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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. It wasn't based on any of my experiences either 😉 Unlike previous stories I've posted, it's not going to go on forever and there are only two main characters. There are only 7 parts. ------------------------------------ ---- Part 1 ---- My balls hurt, my dick hurt, I was exhausted and yet I'd never felt so alive. My whole body tingled in a good way that it hadn't since I spent that first weekend in college with Paul. He had just left to catch his flight back home with the last of the nine loads I'd given him that weekend safely plugged in his ass. I could feel his cum drip down my leg and it reminded me of all of those times we'd fucked over the past few years, almost daily when we were in school. We hadn't met face to face since we graduated over a year ago, but we talked and texted all the time. He took a job out west and I found one on the opposite side of the country. Now he was my ex, but we were still friends. While we had been boyfriends in college for three years, we also fucked other guys. I was more of a bottom and he was one of those 99% tops. I think I fucked him once the entire time we dated, every other guy I topped was either a hookup or a friend. Let me rewind a little, to where I think our reunion all began. I really liked my job and it paid more than I ever thought I would get as a fresh-from-school guy. It was a varied group of people and I'd made a few friends there. Some of them would meet on Fridays after work at a bar and chill out and I was almost always there. The project was coming to and end and one of the guys told me "just FYI, this is probably the last pub meet until the project ends. The next month is going to be brutal." A few of the other guys nodded and one, who I knew was the other gay guy on my project team, said "Yeah, only a few hours to sleep each day and no time to even jack off during your morning shower before you're back at work." The comment shocked me but I could tell from his reaction that he was telling the truth. It meant I really needed to find a hookup that weekend or else I would probably go crazy by the end of the project. I knew I couldn't last more than a week without at least some sexual gratification and a month would be hell. First, I needed to catch up on all the other boring shit so that I was prepared until I got my life back. A run to the megamart got enough frozen dinners and cans of soup, along with other necessities to last me for the next four weeks. Several other stops meant that I spent Saturday night doing laundry instead of looking for dick. I tried to fix that on Sunday though. Sunday had different ideas. Everyone seemed to want to chat or meet for coffee or wanted more pictures. It was a nice early summer day, but all the top guys wanted to stay in their homes surfing instead of fucking. As each hour ticked by, my search criteria got wider. It's not that I was really picky, but I usually had better experiences with guys my own age and size. I knew, though, that I needed to get fucked and the city was crowded with tons of other bottoms. I wasn't a model, but I thought I looked good and the time spent at the gym the past nine months had firmed up my physique. The six-pack was still a ways off, but my formerly twink shape was now getting some muscle in my arms and legs, and the rest was getting more defined. I was naturally smooth and I'd switch between a small trimmed bush I had now and shaved pubes around my average sized cut cock. Even my bubble butt was firmer than it had ever been. The longer I looked, the hornier I got. I even started looking at versatile guys, which in my experience meant that they topped only during a full moon. That's where I found him. His body had a few extra pounds and he was a few years older than me, but the cock pic is what got my eye. Eight inches of upward curving manhood that I bet would feel really good inside me. A few messages later told me that he'd checked out of his hotel and was hoping to fuck another ass before going to the airport for his flight home. While I didn't like inviting strange guys to my apartment, if I wanted dick from this guy that's what I'd have to do. There weren't any other good possibilities, either. He was even more generic when he showed up. No infectious smile, no jewelry, no ink, just a pair of big brown eyes that seemed to be looking deep into my soul. Oh, and a silly little soft mustache over his lip that really didn't fit his face. But it was his dick that I wanted. A couple minutes later, we were both naked and I was sucking on his cock. The curve made it hard to deep throat in the position he seemed to like, but I got it slick with my spit and was soon on my knees on the bed. He hard fucked me doggy for a while, which was surprising since he was so quiet otherwise. After drilling me like that for fifteen minutes, he tossed me on my back and fucked a little softer for another fifteen minutes. I remembered looking up at his big brown eyes as he pumped the first of three loads of cum inside me and I realized he had fucked me bare. I never did that with hookups, but we were both really horny and the subject of condoms never came up. It had turned me on though, since as soon as I felt the first spurt of his cum, I shot my own surprisingly big load over my chest. A quick rest and we started up with round two which was nearly the same as round 1. It repeated again for the third time, but while the time was shorter, the load felt just as big. Two hours later, he walked out of my apartment to catch his plane and I laid there feeling my hole ache from the abuse it had just taken. It wasn't long and I was sound asleep. Monday morning, I woke up and hit the bathroom. A small bit of cum dribbled out of my ass and when I got off the toilet, I looked in the bowl and there were a few splotches of red inside the cream floating in the water. With as sore as my hole was, I wasn't really surprised. I realized I had to get showered and off to work for the "final push" to finish the project on time and not piss off the customer. The next few weeks were a blur. Sixteen hour days were the norm and we worked the first two weekends just like they were weekdays. A few nights I even slept at work and we all joked about wearing the same clothes for a few days at a time. None of the guys shaved the entire time and we all looked really scruffy after the first week. Some of the guys had pretty decent beards by the end of the second week and I was surprised at how good I looked with facial hair. The task list was down to only a few items by Wednesday on the third week and I was just helping out other people. Thursday morning I woke up feeling really rough and sweaty. I took a long shower and made it to work a little late. As the day wore on, I felt worse and worse. Friday morning I felt like death, but I knew corpses wouldn't ache like I did. "Corey, you look like hell. We're almost done, go home and get some rest. You really worked your ass off these past three weeks and I appreciate it. But... no sense killing yourself. Recharge those batteries and we'll call you if we need you" my boss said, keeping some distance between us in case I had something contagious. I went back home and by noon I was sound asleep. I woke a few times, always sweating and feeling sore all over. Saturday was the same except the glands in my neck were swollen and hard, and I had a few places on my body covered in rash. I had always slept naked but now I was varying between feeling frozen and boiling, so either I was on top of the covers or buried deep under every blanket I owned. Sunday was more of the same but I was starting to feel a little better. By evening, I could even eat one of the two dozen cans of soup I'd bought. I had just finished one when my phone rang. "Shit... I hope it's not work" I thought to myself. "Hey, dude! I was about ready to send out a search party. I haven't heard from you for a few weeks and you never returned my calls" Paul said with a mixture of cheerfulness and concern. "I feel like shit. Been living at work trying to finish a project and I guess I ran myself down. Been home sick since Friday" I replied. "Damn, that sucks. You should be out enjoying the warm weather and guys in speedos, looking for the biggest bulge" Paul replied with a chuckle. "Fuck, I haven't had time to even think about sex. Good thing I hooked up with that guy before work took over my life" I told Paul, trying to remember what the hookup looked like and all I could remember was his cock. Paul replied "Good. Hope he was a fun fuck. It's been a week since my last and my dick is getting hard when I see almost any guy." I laughed but my chest still hurt and the rash was even bigger than it was on Saturday. "Yeah, strange but good. Broke my condoms-only rule for hookups but he was pretty good. Fucked me hard doggy and then flipped me on my back and was slower and more sensual until he built up speed and then came by the gallon. We did that three times before he took off" I explained. "He bred you three times in one day? I think I only did that a couple times with you. He must have been one hot dude for you to give it up like that" Paul replied. He knew I usually played safe with anyone other than a boyfriend. "Nah, pretty plain, actually. Nice dick and these big eyes that he stared at me with while he fucked me on my back. Pretty quiet too, just a loud growl when he shot his load. He had a weird grin on his face after the last shot and before he pulled out. All I expected was a pump and dump, but I won't complain about two hours of good sex" I replied, before I drank more water and still felt dehydrated. "Oh? Sounds like a memorable fuck, even if the guy wasn't. Uh... what are your symptoms?" Paul asked. He sounded really curious, which I thought weird but I told him how I had felt. The more I talked he'd keep responding with "hmm" or "mmm." Another chill ran through my body and I pulled the blanket back over me. "Uh... Corey... I think you should probably get tested. That hookup might have given you more than a good time. Those symptoms sound close to what I've heard you get when you convert to being HIV positive" Paul told me. "What? No... It was just a regular fuck. It didn't feel any different... other than he was better than most hookups" I said, my mind spinning at warp speed. "Yeah, maybe. No harm in finding out. Wait until you're feeling better and hit a clinic or your doc. Nothing to freak about, anyway" Paul responded, casually. All I said was "OK" as I started to freak out, but quietly. "I gotta go. Let me know what happens" Paul said before hanging up. Monday I still felt like crap and my boss was understanding. "Just get better, there's only a couple people here and the rest are catching up on sleep from the past few weeks. Oh, and the customer is really happy, so it wasn't in vain" he said. Wednesday I finally felt good enough to go to work and by Friday I was almost back to normal. Paul's words still haunted me and I wondered what I should do. The next Tuesday after work I went to a clinic up in boystown that did free STD testing. I had been there before and was a little more relaxed than the first time I went, but still nervous. Friday I went in to get the results. I was stunned and just wandered home and collapsed on the couch for the next few days.

THE HOLE As we stepped into the warm, dimly lit room, the smell of sweat hit us. Everyone was shirtless and most guys were not wearing pants - jocks, booty shorts, underwear. A sea of men overwhelmed the room. Nic grabbed me and pulled me over to the bar. Next to it was a table with a clothes check. We looked at each other and immediately started unbuckling. I take my jeans off and Nic drops his shorts. Both of us bulging in our jock straps while we handed the guy our clothes. We move to the bar, standing face to face, angling toward the bar. Both of our smooth swimmer jock asses exposed and guys are not shy about grabbing us, running their hands along our backs, and grabbing the band of our jocks. We both get beer and move to the back of the room. Standing face to face against a wall, drinking our beer and taking in the room. Me – I fuckin’ love this place. Nic – Me too. I’m so fucking glad we came here! Me – Me too. Glad we’re here together. Nic – Same bro. I’m so glad you’re into this kind of place. Me – I’m into everything about this place! We both laugh. We’re loving the attention and gently press our bulges together. Nic – I think we’re going to get into trouble here. Me – Oh, how much trouble? Nic – Loads of trouble. Nic grabs my harness, jerking me toward him, pulling me in for a kiss. I eagerly kiss him back, responding to his tongue and running my free hand down his side. His entire body is absolutely perfect. Nic – So you really like being a slut, Braden? I nod at him, grinning. I kiss him again. Nic looks over at a hallway off to the back of the room, next to the bathroom. Nic – Let’s see what kind of slut you are. Me – Hell yes, as long as you come with me! Nic – I wouldn’t miss it! We finish our beer and leave the glasses on the bar. As we walk toward the hallway by the bathroom, I can feel everyone looking at us. It might only be in my mind, but I can sense it. Nic holds my hand as we walk into the small dark room. As he squeezes it, I feel the amazing joy of his touch with the excitement of what I am about to do. I can tell he is just as excited as I am and I love that I don’t have to worry about being judged. He wants me to be a nasty slut and I really want to see how far he’ll go. The room is busy and it’s dark, but not too dark to tell what’s going on. A couple guys fucking in the corner, some oral, and one guy is getting whipped with his hands tied to the wall. We are immediately surrounded by guys. I grin at Nic and drop to my knees. I open my mouth and pull the first cock I see over to my lips. Immediately taking it into my mouth, I suck it down my throat. Looking up, I see Nic making out with the guy I’m blowing. His thick cock tastes amazing and I grab a dick to my right and reach for Nic’s cock with my left hand. He helps me out, pulling his cock from his jock and slapping it on my face. I pull off the guy I’m sucking to get at Nic’s cock. I look up at him as I slowly take his beautiful 8-inch dick into my mouth. He looks down at me, smiling. Nic – Yeah Braden, fuckin’ suck my dick you slut! Nic moans out as I take his cock right into my throat. His beautiful smooth teen cock tastes so good. So fresh and delicious. The precum is sweet and flowing. I bob up and down on his cock for longer than I realize. He pulls my head off his cock and slides down to meet me on his knees. We kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. I can feel guys running their hands over me, through my hair, and I feel a finger probe my ass. Nic – You had me too close to cumming. I don’t want to shoot this first load too soon! Me – Fair, but I definitely want to make you cum. Nic – Oh you will. Now suck that cock! Nic pushes my mouth onto the closest dick and takes another in his mouth. Both of us are on our knees, side by side, sucking dick with our backs pressed against the wall. Nic pulls his mouth off the dick and strokes it, looking at me. I do the same. He leans over and wispers in my ear. Nic – You look so hot with your mouth on that random dick! Nic is sucking some fit daddy and I have my lips pressed into a mid-30s cub with a hairy body. Great uncut dick, leaking tons of precum. Nic stands up. I do the same. We both stand face to face with our hands on each other’s harnesses. I feel hands on my hips and someone presses a bottle of poppers between me and Nic. We both lean in and take a deep hit. I look down and see someone holding Nic’s waist. I feel a hard raw dick slapping my lower back and running along my ass. Nic smiles and nods at me. Nic – Fuck Braden, you gonna do it? You gonna let him fuck you bareback? Me – Mmm, is that what you want to see me do? Take this guy’s cock? A couple guys nearby groan and moan, hissing “fuck yeah!” and “Do it you sluts!” I look around and there is a thick wall of guys shoulder to shoulder watching us. Nic and I stare right into each other. Me - I want it! Nic – Oh fuck, Braden, he’s in me! I feel the cock behind me pressing on my hole. I relax, letting him in. He slides in with a steady push and bottoms out. I groan, feeling the perfection of a random raw dick starting to fuck me. Me – Fuck yeah babe, he’s in me too! Fuck that feels so good! Nic – Fuck yeah Braden, take that raw dick you slutty faggot! We stare into each other as we both get fucked. I moan. Nic moans. I feel the sweaty hairy belly of the guy fucking me, grinding on my smooth, slick back. It feels perfect. I love that I’m not even looking at the guy fucking me, just starring right back at Nic. Watching him take it like a very experienced slut. Guys are jerking off around us, some are slapping their cocks on our hips, smearing precum on our jocks. My mouth slightly open, moaning as I milk the raw dick that is pounding my hole. Me – Yes, fuck me! Oh give me that dick, please! HARDER!! My harness is grabbed and I’m shoved forward, my head slamming into Nic. Our faces pressed together hard, and we love it. I take his tongue in my mouth and we both moan into each other. The guy fucking me slaps my ass, hard. I yelp as he does and slams into me harder, turning me to face the wall. I put both hands up to the wall and look to my right, seeing Nic’s smooth fit body being used by a gorgeous black muscle daddy. The guy fucking me grabs my hair, pulling it hard as he long strokes in and out. Hissing at me, he asks “You want me to cum up your ass, you fucking slut?” I just moan and push back on his cock. Nic – Fuck yeah, shoot your load into that faggot’s hole. Unload in him…he loves it! The guy fucking Nic leans over and says something into his ear, but I can’t tell what it is. Nic – Yeah man, I don’t care. I don’t think he does either. Braden, you want this guy to pump his cum deep in your ass, right? Me – Fuck yes! I want it! Nic – Cause you’re a nasty cumdump that let’s anyone cum inside you? Me – Hell yes. Mmmm I love taking loads, babe! Nic – Fuck yeah, you bitch! You take any load no matter what, right? Me – Fuck yeah. Always! Nic – Fuck yeah you do, you dirty fucking skank! Man, I love seeing you like this! We both moan, grinning at each other, milking the raw dicks that are using our holes. Me – Fuck yes, please cum in me. Pump your load deep into my fucking guts man. I want you to! Nic – Oh fuck yeah, do us both. Fucking blow it in us, please! We need it! The guy fucking me spits on my cheek and screams out. Grabbing my harness and jerking me back hard, he groans and slams in, holding his cock hard inside me. I can feel his dick throbbing, making my body melt while he shoots his load balls deep inside me. I look at Nic and we’re both moaning. The guy fucking my date is clearly cumming inside him right now. We both nod at each other. After about a minute they pull out of us. I immediately drop to my knees and turn. Both of them put their cocks in my face. Eagerly, I clean them off. Nic smiles down at me, watching me lick both of the cocks that just bred us nice and clean, tasting four different flavors of cum and ass. Without saying anything, they both turn and walk away. I stand up and the crowd seems to just naturally pull us deeper into the room. We are moved toward two parallel benches. I step away from Nic and kneel down on a bench. Nic does the same. I look over at him as I feel a guy step up behind me. I don’t even look to see who it is. I’m just looking at Nic, seeing a guy step up behind him too. As if they did it on purpose, both of them push their raw dicks into us. Sliding easily into our cunts. We moan and smile at each other. A couple dicks are pushed into our faces. We turn our heads to open our mouth and start sucking. The fucking is intense and hard. The dick pushing into my throat is hard. My hair grabbed as this sleazy looking bald guy starts to fuck my face. I moan, loving the taste of his bumpy dick, working his piss slit with my tongue, worshiping his cock. There is so much precum, it’s hard to believe. He’s moaning a lot. Then suddenly, without any noise or words, his cock erupts in my mouth, shooting cum down my throat. I eagerly suck it all down and then feel another load of cum spraying my face. The cock in my ass shoves in hard and throbs. The cock from my mouth pulls out, followed by the one from my ass. I feel empty. But it is only a couple seconds until I feel the familiar push of another dick at my ass. I let him in right away and he sinks in balls deep. I open my mouth and take the next dick into my throat. Blissed out, I continue. Loving every second. Every taste. Every feel. Begging for every load. To be continued…

