriend?” Kevin jerked. Her eyes and one hand left my face. She looked down at him, smiling like an angel, stroking both of our cheeks now. “It’s okay. You know we all see it, right? Your hearts beat for each other. But let Tom tell you. Baby, tell him how you love him.” She tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes had gone to soft flannel again. I felt my tears start. “Kevin, I love you like the air I breathe, weightless, here inside me, always, filling me, keeping me alive. You are a fire that keeps me warm, comforting me. I wish we could merge into one, so I could feel your weightless comfort every second of every day, know what’s ticking in your amazing brain, feel everything you feel that keeps you solid, steady, and so much more real than anything else around us.” My tears were dropping on his face mixing with his own. “Thank you for being my friend. I love you buddy.” “Kiss your boyfriend, baby. Show him how you feel.” Carol whispered. I looked in Kevin’s soft eyes, and watched them begin to dart. “No.” I uttered, soft and tender. He and I had never kissed again like the day of The Kiss. “Why? Tell him why, baby.” She knew. I had told her about The Kiss. She already knew what I would do, what I would say. “I’m waiting for the moment. The moment when he’s ready to pull me into his eyes again. When he lets go of the leash he’s put himself on. The leash I never asked him to wear for me. Let it go, buddy. Come to me, pull me in. I want you to kiss me gone. I need you to give me all of you, without holding back.” If it were possible, which I guess it was because he did, he cried even harder, from fear, doubt, from a desire he could never answer without feeling the desperation of losing me. I saw it all in those soft flannel eyes. “You would do this for me?” He whispered. And I could tell he still couldn’t grasp that this was something I wanted just as much as him. Carol had opened my eyes about so many things. One lesson I learned above all others was not to avoid trying new things, that hidden pleasures were everywhere if you allowed yourself to look. I needed Kevin to show me what sex with a man was like. I too, had put myself on a leash, wanting the experience, but needing to keep from hurting him. But he was the only man I trusted to do this with. I wouldn’t do this with any other. “I want to do it for us.” When he heard those words his soft eyes stopped darting, and they pulled me in. And the world froze and disappeared. He became the only real, solid thing in the universe, even I was reduced to nothing more than elements of more than the five physical sensations. I came back to myself carrying Kevin up the stairs to my room, our mouths still locked together. I sensed Carol behind us. I’d warned Carol what could happen, if the stars aligned just right, but I didn’t expect it to happen like that, so fast. I remembered far more than the first time, my hands and mouth exploring his entire head, smelling everything, tasting every part my tongue could find. I violated his ears, driving my tongue deep into his ear canals, both of them. I needed to know how that private part of him tasted, how it felt against my tongue. I used my lips and tongue to remove his earring, rolled it around in my mouth to suck off the bits of him that came from inside his pierced earlobe. His nose I swallowed whole, the tip of my tongue penetrating up inside each nostril, the snot from his tearful surrender somehow as deliciously soothing on my tongue as everything else I’d savored. I licked his salty tears and cleaned his eyes. I remember chewing gently along that straight, sharp jawline I’d always admired. I sucked his Adam’s apple, it was hard against the soft sweetness of his throat, feeling it jump as he moaned. And then I wrapped my overly large mouth to cover his entire throat, the feel of his blood pumping through both his carotid and jugular pulsing against my lips at the same time sending me even deeper into the nothing. Here. Here was where I joined him, that merging that I wanted. He lay beneath me offering himself as a sacrifice to my hunger, my beast. With every breath, I felt the air move through his throat, his beating heart sending his blood through his artery up over my top lip, and back to his heart through his vein across my bottom lip, throbbing heat, over and over. So strong. Steady. Solid, like him. I existed only as his blood, his heartbeat, his comfortable heat, his weightless air for an eternity. For that time, I felt like his life, and I’ve never known a peace like that ever again. I don’t know how long he fed me, but he gave me all of him, patient like he always was until I’d gotten what I needed. Still clothed, we got to the landing and I moved towards my bedroom. I spared a glance at Carol. Her eyes were wide, and wonder was painted on her face. “Tom, my God. Who are you?” She asked. I left Kevin’s soft, beautiful, comfortable lips, smiled at her. “I’m him. I have him, he’s finally here.” As I pulled him to my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, tracing down my cheek. “And now, he will have me.” She didn’t have to say it, I saw it in her eyes. “You are the most amazing man, baby. I love you.” I smiled bigger. “Thank you for loving me. All of me. Even the part of me that is Kevin. You didn’t have to. But that’s who you are, and you made this gift happen because of what you have inside you. There’s no one I’ve ever known who gives so freely, and takes so unapologetically. I love you.” “Take him in there. Give him all of you. Show him what I see.” She turned to go back down the stairs. She wasn’t worried that this would change me, or change her and me. That wasn’t Carol. In fact , she told me before graduation months later that she was wet thinking about all the ways she hoped Kevin would violate me. She wanted to watch, but wanted us to be free to do everything we wanted to, needed to. Kevin stirred. I looked down at him, his soft eyes completely still as I gazed into them. “No, Carol. You’re coming too.” He said. And then that smirk. I laughed immediately, no three second wait. I had a feeling that my brain would never have to catch up with his again. “You heard him.” I said, when she hadn’t moved. She was obviously trying to figure out if that meant what she thought it meant. “Get your sexy ass in here! Oh, and Kev’s in charge. No leash.” I had no idea what Kevin would come up with, but knowing him, Carol and I were going to experience a few new things. Carol was going to learn that even though Kevin was a virgin, his beast made ours look like cute puppies. I remembered that all too well the day he took my soul.

I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

For the first time ever, I had a guy blow his load in my mouth and over my face today! I'm upset that I waited all these years to get the guts to do it, felt so good and naughty! 🙂 First of many I hope!

As an older bottom (50) I do notice that a lot of tops (younger and older) seem to have an upper age limit for bottoms between 30-40. In my younger days I was more versatile but experience taught me that I preferred to bottom. When I was younger I much preferred older guys (at least the same age as me) - just think they are sexier and they also know what they want, so I suppose it’s all down to personal preference and I still have the same preferences. What has changed is the way we hook up - apps, etc, which weren’t around when I was younger (yes, I’m sounding like a dinosaur!), which is why I’m going back to the old fashioned way of cruising and saunas more now as I’ve been told that I look younger than 50 and might have more of a chance than having guys just looking at statistics on a screen. I am more than just a number.

As a anon top. I prefer when a bottom is lubed up and ready to do. My dick is hard and ready for raw sex and hate wasting time.

I pre-lube with Vaseline. It lasts a long time and isn't runny.

Last load was at Wet on Wellington, Melbourne. 15 dicks over the course of eight hours. Below is the full story (2 k words). Saturday, 15th January 2019 and Sunday, 16th January Today, I have decided to go to Wet on Wellington, a gay bathhouse where men go to have sex with each other. I have been reading a lot of gay sex stories leading up to this day, mainly about dark room. As the name suggest, a dark room is a dimly or completely dark room where men enter to have anonymous sex with each other with the benefit that you cannot see who you are topping or who is topping you. And the sex is completely bareback too, which I enjoy. I get there at 9:00 p.m. There is no one on the street, it is a ghost town. I park my car about a five minute walk away where there are plenty of parking, grab my mask, and take a pleasant stroll. There is an Anytime Fitness gym next door and it is deserted like the rest of the street. I enter the large sliding door and the man at the counter ask for my ID, cash, and my vaccination ticket, then hands me my locker key. “Where is the locker?” I ask him, and he is surprised to learn that it is my first time here and ask me to meet him at the back for a tour of the place. I make my way to the back and he takes me to the locker room. There is a long pool that stretches from the entrance to the back of the building. The place smells like chlorine. There are hundreds of lockers there. My locker is number 132. I take off my clothes and wrap the thin red towel around my waist. It keeps undoing itself so I am constantly wrapping and unwrapping it but I get the hang of it soon. I decide to become accustom to my surroundings so I take a tour of the entire building. The first floor is where the locker room is, as well as the showers and steam room. I did not take any showers when I am there because my face tends to dry without my adding moisturizer afterwards, and I didn’t bring any today. There is a very long and large swimming pool that no one is in, a smoking bay with stairs leading to an upstairs outdoor patio. The floor is wet. Men are walking around with nothing but towels around their waist and it is eye-candy in here. There are stairs leading to the second floor. I hear men moaning but it turns out to be a Sean Cody clip from a lounge area. There is a dark room just past a few turns, and many rooms with a flat black mattress on the floor. I examine each one. I am looking for a glory hole in the wall but, of course, there aren’t any because men want a private room to themselves without the prying eyes of others. The corridors are dark enough to set the mood but not pitch black. Red lights illuminate our faces and set the mood for sex. I take the stairs to the third floor. I bump into walls which I think are passageway a few times because it is slightly darker up here. Mirrors are randomly place and I walk into them by mistake since they look like walkways. Rooms have mattresses on them now, someone is on a sling in one of the rooms, and the glory hole booths are on this floor. There are four booths on the ground level and short stairs leading up to another four booths; this way, men can suck each other’s dicks without kneeling on their knees. The upper booths have an open section where you can watch the porn happening in the back of the room while having your dick sucked, which is genius, in my opinion. An overweight man with glasses approaches me and touches me, asks me to get a room with him, I refuse. He follows me around and I politely refuse a total of three times before he leaves me alone. As I am walking down a corridor on the third floor, an asian man that seems Chinese follows me. He is handsome, fit, and interested in me so I follow him into a room and we make out. I feel his penis, small, and then his ass, lubed and opened, so I turn him around and begin to top him. He enjoys it. I have already cummed three times before coming here so I pretend to finish inside him so I can move on, but he pulls me in closer for a hug and it feels so good. We lay there in each other’s arms for a while and I tell him that I’ll catch him later, put on my towel, leave. It has been an hour since I’ve arrived and I am finding it difficult to hook up with anybody, for the simple fact that there are no real dark room and you have to rely on chasing down a guy to have sex with you. There are two reasons why I find this especially challenging. The first reason is that you both have to give the right signals that you are both interested into each other. I find that a lot of people are verbal, asking straight-out whether you want to have sex, then find a room. The second reason is that you don’t know if they are a top or a bottom until you are both in the room together. When it comes to one-on-one sex and I am the top, there is too much pressure to perform well which makes me limp, unless they are asian and very attractive. If they are a top, this makes things much easier because I tend to bottom at sex clubs. I am standing at an alcove near the glory hole booth and I spot a muscular asian walking past. I think he is Vietnamese and very handsome. I am too shy to approach him so I watch as he enters the upper glory hole booth and I enter the booth below and suck him off. His cock is an average size, smooth and velvety, and you can tell he is a top by the way that he is thrusting his hips back and forth. I exit the booth, follow him around, but we never enter a booth together as he doesn’t seem to send out the signal that he is interested. So I walk downstairs to the dark room area and a man follows me, kisses me. Someone feels my body from behind, drops my towel, lubes my ass, sticks his penis inside me, begins to fuck me. I lean down and suck someone’s dick. After the top loads me, someone else enters me. I am still sucking dick. When this guy finishes inside me, I turn to look up and the Vietnamese guy is there watching me and I am excited to see him watching me get fucked. I kiss him and he kisses me back tenderly and I reach out my arms to hug him and for a brief moment, everyone is gone and it is just as in the room, embracing each other. I lean down to suck his dick, then moves it towards my ass but he pulls away. Perhaps he doesn’t do bareback? Someone else enters me instead, pushes me towards the bed, and begins to fuck me really hard. I moan in pleasure but the sound is muffled by a cock entering my mouth. This is what I have come here for, I thought to myself. On the other side of the bench, the Vietnamese guy is fucking someone on the bed, then he is on his knees in the missionary position. I get fucked by about ten men and I stand up when I see the Vietnamese guy leaving. A few men stops me and asks if I am feeling okay, get some water, rest. I tell them I am okay but someone pushes me against the wall and begin to kiss me, tells me he wants to fuck me in a room, so we both go, but my head is turning this way and that looking for the Viet guy—I want to get him into a room so I can continue to embrace him. In the room, the man pushes me on my back and enters me deep. He pumps a couple of times and loads me up, cuddles me, then asks if I am enjoying my time and I say yes. I tell him that it is my first time here and he is surprised. He tells me where all the basic amenities are in building and we say our goodbyes. As I exit, I spot the Viet guy just turn the corner. Many days later, I regret the decision not to follow him at this point. Instead, I turn the opposite corner, down the stairs, to the water fountain. I go back upstairs, search the corridor, but the Viet guy is nowhere to be found. He had left. So I stand next to the dark room and a western man approaches me. “You are the most beautiful guy here,” he says to me, then, “if you want to, I would like to bend you over and fuck you.” “Perhaps later,” I say and then we begin to have small chats. He leans over to kiss me and that is all it takes for us to enter the closest room, me on my back, him inside me, loads me up. He wants to load me up for the second time. I tell him to come to the dark room, so we do, and in there I meet the Chinese man. He pulls me close and hugs me and it reminds me of how it feels to be in a relationship all over again. We collapse on the bed and we begin to cuddle, in the midst of all the fucking that is happening around us. We must have looked ridiculous, embracing like a couple, in the dark, men surrounding us, but we don’t care. He pulls me close and squeezes me. The fan is blowing cold air into us, the music is very loud, the place smells like poppers, sweat, chlorine, cum. I have my head on his shoulders, my hands on his chest, my eyes are closed and we manage to fall asleep for a few hours. I have come to the conclusion that I will find someone that can hold me like this in a relationship. When I wake up, there are people in the room watching us. One man is stroking his dick so I get up, suck it, and someone else is touching my ass, lubes it, enters me. He has a very large dick and it feels so good. He doesn’t load me up, exits, and within a few seconds, someone else replaces him. This man doesn’t load me up either, and they are taking turns now. After a while, neither cums, and they both exit the room. I am glad that the Chinese man is beside me because when everyone is gone, I turn back and hug him again, and everything seems okay. At one point, the Chinese man gets up and tells me that he needs to have a hot shower as he is feeling cold. I get up and hug him and the second regret that I have is not asking for his number, because I want to do this all over again with him. We say goodbye and I walk downstairs to my locker and get change. It is five o’clock in the morning and they should be closing up soon, I think to myself, so I leave, drive back home. It is 6:00 a.m. when I arrive at home. Turns out that they are open twenty-four hours on the weekend so I should have gone back upstairs to see if I could get filled some more. I don’t know if my second experience would be the same coming back. It was made enjoyable due to the Chinese man being there with me for half the eight hours visit; without him, I think I would have left at around midnight after I realized that the Viet guy was no longer there. I hope that I can see both of them there next time.