The guy who snickers at you in front of his friends now won't be snickering later that night when he's got you bent over in a dark corner, your ass is gripping his cock like a vise, and he's seconds away from nutting inside you. Regardless of what men say, they appreciate easy sexual outlets. Think of what it means for you to satisfy 10–20 men each week. After you've made them cum, they are ready to go back to being good husbands/boyfriends, good dads, good workers, etc. During crises like the one we are living through now, there's always glowing talk about "heroes". To me, bottom sluts who provide satisfaction to lots of men are the unsung heroes who keep society running.

Okay, Karen. I'm sure management is on the way.

Part 4: The Mystery Man Reappears Over the next week or two, Jake and Sean became practically inseparable. Both in public and in private. They came and went from work in Jake’s sleek sportscar, and inevitably ate lunch together in Jake’s office, giving rise to a great deal of comment (some of it jealous) among other members of the staff. The post-work visits to The Corner continued, twice a week at least, and caused even more jealousy. Numerous patrons who’d had their eye on Jake for a while were dismayed to find that they’d suddenly been cut out of the chase by the hot young stud with the killer Asiatic face and lean, muscular runner’s body. Back in Jake’s apartment, a whole array of 24/7 cameras could scarcely have captured a moment when they weren’t attached to each other -- in some way or other. Sean continued creating incredible meals for dinner each night, but the rule about the kitchen not being big enough for two men seemed to have gone by the wayside. It wasn’t at all unusual now to find Jake helping out by washing the veggies while rubbing elbows with Sean at the chopping board. Or perhaps he’d be stirring a pan full of savoury sauce with Sean draped over his shoulder, “just to make sure that you’re doing it right.” After dinner, they would cuddle up to watch a game or movie, or just sit and talk for hours. Or start the evening with an early shower. The guest bathroom and bedroom had been tidied up and put back in order for the next guest. Now, they showered together in the master suite, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other, or splashing each other in the face, or kissing. Or groping cock and grabbing ass. Or sucking and fucking. Then, after they’d towelled off, they’d retire to bed for more kissing, sucking, fucking, and breeding. Jake had always had a high level of sexual endurance, but Sean was really testing him to his limits. The younger guy was a damn satyr -- always horny, always hard, and always eager for another round. One night, after he’d worn out Jake’s hole for three loads, Jake asked, “How the hell did you ever get such great grades in college if you were always busy fucking up a storm every night?” Sean looked at him, quite seriously for once, and said, “It never got this crazy in college. I guess I was just never this turned on before.” The guys found that they were falling easily into a routine in other areas of their life as well, from trips to their respective gyms to shopping. All this time, no further news reports had surfaced of young men being abused, assaulted, or injured. The guy who’d had to be taken to the hospital was released and recovering at home, as the news reported. Jake had begun wondering if the assailant had left town or had been picked up by the police on another and unrelated charge. It didn’t seem unlikely, somehow. All the same, he kept his guard up in public, and did his best to remain publicly visible in company at all times. Of course, having Sean in the role of “company” wasn’t hard to take at all. The younger man was still an awe-inspiring piece of eye candy, and it was kind of fun to walk along the street and watch all the other gay men’s heads swivelling at the sight of such a hot-looking couple. Daddy and his Boy they most certainly were not, although some of the more sarcastic onlookers no doubt made snide comments to that effect. Jake couldn’t help wondering, though, what would happen is Sean decided that it was time to move back to his own apartment. The very next night after Jake first had that thought, as it happened, Sean said to Jake (during another extended shower), “My ass feels back to normal now. Do you think you’re ready to wreck it for me?” “I don’t want to ruin your hole again, but I’ve been ready for your ass ever since the day you were hired. Turn around.” Obediently, Sean spun around and planted his hands against the wall. Jake slid right up against him, wrapping his arms tightly around that lean, hard body and sliding his dick into the crack between those firm, round ass cheeks. Sean moaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, that cock feels good in my crack.” He humped outwards with his hips as Jake began sliding up and down, rubbing his hard tool against Sean’s muscle butt. Then, he let go, slid all the way down onto his knees, and finally got to taste the hot young guy’s ass for the first time. Damn, I’ve died and gone to heaven – that was the thought that ran through Jake’s mind as he slid his face deep into the furry crack, teasing the hole with his tongue. Kissing, licking, and sucking, Jake worked from side to side and up and down, going all around the tight hole and then digging right into it. It was over two weeks since the Mystery Man, as they now called him, had shredded Sean’s ass with his brutal assault, but Jake was hearing nothing but pleasure from his young friend and that convinced him, more than any words, that Sean was ready to take what he was dying to give. He redoubled his pressure on the hole, and slid his tongue inside, stabbing inwards with it like a miniature sneak preview of the main event to follow. Sean moaned aloud, “Fuck, yeah,” and pushed his ass back even harder against Jake’s tongue. Jake kept working that tongue in and out of the hole until it began to loosen and open, then stood up and reached over Sean’s shoulder to the toiletry rack – and the small tube of lube waiting there alongside the shampoos and lotions. First, he applied some to his fingers and slid them in, one at a time, pushing, twisting, and sliding. Sean was rising up on his toes, arching his back, doing everything he could to get something more, something bigger, inside his hole. Jake then drizzled some lube on his rock-hard dick and pressed it against the tight little hole. To his surprise, it opened readily and let his head in – then clamped down hard as soon as he got part of the shaft inside. Undaunted, he started rotating his hips to work his cock into that tight hole like a corkscrew – and it worked. The eight-inch shaft slowly vanished inside Sean’s super-tight butt, bit by bit, until the whole thing was buried inside him. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean again and began teasing his nipples as he slowly drew his cock back out, then sank it all in again. Sean moaned aloud as Jake worked his cock in and out. Jake muttered, “Damn, can’t remember when I’ve had to work so hard to screw a tight ass.” Sean came back quietly with, “I just figured I should make you work for it.” With that, Jake suddenly and forcefully slammed his tool all the way in, making Sean cry out. “That game works both ways,” he whispered wickedly in Sean’s ear. Sean was now panting audibly as Jake began pumping harder and faster. His fingers were clawing at the wall as if he was afraid of losing his grip and falling down. The water continued pouring over them, and Jake’s hips made a wet smacking sound every time they hit Sean’s cheeks. Jake could tell this was going to be a quick first round for the evening. His breath was coming in shorter gasps too, as he drove harder and harder, whipping in and out of Sean’s hole and building up towards an epic breeding. Sean could tell too. “Fuck, Jake, that’s terrific – don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum.” “I’m going to be right there with you. You better be ready for the old man to breed your hot young hole.” “Yeah, fuck, yeah, give it to me! Give it….” Sean’s words trailed off into a wordless guttural cry as his cock leaped up and shot cum right up the shower wall above his head. It kept pulsing and pumping out his seed as Jake drove in the last few high-speed strokes, his hips a flying blur as he slammed in and out and then gave a loud yell himself, thrusting as far in as he could go, forcing his cock deep inside and firing blasts of seed right up into Sean’s tight young guts. It took a few minutes for their breathing to return to normal. At last, Jake turned off the shower, and then slowly extracted his still-hard cock from Sean’s ass. A stream of cum poured out after it as the well-fucked hole took its time to close. Sean slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone look on his face. “You okay, Sean?” Slowly, the younger guy answered. “My hole’s fine. And me, I’m a lot more than okay. I’ve never had a sensational fuck like that before and I’ve never cum hands-free when I’ve been bottoming. If I’d known it could be this amazing, I’d have been doing it a lot more often.” “That’s just the way I felt, the first night you sneaked into my room and fucked me.” They both chuckled. Jake picked up the towel, but instead of dropping it into Sean’s outstretched hand, he began drying that athletic body himself. It seemed only fair, then, for Sean to grab the other towel and return the favour once Jake was finished. There was also a lot of kissing going on while they dried each other off. They went to bed, then, and passed some more prolonged time kissing and stroking each other until both of their cocks began to refill for a second round. This time, Sean felt like mounting on top of Jake and riding his cock, facing his partner while Jake lay back and enjoyed the view. The view was pretty awesome, and that was no lie. Sean had an amazing way of curling his abs each time he pulled up, so his shoulders remained still but his hips still rose and fell on Jake’s tool. Watching those abs flex each time Sean rose up was a real sight for sore eyes. Watching Sean’s impressive cock bouncing in front of him, rock-hard and dripping pre-cum, made just as fine a spectacle. Jake let him have his way for a while, but then he began to concentrate on the sensation of that tight hole stroking his dick, and decided it was time to take charge again. He grasped Sean’s hips and held them still while he began driving his cock straight up into the younger guy’s ass, pounding his hole vertically while Sean grabbed his own tool and began jerking it like a madman. Once again, they came right together, Jake’s load pumping up into Sean’s colon while Sean fired his cum all over Jake’s face, pecs, and abs. After he’d exhausted his supply of cum, Sean collapsed across Jake’s chest, while Jake’s cock slowly softened and then slipped out of his overworked ass. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean’s chest while they kissed some more, and then slowly rolled onto his side until they were lying side by side again, still kissing and stroking each other’s sweat-sheened bodies. After a time, Sean finally got sleepy. Jake lay awake a little while after Sean fell asleep, thinking. He was no fool. He realized that the younger guy was falling for him – and he was enough of a realist to admit that he was falling in love too. What he couldn’t decide was if he was an old fool for falling for a younger man, or if this really was meant to happen. On Friday of that week, they were sitting at their usual booth seats in the corner of The Corner, working through their drinks and not talking about anything major -- when Sean suddenly tensed and grabbed Jake’s hand across the table. He leaned closer, and said quietly, “Don’t make a noise, but just turn slowly around and look who walked in the door.” Jake turned and looked. The first thing he noticed was what was recognizably his own face, looking around the bar. He quickly scanned down and recognized that the stranger was the same height as him, but heavier through the waist and hips – not with overweight, but with the sort of strength that comes from doing hard manual labour for years. As the man’s eyes swept towards him, Jake turned back to Sean, who was shrinking into the corner, trying to stop the man from seeing him. He didn’t need to say a word for Jake to know at once that this was the Mystery Man who had all but raped Sean in the woods, an event which had led Sean and him to become a couple. And – impossible as it seemed – the Mystery Man looked just like he could be Jake’s twin brother.

I'd had one disastrous relationship that ended with the partner dying at 32 from alcoholism induced liver failure. After that soul wrenching experience I was not keen on looking for or having any other relationship beyond the string up hookups I was used to. My current partner I met totally by accident at Furry Weekend Atlanta (yes, I am a pup and a Furry) and he wound up being one of the guys to come help me move to Atlanta in mid-2019 after I sold my house in Chattanooga. We really hit it off and started hanging out. By the time DragonCon rolled around several months later we decided to call it boyfriends and everyone that knew us all went "it's about time you two figured it out." We now live together and I couldn't be happier. We both reject Xian sexual monogamy as unnatural and unhealthy and he even been the camera guy on some of my porn shoots. It's great to have someone to come home to and to pal around with and even have sex with. We still enjoy casual sex with other guys--sometimes together, sometimes apart--though I am way more promiscuous than he is, and he is not only fine with it, he encourages it.