THE PARTY It looks like a typical frat house. Big, wrap around porch, people hanging out all over. The party is well underway when I get there. I go inside and run into a handful of guys I know. Hugs and fist bumps, smile at some of the girls, but I keep moving. Taking a lap around, I wind up in the kitchen where the bar is setup. Fuck I need a drink! I’m worried that I missed Nic. I will have to do anther lap after I get a drink. I so didn’t mean to be this late getting here, although it was totally worth it. I squeeze in by the bar and pour a shot of Jamison and grab a cup for beer. Small talk with the guy working the keg. Probably a brother, he’s decent looking. Not fit enough to be a swimmer, but he is very flirty. He’s totally taking too much time as he fills my glass up. He tells me it’s PBR and my face must have given it away. Beer guy – I got some better beer in my room if you want. Me – Um, yeah. That’d be nice. Are you chained to this keg all night? We smile at each other. Beer guy – Naw, how about I come find you in a bit. My name is Rick. Me – Cool, that sounds fun. I’m Braden. Beer guy – Nice. Glad you made it tonight. I’ll definitely find you! Me – Sweet…I’ll be around. We toast each other, smiling a lot. I lick my lips as I turn around to take a lap. Nic is standing right by the liquor, looking right at me. I’m smiling, but I freeze. Seeing him looking at me like that is a surprise. I shake it off and walk up to him. Nic – Well aren’t you a flirt! I blush a little and laugh when he says that. Me – Naw man. How are you? Nic – I’m good. Just got here about 15 minutes ago. Me – Nice. I just got here. I’m way too sober for this shit show. We both laugh as Nic pours two shots of Jamison. He hands me one. Nic – Well cheers dude, here’s to a wild fucking weekend! We touch our plastic cups together and throw it back. That was definitely a double. Me – Fuck yeah. Damn. I chase it with beer. Both of us are starring at each other while we gulp down the beer. We hand our glasses to Tony for a refill. Nic is wearing skintight jean shorts that are ripped and distressed, going halfway down his thighs. He’s wearing a white, loose muscle tank that is low cut down the side, going just past his low-rise shorts. I can see his smooth, ripped abs from the side, which I’m sure is intentional. There is just the tease of the waistband from his underwear, but I can’t make out the brand. Just a touch of red and blue is peeking out above his shorts. He is dangerously hot! Nic steps up real close to me and pulls a small baggie out of his pocket, showing me a couple joints. Nic – You wanna go outside? I look at him and nod. We take our beer from Tony and head out to the back porch. We’re alone, but we find a corner of the patio that’s not busy. Leaning against the wall, Nic pulls one out and lights it. Hitting it deep. Passes it to me and I take a deep drag and pass it back to him. We both cough just a little. Me – Oh man, thank you. Fuck that is good shit. I needed it! Nic – For sure bro, no problem. I’m glad you’re here. Me – Me too. So how long are you staying this weekend? Nic – Well my flight isn’t until Monday, but I guess we all gotta get out of the dorms tomorrow morning. I figured I’d find a place to crash. You know it’s Pride this weekend, right? Me – Yeah, I know. Nic – Oh I be you know! We both laugh. Me – Yeah, I actually got a hotel room tomorrow and Sunday night in Boys town. I hit the joint again. Nic – Oh, nice. That is very good info to have! Nic steps closer to me as I pass him the joint. Me – Are you flirting with me because I have a hotel room? Nic – That’s definitely not why I’m flirting with you. Me – Well that’s good. I hoped there would be at least a few reasons. Both of us are leaning our shoulders on the wall, standing only six inches apart. Passing the joint back and forth, smoking it down. Nic – One reason would be your hot ass in those really fuckin’ tight jeans. I mean damn. You must like to show off. Me – Like you don’t! Could this shirt be cut any lower? I run my finger down the side of his shirt, brushing my hand along his soft smooth skin. Nic – Well, I hope it comes off soon. Me – I’m sure that won’t be hard to make happen. Nic runs his finger along the band of my jock strap. Nic – Pump huh? That’s pretty hot, because… Nic lifts his shirt up and tugs his shorts down, enough to expose his waistband, showing the Pump logo. Me – Oh fuckin’ nice man! That is hot. Nic – Jock or briefs? Me – Jock. Nic – You slut! I grin at him and run a finger just under the band of his Pump. Me – What about you? Nic – Jock strap. Me – Are you telling me you’re a slut? We both bust out laughing. Hitting the joint one more time, I pass it back to him. Me – I think we killed it. Nic takes one last drag and kills it. I’m feeling incredibly relaxed. Giggly. Giddy. My cock stirring as this beautiful gay twink jock stands in front of me, flirting hard. And even better, I think he might really have a wild side. Fuck I hope so! Nic – So it’s Friday night on Pride weekend in Chicago. You wanna get out of here? Me – Yeah. Boys Town? Nic – Actually there is a bar closer to us that’s on the way to Boys Town. Wanna check it out first? Me – What’s it called? Nic – Jackhammer. Me – Haha nice. OK. Nic – Yeah? Cool. I hear it’s fun, but never been. And I’m so horny right now, so how could it be bad? Pulling out my phone to order an Uber. Glancing up at Nic. Me – Yeah, you looking to get some tonight? Nic – Mhmm. Yeah bro. Like you’re not! Me – I’m up for anything man. Besides, I think we’re dressed for it! Nic – I mean, I’d say we should just go to my room, but I know my roomie will be back too soon, and this might be more fun anyways. I smile up at him and we lock eyes - both of us acknowledging that we are definitely going to fuck. Me – Same here. My roommate is probably there now. Fuckin’ loser. Nic laughs and pulls out his phone. Firing off some messages. Me – Catching up on Grindr? Nic – Haha, yeah! He shows me his phone and his profile pic. Fuck, it was him that I saw on Sniffies. Same pics plus a few more. Jesus he is hot. He pulls his phone back just as he got to what must have been his dick pics. Me – Fuck man, lemme see! Nic – Damn you are thirsty! Not yet, Braden. Me – Car is five minutes away. Come on. We walk into the house. Both of us go right for the bar and pour one more shot. Then we ghost the party. Walking right out the front door and to the street. **** It’s not a far drive. While we were in the car, we both called our parents to check in and let them know we’re OK. We get out of the car and there’s a short line. It moves along pretty good. Nic – Shit dude, I forgot to ask you. Do you have a fake ID? I pull out my card and show it to him. Me – Like this one? We both just laugh. Nic – Seems like I don’t have to worry about you tonight. Me – Naw man, it’s all good. This place looks kinda trashy, but fun. And it’s packed. We show our ID’s to the bouncer and he looks us over. Smirking. I don’t think he believes we’re 21, but he lets us in. “Have fun.” he says, waiving us past the cashier. Free entry. We work our way to the bar, ordering beer. I pay for the drinks and we move to a corner, close to the bar. There are a ton of different guys here. Lots of leather. All ages. Many are shirtless. There are a lot of harnesses. A few are in just a jock strap. It’s loud and hot, smells of sweaty men and the music is awesome. Me – Dude, now I’m wishing I had a harness! Nic – Haha, yeah, me too. Me – How’d you hear of this place? Nic – Honestly, I hooked up with a guy from Grindr before going to the party. He told me about it. Thought I’d like it. Me – Haha, nice. Dude, that’s awesome. And do you like it? Nic – Yeah, man. This place is sweet! I’m feeling a little overdressed, though. Me – Same. I bet we can fix that. Nic – Do you like wearing a harness? Me – Actually, yeah. I love it. I brought one but couldn’t figure out how to wear it to the party without everyone seeing! Nic – Same here bro. What do you love about it? Me – I mean, other than that it looks hot, I guess because it pretty much advertises that you want to fuck. It’s also why I like wearing a jock. Nic – And gives a guy something to hold onto as he slams into you? Me – Yeah. Totally. We both grin at each other, standing really close. Our bulges pressing close together. Nic – That’s so hot. I would love to see you in a harness. Me – You too man. Nic – There is actually a sex shop really close. We could go over and get something real quick. Me – Let’s do it. We down our beers and head for the door. They stamp our hand so we can get back in. I tell the bouncer what we’re doing and he says he’ll let us right in when we’re back. It’s a real short walk to the store. It’s a fuckin’ great place with all kinds of gear. We pretty quickly find the harness and I go toward the leather Breedwell harnesses with neon coloring. Me – Fuck, I’ve wanted one of these. They are so hot! Nic – Same here dude. I love this brand. Me – Oh do you? Nic just nods and throws me a smile. We both check things out. I grab a black harness with the neon pink piping. Me – I think this one. Nic – Do it, bro. I’ll get this one. He picks up a matching harness with neon green piping. Me – Sweet. Probably good we don’t get the exact same one! Nic – Yeah, totally. We go to the counter. I buy mine first. Nic gets his and a bottle of poppers. Nic – You want one too? Nic points to the poppers. I pull my bottle from my pocket. Me – All set bro. Nic – Haha nice. Nic asks the clerk to cut off the tags. We both decline a receipt and the clerk asks us if we need anything else… “Any condoms, boys?” he asks. Nic – Naw, I’m good. I smirk, looking right at Nic and he glances over at me. Me – No thanks, but I’m good too. We step over by the front door of the store. I take my shirt off and Nic helps me into my harness. Nic takes his shirt off and I do the same for him. We both grab each other’s harness and give it a good tug. Nic – Fuck Braden, that looks so hot on you! Me – Thank man. You too. Nic opens his bottle of poppers and we both press our noses together over the bottle at the same time, both of us doing a big hit. We switch nostrils and do it again. Me – Oh fuck that is good. Nic puts his shirt back on. I just tuck mine into my jeans. Nic – Let’s get back dude. The bouncer lets us right into the bar. I grab Nic by his shorts and pull him to me as we start dancing. Both of us are sweating as we grind our bulges together. We hit the poppers again. Me – So um, do you like hook up a lot? Nic – What’s a lot, man? Me – I dunno. Like open to no strings fucking just to fuck? Nic – Yeah. I love it dude. But I also like some strings, with the right guy. Me – That’s hot. Nic – Ha! Do you fuck on the first date, Braden? Me – Well, yeah. We both laugh again, starring into each other’s eyes. Nic – Yeah, the moment I met you I could tell you’re a slut. I smile at him, nodding. Nic unbuttons my jeans and slides his hand down my back, grabbing my strap. I stare into his eyes, smiling and grinding into him. I know I’ve got a huge wet spot forming in my jock pouch. Nic finds my hole and pushes a finger in. I moan out. Nic – Fuck Braden, you’re open. Mmmmm and wet! I just grin at him, nodding. Nic – Fuck dude, did you get fucked tonight too? Me – Yeah dude, right before going to the party. Nic – Fuck that is so hot. Is that cum in your ass? Me – Yes. Nic – Damn Braden! Who fucked you? Me – A couple guys I met on Sniffies. Nic – Holy shit. A couple? How many? Me – Four. Nic – Damn, you are a fucking slut! And you let them all cum inside you? I just nod. Nic leans in and speaks real close to my ear. Nic – I love doing that too. I’m a total cum slut. Me – Do you let random guys you don’t know breed you? Nic – Yes. I know I shouldn’t and it’s dangerous, but I can’t help it. I just love doing it. Me – Haha, are you worried? Nic – Should I be? Me – I mean, do you love being a total fuck slut? Nic – Fuck, Braden. I do. I really do. Me – That’s so fuckin’ hot man! Nic – Are you worried? I just shrug my shoulders. Nic – Are you on PREP? Me – I should be. But I like just turned 18 and did not want my parents finding out. Nic – Haha, that sounds like bullshit. But it’s cool. I laugh. Me – Are you on PREP? Nic – No. I know I should be, just haven’t done it. Me – You don’t seem too worried about it. Nic – I’m not. So, um, is this like a first date? We both kinda laugh, smiling and pressing closer together. Me – I think it is. So far, best kind of date ever! Nic – I was thinking the same thing. Nic presses his lips to mine as we gently start to kiss. His tongue runs along my upper lip and I open my mouth, letting his tongue in. We start to kiss harder, responding to each other’s every touch. I press my tongue into his mouth as I slide my hand up his shirt, lifting. We break the kiss as he lets me pull his shirt off. I drop it on the floor as our hands explore each other, grabbing and pulling each other together as we kiss again. I thrust my hips into Nic’s, making him moan into my mouth. Our bodies glistening with sweat, starting to make the band of our jock straps wet. Me – Fuck. Catching my breath. Nic – Fuck. We keep dancing. Guys crowding all around us. Hands grab our harnesses, asses, and everyone seems to touch us as they dance up next to us. After a while, I look over at the stairs, noticing the sign that says “THE HOLE.” Me – Wanna check out downstairs? Nic – Yeah, I’ve been curious about it since we got here. We forget about Nic’s shirt on the floor and walk over to the stairs. Holding hands, we step down. The heat and even stronger smell of sexy sweaty men waft up at us. I’m rock hard and I’m certain that Nic is too.