KEVIN ************** I didn’t deserve Thomas Andrew Brickmann, I felt unworthy of the vastness of his love for me. I promised myself, after The Kiss, that I would never betray his trust in me by forcing myself on him, and I was content to receive what he felt he could give. I let him decide the limits, the boundaries beyond which I wouldn’t stray. The last four and a half months were more than I could ever ask for. He touched me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, every single day. He went out of his way to find me on the days we both were busy. He listened on those rare occasions I needed to say more than five words in a row. He somehow knew the times I didn’t need to speak (which was my usual ) just sitting beside me quietly watching my face, running his hand through my long hair. I think he liked my hair. After he met Carol, I tried to give him his space, but he never allowed it, seeking me out wherever I hid. I went on way too many dates with them, but because he was Tom, with that bottomless pit filled with love, kindness, self-awareness and concern, I never once felt like I was on the outside. I wondered often if that part of him would survive the Army. I have no idea what he saw in me, or why he always told me I was hot, which felt kinda strange to hear my straight best friend calling me hot. But I was grateful. Especially because he looked like he did. I guess he thought I suffered from low self esteem, which I didn’t. I never corrected him because it made me feel good when he said it. He wasn’t thick and meaty like me, he was like a panther, all sleek muscle, graceful movements, no unnecessary bulk. I think my single thigh was only slightly smaller around than his 28 or 29 inch waist. His thighs were perfect ellipses that reminded me of a motorcycle gas tank, wider at the top and tapering down to his knees. His chest was a work of art, an horizontal archer’s bow, recurved, the tips of which flowed effortlessly across his armpit to become his amazing delts. From the side his upper back curved out equally to his chest, pulling in drastically to his flat stomach and back, before flaring out again to the round, tight melons of his ass. His hair was brown, but not as dark as mine, and he kept it short on the sides and back. The top was only long enough to comb over with a precise part, maybe an inch long at most. He told me his dad was military so he’d grown up getting haircuts on base and trendy hair didn’t feel or look right on him. When he felt any emotion, he turned various shades of pink and red. I learned to identify them all, I always knew what he was feeling. Happy was the barest flush, just a tinge on his cheekbones and forehead. Anger was a deep red, near blood like, but I only saw that once. Tom wasn’t angry, he didn’t have it in him. Embarrassment turned him the most adorable pink, over his entire head, even his combed part. Disgust made his temples, nose and chin flare up like cherries, which is how he silently looked at his former best friend, who called him a faggot when the news of our Kiss caused everyone to believe Tom was gay. I hated that. Tom never said he wasn’t, he said he didn’t feel the need to correct anyone’s foolish assumptions. If they wanted to know the truth, they could ask him politely. There were plenty who asked… but none who asked in earnest, polite words. They were asking for gossip, all of them. He just gave them all the stare. The stare that said they were gone, choosing to make them disappear from his reality. It was fascinating to me, to watch him disappear them, his eyes clearly showing there was nothing there for him to see, looking right through them. I don’t know how he did it, but everything but them existed for him. He’d turn to me and say something, his eyes smiling. He wasn’t upset, hurt or angered by it, how could he feel those things about nothing? Never a hint of color on his smooth angular face. It took him two months to disappear his former best friend. That betrayal must have been unbearable for the disappearing to take that long. Tom never spoke about it, even when I asked. “You’re the only best friend I need to talk about, Kev.” But love, that was the softest shade of deep pink, almost matching his lips. And those lips, that mouth. He always said his mouth was too big, but it wasn’t. It was wide and full, so expressive. He could get a tennis ball inside, he showed me once. But it matched his head. And his large, hooked, proud Roman nose. And his deep brown eyes like the richest earth. What he didn’t know, what I never told him, was that I found my own place in that kiss. Where he said he disappeared, I felt more real, more solid. I felt more ‘me’ than I ever thought I could be. That was Tom’s gift, I think. He could make anyone be the most solid version of themselves they could ever achieve. He found places in me I never knew I had, that Saturday night. My 18th birthday celebration he released me. “Set me down.” I told him. He effortlessly released my legs while he still held my entire weight with his left arm across my back. My legs slowly found the floor. Damn he was strong. Then he let me go and went to stand next to Carol. I had to admit, she was pretty. Slender, athletic, sleek, and just as tall as Tom. Their crotches lined up perfectly, her breasts in line with his pecs. I could see both of their nipples were hard beneath their shirts. Carol’s long blonde hair was always in a ponytail and tonight was no different. I’d never seen her with a face full of makeup like so many other girls. She wasn’t a fragile porcelain doll. She was all life and confidence, outgoing but not over the top. She went with the flow, just like Tom. I guess that’s why they made such a great couple. They say opposites attract, but Tom and Carol put a lie to that. Oh, did you think I was going to describe her tits, her legs and her butt for you? Okay, she had all three. They were nice I suppose, for a girl. Tom looked at her, then turned back to me raising his eyebrows and grinning. “Well? My dick is about to shoot in my shorts. How about Carol teaches you how to give a right proper blowjob to start out? Using my dick for practice, of course.” That was Tom, always knew exactly the right thing to say to me, to put me at ease. The reason my nerves were shot all day wasn’t because I was scared about sex with Tom, it was because I had no experience. I didn’t know what to do. What if I did it all wrong? I’d never even had a blowjob myself, to compare. “Perfect!” Carol clapped her hands. Then she reached over and grabbed the neck of Tom’s tee shirt blindly from beside him, still looking at me. A smile I can only describe as almost evil, but playful transformed her pretty face. She pulled his tee shirt forward and thrust her arm up over his head, then yanked it violently off his body, his sculpted arms flying up through the sleeves before falling limp to his sides. All in one swift complete movement from start to finish. Like a magician revealing her trick. Where did she learn that? Tom’s grin never left his face, but I saw a new color. The top of his chest, his shoulders, the sides of his neck, up the sides of his face were all a graduated shift from red to pink. “You probably haven’t seen this one before.” Her voice was sultry. Her index finger sliding lazily from his forehead down to his chest. “It’s desire. It means he’s loving it, he wants it. He’s very turned on.” Tom let out a groan. “You can tell how turned on by how far the red travels up into the pink. When the red gets to here,” she caressed his neck, grabbing his esophagus lovingly, and began stroking it up an down like a cock. “When it gets to here he’s completely yours.” Tom’s head was thrown back, stretching his throat fully as if begging her to rip it out. The tube of his esophagus was so prominent she could almost get her fingers all the way around it. Watching her jerk off his throat melted a link of the chain I had leashed myself with, the beautiful pink of his skin sliding over the striated ridges of his trachea like a foreskin. I wanted that. He was so pliable, so willing. She was talking about him as if he wasn’t there. As if he wasn’t a person, but a thing, like a nature show about how the octopus changes its color to camouflage itself, or how a cuttlefish attracts its mate. I could see his chest heaving with deep, rapid breaths, his nostrils flared to allow more air. The red was creeping up. She let go of his throat. “But he won’t be mine tonight. You’re going to take him. I’ll teach you all about him. Inside and out.” The groan that came from his mouth was more growl than moan, expressing both pleasure and an animalistic need. Her voice was hypnotic. I was in charge, but she was in control. At that moment I realized what she did for Tom, because she was doing it to me. My dick was throbbing and I hadn’t done a single thing yet, hadn’t even moved. Seeing Tom being treated like a plaything, and watching his hot, sinewy body reduced to clay in her hands was beyond erotic, it was near maddening. I couldn’t imagine the pleasure he was feeling, the need and desperation driving his flexing muscles to tremble. She was a master, and we were her puppets, and she could make us dance and twist with only words. Suddenly, she smacked him hard, REALLY hard, like with all her strength across his handsome face, then seized one of his nipples violently, yanking on it and making him stumble. It had to be so painful. “No, you’re not going to cum. Not yet.” He whimpered, his eyes pleading with her. “Fucking bloody hell.” I gasped. The brutality of it all shocked me, that she had it in her, that Tom allowed it. Tom’s eyes darted to mine over her shoulder and he gave me a diabolical grin. “It does the trick. I think you see now, she can make me cum without even touching me, if she wants. And she always knows when I’m just about to cum, I have no idea how. If she doesn’t stop me, I’ll spill my seed before she’s done with me. I’ve tried to hide it, be sneaky about it, even see it as a challenge to fool her and shoot without her knowing. But I never get past her, and she won’t tell me how she knows I’m going to pop. Baby girl here can fucking wreck me. Learn everything from her. No leash Kev. I can take it. I WANT to take it.” And then he licked his lips, slowly. “Fuck my balls are KILLING ME!” He yelled, throwing his head back again. She turned around to look at me and gave a shrug, her face unimpressed, her voice bored. “Too bad. This isn’t for you.” She threw a mischievous smile at me, winking. He couldn’t see that. I felt another link in my chain melt. This was fun, meant to be fun. “Have you ever tasted cum, Kevin?” She asked me bluntly. I was caught off guard, but saw no reason to lie, or not answer. My eyes twitched for a second or two, then stilled. “Just my own.” She laughed. It wasn’t derisive, or mocking. It was oddly liberating. It was a discovery of new unexpected joy. I found myself laughing with her, the first time other than with Tom that I didn’t feel self conscious about how deep and booming my laugh was. I never let myself laugh unless it was just Tom and me. “You’re going to love his cum.” She came over to me to pull me closer to Tom. “It’s so salty, sweet, and thick. And he cums a lot in every squirt, each pump sprays a mouthful.” I could see her watching Tom closely. “His beautiful cock gets so hard just before he cums, it starts throbbing, and you can feel the sperm flowing up the shaft, which expands to make room for the volume of it. His dick is already thick, it gets thicker. It’s like nectar…” without breaking off she smacked him hard again and reached under his arm to grab the sweaty hair of his armpit, twisting it violently. Another whimper. More pleading eyes. “Uh uh uh, no no”. She stroked his cheek, where her handprint stood out. Then she put her fingers covered with his armpit sweat deep inside his mouth. He didn’t even blink. I watched his jaw move and imagined he was licking it clean. “I told you my tongue wasn’t the only thing going in your mouth tonight, didn’t I?” She said to him. He nodded. She turned to me. “You know with his amazing mouth he can swallow my hand, right? His mouth is so perfect.” I was too stunned to reply. And she shoved her hand past her wrist into his mouth. He didn’t even choke or gag. I could hear the mucus and saliva gurgling as he breathed around her fingers. I suddenly imagined that was my dick, but immediately shied away from the thought of treating my best friend like a piece of meat, like a fucktoy. I imagined her hand jacking off his throat from the inside, rubbing along the tender, slick membrane. She saw it. She smirked. She knew the thought I’d just had. So she did what I couldn’t bring myself to do. She said it out loud. “I think your dick could reach all the way back here, Kevin. It’s so warm and wet. You already know how amazing his tongue is, his lips. Imagine all of this wrapped around your hard throbbing cock.” Sultry, dripping sex. Tom had already told me about everything they did sexually, like best friends do, but I’d always thought he had to be exaggerating. I should have known it was all true, Tom never felt the need to lie or exaggerate. He didn’t dress things up or understate, he laid things out in plain, straightforward description. I don’t think he knew HOW to be anything other than truthful. And it wasn’t bluntness either. He expressed exactly how he felt, what he saw, what he wanted, what he was going to do, about everything. He never hid behind his words like I did. He described Carol as a seductress, even though that was my word not his. His words were ‘she makes me want to do crazy shit, man. We don’t even talk about it, it just happens.’ She pulled her hand back out and patted his face, leaving his saliva behind. Tom didn’t seem bothered by what she’d said. He just looked from her to me, back and forth, waiting never blinking. Spit and throat slime was drooling out his lips down his chin. At some point he’d put his hands behind his back which forced his proud square shoulders back and thrust his chest forward. She clapped her hands once. “But, it’s about time you got his cock in your mouth.” She stepped back. The pleading eyes were back, focused on me this time, begging me to release him from this torture. If I loved him, they said, I would suck the agony from his nuts. “Show him how badly you’ve wanted to suck him the last two years.” I moved forward with slow, steady steps until I was directly in front of him. I put my hands on his waist, let them grip the hard muscles of his obliques that surrounded his pelvic hipbone. The heat he was generating penetrated my hands, I could feel it traveling up my arms, radiating from his chest to hit my own. His breath gusted against my face, giving me goosebumps. I slid my fingers up to his ribs, to his clenched lats, which I grabbed, wanting to know their thickness and density. He moaned, closing his eyes. “Please…” he begged. “I can’t hold it much longer. I need your mouth.”He began to tremble. “She won’t do it, so you have to. You have to Kev.” I couldn’t do this to him. I couldn’t torture him. I couldn’t make him wait. I squatted before him, pulling his shorts down in the same movement. His amazing, heavy cock. It seemed perfectly proportioned, standing straight out a good 8 inches or so from his neatly trimmed crotch. A man’s cock. It was a dick that was made for fucking, for punishing any hole it stretched around its beautiful girth. It wasn’t just seeping precum, it was a steady and constant leak, like a running faucet. I licked it, tasting it, savoring it, moving my tongue back and forth across the roof of my mouth to judge the flavor of his juice. It was everything he was. It was everything she described. My own dick was swollen and dripping in my boxers. The gutteral sounds coming from Tom’s throat became louder. “Suck my dick, Kevin. Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just put it in your mouth. Just a little. Please? Please fuck please fuck please fuck pleasefuckpleasefuck….” And he kept repeating it, hyperventilating. I dove onto his meat and immediately shot my load into my underwear. My throbbing dick kept spurting as I groaned on the head of his dick, so much cum, so many squirts, I didn’t think it would end. But I couldn’t concentrate on that, because Tom simultaneously blasted my mouth with his first shot. Tom screamed like he was being murdered, one long desperate call like the roar of a lion. Every muscle on his body cramped. His first shot began before I even had the head of his dick completely inside my lips. I felt the hot syrup flood across my tongue, a long heavy squirt of thick, viscous manseed that lasted two or three seconds. My mouth was full of his nut, so full. I’d dreamed about this, jacked off to this moment for over a year. I was still moving down on his shaft, and his fat cock shoveled his first squirt towards my throat like a bulldozer, forcing me to swallow. Tom gasped for a breath, pulling back, then thrust forward again with another full hosing of his seed, that pumping cumdozer forcing its load into my throat, this thrust only halfway down his cock. He grunted like an ape, the longest continuous grunt I’d ever heard. The primal caveman conquering his prey. More links on my chain melted away. Something about the release he experienced, the abandon and being reduced to only his beastly orgasm and the forcing of his cum into me swept me along with it. This time, he pulled me in. And I found that place again. I felt my self and presence swell, solidify, harden into granite and steel. The doubts and reluctance of the last four and a half months disappeared. I couldn’t hold myself back from this, Tom was open to me and might never be again. I couldn’t miss this chance. I buried his pulsing meat in my throat, biting at his scratchy pubes and taking heavy gulps to clamp my tonsils on his shaft. I felt the precious fluid from his balls spurting across my larynx. I was no longer sucking his dick, I was eating his manhood, digesting HIM. He belonged inside me, like a criminal on the run belonged in prison. He became imperative for me, irrefutable. Tom’s essence had to take root in me, and I craved his seed for the piece of him that would exist buried in me forever. That was what he was gifting me, a piece of himself. I knew when he was almost finished, and it had taken a full half minute. The clock in my head told me exactly how many squirts, how long it took, and how many beats of his heart it took to empty him. I had at some point unknown run my hand up his solid, shuddering hamstrings to grip his ass, his cheeks dusted with fine dark hairs. My hands were almost large enough to cover his warm tight round globes. Fuck, he was perfect. I took the last two dribbling squirts into my mouth, not my throat. I wanted to savor the taste. I wasted no time, standing up to grab him by those thick lats. His eyes were closed, he was gulping for air. I picked him up like he weighed nothing. He was air, weightless. I placed him on his neatly made bed two feet away. “Oh…” Carol whispered. I threw my eyes into hers. In two steps I stalked up to her, caressed her by her jaw and moved my mouth onto hers spitting the remainder of our boyfriend’s cum into her open lips. Initially I’d wanted all his seed for myself, but now I wanted to share my happiness with Carol. I offered his remainder with my tongue until she swallowed, our lips simply resting on the other’s. And then I shut her jaw gently with my thumb below her chin. I patted her cheek. It was odd, but I wanted her to share this with me, with us. It was that moment on the stair landing outside the door to Tom’s bedroom that I realized it. The moment when she was willing to leave us alone together without needing to intrude upon this magical gift. There was no jealousy or judgment in her intelligent eyes. She wasn’t losing anything, accepted everything. I understood then how we three, each one individually, had never wanted or needed to jealously guard our relationship with Tom, Tom’s love for us, or Tom’s enjoyment of his love for anyone. I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that it was Tom himself who brought that out in us all. She appeared stunned from the kiss. I tilted my head, staring into her eyes. Yes, she was very pretty, I could admit that, and similar to Tom she lived for the joy of now which notched her inherent attractiveness up several levels. I hoped Tom fucked the ever loving hell out her with his big pussy ripper. I wonder who begged who to fuck them harder? She looked like she would beg him to tear her tight little pussy up. Or maybe she would demand it. I imagined each would taunt the other, back and forth, loving the increasing wildness that drove them to inflict passionate acts of ever greater desire upon each other. From the corner of my eye I saw Tom laying flat on the bed, his arms and legs splayed out. His head was turned, watching us. I smirked. His cock lay across his hip, not hard but still at full length. It looked like a thick sausage and I couldn’t wrap my head around how I managed to get it all the way down. I was sure there was no way a completely inexperienced guy like me had any right to execute deep throating that thing on his first try. “Fuck that was hot, watching you guys sharing my cum.” He observed. The part of me that huddled afraid and reluctant to impose upon Tom, to cross that line between friends and sexual conquest, that part was no where to be found. He wanted this. He said it. He’d do anything I wanted. “It was hot watching you cum in his mouth.” She answered. Then looking at me, she continued. “I didn’t expect the kiss, Kevin. Tom’s right, your lips are so soft.” I faltered for an instant. “I hope that was okay, I wasn’t thinking.” Both of them gave a chuckle. It was Tom that responded. “No thinking. Stop thinking. Just pull the battery out of that machine in your head, Kev. Whatever is going to happen, let it happen, go with it, be HERE, not in your head. There are no mistakes you can make, buddy. Not with me. Not with Carol. I don’t know what came over me, the cocky prick that possessed my tongue. “You should be careful before my dick ends up in your ass.” And I smirked. My eyes were darting between the two of them, waiting for them to get the joke. Three seconds passed. Then five. Ten. Neither one of them batted an eye. My heart suddenly decided to take off at a gallop. Carol leaned over to my ear. “I’ll show you how to make him beg for it.” She whispered. My balls jumped and I shot my second load into my underwear, again. Carol chuckled. God I was a sloppy mess down there now. My boxers did nothing to contain the volume of my nut and it was running down my left leg. How the fuck did she do that? How did she hit exactly the right nerve to send my semen on a spawning run like a fucking school of salmon leaping through my prostate? “Let’s get you naked.” She said, grabbing the waistband of my shorts. I tried to stop her to do it myself. “Easy, handsome, relax. I’m enjoying myself. I’m sure Tom has told you he’s the only guy I’ve been with. You’re so hot, completely different from Tom. His body is all tightly wound and hard, but you’re beefy and firm. Everything on you is rounded and supple.” My shorts and boxers lowered as she spoke. The way she said ‘beefy and firm’ sounded hungry. I took the opportunity to remove my Nirvana concert t-shirt, exposing my hairy chest. “Oh my God.” She breathed, gazing over my full nakedness. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear. My dick hadn’t deflated at all. Again, she seemed to intuitively know just what to do to increase my arousal. What struck me then was that she wasn’t acting with the intent to elicit any response from me, it was all emotive. It felt good to know it was genuine. I felt her visual appreciation as a physical touch. She lingered on my hairy chest following the way the dark hair defined my pecs. Her eyes examined the wide furry trail down the center of my stomach until it met my dense pubic hair. My rigid penis jutted straight out, slick with my cum. “You’re thicker than Tom!” She reached out to grip my shaft. It didn’t seem wrong, her touching my dick. It almost wasn’t even sexual. While her hand wasn’t wide, her fingers were still long and delicate. They didn’t meet her thumb when she tightened her grip. She stroked me with a twist, pulling back my foreskin. “That’s so cool, how the skin floats around your dick. But where does it go when I pull it like this?” She pulled it down across the head, then back again. “Same place it goes when I’m soft, I guess. It’s very stretchy.” I mused. I had never thought about it. My dick was just… well, my dick. She chuckled and looked me the eye. “I like it. It’s sexy like you. Beefy and supple, firm and round.” Tom was still watching us, remaining silent. I noticed his dick was hard again and he was slowly stroking it. “I think he likes watching me play with your dick.” She reached down to fondle my hairy balls. Her warm hand felt good. “You know, I’ve never understood balls. Don’t get me wrong, they’re sexy the way they go with a dick. But they just hang there. Don’t they hurt when they hang?” I shrugged. “No.” She pulled down. “That doesn’t hurt?” “Mmmmmmm. Not like that.” She released my nutsack, and rubbed her fingertips through my pubic hair, then up through the trail on my stomach and back and forth over my chest. Her touch felt good, the way it was only for information, rather than stimulation. She really wanted to know how my body felt, it was for her, not me. “You know, until the school blew up when you guys kissed out in the open, I didn’t realize you might be gay. You’re just … a guy. A really hot guy, all tough and silent and brooding.” She was still running her fingers through my chest hair. I smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Brooding?” She laughed. Full out laughed. “You have no idea how many girls got their hopes crushed that week. Yes, Kevin. You’re STILL that quiet mysterious bad boy who everyone kind of fears and admires. You LOOK like you are just a wrong word away from kicking someone’s ass. I know for a fact you could steal a few boyfriends away from my friends.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the reason no one picks on the gay kids. Well, you and Tom together. Whether it’s true or not, they’re afraid you’ll make them regret it.” That surprised me. I’d never deliberately given the impression that I’d be violent, and in fact except for Tom’s former best friend, I didn’t want to kick anyone’s ass even though I was confident I could. Even the football players who outsized me didn’t worry me. They might be good on the field and in the gym but I didn’t believe in fair fighting. A fight was about winning. Any weak point was fair game. “I think it’s your eyes. The way they constantly move, examine everything like you’re ready to attack. I guess you don’t realize that people see you pulling them apart. It can be unsettling, I know from experience. The first time after Tom and I got together you pinned me down with your eyes. God I was scared. So serious and intense. I was thinking how much I wanted you to like me because if you didn’t Tom wouldn’t be my boyfriend. I was so worried that you thought I was trying to steal him from you.” I rolled my eyes. “I said ‘hi’.” Carol laughed again. “You don’t even know how you said it, or how it sounded. Fuck, you handsome brute. You said it like you had to, like handing me a knife blade first. Like it was up to me if I cut myself on it, and it would be entirely my fault. You know, you don’t say much, but you say more than you think you do. How do you do that?” All this was news to me. Everything I had to say I said in my head, distilled it down to a concentrated thought that didn’t seem to need many words of expression. It was just how my brain worked. Her eyes were watching me. “See there, THAT. Not a single word, but you just told me it wasn’t consciously done, that you think before you speak, that it’s simple and you like simple and clear. And there’s more behind it, the secret parts you demonstrate are there but you don’t believe people are worthy enough to see. Or won’t understand. Or can’t handle. That’s the deadly, dangerous part that comes through, like we need to earn the honor of knowing.” “Fine.” I said, then smirked. “You’ve seen mine, show me yours. Only fair.” “I’m lonely.” Tom’s taunt intruded. I shared a looked with Carol. “Wait.” We said at the same time, with the same dismissive tone. She was already showing me. Tom groaned in frustration. In two seconds Carol lost her clothes. I filled the room with my laugh at how fast it happened. “Okay, I was referring to how you do your mental sex trick.” She just grinned. “Yeah, I know.” I laughed again, even louder. My stiff dick was bouncing with every laugh. “Your laugh. Beefy and sexy like you.” She observed. I was inspecting her body. She was pale, very light skinned. I imagined she had Northern European ancestry. Blonde, straight hair, in a pony tail of course. Light blue eyes, almost grey like mine. I wondered if Tom saw my eyes when he looked at hers. I decided he did. She had an oval face, so different from Tom’s angular chiseled one. A thin graceful neck reminiscent of a bird swooped to her athletic shoulders. She had no size to her, in spite of her height, she appeared delicate but durable. Okay, I finally realized the perfection of her breasts, which refused to relax on her chest. They were full and delicate like the rest of her, not coming to any point and rounding nicely in perfect mounds that weren’t large. Sufficient to the proportions of her chest, that’s what they were like they’d been factory machined to exact specifications, neither too wide nor too proud, nor drooping, placed just so. She had just a moderate amount of sub dermal fat smoothing her into curves, the most prominent example of which was her ribs to her waist to her hips. I appreciated the way her curves mimicked an Art Deco period piece, or maybe her shapes were what Art Deco had been intended to imitate. Her firm legs were again comprised entirely of curves, where her thighs joined at her pubic area easily drawing the eye to each opposite hip. I was reminded of chromosomes, or a helix like a spiral staircase. I glanced at her face and she nodded. Just like with Tom, I didn’t need to speak. They were even more right for each other than I’d already decided. So I reached out to let my hand follow the lines my mind saw. Down her neck across her collarbone, across the center to the opposite breast. I put my hand on it, just to see a size comparison. My large hand covered it completely, my fingers cupping the sides and top. I adjusted my hand to feel the underneath. She inhaled. I looked in her eyes. “It’s like your chest, the under part of your pec is the most sensitive, feels the best when touched or licked.” She explained. I smirked. She matched me, a dare, if I dared. So I bent over to run my tongue slowly over that sensitive part of her. Tom’s aroused groan echoed hers. He was loving our exploration of each other. I deliberately and slowly licked the other side, gave Tom a glance and put my mouth over her nipple. I smiled at him with her tit in my mouth. He was pulling on his nuts, a wild look in his eyes. “Should we?” I asked her, my tongue tracing her nipple. “Probably.” She replied, as if she could go either way. “Oh come ON!!! You’re killing me!” Tom cried out. Carol ran her fingers through my hair. “Beautiful.” She commented. “You’d think it was his birthday instead of yours.” I stood up, gave her another smirk to which she nodded again. Together we turned and leapt on top of Tom. “YES!! Finally!!” He yelled, spreading out in a giant X to receive us. That made me laugh. Which made Carol laugh. Which set off Tom. Tom and I had been naked together before. He said he preferred it when we slept together spooning. He never got hard except for his morning wood, which he’d lazily adjust to fit snugly in my deep and ample ass crack, pulling me tighter so every part of him touched all of me. I pretty much just stayed hard all night with him pressing up against me. He never let me go, we both slept soundly like that, his face buried in my hair so he could breathe the scent of me and I didn’t want to leave his arms. I accidentally farted once, and he somehow knew my embarrassment, grabbing me tighter so I couldn’t move away. “Don’t worry about it, you animal.” Before letting out a fart himself which made us both laugh. “I deserve it anyway, for all the times I gassed my little brother.” After that farting happened whenever it happened, it never bothered him. So Tom’s sleek muscles weren’t new to me. But feeling them now held exponentially more pleasure. I watched Carol give him a deep, soulful kiss, making him moan while I ran my hands over his chest and stomach. They broke off and he turned to me, his lips parted slightly. He had each of us in one arm, and he flexed the arm that was wrapped around my back. I didn’t fight his pull, putting my mouth on his. Our tongues slowly tasted each other, our jaws moving constantly. This was a kiss of desire. This was a sexual kiss. Oral copulation, making our lips and tongues describe all the things we wanted our bodies to do, until finally his big tongue stuffed my mouth fully and deeply as if he was orgasming in my mouth. This wasn’t a Kiss, it was a mouth fucking, a battle of desire. My hand had reached his hard cock sometime during our making out. I was stroking along his length, alternating grabbing and rubbing his balls on every stroke. He thrust his hips, and I felt Carol’s hand pass mine to go beneath his heavy loose nuts. He moaned. His right leg lifted. I looked down and could tell immediately she was playing with his ass. I kissed and licked my way along his neck and across his shoulder, then continued to his armpit. I liked the smell of his sweat. It was clean and masculine. I kissed him there, rubbing my nose in the soft hair. I licked across his chest, making sure to spend time on that sensitive part where his lower pec met his rib cage. He sighed, so I repeated my attention, enjoying the taste of him and the goosebumps I was causing. Carol was mirroring my every move. We were double teaming him like we’d planned it all out. I was impressed by her awareness of this opportunity to escalate anything she could do on her own, to recognize that our actions together would send Tom soaring. I loved that she wanted Tom to experience as much or more than me. I was glad she was here, that I’d invited her past her reluctance to come between Tom and I. I knew then that she belonged here, in this moment with us, and that without her it might have been awkward and clumsy. I felt a tear of gratitude and happiness fall. I didn’t want this to be something Tom regretted even though he wasn’t the type to regret anything he’d chosen. Nor did I want this to be one sided solely for my benefit. I knew by her wink she understood. “Let me show you something.” She purred. She beckoned me down between his legs. She lifted his other leg, exposing his asshole. Tom’s asshole was the only part of his body I’d never seen, even though I knew if I’d asked he would have gladly shown it to me with confidence. He would also have asked me what I thought of it, and if it was a nice one. That was just Tom, unashamed, uninhibited, unapologetic. I was awed by his acceptance as a teaching tool, grabbing his legs behind his knees to spread himself for us. My first up close male asshole, and I immediately knew it would not be my last. I felt my dick release its precum. There was something forbidden and illicit about a man’s hole, as if I was getting away with something I wasn’t supposed to enjoy, something a man wasn’t supposed to expose to anyone. His hole was as beautiful as him, not in any way gross or unpleasant. I couldn’t see how it could ever be ugly. The way his cheeks curved inward, how his perineum mounded up just behind his balls before descending to his anus. The sparse hair making a ring around his pucker. The slight pinkish color. I loved his ass even more than his dick, which I wouldn’t have ever guessed would be possible. If a man’s dick made him a man, his ass made him a king. The spread of his cheeks demanded and invited, called to me. I darted in to kiss it. Oh man it was warm. His whole ass was warm. So warm. I think I understood why he loved to nestle his morning wood in my crack. The perfect dickwarmer. I found myself licking my tongue over it without thinking. “Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss” he moaned. “Like a duck to water.” Carol chuckled. “Let’s see if you can teach me a thing or two.” I first tasted him, wanting to enjoy the feel, texture, flavor of every area. I ran my tongue up from his tailbone roughly across his hole all the way to his balls, letting them fall to either side of my nose. There was that clean masculine sweat in the hair beneath his nuts. I loved the way they snuggled on my cheeks. I moved back the way I came, chewing as I descended. He squirmed and my hands came up to press on the back of his legs. I let my beard stubble grind into the tender flesh of his rump valley as I chewed, increasing the pressure to force him open wider. “Fuck yes, eat my entire ass.” He grunted, rotating his hips like a dog dragging its butt across a carpet. “Get in there. Grind on that hole. Fucking drill into it.” Although I didn’t need his encouragement, it drove me into a higher gear when he talked dirty. I speared my nose against his dumper, trying to wedge his back door open. I spit on it then rammed my chin down onto it, knowing my stubble would scratch him. “Goddamn, climb up that shitcave, buddy. Oooooh, fuck. Show my ass who’s boss!” He grabbed my hair with both hands to use my face and mouth like his personal sextoy. “Unnnnggghhhh, you can get that tongue in there deeper, I know you can. God yes, use your finger, just like that. Fuck yes, pull it apart, spread my hole, Christ that tongue in there too? So much spit, you spitting in my hole, buddy? You dropping your saliva in me? Yeah bro, fill me up. Fill my tunnel you hot fucker.” I had my thumbs hooked inside him, his tight pink hole pulled open. I shoved my tongue as far into him as I could get it. Then let his asslips go, letting his sphincter clamp onto my tongue. I pushed in and out a few times, then withdrew. Without warning I jammed both thumbs back into him and pulled, forcing him open again. He bucked his hips and yelped. “Oh shit! Yeah, violate me. I don’t care, you’re the boss. Punish my tight little shitter. ” I hocked a loogie, sucking it from the back of my sinuses, then choked up an equal amount of throat slime, spitting it into his open, pink jockhole. I watched it get sucked down into that maw. We were now beyond limits, sense, or care about consequences. His ass, his pretty little hole, his filthy mouth, his desperate writhing turned me into an animal. I wanted it to hurt a little, just enough to hear him whimper and force him to decide if it was worth it. I wanted to see how much he’d take, how far I could go. I stood up and rubbed my dick along his gap, pulling back my foreskin so my slit drooled precum on his puckered hole. “You gonna fuck me? You gonna make me your bitch? Bust my poor virgin asshole with that assrammer between your legs? Is it going to hurt?” His eyes were wild with lust. I wasn’t in the head space where I recognized I might regret this, I just needed to have my cock slide inside him. I needed it. “Probably.” I guaranteed. He grinned like I’d never seen before. Like a firebug watching a house burn. “Good. Show me what a brute you are. Make it rough. Make it so fucking rough I scream. I want to scream for you, Kev. Every time I even THINK about my ass I want to think of the beautiful meat of you all over me and in me.” My dick was shorter than his but not by much. And it was thicker around. Probably not the best dick for fucking a virgin hole. We were going to lose our virginity together. My heavy load of precum slimed his asscrack. I pressed the head against his pucker. “Fuck yes!” He groaned. I shoved hard and felt his clenched ring give way. “Oh fucking Jesus!” He yelled, clenched up, held his breath, every muscle seized. “FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK”. He pounded the bed with his fists, then punched me in the chest, twice. “God that hurts so bad you hot motherfucker bastard handsome prick! Fuck you and your fat ripping cock. Bust my fucking virgin cunt, bro. Don’t stop, I don’t want the pain to stop!” He didn’t have to beg. I laid into him balls deep with a sudden violent shove. Holy fucking hell. I thought he let loose before, but when my cock bottomed out it was like I plugged in a chainsaw. OH GOD IT BURNS, MY SHITTER IS ON FUCKING FIRE,” Right then I shot my third load deep in his ass, but I wasn’t stopping. And I didn’t tell him. This was MY hole now. I yanked my still spurting dick out of him and stabbed him again with all my strength. I noticed some of my cum flew out of my dick and splattered his ass on the upstroke. Fucking hot. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck I’m cumming!” His cock spurted. Because his dick was in my mouth the first time he came, I didn’t realize how much he shot. I mean, I knew it was a lot, but seeing it was something else. A big heavy long squirt travelled up to land between his pecs, stringing from his belly button to almost his throat. I spurted more of myself into him, still ramming him like I was beating a bully. A second wide ribbon of his white ballsauce flung out. We were alternating cumshots, me deep up his ridiculously tight virgin hole, then him up his chest, almost as if it was just one continuous cumshot from my nuts up through his ass, the out his dick up to his throat. “DON’T FUCKING STOP! HARDER! RAPE MY CUNT BRO. JUST FUCKING RAPE IT. OH GOD I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” I was losing my shit, his screaming filthy mouth and shooting cock, barely seconds between orgasms, making me drill him more violently with everything I had when my own fourth orgasm took me. He started to grunt with a high pitched whine, his head thrown back on the bed pointing towards the wall. “Crush my nuts.” Whine. “Slam my shitter into a cunt!” Whine. “Tear me up deep inside!” I hadn’t realized that his balls hung so low my pubic bone was bashing them every time I punched into him. “Oh god I can’t stop cumming!” He cried. “It feels so good, you make it hurt so good. I love you so much.” Still pumping him with my jizzing pole, I leaned down and slurped a mouthful of his dicksoup off his chest, then spit it in his face. “Fuck yes!” He gasped. I smacked him hard then crushed my mouth onto his after he got his face back towards me. I raised up and slapped him again, pushing him with my thrusts further onto the bed. I climbed up on my knees and grabbed his ankles then pivoted up to spread him wide beneath me, pinning his feet up beside his head. For the first time since I’d tasted his perfect, beautiful, all man asshole, I finally looked into his eyes. He was loving this, whether it was the feel of my dick splitting his ass open, or that I had let go, I didn’t know. But at this moment they were one and the same, and I learned something else, that my enjoyment was his, and his mine, that was what truly mattered. “For a straight guy, you’re a dirty little fuck, you know that? Is my dick fucking you into a slutty pussy bitch? I just want to know one thing - do you want to be able to walk after this, or do you want me to destroy you? What’s it gonna be, bro?” I hammered him deep, pulled all the way out, then hammered him again. He hadn’t responded yet, probably too focused on my rutting fat cock. “Too late. I own this cunt now.” I started fucking him at different angles, trying to judge which one made him writhe in pain the most. I spread his legs even more, knowing the stretch was burning his hamstrings. I slammed into him so hard he bounced violently off the mattress, then met him on the bounce to fuck him back down. I let one leg go then scissored him to plow him from the side, stepping on his face with my foot. I filled him twice more with nut wrenching loads of cum, and his untouched cock shivered out another load of his own, though the volume of it had lessened to almost nothing. “Looks like you’re out, tap’s run dry. Not mine.” I observed with a knuckle smack to his bruised plums, before I flipped him over on his stomach and stuffed my wet dick back inside his warm cum frothed hole. I smothered him with my entire body, kissing and biting his neck, cheeks, mouth. I wrapped my arms under his armpits then clasped my hands behind his head, rendering him helpless. And then I jackhammered him brutally in rapid fire, trying to cum again, knowing it was struggling to surface. It was there, I just wasn’t hitting hard enough, fast enough. Sometimes my dick slipped out of him and I jammed it blindly into his crack knowing it would find my cumbucket eventually, not caring if it punched him or got caught on the rim of his hole. This would be my last orgasm, and I wasn’t surrendering until I delivered it balls deep in my buddy, the man I lived with all my heart. We were both drenched in sweat, panting and groaning. I bit down hard on his trapezius muscle, frustrated with the load that taunted me but wouldn’t release, hoping to draw blood. He screamed, I bit harder and felt him shove his ass back into me. I bit the other one, wanting meat, and he screamed again, and I shot the most rapturous load all the way up inside him, ejaculating so hard I couldn’t move. My prostate cramped , overused, overworked, worn out completely. If a cum attack was my dick’s version of a heart attack, that’s what was, like everything down there was pulled into a shredder and vise at the same time. If Tom wasn’t walking tomorrow, I wasn’t either. I released his arms, and collapsed on top of him, my mouth drooling on his neck. “Fucking hell.” I mumbled. “Fucking heaven.” He mumbled back. “Fucking beautiful.” Carol mumbled. I looked at her and grinned. “ forgot you were here. Sorry.” She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. I came three times watching you. That was the hottest thing I think I’ll ever see.” I rolled off him, then jumped up to pull his asscheeks apart. “Fuck dude, your hole is torn up.” I said. He chuckled. “Certainly feels that way.” I went back up to his head, seeing deep bite marks on his shoulders. I pulled his head up gently, and gave him a deep, loving kiss. “I bit you. Marked you.” Running my fingers gently over the bites. “I came when you did that. I don’t think anything came out, but I shot five blanks just the same. Guess you’re a top, huh? And dude, you’re going to make some lucky guy VERY happy. Very, very happy. But until you meet him, I’ll let you practice on me.” I laughed. “Oh you’ll LET me, will you?” I smacked his ass as hard as I could, making him yelp. “Maybe I won’t let you let me. Maybe I’ll just take it when I want it.” Tom rolled over, smiling. I ran my eyes over his hot body, his heavy cock. “That’s the best way. I like it when I don’t have control. You know, this went way different than I thought it would.” I blinked. Carol answered my question. “Yeah, we figured you would have to be coaxed through it, the way you always hold back with everything else. Plus, we thought it would be Tom fucking you. And then we thought it would be gentle and loving. You’re always so soft spoken, it’s something we both love about you.” “Plus, I thought I was going to get a blowjob.” Tom complained. Which earned him a matching set of bloody dental imprints on each ass cheek.

It's a date if you both pretend the main reason for meeting is something other than fucking. To put it another way, if you talk first, then fuck, it's a date. If you fuck first, then talk, it's a hookup. 😉

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

Brian Bonds is particularly friendly. I met him only once or twice at conventions - usually IML - and it was no more than a passing acquaintance. Then he had a layover in Seattle in October 2020, and asked for a night to "just chill" on Twitter. One other guy (who I never met) and I answered his request, and I got together with him. We had talked about filming on a few occasions, and it looked like it might happen THIS time, so I spent nearly an hour getting cleaned out and ready for him. But he was dog tired when I got there. A full week on Fire Island, I think, and had little energy for the hassle of making a video. When I told him how much time I spent cleaning out, he must have felt guilty because the next thing I know, his tongue in my mouth and he's undoing my pants! He bent me over the bed, squeezed out some hotel lotion (terrible lube), and fucked me with what little stamina he had left. Then we spent the rest of the night talking and hanging out until he nearly fell asleep mid-sentence. I let him rest, and that was that. I'm more of a colleague, but it was nice to see someone I respected outside of a convention for a change.

I’ve had several partners in my life. The best was 2 Daddy/Som relationships -in the first I was the “son” and my Daddy taught me how to serve a man. It lasted 7 years and was an amazing time of my life, Now I’m the Daddy and my “son” is a horny 23yo boy. We live together and I love waking up with his mouth on my cock or I wake up and mount him and seed him. He turns me on and always gets me hard. He loves to serve me and also gets off in my ass sometimes. We are definitely not monogamous - we enjoy sex too much for that. Sometimes we play apart and sometimes together. My “son’s” favourite activity is when I invite over 2 or 3 of my Daddy friends and we spend the night tag teaming his ass. There’s no jealousy and what we have just works.

I’m not monogamous. I have a main lover but I have plenty of regular bottoms I meet with. To each his own I guess. All relationships are not the same. But life isn’t meant to be lived alone I do agree with that. We are built to socialize and create our personal networks.

I recon that Max's stomach is turning somersaults at the thought of so many pictures of Alex with Josh finding there way into the newspapers and online gossip columns. Uncertainty of the relationship between Alex and Josh may urge him to make a move. His Mother calling him a dickhead may be the ultimate push he needs to make him see sense... Let's hope so 🙂

I don't want any diseas at all. Just raw cocks and cum loads inside me.