I didn't think much at the time when I signed the roster that my room assignment would be with Joe. After, the whole purpose of the ski trip was to ski and meet new people. Not to mention the college ski trip gets a discount rate. The weekend trip was the usual departure on Friday. After a couple hours traveling, people gathered their gear and were assigned to a room. I gathered my belongings and dropped my stuff off at the room. The rooms usually are assigned four guys to a room. Each room has bunk beds with each person having a locker cabinet. I took my stuff to the room, changed and sneaked in a late afternoon of skiing the slopes. I came back when the park closed and went straight to my room to change. I noticed that there was a pile of stuff on the bunk bed below me. The other beds and locker cabinets appeared to still be vacant. I headed to the dinning room to have dinner. We could sit with your friends, up to six at a table. Conversation was free and comfortable. After all, we all had at least one common interest: we loved to ski. I sat with a group of two other guys and boy friend/girl friend. Small talk was had as we ate dinner. Not all went skiing in the afternoon. After dinner, while some lingered at the bar near the fireplace talking and playing board games, I went back to my room to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I saw my roommate. He was above average in height with slightly curly dark blond hair. A chiseled face and unshaven look to him that made him look pretty hot. He was laying in his bed on his side and reading a small paper back book. "Hey buddy, I'm Joe. I hope you don't mind that I took the bottom bunk."I couldn't help but look at his awesome chest and his arms that supported his head. "Good to meet you Joe, I'm Marc" I proceeded to the bed above him to retrieve my shirt. "So, man, did you get some skiing in this afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah. Pretty good conditions at that." I looked out the window and the snow was coming down. Joe laid his book down and was looking at me as I changed my towel from around my waist and threw some sweat pants on. The slopes looked beautiful, and I asked "Hey Joe, did you get any skiing in this afternoon?" As I climbed up to the bunk bed above him. "Yeah, I was able to get in a few runs. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I hear the conditions will be great." I kept the conversation going. "It appears we are the only ones assigned to the room." I was looking at the reflection of the mirror from the opened locker cabinet and was stunned to see Joe was massaging his cock through his tight long johns. "Yeah buddy, I think not as many came on this trip and I think we lucked out. It's less crowed, that's for sure." It was at that moment I noticed a sore spot on my shin and when I rubbed it I must have let out a slight noise. "What's the matter buddy?" came a voice below me. "Ah, nothing, I'm just a little sore near my shin. I feel a bump on my right leg." There was a pause. "Yeah, buddy, I've got a bump too and it aches! You ought to feel this thing." Now I wasn't born yesterday. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but was happy to play the game. I clamored down the bunk bed and leaned forward to look into Joe's bunk bed. He was laying there with the head lamp on as he rubbed his crotch. He had a huge hard-on under his long johns. He reached out and pulled me in by the arm. I promptly fell on top of him. He started kissing me and massaging my back and shoulders. He worked his tongue into my mouth as we struggled to maneuver on the small bed. I felt his cock rubbing against mine as he continued to work his hands down my back, eventually grabbing my ass cheek and manfully massaging them. "Hey buddy," he lightly said to me. "How 'bout you lock that door there and come back in here with me." With one swift motion, I complied, and slid under the covers with him. The lamp was positioned to the wall. We continued our passionate groping and kissing. I was thinking this was too good to be true. I reached into his pants to feel that mancock of his. It was oozing with pre cum and expanded in size as I wrapped my hand around it and pushing his pants back with my wrist. His cock and balls were perfect: massive, uncut, turgid, and hairy. At the same time I felt my sweat pants being pushed back to expose my ass. He was man handling my ass and rubbing his finger into my nice clean ass crack. Soon enough we were stark naked and illuminated by the side lamp. We were grinding our groins together, our stiff cocks rubbing against each other in passionate love making. Joe had his full weight on top of me as we kissed. My eyes opened as he stopped kissing me and had me pinned by the shoulders. His cock was rubbing at my ass hole and begging to come inside me. He was giving me that sad puppy look. Then I noticed his left chest had a tattoo on it...of a biohazard symbol. It was about 1-1/2 diameter. I placed my finger on it and rubbed it. He didn't seem bothered by it and held his chest out further for me to touch it. "Hey, bud. You know what that means?" I smirked and said "Yeah, it means your poz." He cracked a smile and looked into my eyes. "I think your damn hot! How about it man? Let me inside you." How could I resist? I didn't say a thing and just reached for that beautiful cock of his and placed his cock head into my butt hole. He just held it there and I could feel it creep deeper and deeper into my fuck hole. He was so gentle and the natural pre cum lubed my ass hole as he slid in deeper and deeper. He reached a point where he was fully inside me and kept it there. His cock was searing hot in my ass and I was loving every inch of it. He leaned forward and we began to kiss some more. I was in dreamy heaven as we were tonguing and french kissing each other. Without warning he worked on my neck and bingo, he was naturally nibbling on my ear lobe. Oh! that just turned me on. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He was one smooth fucker too! He started to move his hips in and out thereby sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass. He whispered into my ear, "Hey buddy, you poz?" I replied "no." "You want me to stop?" "Hell, no." He was working his magic dick in and out of me with ease. I could feel his cock getting larger and thicker. My ass was tight and it must have been a real turn on for him. I was clamping down on his cock to make sure it wouldn't slip out. "Hey buddy...I want to seed your ass man. I want to bred you and make you mine." "Oh yeah, please don't stop." How could something that feels so wonderful be wrong? In my mind, I couldn't imagine someone stopping at this point. For both our sakes I egged him on. He was working me good too. His tempo increased. And without warning his throbbing cock became enlarged as he went into a trance. He was shooting his cum load deep inside me. I could feel something warm and flowing inside me. Right away my thoughts went to was happening. I was thinking at that moment he was infecting me. Time seemed to stop as my ass was being flooded with his toxic venom. I was seeing stars and I thought I heard a chores of song. He was injecting me with his poz seed. The first couple thrusts his cock was exploding inside me. I laid there in awe as he was threw his head back and grasped for air. He was pushing harder into me as he ejaculated inside me. It was an experience I could never forget! My hand reached down to his balls and I could feel some leaking cum around the gap of my hole and his cock. I had enough on my fingers that I was able to start jacking my cock with his tainted poz cum. It didn't take long before I shot onto my chest a large puddle of cum. The whole time he was still rock hard and inside me. He collapsed on top of me and his beautiful head of hair fell onto my face. It smelled and felt great. He instantly fell asleep nuzzle against me. I lay there as he dozed and thought about what we had just done, but soon enough I also fell asleep. There was no reason to worry - that would come later.

Just curious do any of you guys pre load lube before attending sex club/sauna. Is it practical? Likely to leak? Guessing water based would be a waste of effort, but is silicone likely to last?

TRUE STORY! 4 years after 9/11 i went with a friend on a vacation to New York City. I was 22 & he was 21 (Let's call him DB.) and we knew each other from clubbing in Amsterdam. Because we lived close together an about 100km from Amsterdam we started to go out clubbing together. He comes from rich family so we always drove there in his BMW. After closing time we went to the Thermos Sauna to see if we could find (seperate) a hot fuck. He looked very hot naked. He was blond and had a slim slightly athletic hairless body; a real twink. I was build a bit bigger, but an athletic/muscular body due to my Judo training 4 times per week. There was a sexual tention between us but we never acted upon it. We arrived at JFK airport on 4 July. The cab ride was hell but we could look forward to the fireworks show that evening. Those 2 weeks we did almost everything together but also had some evenings/night where we did our own things. That evening he planned a sex date in our hotel room so i went out. Because i also wanted sex i went to a Cruising Bar/Club (I thought it was called Tandem). At the entrance i payed for a locker and went inside. I put all my stuff in the locker and put the towel around my waist. While walking around i saw enough hot young guys but the most guys were older than 35. After a hour or so i had eye contact with one of the hottest black guys i ever seen. He had a ripped body, his body covered with tattoos, a big smile with blinding white teeth, and something big under his towel. I walk passed him and maintained our eye contact. A little bit further i stopped to lean against the wall. I looked at him to see what he will do. After a few minutes he started moving and walked straight passed me. But then he stopped, turned around and openend his towel wide and said: "If you think you can handle all of this then follow me". He turned around and walked on with me following close. We came at 'his' room, he unlocked the door and we walked in. He dropped his towel and i did the same. "Where are you from?" he asked. I answered "The Netherlands. I'm Dutch". He answered with "Never fuck a Dutch boy" and started to laugh. He asked me if i wanted a drink. I nodded. He said "It's laced with some G". My reaction was "Perfect! That always makes me horny and relax". He started stroking his semi soft black cock while i was drinking. "YEAH! Drink it all. I want you high and loose" he said. I could see that he was getting turned on because his cock started to grow longer and thicker. "Suck me" je ordered. So i went down on my knees and took his huge cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and started pushing his not full erect cock inside. I'm very good in deep throating but this cock made me gag. My gag reflex tried to push me off his cock but he held my head in place and after ever gag reflex my throat relaxed for a second or two. As soon as it relaxed he pushed in deeper. Big amounts of saliva started drooling from the sides of my mouth. After 2/3 of his cock in my throat the reflex stopped which made it easier to breath thru my nose. He kept his dick inside and moved his hands to my nipples. He began to twist and pinch them which made me horny as hell. "Now do mine!" he ordered. I put my hands up and try to feel my way to them. When i found them i mirrored what he was doing. He started to grunt and i felt his cock swell up in my throat. A warm feeling went down my throat. After a minute he pulled out. "Did you come?" i asked. "Sort of" he replied. "I have loads of micro orgasms that make me ooze cum. I can cum a large amount before finally blasting the mother load!" and begins to laugh. I stand up and we started kissing. He stops kissing me and asks "Not many can handle my thick 11" cock. Why do you think that you can take mine?". "I'm playing with toys since i was 16 and i took my first fist at 18 and both hands at 21" i answered. His eyes lightened up and he said that he wanted to fist me with the cum in my ass afterwards. "No condom?" i asked surprise. "Look at it... no condom fits" he said. He saw me hesitating so he asked me if i really wanted to pass up the opportunity being fucked by an enormous black cock, but he could understand and respect my choice if i did. But he had me; i couldn't pass this up. I asked if he maybe had some K (ketamine) too relax my ass better. He answered "No" but added that he had something beter called T. In 2004 no one had even heard of Meth in The Netherlands, so i assumed that T was similar to K. I climbed in the sling and he strapped my legs up. He lubed up my ass before shoving a shard up my ass and pushing it in he then pulled out and shoved another shard in my ass. He then started to work his fingers in my ass. One quickly became two and after several minutes he had three inside me. "Your hole is already very loose" he said while massaging the melted shards inside my ass. "It burns" i said. "That will subside quickly" he replied. And within 5 minutes it went over in to a warm glow that started spreading thru my body. I was horny as hell and i pleaded with him to work my ass harder and deeper. He pulled out his fingers. My ass felt so empty that i begged him to put them back. But he had something better. He began to push his huge cock inside me. Slowly he sank deeper until he couldn't go deeper. He was stuck on 2" but determined to go balls deep. So he gave me poppers and inhaled several times very deep. My ass began to relax. He then grabbed my nipples and began twisting and pinching them again. I reached out and did the same with his nipples, before he could say anything. He began to grunt and i started moaning. I started to feel his warm cum oozing inside me. Slowly my second sphincter gave way. I yelped when the head of his cock slid past it. He then rammed his cock as deep as he could. He then nearly pulled out completely and slid his cock back in me. And rammed the last few inches thru my second sphincter. I gave a yell because of the pain. "Take some more poppers" he said. While i took deep hits he pulled out his cock and as soon as i was flying high he rammed his whole cock balls deep inside me. With every stroke he started to speed up. He piston fucked me for at least 25 minutes. He was drenched in sweat. My hole was foaming from all the cum he was oozing. His grunts became louder before slamming his cock deep inside me. I felt how his cock pulsated in my ass. Every pulse was stream of cum. It felt as an endless stream that was filling me up. He pulled out and i felt the cum gushing out of my ass. He quickly pressed his fist against my hole to stop it. I knew right away what he wanted. I took the poppers and begin to take deep hits while he started to work his fist in my ass by rotating. After about 8 hits i was flying high. I wanted his fist so bad that i pushed out as hard as i can while he pushed back. Then i relaxed again and i felt how my ass sucked his fist inside. He fisted me for at least 30 minutes before he starting to punch fuck me with his fist non-stop for 10 minutes. As he pulled out my ass remained open. Then we kissed. [ I never asked him for his status otherwise i would have know that he was poz and that he loaded me up with enough toxic cum to poz me three times over! ] MORE TO COME...

Perhaps these younger tops also respond well to the straightforwardness of us older bottoms. We tend to forget that for most of us it takes years to grow to a point where we know exactly what we want sexually. I wasn’t like this in my 20’s: I didn’t know what I wanted. For tops in their 20’s it must be very refreshing to deal with bottoms who know exactly what they want and have no hang-ups about it.

I like to prelube. It helps with fucking, and best of all, with impromptu fisting!

Friday I took the first load in my ass in almost 18 months. Married (to a woman) daddy in his early-mid 50s. We’ve been hooking up occasionally for several years. He’s fucked me before, but always insisted on a condom. I wasn’t planning to get fucked, we were just going to suck each other. But during our hot body contact, he kept rubbing his dick on my hole and teasingly acting like he wanted to slide in. So I thought “fuck it” (pun totally intended), and told him to go for it. So he slid into me, raw. Fucked me until he shot his load in me. We both can’t wait to do it again.

Went to a bar that has a backyard play area, and saw a guy close on Grindr looking for head. Asked if he was there and said jacking in parking lot. He sent me a picture of his cock and a video jerking in car. Went outside to finish him off. Being tall, car was uncomfortable, so he opened door and sucked him outside. Had a audience also stroking. Someone with a fat 8+ cock asked the twink if he wanted fuckt and he said no so guy asked if I did.. oh hell yes! Went around to back of car dropped pants and he fuckt me hard and fast. Seededed me in less than 5 minutes. A second voice was heard saying I like sloppy seconds! Simply said well there's one here. Was a great breeding. Wish he had seeded me first though. After the first cock was well stretched and his cock was only 6 5 maybe 7 and not nearly as thick.

Sounds like you need to write posts about what inspired half of those rules! Also, that is one fine ass 😉

The roommate stand before me with the pipe his semi swinging in front of my face. He says: "When I give you the pipe follow my lead" I nod while looking up at his large cock. He starts lighting the pipe and taking a huge drag and hold the smoke inside. He gives me the pipe and also take a huge drag. The moment the smoke hit my lungs notice that this not weed. I start to feel tingling althrough my body after maybe 1 or 2 minutes he blow a large white cloud out of his mouth. He tells me to I can blow it out now. I also make a large white cloud. I feel myself relax and come alive at the same time and totally fixated on his now growing cock. He says: "So you like what you see kid?"