Part 3 . I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to back out and not call. On Friday I saw an email from the kid, I expected it to say that he couldn’t make it or changed his mind. To my surprise he said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to finally get some of his fantasies come true. He also mentioned that he was really horny and hadn’t jerked for over a week. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. I had contacted a friend that had a playroom in his basement to tell him about that kid. He would be there to help break the kid in. he is POZ but on meds and said he would be willing to stop the meds to knock the kid up but if we got the other guys it wouldn’t be necessary. We decided if he didn’t show we would go to a local bath to see what we could get into Saturday The kid showed up at 11, right on time. We talked for a bit. I could tell he was nervous. I gave him some Gatorade and told him to drink about half then jump in my shower and use the shower shot to make sure he was cleaned out. He told me he wasn’t a fan of Gatorade and that this one tasted funny. I didn’t tell him but I had put a heavy dose of G in it, that is why I only wanted him to drink half of it. He came out all nice and clean. He mentioned he was really horny. I told him I would help with that and started sucking on him. He was hard as a rock in no time, I knew this might be the last neg load he shoots so I bent over and let him sink in my ass, he pumped for only a few minutes and then groaned, and I felt him pulsing in my ass. He really did have a weeks’ worth, he seemed like his cock would never stop shooting. He pulled out and said that was the strongest he ever came. I asked if he was ready for more and he said that he was still horny as hell. I told him about my friend that was going to help and watch me bust is ass and he thought it would be fun. We got dressed and I looked over and we was downing the other half of the Gatorade, I was doing to wait a while longer. I wanted the kid hot, not unconscious. We went to my car and headed the 10 minutes over to my friend’s house. When we got there the kids was a bit wobbly on his feet but not bad. We went down stairs and ordered the kid to strip. We put the kid onto a fucking bench and secured his hands and legs to it. His cock was semi hard and hanging down, I tool a lubed finger and worked it in his as. I was asking him if he still wanted this and he moaned and said yes, I asked him if he wasted me to rip his as and get him poszzed, while I was working his prostate, all I heard was his moaning and he saying ‘ Fuck yes, anything “. “ I am so horny and hot, I really need this “. I gently stared massaging and milking his cock, it was about 7”, I chuckled to myself, this would soon be no more than big clit. While I was doing that I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a bootybump that my friend got ready, I looked and it was about a nice one, I thought for the first time this would really get the kid going. I pushed it up in the kids ass and injected it not him. I put a finger back in him to work it into his ass and to make sure none came out, His cock started to jump and I quit playing with it. I didn’t want the kid shooting yet, if at all. He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming

Bf and I are being open, so let the games begin! Been trying to hook up with a dl uncut Latin top who has fucked me anon and blindfolded in the past, but his schedule is bizarre because he's hetero married. Decided to clean out and just hope for the best yesterday. Made loose plans with him, but fell through. Ended up hitting up another thick Latin top that I'd messaged before, and he was free. Headed over, and he was a slim hot enough guy with scarring on his body, but man his cock was 8.5, thick with the biggest mushroom head I've ever seen. Oral was fun, but tiring with his huge head, so I thought I'd give myself a break by showing him my ass and laying back, but I had no idea what was next. He pounded me senseless for 20min. I've been fucked hard before, but he none stop hit me as deep as he could as fast as he could looking down on me crying with a blank expression just looming over. I didn't ask to stop, but eventually he asked if I needed him to slow down and I said please Sir. I was getting worried because he said sometimes it takes him hours to cum. He fucked me face-down with my legs togetwhr for 15min and came... I rode him casually for another 30min but couldn't stick around for him to cum again. Guess it was compliment I made him cum so fast the first time!! Went home before my bf got out of work, and texted him to fuck me with this anon load inside me when he was headed home. This fuck HURT because I didn't realize how bad the Latin guy's huge cockhead had torn me up, but I wouldn't say no and was a good bitch while my bf pounded me with his thick 7.5 tool missionary til he unloaded in me. Today I hit up a top with my favorite cock ever. I was excited to let him abuse my extra sore hole because he happened to be visiting at the time, and I was already wrecked. I was going to bring my ass over for a quick fuck anyways. I walked in, lubed up his cock with only my spit (8.5, semi-cut, perfect) bent over his couch only stripping my pants, and he fucked me hard. He put his hands around my neck, and I grabbed them and pushed harder. He called me a cunt, smacked me hard, and put his hands over my carotid arteries on my neck, applying gentle press (never had this happen before). I was so turned on I just wanted to be his bitch forever and have him in control, not even caring about any consequences. I could tell he knew what was best for me. He told me he wanted to finished in me face down on his bed. He pounded me into submission again and told me I was his property, even saying he couldn't even rape me anymore I was so willing, told me to shut the fuck up, then pushed me down into the bed suffocating me as he filled my hole. I cleaned his cock, thanked him, and left. Got home and felched some of his load out of my ass I was so grateful for. Now I'm meeting with my bf to play with a bottom later... Would rather get another load but will be more fun none the less Pic of my used hole now

7. Clouding Over James knew he shouldn't hit the pipe again. He was already fucked up. His mind was frantic. He couldn't stop thinking about Conrad. He hated the memories. He didn't want to be out of control like that, but the drugs weren't helping. "Maybe..." James started to say. He wanted to wait. He didn't want to do another hit. He wanted to calm down. Not think about Conrad's raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. He remembered Conrad had told him something while he had been fucking. It was important, but he realized he couldn't remember anything about what it was. "Just..." he muttered. No matter how hard he focused, he couldn't remember what Conrad had told him. He was trying not to freak out. He needed to remember it and all he could remember what how Conrad's breath had been warm and his cock had been hard and dripping. He gasped again. "It's good," Fabien said. "Just do the hit," Fabien reminded him. The pipe was right there, the friendly tendrils of smoke coming out of the bowl. "It's going to help you. Make it ok." "Ok," James said, and finally wrapped his lips around the pipe. He took a long, slow breath in. The chemical filled his lungs. He had done this with Conrad as well. "He got you high, didn't he?" Fabien asked. James nodded, still huffing away at the glass pipe. Fabien wanted to tell the boy to hurry up and finish the hit. His dick was hard, and he wanted to hear more of James's stories. "It's good you're doing more. It will help you get through this." James just nodded. His lungs were practically bursting now, but he no longer cared. He just wanted to feel good. He could feel the crystal smooth out the edges and filter out the worst parts. "Ahhhhh," James moaned, as he finally exhaled the hit. "Did you like it? Getting high?" "Yeah," James said. "He put some crystal up my ass." "Fuck? Yeah? How did it feel?" "Nothing at first. Then it burnt. Then I needed to get fucked." James handed the pipe back to Fabien. He took it, and re-heated the bowl. "And?" Fabien asked. "Did you ask him to fuck you?" Fabien took a long hit from the pipe. The tina had put him in a mood; James's story had only made it hotter. His dick was rock hard, and he needed to fuck a hole. "I was so high man. So fucking high. I can't remember what I said. But I asked him to stop. When it hurt. And he didn't." James trembled. He was starting to cry again. "He laughed at me. Laughed at me." "How did it feel? When he was fucking you?" "Fat cock," James said. There were still tears in his eyes. "Hard. It never felt good. Inside me." "Even when he came?" Fabien asked. He reached down and adjusted his dick. It was straining against his pants. "His cum. It was hot. Like it burnt me." "Goddamn. That's so fucking hot," Fabien said. "Fucking getting me boned up. Your stories." He reached down and rubbed his hand over his crotch. "You mind if I unzip?" James's head was spinning. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, and he was starting to get scared. He hated that he had gotten high again and that he had lost control. "Uh," James hesitated. He remembered what Fabien's cock had tasted like. He licked his lips involuntarily. "You're feeling it too, huh? The crystal?" James nodded. "Good. Want you to feel good." Fabien reached down, and unzipped his jeans. He pushed them down just low enough for his cock to flop out. James couldn't stop staring at it. "Gotta unleash the beast, you know?" Fabien laughed. "Damn," James finally managed to say. It looked even bigger than he remembered. It had stretched open his throat and it had choked him. He wanted to run away, but now this was in his own home. There was nowhere to go, and he wanted to be alone. He wanted ta taste Fabien's dick again. He wanted to gag on it, and get him off. "Ahhh," Fabien moaned. "Feels so good. And those stories," he continued. He reached down and jacked his shaft a few times. James couldn't help but stare, consumed by fear and lust. "Fucking hot." "Um. I mean. I'm not sure." He tried to finish his sentence, but Fabien interrupted him. "It's good," he said. "Nothing we don't want to do. Just help you feel good, right?" "Yeah," James said. He tried to relax. Just because Fabien was naked and hard didn't mean he wanted to have sex. Besides, Tiago had told him it was all right to have sex. This was going to be fine. He knew Fabien. He rolled over slightly, now facing Fabien in the bed. "Feel good," Fabien said, leaning in to kiss him. It was surprisingly tender, and not what James had expected. "Just what we want to do, right?" "Yeah," James said, between making out with Fabien. The black man wrapped his hands around James, pulling him against his muscular body. James felt Fabien's cock pressed between their bodies. The thick shaft was a snake, insistently invading their private garden. James tensed up. Conrad had said something about his cock. "A poisonous snake," he had said. James shivered with the memory. He needed to remember it, as much as he hated any part of it. "Ummmm," he whimpered. "You ok?" Fabien whispered in his ear. His hands had moved down to James's ass, and he was working one hand under his waistband. "Just a bad memory," James said. "You want to tell me about it?" Fabien asked. Between the two men, Fabien's cock twitched. It was a sleazy thing to say, but the drugs were now in control of both men. "I don't want to think about it." "I know. But talking about it. It makes it good, right?" Fabien kissed James again. Despite his thuggish exterior, he was turning out to be surprisingly sweet and gentle in bed. "Let's do things that are good." "I just..." Fabien kissed James again. He nodded. "His dick. When he was pounding me." James paused. His eyes were teary. "When he was laughing," he choked out. "He called it his poisonous snake." Fabien kissed him. "It's good. This is good. Remembering. Being close." He kept one hand on James's firm ass, and with the other reached between the two of them. With a practiced hand, he undid James's pants, and pulled down the zipper. James jerked, startled at the move. The black man held James closely, not letting him escape as he caressed James's cock through his open fly. "You've been sharing so much of your spirit," Fabien said. "You should share your body as well." "Share," James choked out. "Yeah. Share. With me. With your friends." "It's hard," James said. "It's scary." "I can imagine," Fabien said. "But you're brave." "Brave?" Fabien had worked both hands under James's waistband, grabbing the boy's hairy ass. "You were so brave in the rape exam. Spread wide. Showing off all that cum." "I didn't want all of those men. I said no." James was shaking, remembering all those cocks, penetrating him. He had lost control of his body. "I felt so helpless." "You're not helpless," Fabien said. "You can do anything you want." Fabien kissed James again. "You want another hit from the pipe?" "I shouldn't," James said. He could feel Fabien's hands running over his ass, spreading his cheeks. He knew what Fabien was looking for. It was the same thing that Conrad had raped. He didn't want to have sex. Not with Fabien. Not now. "Mmmmm," James moaned as one of Fabien's fingers traced the outline of his asshole. James struggled with the memories. Conrad had done that. So had Tim, and Fabien knew exactly what to do. James struggled, but finally it was too much. "Fuck me. Please," he said. Fabien smiled. He rolled onto his side, and grabbed the pipe and torch again. "You can do anything you want," Fabien said, and heated up the bowl of the pipe. "One for me. One for you, ok?" James nodded. "Yeah," he said. He was already missing the warmth of Fabien's body next to him. He was shivering, although it was not particularly cold. "Just promise me one thing?" Fabien nodded as he sucked down the thick clouds. "Just stop when I ask? Please?" Fabien nodded, but kept his lips wrapped around the glass pipe. When his lungs were filled, he passed the pipe to James. The young man took it, and started to inhale. Fabien exhaled a thick cloud right in James's face. "Of course. We don't have to do anything we don't want to. Now. Do a big hit for me. Make me proud." Now it was James's turn to be silent. The crystal was strong, and it helped him forget. "Let's get naked," Fabien said, jumping off the bed, and quickly stripping off his shirt and pants. His dick hung down slightly, it was too full of blood to stay upright. Fabien's body was mostly smooth, dark skin, with a tattoo over one of his pectorals. "Come on," Fabien said, as James handed him the pipe. "Get up and get naked with me." James stood up, a bit reluctant and unsteady on his feet. He took off his shirt and let his pants fall to the ground. He stood there, swaying slightly, just in his underwear. "You've shared so much already. Let's see where we can go further." "I just…" "Want to see you naked," Fabien said. He smiled. "You take them off, and I'm going to do a hit." James slowly took off his underwear. His dick was soft and limp, and hung down over his balls. Fabien inhaled deeply from the pipe. James stepped out of his clothes. He stood in the middle of his small apartment, naked. James could feel himself shaking, and it brought back a memory. "Oh fuck," he whimpered. "What's wrong?" Fabien asked, taking a short break from the pipe. "It's good. You can tell me about it." "It's scary. I was standing in Conrad's room. He had my legs spread. I was blindfolded." He paused for a second. He looked down. "Around me. I could hear them. These strangers. Jerking off, staring at me. And I couldn't see any of them." Fabien exhaled. He put down the pipe and torch. He spit on his dick and started to jack off. "Go on," he said, finally exhaling the fat hit. "One of them grabbed me. Bent me over and slammed his dick in me." James closed his eyes. He remembered the fat, long dick. "It hurt. So hard." His body shook. "I screamed. It was a red-hot poker. It hurt so much. And he laughed." Fabien stepped behind the naked young man; his cock was nestled between James's ass cheeks. Before he knew what he was doing, James pressed back against Fabien, trying to get the black man to penetrate him. "Did he cum in you?" "Yeah. He did." James was still shaking. Fabien brushed his fingers over James's cheek. There were fresh tears there; Fabien was glad that James was still grinding his ass against Fabien's dick. James was a hot man and his stories were even hotter. Fabien wanted to hear James begging him to stop. "Fuck. That's hot," Fabien said. "I saw his load in your ass. During the rape exam." James whimpered slightly, but didn't pull away from Fabien. "Let's get back into bed. Feel each other." "OK," James said. "But. Just so you know. I'm not sure I'm up for anything." Fabien whispered into James's ear. "We can do whatever we want. Nothing that we don't want to do." He led the young man to the bed. The two were a study in contrast: Fabien was smooth and dark; James was hairy and white. Fabien was confident and sure; James was scared and nervous. Fabien was erect and hard; James was limp and soft. Fabien pulled James close to him. "How many guys fucked you again?" "I don't know. I don't even know who they were." "So you let strangers fuck you. But you're not sure if you want me to be intimate with you?" "It's not that. I want you to fuck me." James was now straddling Fabien, and rubbing his ass against the black man's cock. "I want you to fuck me so badly." He moaned as Fabien's cockhead found his hole. "Inside me." "The way we should be connecting," Fabien said. "And those stories. Just so hot." James reached back, and felt Fabien's dick. "So big though." "It wants to get inside you," Fabien said. "It feels so good when I'm fucking." "I'm scared." James whimpered. Fabien's cockhead was pressed against James's hole. It wouldn't take much for it to slide in. But, before that could happen, there was a knock on the door.

5. Getting Home "Quarter gram of crystal. Dissolved in piss." Tiago had knelt down and whispered it. Fabien doubted that James had even heard it. He placed the used pipette in a nearby trash bag, then took the handle of the speculum from Fabien. "It'll take a few minutes to soak in," he continued. "Who's piss?" Fabien asked. He wasn't even trying to hide how he was stroking his cock. "A random stranger. I have no idea." "That's nasty." "Yeah. Now. You wanna take him home?" Tiago released the catch, and the blades of the speculum slid back into place as it closed up. James moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," James grunted, as his ass closed up around the booty bump. "It's so warm," he said. "The cum." Tiago wondered what James thought the booty bump was. But he would find out soon enough. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "He can definitely suck dick." "He's great to fuck as well." Tiago smiled. "Especially once he's opened up." He slowly pulled the speculum out of James's anus. Not a single drop of the tina-laced piss dripped out. Fabien watched James's hole close up, even after all the abuse it had undergone. He wanted to feel it around his cock so badly. He wanted to feel James squirming under him, knowing that his thick black cock was the cause of James's discomfort. "You? You've fucked him?" "Over the weekend," Tiago said. He stood up, put the speculum aside, and handed the swabs to Fabien. "That's it," he said, resting his free hand on James's thigh. "Take those. Fill out a kit 86 for them." "86?" Fabien asked, raising an eyebrow, but smiling as well. "Yeah," Tiago said. Fabien took the swabs, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tiago turned to James, still standing between his legs. His hand moved up, along James's thigh, until he was able to run his finger around James's asshole. "Mmmmm," James moaned. It was quiet, and he was calm for a change. Without Fabien there, he felt better. There was something almost predatory about the black man, and it made James nervous. "I'm sorry," James said. "I didn't mean to cry." "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you." He undid the straps, and lifted a still-naked James upright, wrapping one arm around him. He kept massaging James's asshole with his other hand. "I'm scared," James said. "It's OK to be scared," Tiago said. "It's a natural reaction. But don't let fear dominate your life." He pulled James closer to him. It was close enough to feel the heat radiating from the boy. The G had definitely kicked in. "It's good to talk about it. To share it with people who care about you. To remember it. All of that helps. It helps make it easier." James had pulled himself closer to Tiago, but had also spread his legs as he did so. James wanted to feel closer to Tiago. Let him make the decisions for him. He was crying again. "Scared," he finally managed to say. "It's fine," Tiago said. "You going to be able to be with someone tonight? Someone you can trust?" James shook his head. He was still new in town. "Maybe Tim?" Tiago felt James's asshole pucker when he mentioned the man. "Or maybe Fabien?" James's heart started to race a bit. "You can trust Fabien, can't you?" James bobbed his head. It wasn't a nod yes, but nor was it a shake no. "Fabien," he said. "I'm just scared." Tiago could feel his shirt getting wet from James's crying. He wanted to fuck the boy, and see how much he cried then. But that would have to wait for now. There would be plenty of opportunities later. "This is good," Tiago said. He gently pressed the tip of his finger into James's hole. The boy moaned in pleasure. The G was now in full effect, and the crystal was just starting to kick in. "Fabien is your friend, right? He's going to help you do what's best for you." "Fabien," James moaned. "Big cock," he finally said. "You don't have to take it," Tiago said. "But sex. With someone you trust. Like Fabien. That would help. Help you feel good. Feel natural. Right?" "Feel good again," James said. The crystal was definitely taking effect. His head was spinning again, and it was hard for the young man to put together words. "It's going to be ok." "I just want you to talk, remember, and share. It's what you need. It's what is going to make you feel better." As Tiago spoke, the door opened. The two men made no effort to push apart. "Take care of it?" Tiago asked Fabien. "Yeah. It's in the biobin in the lab. That's the right place, yeah?" "For sure," Tiago said. "You have plans after work tonight?" he asked Fabien. "No. Nothing." "James could use a friend tonight. He's new here. You could hang out with him." Fabien smiled. He could still remember exactly how James's throat had felt around his dick. He remembered the stories James had told. How consent was malleable and changeable, and how sometimes it just did not matter. "Yeah. I'd be happy too." "That's good, right, James?" Tiago asked. There was only one right answer. "Yeah. Get an Uber to get home." "I can order one for you," Tiago said. "But first, we've got to get you dressed." Tiago pulled himself apart from James, and took James's clothes. He carefully went through the pockets, removing his phone, wallet, keys, and some change. "We've got to keep your clothes. It's evidence." James started to protest, but Tiago continued speaking. "I've got some clothes you can wear. I'll be back." He took the bag, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was just James and Fabien. "That was intense. That story you told," Fabien said. "I want to hear more about it." "It was hard," James said. "And I hate thinking about it. It's scary." "I bet," Fabien said. James tried not to stare at the black man's crotch. He knew how big Fabien's dick was. He remembered choking on it. With each memory, the relentless helplessness came back to him. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. "I'm scared," he finally said. "What are you scared of?" Fabien asked. "I don't know. I just want to be home. Safe." "We'll get you home soon enough," Fabien said. "I'll be there with you." The door opened, and Tiago came back in. He was carrying some clothes, and a small bag. He handed the clothes to James. "They should fit you," Tiago said. "You're about the same size as my receptionist." James realized that the dark blue underwear was actually a jock strap; he put it on, conscious of how the straps accentuated his ass. Tiago handed the small black bag to Fabien. "This should have everything you'll need." Fabien opened it; there was a pipe and a torch, along with a bottle of G and a measure. There was also a bottle of poppers, and some lube. "Looks like fun," Fabien said. He watched as James fumbled with the thin running shorts; even when he finally had them on, the jockstrap was clearly visible under the sheer fabric. James put on the shirt. Written across the front of the white t-shirt was "Swan and Ox Rape Oil." There was a drawing of a naked woman and a swan; the wings of the swan made the drawing just barely suitable. The back read "Lubricating the Unwilling Since 1988." James put it on; it was a little too small and he felt it stretch and pull around his body in rhythm with his breathing. "It's what I could find," Tiago said by way of explanation. "It's just to get you home." At least Tiago let James keep his socks and shoes. As he put them on, Tiago continued. "What's your address?" he asked. "I'll order you an Uber." "3804 Hyperion," James said. Tiago tapped on his phone. "Two minutes," he finally said. "Driver's name is Omar." "Ready?" Fabien asked. "We'll be at your home soon." "Yeah," James said. Fabien motioned for him to follow. Tiago followed the two. "Wait," Tiago said, as the three of them were in the hall. He disappeared into another room, and emerged with two juice boxes. Both had "1.5" written on them in black marker. "Be sure to get enough to drink," he said to James as he handed one to him. He took the juice box. He knew he should say something, but it was getting more complex to speak. Finally, he managed to say something. "Thanks," and immediately felt dumb for something so simple. Tiago gave James one last hug, and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry. It's going to be hard," he said. "But I know you can do it." He handed the other juice box to Fabien. "Do what you think needs to be done," Tiago told Fabien. He leaned in. "Don't be afraid to push him. And use what I gave you." The waiting room was empty when Fabien and James left; James was glad not to encounter the man that had heard so much about his life. It wasn't until they got to the elevator that Fabien spoke. "That was so intense," he said. "Hearing you talk about what happened. When we get home. You're gonna have to tell me more." "I guess," James said. He raised his head, and looked at Fabien carefully. The black man had buzzed hair, a thin, yet muscular body. James could see the outline of Fabien's thick cock. "It was hard," he said. He could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "I don't know." "It's all good," Fabien said. "We'll get home first," he said. "It's just a short ride away." He opened the door; both men blinked rapidly in the bright sunlight. Luckily, the car was waiting right there for them. They got in the car, and the driver pulled away. In the car, Fabien took his juice box, and opened it. "You too," he told James. "Not that thirsty," he said. "You need the liquid," Fabien said. "That was what the doctor told you." "Ok," he said. It was strangely hard to open the juice box. James fumbled with the straw, and then there was a piece of tape over the foil opening. James realized it was there to keep it closed when a bit of juice splashed out. "Cheers," Fabien said. "To sharing." "Sharing," James said. The juice was good. It was cold, and James didn't even mind the weird chemical taste. He drank it all in the few minutes it took to get home.

3. A Demonstration "Just relax," Tiago said. "I hope this is going to go by quickly." Tiago was trying not to stare at the boy's ass, so perfectly on display and available. He'd get it soon enough. "Focus on something for me," Tiago said. "Please?" "What?" James said, trying not to panic. He focused on Tiago's hand against his skin, the doctor's soothing voice. "Please. Something." "Of course," Tiago said. "Just go, 'ahhhhh' for me. Focus on that phase." "Ahhhhhh," James said, spreading his mouth open. It did feel better. He opened his eyes for a moment. Tiago was had one hand up, holding a flashlight. He dipped it down when James opened his eyes. Fabien had a phone in his hand, and was recording everything that happened. "Ahhhh," James continued, closing his eyes again. It wasn't as bad as the night before, and it needed to happen. "I'm going to help you," Tiago said. "Make that easier." James felt him slip the metal wire spreader back into his mouth. "Don't fight it. Let me help you." The metal slid in. This time, it wasn't cold. It was strangely warm, and James let the doctor force his mouth open. "I just need to examine your throat, ok?" James nodded. He was still gently going "ahhhh," and the short mantra was calming the young man. Tiago pushed the head support back into the exam table, and let James's head hang down. "That's good," Tiago said. "Here," he said, and motioned Fabien to come over. He turned on a small flashlight, and shined it into James's mouth. "See? There. Around the back of his throat." "What's that?" Fabien asked. He pointed the phone into James's mouth as Tiago lit up each of the purple splotches. "There's a lot of them." "It's bruising," Tiago said. "How did he get bruised back there? What's it from?" Tiago turned his attention back to James. "I need to show Fabien how this happens. Just nod if it's all right. It will only take a minute." James's head was spinning a bit, and it was getting harder for him to concentrate on anything. James saw Tiago nodding, and he nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. "Thank you," Tiago said, and turned his attention back to Fabien. "It's bruising from a dick. It's from getting throat-fucked." "Fuck? Really? How?" Fabien asked. He looked confused; Tiago wondered how much experience he had in receiving oral sex. Tiago ran his hand over James's exposed body, across his flat, hairy chest and his chest. "Relax," he told the young man. He gently squeezed the tabs at the side of the spreader, forcing James's mouth open even further. Then he unfastened his chinos, and pulled out his cock. "Easier to show," he said. Fabien stared at the doctor's erect cock. "You getting this?" Fabien fumbled with the phone slightly, focusing it on Tiago's erection. "Yeah," he said. "For sure." "Good. Now, this is how you should fuck a throat." Fabien stared as Tiago pressed his dick into James's mouth. The wire spreader held James's mouth open, letting Tiago push all the way to the back of the young man's mouth. "Ugggh," James grunted, unprepared for the sudden intrusion. "It's going to be ok," Tiago said. "Just relax. This is just a demonstration. It's nothing real." He turned his attention back to Fabien. "Now, If I just push a bit harder, I'll be in his throat." He flexed his hips, and suddenly, several more inches of dick disappeared into James's throat. "hat's good," he said to James. James grunted, and started to struggle against the restraints. At the same time, Tiago just moaned. "Feels so fucking good. Wet and warm and tight." He did a few short strokes in and out; Fabien stared as Tiago's cock went even deeper into James's throat. "Fuck. Nothing like a good deep-throat blow job." "He's good?" "Amazing. You know, it feels so damn good. But as I said. If you're too aggressive, you can bruise the throat." He pulled his cock back from James's throat, leaving just the cockhead in his mouth. The boy was still struggling against the restraints, but Tiago didn't seem to care. "That's what happened to him last night." "Is that bad?" "Not really. It heals pretty quickly. But the next day or two, cocksucker's got a really sore throat." He turned his attention to James. "You had a sore throat when you came in, right?" James nodded as best he could. He was trying not to remember how similar Tiago's cock felt to the dicks the night before. He wanted to be home. He wanted this to end. He wanted to be Under the covers and alone and safe. Not out here, his body naked, and a stranger watching him get throat fucked. "Please," he said, wanting it end. "Almost," Tiago said. "One more example. Remember. This is just a demonstration. You don't have to worry about it." He turned to Fabien. "This is not how you should do it." Tiago suddenly pushed his cock all the way into James's mouth. "AAAARGH," James practically screamed, despite the cock clogging his throat and the metal spreader keeping his jaw locked open. Tiago stroked his cock in and out a few times, each stroke eliciting a new moan of agony from James. "You see?" he asked Fabien. Fabien just stared at the scene, utterly transfixed. His dick was rock-hard as he imagined the possibilities that had just been laid out for him. Tiago prompted him. "You see?" "Yeah," Fabien finally said. He was still holding the camera in one hand, the lens pointed at the intense throat fucking that Tiago was delivering. "Yeah." "Good," Tiago said, and pulled his cock out of James's mouth. "It's over, James," he said. "It wasn't that bad, now was it?" Tiago asked. James nodded. "I knew you could do it." He turned back to Fabien. "Got that? How to slide in properly?" Fabien nodded. "How much can he take, when he's like that? You know. Opened up?" "A lot," Tiago said. He turned back to James, and without any warning, slowly pressed the full length of his phallus into the young man's throat. James struggled at first, but then accepted it. "Show me yours," Tiago said, nodding at Fabien's visible erection. The black man unzipped his jeans, and slowly fished out his tool. It was thick, long, and hard, easily an inch or two longer that Tiago's seven and half inch endowment. "This?" Fabien asked. "Definitely. Try it." Tiago suddenly pulled his cock all the way out from James's throat, leaving the boy gasping like a beached fish. "Ease, Ooo. Ahtp," James grunted through the pain in his throat and the constraints of the mouth spreader. He was struggling against the leather straps across his chest, but his frantic efforts were going nowhere. "Just once, quickly," Tiago said to Fabien. "His throat is already pretty destroyed from last night. It's going to be hard for him to take all of it for very long." He took the camera from Fabien, and knelt down beside James. "You can do this," he said to James. "You can help Fabien get it right, and that's important, right? It's important." James nodded. Fabien immediately pressed his cockhead into James's mouth. The mouth spreader was wide open, and even so, it was still hard for Fabien to navigate his thick black shaft to the entrance of James's throat. "Found it?" Tiago said. Fabien nodded. "Go for it," Tiago said. "James is ready for it, aren't you?" James was fighting to keep his composure. He wanted to scream. He wanted to run away, and never have to think about this again. But all of that was too much. It was all too much, the bright light of the examination room, the relentless weight of the leather restraints, and the dense softness of the cock pressed against his tonsils. "Go on," Tiago said Fabien pushed, just like Tiago had demonstrated. Several inches of his cock disappeared into James's mouth. "Oh fuck," Fabien moaned. James moaned. Fabien's cock was bigger than he imagined it would be. Tiago watched. He carefully recorded James's throat bulging out from the sheer girth of Fabien's tool. Tiago wondered what it had been like, when James had been properly high and restrained. He wondered what James sounded like when he was begging. "You see?" Tiago said. "This is amazing," Fabien said. "Fucking amazing." "Now. Just once. Try just forcing it in." Tiago put his hand on James's chest. "It's just once, ok? You can do this." James whimpered, but nodded in agreement. "Go ahead," Tiago told Fabien. Fabien had pulled out far enough that just the tip of his dick was still in James's mouth. As soon as Tiago gave him permission, he slammed his cock into the young man's throat. James's body stiffened, and he grunted in agony. Fabien laughed at James's reaction. He was enjoying his power, and clearly reveled in the response he was getting from James. "Taking it all," Fabien said. "Like a good cocksucker." He pulled out, and pushed in again. Once more, James struggled against the invasion, but he was powerless to stop it. "This is fucking amazing," he said. "I could do this all day." "So, you see how that happens?" "Yeah," Fabien said. "Just like this," he said, and used it as an excuse to slam-fuck James's throat once more. The young man was straining against the leather straps. His eyes were red from the tears. "Fuck," he said, as his dick disappeared into James's throat once more. "FUCK," he grunted. "That's enough for now," Tiago said, and pulled Fabien away from James. The black man's cock was stiff, glistening with James's spit. Tiago had been a bit surprised at how much the young man had gotten off on fucking James's throat. He wondered what Fabien could do when he was tweaked, particularly when he had a submissive boy like James to play with. "There's still a lot we need to do."