Finally got a load last night. It has been a while with the covid thing going on. I made a connection on BBRT, He was fairly close so we connected at my condo. He was middle aged gentleman round 5'10" 185. I let him in and introduced myself. I think he was just a little taken aback since I was nude. but I am always nude at home. I started to chat with him and offered him a drink. However he stated he stated he didn't want a "friend" he just wanted to use me and go. That was fine with me since I haven't had a cock in months. He started to undress and asked where the bedroom? He followed me there. I had already set out lube. by then he too was naked and I was very happy to see he had a nice large cock. Not huge but bigger than any I have had before, Maybe 8" or 9" and very thick. Oh I should mention his profile said he was POZ but undetectable. Anyway he had me lay on my back as he said he liked to see the bottoms face as he fucked them, especially when he started cumming in them. He put some lube on me and his cock and lined it up. It has been a while since I have been laid so I was very tight and he couldn't just plow right in. He added more lube but was still not able to plunge in me. Finally I was getting frustrated as well and "fuck it, just shove it in". bad idea for me, it really hurt but after a couple of thrusts he was buried in my ass. He posed for a second to let me relax, then started pumping. OMG it felt great. So far the largest I have ever taken. After a minute or two he reached down and started giving me a hand job to my already very erect cock. With his large cock pumping in me and my excited state I quickly came on my stomach and chest. However he kept stroking my cock to the point of almost pain it was so sensitive after cumming. In my position there was no way to stop him. Finally he began thrusting faster and with one finally shove a deep as he could he began to cum in me. It was a pretty heavy load as I could feel it inside me. When he was finished and he pulled out I was so satisfied finally after all these last months, I had finally gotten a load. It felt awesome, I was totally relaxed. But then as I was laying there, he lifted me under the arms and pulled me around on my bed till my head was hanging over the edge. He lined his partially erect cock to my mouth a said suck it till I cum again. Oh wow, I haven't sucked a cock coming straight from an ass since my first gay experience many many years ago. As I started to open my mouth to say wait a minute he pushed right in my mouth. OMG I hadn't had a cock this big around and it really stretched my mouth and finally my throat as he pushed it in. Thankfully I had cleaned out earlier so there wasn't my shit on it (i don't think so anyway because it happened so fast I never got a look. I didn't taste anything funky. Once I got use to the size I began to enjoy the sucking. However, since he had just cum it took quite a while for him to cum again. Surprisingly he still had lots of cum to get out. I loved tasting and feeling it in my mouth before swallowing the cum. As I was laying there feeling used but happy, he said thanks, dressed, and said maybe another time then out the my door. I am glad i took the time to tell about this. It was a longer wright than I expected. But I was needing to share this. Couple of things I hope to have more contacts asap, and I know he posted undetectable on his profile but you never know for sure.

Damn you. DAMN YOU @Assmunch for making my eyes humid while reading a BZ story. I’m a wreck.

I reject the premise that monogamy is the default state for human beings. Everything we know about humans and other related primates tells us they are non-monogamous in nature. I recommend "Sex at Dawn" by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha as a thought provoking read on the myth of monogamy.

About an hour ago thanks to Sniffies. Stocky white bear, hairy with a 7” cut and fat cock. Went to his place and into an upstairs bedroom. I slobbered all over his fat cock, hairy balls, and inhaled the musk of his full bush. He ate my hole like it was his last meal and sank his fuckstick DEEP with one thrust. Screwed me doggie style for about 20 minutes until he shouted “I’M GOING TO INSEMINATE YOUR CUNT!!!” He convulses then pulses his 5 day load into me while his sweat dripped all over me, bellowing the whole time. I think I felt 6 good shots. He then flopped down on his back and I cleaned him up like a good slut does, while he strained to regain his breath. We are definitely going to do this again, probably with his boyfriend.

I wonder how many will be leaving MAL with a newly Poz fuck hole. I guess in about a bunch of new fuck flu cases; there will be

I give him a call and he sounded funny but told me to come over because he's got what I need. Ten minutes later I'm in his living room waiting while he goes to get the weed and his roommate comes out to get a beer and is naked and exhaling a huge cloud of smoke and sees me and asked if I wanted a couple of hits while I'm waiting for Craven to get his ass in gear and I said sure and then asked why he was walking around buck ass naked and as he held his pipe up to me, he laughed and said you'll see and torched it up while telling me what to do........

I was super horny and online when this twink message me saying “hey daddy, I’m so horny and love the pics of your fat cock and hairy chest? We’re only 5km away – wanna cum round? Although I only play safe – hope that’s ok”. My profile says “Safe sex – Sometimes” and I was on the fence when he unlocked a stunning picture of his ass. I told him I’d be there in an hour then hopped in the shower. I got to his block of flats and he buzzed me in – top floor as always. When I got to the door it was ajar and so I let myself in closing it behind me and headed for the lamp light from his bedroom. My was in his bed ass up. I suddenly thought – maybe he’s sluttier than he’s made out. I told him to come undress and suck me. Like a good little pup he did – and he gave great head – clearly the lad had been practicing! He asked if I had poppers so I gladly gave him some to sniff. I took some deep huffs and then said – condoms are in the drawer daddy – I need fucked so badly. I went over to his bedside cabinet – looked inside only to find an empty box of condoms. I knew his game so played along “damn – looks like no sex for us tonight – better suck me dry”. He said “please daddy, I need your cock so much – I’d do anything – I’d even do it raw!”. I replied I wasn’t sure as it was risky. He hopped up on the bed saying “I need your cum, breed me daddy”. I walked over to him and slowly but steadily pushed my thick cock into his body and said “how does it feel having a real man raw inside you?”. He moaned and said “so good daddy, I need you raw in me, making me yours, marking me out with your cum”. I said to him “bet you’re glad that condom box was empty!” and passed him the poppers again and as he sniffed I said “what would you do for daddy you twink?” and he replied “anything sir – I’d take any load for you”. And I told him he was a good boy and started to pump harder! He started to beg for my load and I growled “ready to get pregnant?” and he screamed “cum in me sir!”. He squeezed my cock with his ass and I nutted rope after rope of cum in him. He shot hand free and said “wow that was the best cum ever – I LOVE it raw”. I got dressed, said good boy and walked out leaving the twink full of cum.

CH3 - "The Wounded Hunter" Two loads in his hole from two stepbrothers in as many hours. Nico was aglow as he savored the whorish turn that his evening had just taken. From the pit of his stomach traveling out into his limbs, fingers, and toes radiated an energy that was electric -- almost like nervousness -- or was it? -- but also like an unfettered joy that left his joints weakened but had his heart aflame. Not even a half-hour before his second raw dicking of the evening, Nico would have sworn, unhesitatingly, that his boyfriend Omar was his first and would be his last love and the only man who Nico would ever let pleasure himself inside Nico's insides. Omar…, Nico thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Omar!," Luciano shouted through the open bathroom door, his cum-soaked uncut cock and balls still protruding from the opening in his jeans. It was clear to Nico that Luciano was not listening for Omar's answer. "God, that's a silky whore hole you have, boy," Luciano admired as he reached around Nico's backside and gently started swirling two fingers against the cum-glazing on Nico's outer hole. The scent of cum wafted up from Nico's ass crack to Luciano's nostrils. Luciano reached behind himself and shut off the switch for the bathroom fan. He clearly knows Omar's bathroom, Nico thought. Omar appeared in the bathroom doorway but directed his eyes only toward his stepbrother, whose fingers were still sandwiched in Nico's cummy ass crack. "¿Acabaste?," Omar asked. Nico noted Omar's calm affect in spite of not understanding the language. "Te toca a ti," Luciano replied, releasing his hand from Nico's crack and lifting two glistening fingers right up to Nico's mouth before forcing Nico's lips open and shoving both fingers in. Not once did Luciano make eye contact with Nico. The little slut sucked greedily on Luciano's sticky digits while trying to still keep Omar's figure in his peripheral vision. Nico felt emboldened by Omar's apparent assent, though still not fully understanding why everyone seemed so relaxed given the brazen infidelity that had just taken place. Omar switched back to English. "Food's ready if you want." Nico finished cleaning Luciano's fingers. Luciano withdrew his hand and without cleaning the stepbrotherly jizz combo coating his genitals proceeded to put his manhood away and button up. After briefly wetting his fingertips at the sink, Luciano finally exited the bathroom, patting Omar on the shoulder twice as he walked by and leaving a smattering of wet spots on his shirt. After watching his stepbrother walk out into the living room, Omar turned and finally fixed his eyes on Nico's. The serious look on Omar's face was tempered by the thinnest wisp of vulnerability in his eyes. They stared back at each other. Neither spoke. Omar finally broke the silence: "I think your dad's been texting you." The banality of Omar's words were both a surprise and a relief. "Is my phone in the bedroom?" "Yes, but you're going to have to go over there and get it yourself because I need to take care of my stepbrother and Elena." Omar paused before offering, "You need anything?" "Clothes?," Nico replied, wondering why, after everything that had just transpired, it required mention. "Did you forget where you left them?," Omar shot back dryly before turning away and heading back across the living room to the kitchen. The facetiousness stung. Fuck, Nico thought to himself as he let out a sigh. He is mad. Nico waited a moment before peeking his head out of the bathroom. Still fully naked and starting to feel a little cold, Nico stepped out quietly hoping not to draw attention to himself. He could see Luciano seated at the table with his back toward the rest of the apartment, but Omar and Elena must have both been behind the partial wall that blocked Nico's full view. Hoping to delay his first encounter with Elena for as long as possible, Nico started walking across the living room toward the bedroom door, treading as lightly on his feet as possible. He avoided turning his gaze toward the kitchen and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Nico grabbed his phone from the edge of the bed and clicked it on. "Just wondering if you're planning on coming home tonight or if you're staying with Omar again," his dad's first text read. And immediately following: "No pressure. Just wondering so I can plan for dinner." "sorry, dad," Nico typed quickly. "just saw ur message. staying at omar's again tonight." Almost immediately, Nico's dad replied back with the emoji of a hotel with a large pink heart on its façade followed by three drooling face emojis. ("🏩🤤🤤🤤") Nico, embarrassed, typed back, "omg! stop!" He locked his phone, tossed it back on the bed, and then grabbed his pants and shirt, leaving his underwear on the floor. Nico dressed and opened the bedroom door as he stepped back out into the living room. Luciano, Omar, and Elena were seated at the table in the kitchen conversing in Spanish. The three continued their discussion without any one of them paying Nico any mind as he approached the table -- clothed for once. Nico slid into the only remaining seat at the table, next to Omar and across from Luciano. The pressure of the chair seat against Nico's taint reawakened the delicious ache in his freshly fucked hole. His insides felt full and used. There was something both thrilling and unsettling about every single person at the table knowing exactly what kind of cheating whore Nico had just been. Here he was only six months into the longest romantic relationship of his young life, simultaneously holding both his beloved's and his beloved's stepbrother's pooled ejaculate inside of himself. Something out of the corner of Nico's eye made him feel like Elena was looking at him. As Nico turned to meet her gaze from across the table, he saw her eyes dart back to Luciano while the rest of her head remained still. The three went on conversing for bit longer, and then, with the food on each of their plates looking mostly undisturbed, Luciano stood up, saying, "Gracias por la cena, hermanito." Elena got up, too. They pushed in their chairs and gathered their things to leave. Omar stood up and joined them by the front door, while Nico stayed put, sensing with each small slight that his presence among them was merely being tolerated. As they started saying their goodbyes, Luciano called over to Nico. Nico stood up and walked over into their line of sight. His eyes met Luciano's. Luciano spoke. "Don't ever let me catch you cheating on Omar, you hear?" Nico shot a glance at Omar, who turned his head away before their eyes could meet. "I promise I won't," Nico replied. Luciano scanned Nico up and down one more time from across the room and winked. And with that, he and Elena turned and left. Omar shut the door behind the pair and turned to face Nico, looking unamused. The two stared back at each other for some time. Nico stood wide-eyed. Omar appeared stern. He pressed his lips together. Nico's hands fidgeted. Omar looked withdrawn -- even a little defeated. "Why are you still wearing clothes?," he asked Nico, almost softly and without the usual brash, selfish confidence that was Omar's calling card. Nico felt guilt, and he felt it deeply -- the way one feels when one has shattered something inestimably precious. But there was another feeling, too, that Nico couldn't quite place. Nico pulled off his shirt, and then in one swift motion hooked his two thumbs under the lining of his jeans and slid them to his ankles. Nico stood naked, his jeans and shirt again pooled on the floor of Omar's apartment as they had been just a few hours earlier -- as they had been across so many nights prior. Omar admired Nico's perky nipples and the way they draw one's attention toward his rounded shoulders and the musculature on the sides of his rib cage. Omar walked over and with his left hand gently pinched Nico's nipple while his right hand reached around in search of Nico's cummy fuckhole. As Omar's fingers gently stroked Nico's cum-soaked pussy, Omar whispered into Nico's ear: "You really are a little whore, aren't you?" Nico relaxed his hole as a peace offering to his wounded man. Omar's face shifted; his brows furrowed and his lips pursed into an 'o' as he scanned Nico's face as though looking for something specific. "Goddamn your pussy feels so used," Omar said. "You like my used pussy, daddy?" Nico arched his lower back, adjusting his pink hole upward to make it easier for Omar to reach. Omar's cock surged under his pants. The pressure of his hardening shaft pressed into Nico's lower abdomen. Omar brought up his right hand and pushed his fingers into Nico's mouth, making Nico clean up the coating of his and his stepbrother's DNA. "You smell all that cum?," Omar asked. "Yes, daddy," Nico replied. "That's the smell of you not knowing how to keep your fuckhole shut, you little whore." Omar's tone got more serious. He withdrew his hand from the boy's mouth and then spit in Nico's face. "Go grab me your phone, slut, then get back here and service my dick." Omar felt impatient. Nico complied, grabbing his phone from the dark bedroom and returning to hand it to Omar. Nico kneeled and started unzipping Omar's jeans. Omar typed in Nico's code as Nico lapped up his semi-soft beer-can cock. Hearing the phone unlock, Nico tried to remember when he'd ever even given Omar the passcode, but with his mouth now full of boyfriend-dick and given the delicacy of the situation, Nico focused on sucking his man to full erection. "Look up at me," said Omar, still staring into the phone screen. Nico looked up toward Omar's face, eyes wide, with his boyfriend's shaft disappearing into Nico's warm, wet mouth. Omar snapped a photo of Nico's cock-stuffed face. Then another. And another. Omar began typing. "Good boy," he said as an afterthought, emptily and distracted. Nico closed his eyes and let Omar focus while Nico slobbered all over Omar's now-erect cock. Nico heard the sound of several text messages being sent in succession, but the taste and smell of Omar's cock and balls kept Nico focused on his reignited lust for cum. Even though his hole still ached -- nay, *because* his hole still ached from his earlier dickings -- Nico's craving for more raw dick consumed his focus. Without saying a word, Nico gently suckled his way off Omar's cock, stood up, turned around, and guided his man's raw meaty girth to the opening of his pink, used pussy. Nico heard another noise from the phone. His loose, cummy opening swallowed Omar's cockhead easily as Nico moaned like a dick-impaled little faggot. Omar felt the swirl of cum inside Nico as it soaked his cockhead. Omar closed his eyes for a moment and felt the muscles in his neck and upper-back finally relax for the first time since his stepbrother and Elena had shown up. Omar continued holding Nico's phone in place, the camera fixed on the widest part of his cockshaft as he finally pressed all the way into Nico. "Uhhh!," Nico panted as his tender insides were penetrated for the third time that evening. "Open up that pussy for me," he ordered Nico. Nico pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart, and a strong waft of cum scent filled Omar's nostrils. Omar started sliding his raw dick in and out of Nico. The sounds from Nico's hole sounded viscous and wet. "Who'd you just let cum inside your hole, whore?" Omar sounded angry. Nico hesitated. "I said, tell the camera who you just let cum inside you, whore," Omar repeated more slowly. "Your stepbrother." Nico let out a sharp, pained moan as Omar rammed his raw dick in hard before the words had finished leaving Nico's dick-scented lips. "You didn't ask him for his HIV status, did you?," Omar continued. "No, daddy." "Did you ask my stepbrother if he has any STDs?" Nico had never heard Omar talk about infections like this during sex. Nico again hesitated. "Answer the question, fuckhole," Omar barked impatiently, again plowing his fuckshaft hard and deep into hole. Nico felt a trickle of cum slide from his hole down to his taint. "No, daddy!" Omar's pulled all the way out of Nico's hole, leaving a ring of cum froth encircling the tender, pink entrypoint to Nico's rectum. Omar slammed back into Nico, reopening him easily and bottoming out as the sound of cum bubbling from Nico's hole reminded Omar of a man's boot being pulled quickly from thick mud. The sound of cumsloppy hole dicking filled the apartment. "Speak up, boy!" Omar slapped Nico's ass with an open palm as Nico's fuckchute gurgled and spat messily. the stepbrother's cum began leaking down Nico's inner thing and dripping in a cluster on the carpet below Nico. Nico winced. "No, I don't, daddy!" "How do you know my brother didn't just pump you full of HIV?," Omar followed. Nico felt electricity coursing through his belly. "I don't, daddy!" Nico moaned like a faggot in heat as Omar's plowing continued. Omar's hips began shaking. Nico felt a warm, wet pressure squirt against his rectal wall. Nico's hard cock released a thick wad of precum onto the floor below. "Fuck it in, please, daddy!," Nico implored hungrily. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," Omar let out, unable to control his torso's convulsions as he felt his balls unload seven hefty squirts of his sperm into Nico's cum-fragrant cunt. Omar panted as his thrusting slowed. He pressed fully into Nico, bottoming out one last time, before sliding out. Omar's raw dick released and fell with a muted 'thwap' against his jean-covered thigh. Nico heard another beep from the phone. The echo of his multiple raw dickings rebounded through Nico's lower abdomen and around his pelvic floor. He savored the scent of cum wafting up from his backside as he fingered his outer hole tenderly with one hand. Omar resumed tapping on the phone, his cock still hanging from his open fly, face lit in a purplish blue by the screen's glow. Nico heard the sound of another text sending as he turned to face Omar, got to his knees, and gently wrapped his mouth around Omar's cum-frothed cock. The flavor of the stepbrothers' cum mixture bore the signature sweetness that Nico knew was Omar's, but there was another saltier flavor tempering it. There you are, Luciano, Nico thought, as he gulped gingerly, trying not to overstimulate Omar's sensitive post-sex cockhead. Omar locked Nico's phone with a click and tossed it on the couch as he placed a hand on Nico that they both knew meant Omar's cock was done. Nico pulled his mouth away but remained on his knees on the floor. Omar stuffed his cummy genitals back into his pants, zipped up, and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Clothes still pooled next to him, Nico leaned over and grabbed his phone from the couch nearby. Clicking it awake, he unlocked it and peered down at the screen. His text messages were open. A video had been sent from Nico's phone to an unrecognized local number. Nico scrolled up to see that Omar had also sent the shots of Nico staring deep into the camera with Omar's cock in his mouth. Nico's heart pounded and hole ached in sudden symphony. Omar had sent two messages prior, which read, "hole on loan from Daddy Lucho," preceded by, "no ?s, all loads 18yo sub." The receiving number began typing back. * * *

Next step: cleaning your face with piss😜

Chapter VIII I had no sense of time. My mind was in a state of rapid thoughts and feelings. I had never been this high or in a scene like this. My reason kept throwing thoughts of doubt. My body was screaming desire and sexual satisfaction. My butt almost hummed in a way. My nips were super sensitive. My dick was starting to feel almost numb but yet I still felt horned as fuck. I could hear the door knob to the room rattle a bit as a key was put into it. I tensed a bit wondering what was to happen next. A slight creak from the hinges as the door opened and then clicked shut. "Boy oh boy, they know how to party and play and break in a new fuck toy, gotta give em that", came the voice. " You having a hot time it looks to me. Glad I could help ya all". I recognized the voice. It was Mark, the attendant. I couldn't say anything with the ball in my mouth and couldn't move as I remained tied to the sling. "Don't mind me, just picking up some and have some clean towels as well. Will be just a few minutes. While I am here, don't mind if I do have a little snack." He began to lightly lick first my ass cheeks moving closer to my hole. I groaned. He was slow and teasing. Just touching around my hole and between it and my balls. I tried to move my ass so he would lick my now twitching hole and he just giggled each time I tried. He had gripped my soft dick and balls like a human cockring and was pulling a bit. This went on for what felt like a half hour. My dick dribbled precum but remained soft. I thought that to be weird. I was so turned on so it made no sense. I felt the whiskers on his face as he punched into my hole with his tongue. He licked, lapped, sucked, spit in, and relentlessly attacked my hole for at least 5 minutes straight holding and stretching just my balls in his hand like a cock ring - pulling them away from my body. I was again groaning and began to sweat again. I again craved for my hole to be filled. Mark stopped and released my balls and remained silent as he went about picking up the room. I painted and groaned. "Time for a booty", Mark said and inserted a syringe in my butt unloaded it As he pulled it from me he said, " That'll ramp you up good. You simmer for a bit" and he left the room. The burning feeling was felt deeper this time and I again was super spun. The sound made when clearing your throat was heard from behind me. I strained to look in the mirror and saw parts of a man in the doorway. Mark had left the door open. "I 'd ask if you wanted some company, but you don't look like you can answer. Looks like you want to get fucked. That right?" said an unknown man in the doorway. " Fuck yeah he wants to get fucked. Take all our ducks I bet! " said another unknown voice. And another voice said," The door's open so open to play.". I could hear the sound of lubed up cock being stroked and jerked. Those voices and others making comments about how hit my ass looked, how they were going to rape my hole, split me open, beg for their loads, how I was a chemned up fuck hole to use. I pictured taking duck after dick, load after load. I moved my ass as much as I could and moaned as loud as I could. "So this be the boy ya all been talking about!" came another voice. A deep southern masculine voice. I could see first the shadow and outline of a tall black man as he entered the room. He walked around to my head and threw his towel and key on the bed. His body was dripping wet, at least 6 foot tall, super tight bod, and his cock hung like a bull just inches from my face. He stopped and motioned to a couple guys in the doorway to enter the room. "Take that ball outta his mouth and get him untied. Let's flip him over and then hook him back up. Don't want him running away.". He whispered to one of the guys who left the room. They all moved quickly and I was now completely naked, this time in my back in the sling. My ass hung over the edge, ankles and one wrist tied to each corner. The other arm was first left untied until the guy who left returned. He wiped a large area of my arm with alcohol then raised up and tied my wrist to the other corner. "All ready to go Aaron" said the guy. My mind then went into overdrive. Aaron? Wait! That's the guy that I had heard when I just got there. He was really going at it with some other young guy who sounded more like he was in pain. Fear crossed my face. I started to move my body trying to get free. The 3 guys in the room, Aaron, and the other guys in the doorway all laughed. Someone said, "he thinks he's gonna run" and "he ain't going anywhere.". "Won't for sure be walking outta here". I began making sounds of fear, shaking my head in protest. "He's trying to tell us that it" s not true, he wants it. Wants it real bad". Aaron, now stood between my spread legs stroking a huge black cock. It curve a little up from the base. The head was even bigger than the shaft, though not by much. One of the 3 guys then knelt down in front of Aaron and began sucking his dick like crazy. Aaron stood there his eyes locked in mine. His face was both angelic and evil. He licked his lips. "Suck my fucking cock - make it hard as fuck for this white boy hole. Gonna pound that hole like a black bull does. Gonna take that hole and own it". The two guys that came into the room with Aaron started licking my neck and nipples Touching Rubbing all over my body. They didn't touch my dick, balls or butt. Aaron stepped back a little pulling his cock from the guys throat and smacked the guys face over and over with it, then slammed it down his throat again. The guy gagged and choked. Aaron grabbed the guy's head and forced his coxk down his throat again. The guy began thrashing around, trying to pull off. Aaron kept his hold as he pumped into the guy. "You! Yeah you, mother fucker! Can you take this black cock?" Aaron said to another guy in the doorway. The guy then crawled over to Aaron as Aaron released the guy gagging and pushed him away. Aaron grabbed the new guys hair and buried his cock down his throat and Jack hammered several strokes. He pulled his cock from the guys throat and slapped his face with it - his cock was like steel. Veins popped up. Spit covered. Aaron never lost eye contact with me. He told the guy on his knees to lick his balls as he stroked his cock. He pointed at another guy in the doorway and snapped his fingers and pointed down. "Eat his hole.". The guy then ate my hole like it was his last meal. He reached down to jerk his dick and Aaron told him to eat and finger fuck my hole. Aaron has the other guy now licking his shaft from balls to tip like a lollipop. Each time he reached the tip, Aaron's cock would throb and a bead of precum would come out. Aaron then nodded to one of the guys to my side and asked, "Ready? Better be a big one!". The guy then wrapped a hiee around my arm, quickly found his entry point, stuck the needle and got the register. He pressed the plunger saying,, ".5 should be more than good and get him right where you want him". Needle pulled out, swabbed with alcohol, and off came the hose. "Work just his nips" Aaron said to the 2 guys on each side of me. "Don't touch his dick". It was then slow motion. A blue as I saw Aaron push the guy that was sucking his dick away, then the guy who was eating my hole pushed to the side. I felt Aaron's cock head resting on my hole and he bent his body forward and ripped the ball gag from my mouth. Grabbing the sling supports 8n either side of my head he then punched his black man cock to the hilt pulling me into his weapon of mass destruction. I literally screamed in horrific pain as I felt my insides tear apart. The burning. The searing. The shock to my body was unreal.

Less access to gay sex education and less access to medical care are the largest reasons. Most gay community centers in larger metropolitan areas are in predominately white neighborhoods. Also, I would guess black men face discrimination from white medical professionals. Also, black men are more likely to have contact with the prison system due to systemic racism. Lastly, many black communities are religiously conservative and gay sexuality is not accepted. This forces many gay black men into the closet and they do not seek out PrEP. All this is based on what I have read. As a white man I am no expert, but I encourage other white men to be better allies and help black men get medical access and HIV education and ask gay black men how best to help instead of objectifying black bodies.

Chapter VI: Another Perspective Curt and I moved Prey, now secured to the weight bench, to the rear entrance of our VIP room and opened the inside door - leaving the jail like door closed. We moved the bench up close to the doorway so his boy lips were accessible by anyone who might be in the sex hallway. Anyone who stood in front of Prey could easily get some head and a great view of his jockstrapped bubble butt with both an overhead and mirrored view from the mirror behind Prey. He had no clue of the dick that might get shoved down his throat. He laid there, gyrating and bouncing his ass up and down, moaning. I lay back against the wall on the bed stroking my steel hard dick as Curt leaned back against another wall and was stroking his rock hard member too. We both had our leather boots, cock rings, harness, arm bands on - and I had my daddy cap on. In seconds a sexy stud of man stood in the doorway. Semi hairy, good bod, about 6', maybe late 40's and sporting a good 8 incher. He looked at Curt and I and we both nodded. He grabbed a hold of Prey's head and fed him his dick to the balls and held there for a few. Prey tried to back away with no success. The guy then just face fucked Prey in rapid, deep motions. Prey was whimpering and gagging. It was only a few minutes before the guy shot down Prey's throat and pulled out. The action had drawn a crowd in the back sex hallway. As soon as the guy pulled out, Prey immediately said, "what's happening? Who was that?" Curt stepped away from the wall and stood behind Prey and smacked both of Prey's cheeks and said, "feed and be fed Prey. Suck that cock" as another guy, jock like, 20's, about 8 inches walked up and slapped Prey's face a few times with his dick then placed about half of it in Prey's mouth. The guy stood there with his hands behind his back and said, "that's right, tongue that dick. Make it all wet and slick" as he slowly gyrated his hips. Curt stood over Prey's ass and began to tease Prey's hole with the tip of his dick. Pushing just a little then backing away. Prey moaned now and worked his ass trying to get dick inside him. I got off the bed, reached into our bag and oulled out a 10 inch long but not very thick dildo and screwed the base onto the fuck machine we had hidden in the corner. While I lubed it up and moved the machine intobposition, Curt took another good sized shard and got it ready to put in at Prey's hole when the machine started up. The guy getting head was now in full play, pulling out his dick then slapping Prey's face some more with it, then shoving it down his throat. Curt signaled the guy getting head to hold a moment and then brought a bottle of poopers to Prey's nose, forcing him to inhale 4 deep hits. Curt placed the large shard at Prey"s hole and I pressed the dildo to his hole and switched the power on. The dildo entered Peey's hole and pushed the shard deep inside. Prey cried out in a muffled mouth filled with cock way and his legs shook some. I set the fuck machine so it was a steady fuck - steady and about 7 inches max depth. The machine was super quiet - Prey thought it was one of our ducks fucking him. Curt and I then left the room and stoppedto the front desk to give Mark the update. We then went into the sex hallway where the younger guy was still at it - very verbal. I signaled to him to remove Prey's blindfold while Curt and I stood at either side of him. Prey's eyes had the look of spun and horned as fuck. He slowly turned his eyes upward and saw the guy whose cock was down his throat. He then glanced left and right, seeing Curt and I. A look of confusion and fear swept over his face as he realized neither of us had our dick down his throat or up his ass. We then stepped back and away from the doorway into the darkness of the sex hall. I went back to the room and turned up the speed and adjusted the depth to the full 10 inches on the fuck machine and then met Curt back in the porn room. As the porn room was very close to our room, we could hear mixed sounds of whimpering, moaning groaning, gagging, slurping, and the wet sound of a serious fuck in progress. We went for a cruise around the club. Mark told us that all the rooms were full - and we noticed there was quite the crowd. The back sex room, glory hole, and sling were in use. There was fuckin and suckin in the showers, steam room, and sauna. We were grabbed a few times trying to pull us in but we had our prey being warmed up. Back at our room we found that Prey was a hot mess. The fuck machine was in full swing, and a medium build guy was trying to cram his super thick dick into Prey's mouth. No way it was going to fit Curt pointed to the floor under Prey's dick. A string of precum ran from his dick to the floor and there was a large pool of both precum and his cum there. Good! The machine made him blow a load. Will have to check out the video later! I shut off the fuck machine while Curt signaled the guy with the súper thick dick to back away and we lifted the bench out of the doorway, and closed the door. Prey looked wiped out. His face was all dripping in cum, his body wet in sweat. I told Prey that we were removing the restraints and that he was free to go. He looked confused and disappointed. We had no intention of ending this session, but wanted to gauge his reaction if we had. He took off the things we had him wearing, gathered his stuff and head hung low and not making eye contact headed for the door. As he opened it, he said thanks in a low whisper. Curt jumped at him, grabbed his belongings and his upper arm pulling him back into our room. "Prey, we were just playin' with you. Wanted to get your reaction after what you were just put through.. Here's a towel and douche bulb. Go clean up and be back in less than 10 if you really want to go to the next level." The evil shit eating grin that spread across his face was priceless as he literally ran towards the showers, his oh so fuckable ass bouncing. We picked up the room, hung the sling, moved the cams around, and got the slams ready. Prey's gonna be slammed into the heavens and take dick like never before. We decided to make the room totally dark, and when he came back and entered our room, grab him, gag and blindfold him, , throw him into the sling and secure him, then slam him without a word being spoken. We left the door cracked open a little and Prey ran up to the door, knocked, and slowly pushed the door open while asking for us. In lightning speed, Curt grabbed one of his arms and pulled it behind his back while covering his mouth, pulling him towards the sling in pure darkness. I grabbed his other arm and leg and picked him up as we moved towards the sling. Prey was trying to scream and thrashed his body trying to get away. Wasn't going to happen. We got him into the sling and Curt kept him from moving much, his hand still securely covering Prey's mouth and keeping his arm behind him. I secured Prey's ankles then wrists to the sling and Curt gagged him and put the blindfold on. I flipped on a light as Curt placed the rubber tube on Prey's right bicep, wiped the area with an alcohol pad. Prey's veins were all raised and Curt quickly found the right vein, inserted the syringe, registered, and pushed the plunger to empty. Curt then said, "Prey you're gonna be praying in a few seconds. Praying for the fuck of your life. You'll cough and then ride the wave. After this, your first slam, you won't do it any other way." Curt then pulled out the needle, wiped the area again and took off the tubing. Prey's arms were already secured in an upward manner. We get a major rush and turn on when we introduce someone to slamming. It's so hot to watch as desires become reality. I removed Prey's gag. . His body arched upwards, and he coughed real hard - as he should have with a . 4 slam for his humpy short body. His mouth formed a perfect "O" as his tongue darted in and out like a snake. At first, he didn't or couldn't speak. His lips showed him saying, "Jesus...... oh, God..... Fuck!.... Holy shit! Fuck! ..... hot......". He then could be heard, first at a whisper and quickly got louder - repeating as he had lip moved before. head going back and forth. His body became instantly wet. I reached towards him and took both nips in between my thumbs and finger, gently rolling them and squeezing them. "Fuck!!!! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me.... Please, fuck my hole..... rape my ass..... Please feed me your dicks.... omg!" He repeated this over and over. Curt went between Prey's exposed hole and did his slam. I did mine. And Curt buried his face in Prey's hole for about 30 seconds while he lubed his dick up with Tina lube. Curt then fastened the gag again and drove his steel hard cock balls deep into Prey's hole. Prey tried to scream and pull away, but Curt was now doing his thing - pounding the fuck out of his prey. He pulled out completely then drove his dick back in - hard. The chains rattled. The slapping of wet flesh echoed. They poured sweat. Curt then jackhammeted into Prey, pulling out almost fully then jabbing Prey's prostate again and again . Prey started to spray some piss for a few seconds, 4eplaced by a thick river of precum as it was being pounded out of him. Curt bent forward some and grabbed the back of Prey's neck and pulled him onto his dick even further. Tears ran down Prey's cheeks amongst more and more sounds of extasy. Curt couldn't go longer than 10 minutes when he slammed deep into Prey and froze, a deep growl like came from him before he yelled out, "Take my fuckin load Prey! Fuck yeah! Take it all. Fuck yeah!" Curt then made a series of quick, hard shallow thrusts and again buried himself inside Prey's now throbbing wet hole.

Chapter V I was breathing a bit heavy having just did a marathon run from the showers to my hotter than fuck host's room. Still dripping wet and totally naked I stood in their room. I glanced around taking it all in when one of them picked me fully up off the floor at my waist and pulled me into a deep tongue kiss my mouth readily opened for. His tongue speared beyond my tonsils as he wrapped one massive arm around my back and firmly took the back of my head with the other hand pushing his tongue deeper. I couldn't breathe and began to choke a bit. He pulled his tongue slowly from my mouth, exploring and darting as it left. He looked at me deeply with a kind of curious look for a moment as he set me down and asked me if I was ready. I said I was. Now standing on wobbly legs, he gave me a devil like grin and said, "We're about to find out". "Stay where you are. You will be called 'prey' from now on. You will call me 'Hunter 2 and him Hunter 1'". You will do as you are told. You will be totally fucked up, tied up, leathered up, gagged and blindfolded. We have already began this session and it ends only when we tell you it ends. You agreed to this by coming back in time. What is your name?" " Prey", I responded. He seemed ok with that as he walked back to me with some items in his hands. He set them down on the edge of the bed and table next to it. " This is a bottle of water. Drink it after I have finished speaking. This is a harness that I am placing on you now. Step into the jock as I fit it to you. Relax your right arm? as I place this band in your upper arm. Do not resist as Hunter 1 places restraints on your ankles and wrists. Bend forward and remain still as I write 'fuck me' on your ass cheeks. Stand up. After you drink the water, you will drink the contents of this cup. It has a mixture of ghb and Gatorade. You will then walk to the work bench and lay face down. Your dick and balls are to hang down at the end of the bench." As Hunter 1 spoke and moved about along with Hunter 2, I began to feel mixed emotions. Truth be told. I had never been in a three-way or more. Never done drugs like this. A lot of new yet scary yet exciting things had and would be happening. And these two men were way bigger than I - in every way. I talked myself into the fact that I was in a public place. Mark the attendant wasn't far. I would be ok. I began to lay on my stomach when I heard Hunter 1 say, "oh fuck yeah - damn, look at that fuckin ass!. There you go prey, lay down, grip the bars on either side of your head and pull your legs up some bending at the knees.". Hunter 2 began attaching the restraints then said, "lift your head up and face forward" as he placed a pillow like object under my chin holding my head up. Hunter 1 moved to my right side and placed a strap over my back and around the bench. I could now not make any attempt run and my dick, balls, and hole were totally accessible. "That's some hot prey right there", Hunter 2 said as he stood up and they lifted me and the bench so my head faced the porn playing on the monitor and my butt faced towards what looked like another door. The porn had 2 leather dudes pounding the fuck out of a guy in a sling. The guy getting fucked was begging them to fuck him and breed him. I began to imagine the guy was me as the drugs from earlier and the g began to work me over a bit. My dick began to get hard again and my hole again wanting to be touched, tongued, fingered, fucked, anything that would help satisfy the growing itch. I began to look around the room as much as I could being I couldnt move my head. In the mirror I could see the reflection of Hunter 1 who lay back on the bed stroking his now hard dick. He began to slap his hand with it every couple of minutes. Hunter 2 was out of sight but I could hear him moving about in the room. He then said, "Prey, answer. What chems have you done and how? ". I responded I had recently tried t by snorting t and had a booty bump earlier. I was feeling a bit spacey I guess you would call it. Hornier, too. And warm - very warm. I hadn't realized that I had started to gyrate my hips a little when Hunter 1 said, "you feeling that g a little now aren't u prey? Got you all feeling warm and fuzzy, right?". I answered yes, while training my eyes on what seemed to be an even bigger, thicker dick he was stroking. He stared at me. I felt like I was just that. Prey. I also grew in my increasing wanting - no, need for dick - down my throat and up my hole. My good sense side of the brain chimed in just then reminding me that I may be a bit in over my head. Never been fucked by dicks the size of theirs. Never been tied up. A lot of never before's went thru my head. The deviant side shouted that I could take their dicks - and more! I was gonna love it all. "Prey. Answer. Do you know of slamming?" asked Hunter 2. I said I had been told some about it by Mark, the attendant. He said it 2as a great sex drug and if I liked doing booty bumps, I was going to love slamming. And I very much liked the booty bump and how it made me feel. Hunter 2's hand suddenly came down onto my left butt cheek and he grabbed a good chunk of my ass and kneaded it. My body jumped at the sting and warmness the slap created. I then felt a wetness at my hole as my ass cheek was held to expose my hole more. A finger went up my hole and directly to my prostate. I groaned and I could feel my dick grow. The finger was pulled totally out and immediately replaced by two. Again punching my prostate and causing me to whimper a bit and my dick to jump harder. Both fingers were pulled out again, stopping just at the entrance to my hole for a moment. Hunter 2 then first tapped with his fingers on my hole. The tapping grew more intense with each stroke. It almost was at a level of slapping. My hole was now sensitive like never before. There was a pause, then the fingers were stuck up into me passing my prostate completely. The burning I had felt before with the booty bump told me that t was being put up my hole. The fingers pushed and pulled, pushing deeper each time. My body started to again sweat. I felt renewed and wanted to scream out "fuck me!". My mouth didn't need to say a word. Hunter 2 could feel my desire as my hole begged his fingers to never leave. Hunter 2 then said as he continued to finger fuck my hole, "damn Terry, this hole needs to be fed - hungry isn't even close!!". Hunter 1 replied, "Work another chard while I set him up. He's gonna need to be way up - gotta be for the dick he's gonna take!" Hunter 2 then slapped my right cheek and went through all the same motions he had just done with the first chard. My hole was on fire and I tried to meet each thrust of his fingers. My dick was now bouncing below me against the bottom of the bench. "Let's finger tag his hole for a bit", said Hunter 1 as he came off the bed, his dick literally throbbing and leaking strands of precum. Hunter 2 pulled his fingers from my hole quickly, and Hunter 1 was just as quick to shove two of his fingers right to the hilt. He pulled out and Hunter 2 was faster and harder the alternated going deep with punching my prostate. I grew louder in my groans. "Fuck me, holy fuck, tape my hole!" Hunter 1 and 2 immediately pulled their fingers from my now spasming hole and stepped away. They said nothing. I felt a blindfold go over my eyes. There were some shuffling sounds around me then I felt myself being lifted up, still secured to the bench, then set back down. Things sounded a little different. I could still hear the porn playing, but now it seemed like it was coming from two places. I didn't get it. "Prey! Now feed and be fed!" said Hunter 1.

It takes all kinds. If everyone was the same it would be boring!!

I love hairy guys but I especially like young hairy blond guys. I’d love to see hell I’d love to feel you. Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are. There is always someone who will think you’re hot just the way you are.

"Fuck Yeah! Hold that pose." He said, then grabbed his phone and took a few pictures. "I'm sending these to my buds," he said as he tapped away on his phone. Then turned to me, as I lay there with my hole beginning to leak his cum. I finally looked down at his dick and I couldn't believe that huge log had been inside me. It was thicker than a beer can and I'm pretty sure that the 9 inches were an underestimation. The head was huge, angry, and red, with a pearl of bright white cum hanging from the piss slit. My eyes widened and he laughed. "Yeah, it's tough for me to find bottoms that can or even want to take me sometimes, it's why I prefer the anonymous scene ha ha." "Holy shit! I'm glad I'm stoned and buzzed because otherwise there's no way I'd have taken you." I said. "Then I'm going to take advantage." He said; scooting forward and slapping that huge cockhead on my hole. "Look into my eyes," he said and I looked up at him. I found his smile comforting and he continued, "You already took it, that ass is already mine. But you set up tonight for a reason, you don't just want to get fucked. You NEED to get fucked. And you NEED to get pozzed so that's what I'm here to give you. Now take a deep sniff of poppers, hold your breath, and let it out when I tell you." I looked into his eyes, took a deep sniff in each nostril, and held my breath. After about 5 seconds, he said, "Let it out." I began to exhale when he slammed his whole length into me. I'm pretty sure he must have torn me up a little but the poppers helped and I felt instantly full but also so euphoric that I moaned out loud. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. I noticed that his pecs were pierced with small barbells and I began to nibble on his right nipple. "Oh fuck, baby. That's my kryptonite!" He said chuckling. Meanwhile, I could feel him begin to piston in and out. His thick shaft feeling like it was dragging my guts out on his out strokes but massaging my insides and pounding into my prostate on the in strokes. I squeezed my ass muscles, this time deliberately milking his dick. Knowing that I was no longer the nervous negative cuck that I was before he walked in the door. Now, I was a potential positive cumdump, finally taking that step that I'd feared for years. Realizing now that I had nothing to fear all along except this! Me, on my back with a handsome stranger smiling as he plowed away at my ass while his precious cum changed my DNA to match his! "Please cum inside me again." I said out loud. "I want your cum inside me. I want your babies in me. Please." I pleaded. "Oh fuck, you're still so fucking tight. I'm getting close again. Chew on my nipples baby, bite those fuckers!" I chewed and bit his nipple, using my tongue and front teeth to twist the barbell back and forth. He started huffing, puffing, and sucking his breath in hard through his teeth. "Ahhh, yeah, baby. Fuck, I'm getting close. Your ass is working hard for my load. But I want you to look into my eyes again and ask for it." "Yes please. Give me your load, your poz cum. Shoot it inside me and poz me please." I begged as I looked into his eyes and tweaked his nipples with my fingers. He got this intense look in his eyes and roared as his dick began to spasm and contract and I felt that tell tale warmth deep inside me that let me know he was breeding me again. "Fuuuuuuuck yeah! Pozzing your hot hole!" He said, as he collapsed on top of me. Soon after, he raised himself on his arms and said. "I want your number, I'm going to keep fucking you and I'm gonna make sure your ass is always full of cum." He pulled out of me, grabbed his phone and said, "Well, looks like your ass has about 30 minutes to rest. I see you got some weed, let's smoke. I have a feeling you're gonna need to be relaxed ha ha." It sounded playfully ominous but that's kind of what his appeal was to me; this intense manner of friendliness and control at the same time. Plus he was a stud, about 6'1", 185 lbs of muscle, and a handsome face with a thick hole wrecker that I was beginning to get addicted to. We stepped out to the balcony, smoked a joint while we waited for his friends and got to know each other a little better. "I'm horny all the time," He told me, "And jacking off doesn't cut it anymore. I need to fuck and breed, and I'm looking for a regular cumdump if you're interested. Besides, you got a one in fifty chance that you got pozzed tonight so I'm gonna keep breeding you til it takes." "Really? One in fifty?" I asked, suddenly feeling disappointed. "That's what they say, but that just means we gotta get at least fifty loads in you" he said with a wicked grin as he grabbed my ass and stuck his middle finger in me. He started digging at my insides and it kind of stung a little. He pulled out his finger, now covered in a pinkish layer of cum and winked at me. "Just tipping the odds in your favor." He said with a smile as his phone beeped.

Mikey was another example of Seths hard work paying dividends. The tall, slender former straight boy with bright hazel eyes and a thick ten inch cock had long since retired from feeding it up inside his girlfriend. Instead, With Seths help and a few nudges from his friend Tina, Mikey learned all about servicing poz cocks of all shapes and sizes at Seths housewarming party four years ago. The welcome-to-the-neighbourhood gift of his girlfriends hummus that was once delivered by the bright-eyed gentleman turned into the idle snack on the kitchen counter for his breeders that night as Seth gently caressed Mikeys sweat soaked chest, whispering words of encouragement as he slid back and forth in the sling. Mikeys glassy confused eyes would meet Seths just long enough to groan after taking a load, hiss after a slam, or parrot the words Seth told him to say that while once a foreign tongue, now came so naturally. "fuck my pussy," "breed my hole," the pliant young man would giggle obediently, as his beautiful ass drank gallons of toxic jizz that night. These days he was just Mikey the roomate, Mikey the baker up the street, Mikey the understall expert who drained married cocks at the local department store, and Mikey the poz cumdump whos favourite sport was swinging in a sling, servicing thick hard cocks. Today he was Mikey the poptart theif with lunch. Seth and Jake plodded into the kitchen, towels on hips. Seth with a triumphant smile, like a race car driver crossing the finish line. Jake, with the sated composure of a man who'd just came, and who had absentmindedly forgotten about the warm poz cream trickling out of his swollen ring. As the boys sat down to eat Mikey called seth into the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. "who is the fuckmeat?" Mikey hushed. "hes our fuckmeat for the weekend. meet..." Seth dipped his fingers into his cunt and returned them to Mikeys lips, "Jake." Seth grinned, as mikey inhaled the delicious mix of seed and ass juices, licking them clean. "im making a nice poz cock for us to play with, and Jakes been a real good sport about it but I need him to really want that toxic pussy, mikey." seth instructed, as he peeled off Mikeys shirt and unbuttoned his shorts, chucking them into the hamper, they returned to the table. "where are your clothes?" Jake asked curiously. "Oh I normally change out of them after work, theyre all covered in flour and gross." mikey replied. "yeah, we dont typically wear a lot of clothes around here and im just about to get laundry started, so off with that towel mister" seth chimed, as he gathered up the load for the wash, he noticed Jakes cock was gathering its next load for mikey, the semihard tool rising once again to the occasion it was made for. Jake tried to busy himself with lunch but found he'd lost his appetite and instead was eyeing mikeys pierced nipples and distended jock. "Do ya waana see it?" mikey smiled, slipping his pierced ten inch fuck meat out for just a moment. "dont let it fool ya, im a total bottom. some guys just love the luxury of fucking a hung bottom though." mikey remarked as he turned around to showcase his slender hips and feminine curves. his ass wasnt as big as seths, but something about it drew Jakes attention. "you should fuck him Jake! youre hard, and when a top gets hard they need to fuck" seth instructed as he chewed his lunch. "I cant do that i kinda dont even know him?" Jake looked to seth, as if waiting for guidance before Mikey stepped toward Jake and gently took his cock. "you can fuck me whenever you want dude, I love to get fucked" and with that mikey began slurping away at Jakes neg cock. "watch those teeth buddy!" seth mumbled as he chomped away at a roll, reminding the skilled cocksucker to get in some prepwork to make sure there was a smooth transfer between poz hole and neg cock. "ow" jake hissed, as mikey turned around to spread himself. "sorry man, im not the best cocksucker but just look at this cunt." Mikey spat on his hand and worked a finger inside as Jake stood mesmerized at the size of mikeys swolen rosebud. "yeah" Jake whispered, his mouth had gone dry as he watched Mikeys hungry hole pulse around the three digits inside. "You GOTTA fuck mikeys hole jake, its really the best. i mean theres nothing better than being in a well stretched cunt dude. your cock is going to looove it!" seth chuckled from the kitchen as he washed a few dishes. Mikey slid his fingers from his hole and teased them around the head of Jakes cock, as Jake looked around. "do you two have condoms? we probably need a condom" Jake panted. "Ill start looking for some buddy let me see." Seth chuckled. Of course none of the boys could stand so much as a condom commercial in the house, let alone an actual rubber. "just let me just feel the head, please??" mikey pleaded, smiling and tickling Jakes sensitive glans as he gently backed toward him. Jake sighed. "Just the head, that cant hurt. Just in and out a few times while we wait for the condom" jake reassured to himself and pushed into the thirsty bottoms toxic cunt. "ah, thats nice. here, hold my hips" mikey smiled, as he began gently working his hips back and forth, "oh my god your hot" jake breathed, watching his thick purple head dance in and out of the slender long haired boys wet hole. "let me make it feel good. you can push more inside me, its ok, we'll stop just as soon as seth gets us a condom." mikey soothed, knowing Jake was already feeding more of his greedy neg cock into the boys cunt with increasing abandon. "turn around" jake urged, and mikey sat back on the table to lift his legs, exposing his shiny swolen rosebud cunt fully. Jake was hypnotized by the sight of mikeys horsecock, stretched balls, and glistening red inviting hole as he pushed fully inside him. "see? what did i tell ya jake. Mikeys got a real soft pussy to take care of big cocks with. he even works a few fists up that hole sometimes too" seth beamed, as he rested his hand at the base of Jakes back and encouraged him further. "remember what i said about that boy button? You can probably make mikey cum just with your cock. but you gotta fuck hard" Jake needed no encouragement as he was now fully sawing in and out of the toxic hole, working a creamy lather between the two of them as mikeys thick tool stood to attention. mikey was in heaven as he bounced back and forth on the table, his eyes to the ceiling. "please dont stop" mikey panted, as seth lifted his bloated ten inches and rested his hand underneath. "come on mikey give me that cum. just let the big cock fuck all that seed out" seth soothed, and as if on command mikey let out a long low groan and a slow stream of hot cum dribbled into seths waiting palm. "good job Jake!" seth beamed as if he had just caught the biggest fish in the lake. "now its your turn." he instructed, as he poured the bottoms toxic load onto jakes pistoning tool. "remember to push nice and deep and let all that cum out. mikey can take it, he loves cum." seth chirped, as he licked his hand clean. "im gonna cum" jake moaned softly. "thats right buddy just relax and cum right up inside that pretty red rose" seth watched as jake pushed firmly and held still, his shaft pulsing, his gutteral groaning, his chest rising and falling as he bred the boys poison cunt with a blissful look on his face.

Cum load as prelube when going to a long session. When there no cum, I only put a plug in me. When driving there my hole automatically clenched due to the plug stimulation… and starts lubing itself. When taking the plug out my hole is wet enough for dicks to slide in.

There's also jumping a fence to pinch a pair of underwear belonging to a guy in the neighbourhood whom you've always lusted after ... In Australia, we call that "snowdropping".

Hi can I have the link to your trainee story - only got so far and you said to message - thanks

I have no interest in becoming HIV positive. I spent too many years during the height of the epidemic fighting against HIV. I buried too many friends, helped start multiple AIDS programs, passed out too many information brochures, even once debated James Dobson, and more. Whatever it took to keep people from dying or going blind or entering dementia. It’s still easy to cry about it sometimes. That’s said, I am a bareback her now and will probably never again use a condom. I struggled with the idea for a while, with the new stigma attached to prep users. We were Truvada whores and worse. But The fact is prep is a miracle, and ultimately I decided to start taking it. It was liberating in so many ways and I found I began to enjoy sex as I never had before – without fear.Without shame. Without feeling that I might be dishonoring the memories of my friends who had already passed. That took emotional work, let me tell you. So yes to the question: I love to bareback and I do not want to be pozzed.

Yes sucking married men (not 100% sure lol what aspect makes it the most thrilling) is great but even better than that is rimming a married man! A married man with some hair or smooth makes me want to lick the hole more then the cock

Yeah I love it. If you get my dick dirty, you should clean it off. And when I am done using your ass, turn around clean up.

Dragging Zeus by his pajama sleeve felt weird. But I was afraid if I let go, he’d go back to his bunk. We reached the rec room down the corridor where we found the rest of the guys. Wanker was still in the showers the other way. The other platoons in our company were still out so we had the place all to ourselves. We found out later that our Lieutenant and Sarge had gotten reprimanded for sending us out without gear. Sucks to be them, I guess. “Assmunch! There you are! Where’s our bitch?” Bootlicker yelled. “Well he’s not in my ass, but you’re welcome to come take a look.” I shot back. “I’ll be doing the looking with my dick, you sure you can take it?” He boasted. “That little carrot? I’ve had shits bigger than your sad little pecker, Bootlicker. I won’t even feel it.” I dropped drawers and bent over. “If you want to embarrass yourself, bring it over. “ “Footling, go teach Assmunch a lesson.” Bootlicker pushed Footlong towards me. I couldn’t get my boxers back up fast enough, which made everyone laugh. Suddenly everyone noticed Zeus behind me. They all froze, going quiet. “Zeus is going to help me set things up while Wanker finishes up. You should all say thank you to Zeus for cleaning your boots.” I told them. “He doesn’t get down here often, so give him some brotherly love.” The idiots just stared. Channeling my best Sarge impression, I yelled in a voice of gravel “THAT WASN’T A REQUEST GRUNTS!” Everyone spoke over each other. “Thanks Zeus!” ; “Thank you for cleaning my boots, Zeus!” ; and even “We love you brother, you didn’t have to do that”. Then someone started a chant. “Zeus! Zeus! Zeus!” Carrying on for a good minute. Zeus looked embarrassed. “C’mon Zeus, let’s go get supplies” and we went through one of the other doors to our stash. We knew Sarge probably knew about it, but looked the other way. I grabbed a sleeve of the cheap styrofoam cups, and a grey rubber trash can and told Zeus to take them to the rec room. Myself, I got a second bin and went to get ice. Before I left I said “Zeus, in that closet over there, behind the crates on the left wall there’s an unsecured panel. Inside that is the beer and liquor. Take all of it.” “Okay Andr… I mean Assmunch.” “There’s a lot, so just get one of the other guys to help. If Wanker is back, get him to do it. If not, don’t ask someone, tell them to do it. They won’t argue, trust me.” I went for the ice. Zeus went back to the rec room and deposited the stuff. “Brickmann, I need your help.” Zeus said, singling out a brother standing with Puta and Troll. “What?” Brickmann said. Zeus just gazed at him, those eyes drilling into the smaller, blonde soldier. Zeus’s face was placid, carved out of stone. Nothing about the way he stood or looked said he was happy, nor angry. But even so, a potential danger radiated from him. Zeus exuded threat and power just standing there breathing, wearing puppy dog pajamas. It would have been funny if anyone was brave enough to point out the joke. “Demon come with me.” He repeated, taking the advice Assmunch had given him. Demon, was only smaller in comparison to Zeus and Sleeper. Almost 6 feet in height, he had a body like a swimmer, all shoulders and arms, narrow waist, a minimal ass that tapered into decent but unremarkable legs. His dirty blonde hair stuck up at random tangled points just an inch above his head. Demon never actually combed his hair unless he was in Class A’s. He just mashed it down with his patrol cap or his brain bucket. Demon was one of those who went balls to the wall regardless of what the activity or task was. If you were in his way, you got trampled or pushed aside. On the training courses he just threw himself onto every obstacle as if he were indestructible. And maybe he was, because he never got injured. If you were taking a position, he was out front, dodging, rolling, skidding, diving, damn near flying. He was a fucking demon. Bouncing off some object to redirect, I swear he moved horizontally like he was just running on the ground. And he was impossible to track, you couldn’t guess his direction from his trajectory or movement, position of his feet, nothing. That old fighting trick where you watch the hips to read where your opponent would be, useless with Demon. You never put Demon on point, because there was no holding him back. Troll was his minder, tasked with keeping Demon in position. Troll would just grab him by his OTV and say “Stay, Demon. Stay. Good boy.” Demon would huff but stay. You didn’t have a chance in hell of getting out of Troll’s grip. And Troll wasn’t anything special. Just a 5’8” 180 lb. fire hydrant with a low center of gravity and feet that couldn’t be dislodged from the earth. Troll was the only guy Sleeper couldn’t dominate in hand to hand. He couldn’t move him or throw him. Sleeper’s only play with Troll was to lift him off the ground, and even then Troll found some way to make it difficult for Sleeper to put him down and pin him. He was an immovable mountain. A mountain just 5’8” tall. The perfect Demonmaster. It helped that the two of them were best friends, literal opposites, but matched perfectly in complement. Where Demon was fast, bouncing around like a ping pong ball, running hot like a V-8 going 100 mph, Troll was solid, slow, deliberate and predictable, cool and deep like glacial fjord. The most common order given to the two of them was “Troll, you’re demonmaster until we reach this point, the let the Demon loose. Demon, secure this location here. We’ll be along after.” Demon didn’t say another word, just fell in behind Zeus. They soon had the alcohol laid out, and no one was waiting for me to get back with the ice, already pouring shots. Sleeper just grabbed a beer and drank it warm. I returned, dragging my tub filled with ice, cokes, and other drinks from the mess. I had to get Zeus to help me carry it inside. Well, I say help… he just lifted the whole damn thing like it weighed a couple pounds. Of course, that was when Wanker finally showed up. Wearing basketball shorts. Limping. Of course the guys were going to give him shit. The party went well, no fights, probably because everyone was exhausted, which was good. Wanker played his part, really overdoing it with the subservience thing but it kept the brothers happy and off his ass. I did have to put a stop to Bootlicker ordering Wanker to drop trou and give him 20. I told him his privilege had been revoked tonight because of the shampoo dispenser incident. That Wanker hadn’t ratted him out to Sarge, so in return the bitch didn’t have to follow his orders. Bootlicker actually seemed sorry, which was probably an act. But he didn’t escalate it. I carried weight with the brothers for some reason. I didn’t really know why, but I was always the one they came to with a problem, or for advice, or just to bitch and moan. The Army calls that leadership, but swear to God I didn’t do anything special. I was just me. When I made a rule, called a halt to something, or made a decision they just fell in line. Maybe it was because Sleeper was my best friend, and they knew he’d back me up. Whatever. I didn’t abuse their trust, my only goal was everyone’s well-being. As the guys stumbled back to their bunks, drunk and happy, I helped Wanker clean up and remove all the evidence we were ever there. Zeus sat over in a corner looking happy. He didn’t drink, just had water all night. I think he had fun just being in the same room with everyone else. “Is now a good time, Wanker?” I asked, not forgetting my promise from earlier. Besides, I needed to get it done, and get him and Zeus to bed so Sleeper could get his fix. “Yeah. Where?” He asked. “Either the latrine or storage room. We can have Zeus stand guard.” I suggested. “Yeah, then the storage room. He can be at the end of the hallway, so he can’t hear anything.” “He’d keep it quiet even if he did. Zeus doesn’t say much.” “Okay. Let’s do this.” He said walking down the corridor. “Zeus, you mind standing guard over here? Don’t let anyone in.” The big man got to his feet. “Sure Assmunch. Whatever you want.” He didn’t even ask why. Just did what I asked. In the storage room with the door closed, Wanker took a deep breath. “Alright, pull em down, buddy.” I told him. Wanker pulled down the basketball shorts, and his underwear. I saw just a tiny bit of pinkish blood mixed with a wet area that was probably Sergeant Charlie’s cum. “You weren’t lying, I think his cum is still coming out. There’s only a little blood though, which is good.” “Still? I even farted out more in the shower. How much cum could he possibly have shot up there? Fuck my life.” Wanker complained. “Well, bend over, let me see your hole.” He obediently laid his chest on the crate in front of him and I spread his cheeks apart. “Well, your asshole looks a bit swollen, a bit red, but there’s no damage outside that I can see.” I reported. “You do have a different asshole than Sleeper though, so that might be normal. I haven’t seen a lot of assholes up close and personal though. But yours looks like what I’d expect, minus the redness and slight swelling. Wanker breathed deeply again. “Can you… check inside? It feels different in there. And if there’s no damage outside, what about the blood?” “There’s not much blood at all in your shorts, buddy. Your ass would be like any other part of your body. A big wound would bleed a lot. A small cut, only a little. Seems like you only got tore up a little.” Kneeling behind him it was a little hard to see, too many shadows. Hop up and sit on the crate. I need you to lift your legs and spread em.” He did as he was told. But just bent at the knee with his thighs poking straight up. “More, grab behind your knees an pull them to either side of your chest.” I showed him how Sleeper did it so I could have full, deep access to his hole, get my tongue as far up inside him as he needed. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. Thoughts of Sleeper and our weekly appointment started my dick rising. Fuck. Well Zeus would keep him busy until I was done here. “That’s it. Breathe. Relax.” I gently moved my hands on his cheeks, trying to be soothing while I took another look. “Can you push out a little? Just like, relax and try to fart, just a little. “. I saw his puffy hole unclench, just kind of spread a little and push outward. He moaned a bit. “Does that feel better?” I asked. “God, yeah, it does. Why?” “You’re probably clenched too tight unconsciously, because of what happened. And you’re worried about blood and cum spilling out, would be my guess. There can’t be that much left. Just relax, let it go, it’s okay.” I encouraged him. My hands still rubbing his cheeks, I moved my thumbs to his hole and started massaging it. He moaned again. “That’s it buddy, you’re doing great. Just completely relax, I got you bro. Don’t worry about what might come out. Don’t push hard, just relax into it.” My thumbs we’re still pressing, rubbing, pulling apart, basically manipulating his asshole to gradually relax. A glob of whitish liquid appeared. I used it to continue to work his hole. “Uuuunnnggghhhh, that feels so good.” He said, and I could see every part of him go limp. Pain brings tension, pleasure brings relaxation. I think I just figured out what Wanker needed. Trouble was, if I told him, I’d be volunteered. Which might be a problem for me. I just didn’t know if I could do it. First, I sure wasn’t going to eat his ass. I wasn’t doing that to just any bro. Not to mention the thought of Sergeant Charlie’s load still brewing up there just about made me gag at the thought. No, I thought Wanker’s little starfish had been bent out of shape, and only physical stimulation or time was going to get him back up and running. A pulled or cramped muscle needed massage. And a sphincter was just another muscle. I needed to test my theory. “Okay Wanker, I’m going to try to get inside there. Feel for anything strange. You good with that ?” “At this point, yeah. Just keep that pressure going, it’s the first thing that helps.” I dropped a healthy wad of spit into my hand to lube up his hole. I decided my thumb would be a good start, because his hole seemed to want to let me push further. After I got him more open I could feel around with my index and middle finger. I settled my palm on his hairy taint, letting my fingers nuzzle his rather average sized balls, which were covered with coarse matted hair. I couldn’t help but compare it with Sleeper’s crotch. His entire ass, inside and out, was smooth and hairless. His cock and balls he shaved smooth. It definitely felt like night and day, but that steamy heat, the musky smell… that was the same. My thumb made circles on Wanker’s hole, exerting increasing pressure every so often. It was surprising when after just a bit of manipulation, my thumb slid in. It didn’t pop in, or force its way in, it just glided through his pucker like sucking your thumb as a kid. Nor did his hole clamp down after. He let out a groan and said “oohhhhhhh, shit, that’s it.” I pushed in past the knuckle and flexed, bending and extending, twisting my hand as I went. I could kinda feel the smooth, but slimy walls hugging my thumb. I went for a spot that seemed tight, at the top and pressed down. “Ah! Right there! Right there!” He panted. “It’s like a mosquito bite that needs scratched. “ he put his hands on his ass and yanked his ass full open, his elbows holding back his knees, his head up, a look on his face like he was giving birth. Jesus, what was the deal with me and assholes? I had some freakish magic or something. I just let intuition guide me, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, wasn’t trained, even if there was such a thing as an asshole whisperer. Maybe I needed to switch careers and be a proctologist. I could make a fortune just doing whatever I wanted to people’s assholes. “Yeah!” He said. “Do it more, doitmore doitmore, ahhh fuck don’t stop.” I figured now was a good time to bring up my diagnosis and treatment. Dr. Assmunch, reporting for duty. Still yanking on his asshole from the inside with my bent thumb, now rougher, going deeper, pressing harder, I explained “ bro, this will heal up in a few days. Your next few shits will probably be torture , but it’s nothing you can’t recover from. There’s no blood, so you aren’t punctured. “ “Okay, but you can do this until I do right? It’s helping. God it’s helping so much. “. I stood up, his flaccid dick leaking pre-cum. He wasn’t even turned on, just leaking. I knew nothing about prostates back then, or I’d have realized I was literally prostate milking him. “Well, I could. But really, to get back on your feet and back to normal, you need the hair of the dog that bit you.” I explained. He was just laying there groaning and grunting as I stretched out his hole. “What?” He gasped between oh’s and moans. “Don’t be dumb, Wanker. You either need to work your hole with a dildo or something, or get someone to fuck you for a couple days. Until your hole relearns how to be a good little turd cutting starfish. “ “Stop joking around, Assmunch. I don’t get fucked.” He said, oblivious to the irony of my now two fingers violating him rather brutally. The remains of Sergeant Charlie’s nut was making quite a mess down there as I thrust and twisted. “Can’t you do it? I’ll owe you.” I looked down at him, feeling a bit sorry for him. I don’t know what I would do in his place. I’d probably just live with a painful itchy asshole. But my ass didn’t send me any signals even when I took a dump. I barely even felt it, no matter the size of the log I pushed out. Wanker here, though, whether because of getting a dick-down or for some other reason, sure seemed to get all sorts of feelings from his hole. Everyone is different, I suppose. “You already owe me. But I might have a solution that doesn’t involve me. Which is what I’d prefer.” I said. An idea came to me that might kill two birds with one stone. “Okay, what do I have to do?” He said, resigned to the fact that he couldn’t argue with the relief, and even pleasure he was getting. “You just have to stay like that and I’ll send Zeus in to do the job.” I explained. My read on Zeus, from our earlier conversation, and his reluctance to engage with us, get naked or shower with anyone, was that our God was gay. Everything made sense if you looked at it from that angle. He was worried about nothing though. The brothers wouldn’t care. Zeus could perform, that’s the bottom line. They’d tease him a bit, but not too much. He was still Zeus and his natural supreme confidence, masculinity, command and subtle dangerous demeanor meant if he chose, he could force any or all of us into submission. And when he got that particular look on his face, set his body just so, and a menace lit his eyes, he didn’t have to move or speak. “WHAT? No, bro don’t do that. If he saw me like this he’d lose all respect for me. The only reason you haven’t is because you know why this happened. And what if he tells someone?” “Zeus doesn’t work that way. You know that. He keeps his mouth shut, keeps to himself. He’ll do it because he wants to be included more. He’ll be willing to help you out. He’ll even do the three day stretch you need. It’s your only option unless you want to get a broom handle up there. I’d recommend a condom though, splinters would be bad. Or you could get a cucumber from the mess. They might not even ask why you want to take a cucumber back to your bunk. “ I took that opportunity to pull my slimy fingers out of his ass. He whimpered as his hole was left empty. Actually whimpered. “Fuck. Okay, but only him. “ Wanker gave in. “Oh, I have a feeling he’s going to be all you need, buddy. If he’s not man enough for the job, none of us would be.” I wiped my hand on Wanker’s underwear, and left the storage room. Of course Sleeper would be there talking to Zeus at the corridor junction. That wasn’t a problem though. I needed to meet up with him anyway. I walked up. “What’s up, bro?” Sleeper asked me. “Zeus wouldn’t let me past. Said you’d be out soon. What’s going on?” “Nothing important. Just a little project I’m working on. I’ll have Zeus finish up. Meet in the same place? I asked him. “Yep.” “Cool, give me a few. Gotta give Zeus some instructions and I’ll be right there. “ “Alright. Hey Zeus, it was nice talking with you. You’re pretty amazing.” Sleeper said. “Thanks for hanging out Sleeper. You’re… “ there was a pause. It almost seemed like he thought he’d gone too far. “Good.” That was the word he settled on, with a warm smile at Sleeper’s stunned face. I could see Sleeper just collapse into mush with Zeus’ smile and words. This was Sleeper, the rotten handsome prick with enough arrogance and self confidence to wet the panties of every woman who laid eyes on him. The guy who could take on five of us at once and have us tangled up and eating dirt in two minutes. The man who knew every designation, use, method and part to every weapon on the battlefield. And he turned into an idol worshiping fan girl with just a smile from Zeus. Yep, no one was going to have a problem with Zeus being gay. There might be a problem with who got to suck his dick. That was going to cause a few fights. Sleeper left for our meeting spot. I turned to Zeus. “Wanker needs your help. Do whatever you want. Do what comes naturally. Don’t overthink it. But, he’s got an issue that will only get resolved by fucking his ass. I gave him other options, but that’s the one he picked. Your dick will tell you what to do. Just, start gentle. Can you do that for me? And for him?” Zeus looked a little frightened . “I don’t know how.” He said. “You will know once you start, trust me. We all do. Don’t worry about him. He messed up his asshole, that’s why he was limping tonight. It needs to be forced back into shape, but he can’t stop clenching in pain. You’re going to loosen him up. Start gentle, like I said. You don’t have to fuck right away. You’ll know when the time is right. Once you get going, just fuck him any way you want. This is a big favor to ask, I know.” “Okay. I can do it.” He declared, confident once again. He started down the corridor to the storage room. “And Zeus? Have fun, it’s supposed to be fun.”

Would love to find him in my bed! 😈

I started at 5-6 when my 16 yr old brother used me to get his teenage cock sucked. I'm so grateful for that experience because I'm a passionate cocksucker today. I think boys should be introduced into male-male sexuality as young as possible.

Felt my hole twitching last night as I hung out late night after work. Started fingering my hole as I wore my girl’s crotchless panties. Started cruising grindr again. Wasn’t really expecting a hook up even though I had fully cleaned out, and my hole was dripping wet in anticipation. I get a message though. This time an anon 28yr heavy set white guy, nice thick 7” cut. Didn’t see his face, only a couple cock pics sent through the app. That was good enough for me. My wife was asleep upstairs but I invited him over anyway and told him it would have to be a quick pump and dump. He eagerly agreed. After a few minutes, he came through the door to my basement. Found me on all fours with my ass in the air. He got straight to it, first eating out my hole before sliding his cock balls deep. He pounded rough for 5 min or so, none stop, balls slapping my ass, until he asked me where I wanted his nut. I begged and moaned that he should breed me deep, to knock me up like a highschool slut. He pounded a few more times and then let out a deep guttural sigh as his cock convulsed and his seed shot deep in my guts. Thought he would leave after I cleaned off his cock with my throat, but instead it only got him harder. He told me to lean against the wall as he stood and blasted a second load into my sloppy pussy. Cleaned him a second time, tasting my sweet ass juice mixed with his cum, before he left promising another visit. After, I went and laid next to my wife as my wrecked hole leaked his anon cum on to our sheets. Feeling like such a slut.

My favourite bit is the AIDS whore dying just at the end of the story... I'm chasing AIDS because I want to die with AIDS, and a man who can kill a whore with his AIDS is the horniest thing possible for me...