faggots like us were born to be fucktoys and cumdumpsters. it just takes us different amounts of time to figure it out for several reasons. we are told we should be having safe sex and only with boyfriends and partners, one at a time and that we should have standards and a sense of shame and self-respect and pride. place a high value on having sex and just in a committed relationships blah blah blah. that's fine for normal gay men and boys but some faggots are born pussyboys. the Eason we exist is to be a human fucktoy and give males a hot body with a pair of fuckholes to dump their loads in.not just guys we're dating or guys we like, ANY AND ALL MALES that want to use us or any fuckslut that will let them. when it comes to taking loads we have a deep need. we don't care who blows their loads in us cause we are disgusting whores.we don't even care if we know the names of the men who fuck us or even what they look like. we know the guys fucking us have zero respect for us cause we are such dirty whores. we know hundreds of men know what trash we are but we are actually proud of it. most depraved perverts hide their shameful acts but we show off and openly brag about doing stuff most people would be ashamed of. I was lucky enough to be such an obvious faggot and cumdump that guys have always used me and I was trained to be a true pussyboy early so I have always been a bareback cumdumpster for whoever wants to use me and I live in a great city to be a cumdump. plus I have been able to find daddy and boyfriends that encouraged me to be a cumdump and actually whored me out to tons of men along with watching me take hundreds and hundreds of bathhouse loads each. sooner or later faggots like us realise what we are and turn into the dirtiest trashiest whores around. it doesn't matter what guys who fuck us look like or their ages, weights, status, sexuality, cocksize. we are basically human fleshlights. guys can do whatever they want to us and treat us as degradingly or rough as they want. I just had a guy spit in my face after he came in my ass and I said "thank you sir".welcome to the world of being a worthless cumdumpster xo

It's a sad day in SelfMadeHell when a Man actively undermines what few pleasures can be wrung out of our short, sweet and occasionally epic lives... So. Go get fucked how you want, as often as you want, anywhere you want and drown that little nagging bitch voice in your head in a pool of jizz. Be the unapologetic out-of-control cumdump you were always meant to be.

I find being fucked through a glory hole so horny - the idea of taking a completely anonymous load really turns me on! A few weeks ago I went to the underwear night at Vault sex club in London. Whilst cruising the corridors I met a young hottie who wanted to take me to a cubical. As I was sucking him off, bent over with my ass against the wall of the cubical, I didn't realise that there was a hole in the wall. I suddenly felt something warm pressing against my ass, and then a well lubed up raw cock slid into my ass. I carried on sucking off the young guy, whilst this stranger was fucking me raw through the hole. It didn't take long for the stranger to cum (I guess he was just as turned on by the anonymous fuck as I was!), when he withdrew I turned around and offered my ass to the young guy - he was happy to fuck my used ass and give me a second load. When he left I was about to head to the toilets to clean up when I saw another cock poking through the glory hole. I turned around again and positioned my ass against the hole, and took another anonymous bare cock.

First met this guy from Craigslist - some 4 years ago looking for anon fucking. He got a rock hard 8" and always shoots big loads. Back then, he insisted on condoms but now he loves to breed me as eh went on prep. Takes him 20 minutes to pop over and all I need to do is text him "breed?". Never saw his face and only know his cock and how he hits my prostate when fucking. Heaven! As I am writing this he just left and I got his big load deep inside me. Need more regulars like him!

I am in my mid thirties and am always up for some fun. My horniness for CUM has brought me after many years of fun and risk the Poz status, which has now only made me a hornier cum sow. I was in the car on my way home from a business trip from Bavaria to the beautiful North Rhine Westphalia in Germany. On the highway and online at Grindr. Was horny as sow and have written to the most diverse people, but since it was already 4 o'clock in the morning, no one could be found so quickly. Then I found this young 22 year old boy, pretty cool pictures, but over 80 kilometers away. Nevertheless written to if he had Bock, I would even pay. He asks how much I would pay and shows after my answer very interested. He would be at home and would like to wait for me Anon moderately, but I would have to bring condoms. I check google maps to see how long it would take me and, despite the detour, already show myself to take on the drive. In the past, I would have tried to convince the boy if we could not do it without a condom, but today I know that if the other does not respond to certain hints or questions, he really wants to have it only with a condom. Since I don't want to arouse suspicion, I tell myself that I will only do it safe and bring condoms. Now comes the part that makes me the most fun in recent months. The one that makes me really hot and horny. I drive to the gas station and buy condoms. Drive a little further and stop at a quiet place. I tear open a condom slightly and pull out the rubber. Anyone who has tried the following knows how difficult it is to get holes in a condom. A rubber like that is pretty sturdy. Since I don't have scissors or a sharp object, I use my key and poke several holes in the required tip of the condom. It works with nen bit of force and it's clear this rubber will hold with a little help later, not. Then I add the rubber back into the plastic package and into the box. Off to the date, I am equipped. I arrive at the date after a long drive. He pushes me via Whatsapp that he will open the door and Doggy is waiting on the bed. I actually enter a sweet apartment. There is soft house music playing and as if perfectly made for me, the room is slightly darkened, there is a faint indirect light in the bedroom of the Young Lord. He himself is already on all fours in bed, and I may catch sight of his horny ass. The ass is a little stronger than in the pictures, but the young man has such a horny 22 year old ass box that I can hardly wait, He looks at me a little nervous, what I do so, but after he sees that I undress, he calms down and waits for me to finally fuck him doggy. I come into the room, squat down first, and suck his horny clean hole wet. He moans slightly and finds it horny how I stick my tongue in his hole.During this I get the condom packet out of my pants pocket and put it obviously on the side of the bed so that he perceives it. While I jerk my cock stiff and lick his hole, I take the pack and quickly take out the defective condom, and tear at the pack with my mouth as if opening it for the first time. I get the rubber out, and it still rolls over my cock with no apparent damage. But I know better. I stand up and lubricate his horny hole with the lube he has provided, WHILE I work the hole horny with 2 fingers, my thoughts circle only around how I'm about to put my bare cock in his hole. He himself gets nothing of it and thinks that I'm the safe play guy. I take my cock and finally put it in his hole. He moans out, not knowing yet what is happening. I start fucking him, hoping that the condom will finally give way, but these things are really made of a very sturdy material. Despite my after-action with my hand, the condom unfortunately does not unroll. So I have to squat again after some more fucking, and work his hole with my tongue. What he does not see that my hands are now free and I can work on my cock, The condom just does not want to tear completely. But I feel off a hole with my fingers and put my finger in and pull on it. Finally happens what I hope for. The hole gets bigger and I can push the condom down without making a sound. I stand back up and have this demonic grin on my face. He himself trusts me and does not check my cock, Now only one thing, quickly with the tail in the hole so that he does not get anything. And yes, how horny that is when I put my bare cock in his horny hole. He moans horny and I grunt like a pig. I know what I'm doing. I know how nasty it is, but it makes me totally hot. I start fucking the boy like a boar. The bare glans feels so horny in his smacking hole. And knowing that I'm about to pleasure this young man with my semen brings me up to speed. After 5 minutes of horny fucking, the condom still annoys me. I pull out my cock again and just dare. I pull the condom off quietly, fingers briefly at his hole around and put the bare tail in his hole. He himself gets nothing at all and the point is reached where my filled eggs can no longer. I inject him with such a horny load deep into his intestine that he must have actually felt it. Pull my cock out of his juicy hole and squirt him another jet of cum on his back. I grunt like a boar that just made the sow happy, but quickly dress before he realizes what happened. I put his money on the living room table and disappear. On the way home he writes to me. He asks why I sprayed him on the back and not in the rubber. I tell him that I didn't want to cum all in him. He answers pissed off and shocked, how could it come to this? I tell him that the condom must have torn and I didn't realize it. He is very angry and swears. But that makes me even hornier and makes him even more of an object. I have virtually raped him. I mated and inseminated him without him wanting it. Horny, just horny, I look forward to the next young man who can be inseminated so easily against his will.

100 % Correct !!! TwinkSlut24 self-identifies as a "cumdump", and that fact alone deserves to be respected. I don't know what the gay community in general things about anything - all I know is what I think, and that is: Cumdumps are to be upheld for their dedication to their service, regardless of how much they love giving their service to any man that needs it. These aren't just gay men who bottom; they're committed to service, have likely weighed the potential outcomes, and render their service despite them. If the gay community in general looks down on a cumdump, I would lay that blame on them, since they aren't secure enough in their own sexuality to uphold the dedication of cumdumps. It's easy to point the finger, less easy to realize the finger we point usually should be pointed right back. As to the "addiction", perhaps the adrenaline-rush when a Cock shoots up their ass? More likely though, the rush of satisfaction in knowing they've fulfilled their function - again. I don't assume to have much knowledge though. What I do know is, cumdumps are a most valuable addition to our particular corner of the sexual world. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

Your energy is wasted worrying about what “they” think. There is no “they” - there is no monolithic community of gays who all look at you and nod at each other in agreement (or snicker). There are only individuals, and each one of them is going to see you and what you do through the lens of his own experience and biases. And the way he reacts to you outwardly may not even reflect how he feels inwardly. Other posters above have laid out a range of ways in which others might perceive your behavior. Any of them could be correct. All of them may be. None of them mean anything unless you decide they do. Right now, your question suggests that you’ve decided that it does matter what the gay men around you think of your sexual promiscuity, but have you asked yourself why it matters? If you stand to lose a friendship, a job, the respect of someone whose respect you value, or some other social status dependent on others’ assessment of you, there may be reason to make a calculated assessment of what choice is in your better interest. But if it’s just a question of hearing some random sniggering in a darkened room and wondering if people around you are judging you, your analysis might need to be more about your own fears and insecurities and whether they’re causing you unnecessary distress. Almost no one who forms any sort of opinion about your sluttiness (my autocorrect tried to turn that into ‘slut finesse’, which ought to tell us both something) from an objective viewpoint - they’re all going ti come at it with bias, which means that you can always write off at least a portion of the reaction. But why would anyone think badly of such behavior in the first place? What’s inherently questionable about wanton intercourse? The social stigma against sluttiness has deep roots grounded in practical prevention of unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted disease, considerations that morphed into morals as they became incorporated into the doctrines of religions developed to control populations. So we sluts are up against a lot of history. And to be fair, some of the concern is still valid. When you and I get cunted a dozen times in a day, our holes do become places with the potential for STDs to have been gathered. By making ourselves as easily availably as humanly possible, we do create temptation for others, who may violate relationship commitments. And by fucking in volume, we do absorb a disproportionate share of the limited resource of Tops available. So certain criticisms may have to be borne, if you wish to be honest with yourself about who you are and what you do. But I think the majority of it is more likely to fall into the category of ill-concealed jealousy by men who would do exactly the same thing if they had the balls to do it that you do; or they’re men of weak character, low confidence and poor self-esteem who are trying to elevate themselves in the eyes of their peers by making themselves seem better than you. Does it serve you to give any weight to the opinions of these last sorts? I think not.

The Hep A, Hep B and HPV vaccines, and a PrEP regimen including periodic HIV- and STI testing, might be worth considering. (I mention this just in case you haven't already considered these prevention strategies.)

Just remember that Sean gives as good as he gets. Two hot holes waiting to be fucked and filled every day would make it even better!

A pervy friend of mine lost his job after being furloughed during the pandemic and we both had little spare money this past Christmas. Being a pair of dirty minded sods we had talked about not getting each other a Christmas present as times were tight. One afternoon we both got very drunk and very horny on cheap booze and we decided we would do something sexual for each other for Christmas and give the other what they wanted. Now we had fucked each other and others for a few years so we dared each other to up the anti and say something that was a secret fetish. His wish was to be blindfolded and I go on Growlr and watch him getting fucked and take pics of a stranger arriving fucking him. This went well and I got to eat his ass after of the guys cum. My request was something I’d never admitted to him before. I asked for my first prolapse on the understanding I was drinking throughout. That weekend I did get my arse stretched by fist, dildos and punched resulting in my first rosebud prolapse but I was passed out only seeing the results on his iPhone when I’d sobered up.

Boxer briefs. When I move around I like everything to stay in place.

If this mystery man can be tamed it would be great for Sean to have Jake and his doppelgänger be his regular breeders. Keep that cunt dripping with fresh seed. I mean two big dicked studs who look identical fucking your holes every day. Come on. Who hasn’t dreamt of that?

Pretty strong words for a guy who (a) deliberately chose to create an account at this site, (b) posted repeatedly about his chasing interests, and (c) posted multiple nude photos of himself, now getting all prissy and indignant because no one has gotten around to removing him from the place he deliberately inserted himself. Incidentally, you claim it's "illegal". That simply isn't so. As a resident of Ottawa, you are presumably subject to the Personal Information Protection and Electronic Documents Act, which gives you LIMITED rights to request deletion of certain data from online providers. Most importantly, PIPEDA does not provide individuals with a right to request the deletion of their personal information when it is still required for the purposes for which it was collected. In other words, if BZ needs to retain information about you because you posted information here previously, and it deems that necessary for establishing who posted what and when, it is perfectly entitled to keep your information on file. BZ may CHOOSE to let you delete your account - but the posts you made will most likely remain visible. That wouldn't necessarily be the case if you were a resident of a country with stronger privacy rights (such as within the EU). But dude, you posted it, own up to it, and grow a pair.

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Exactly. What this is about is how much of the drug remains active in your system and for how long. With most daily drugs, the dosage is calculated such that roughly 24 hours after taking it, you're about at the point where another dose is needed to keep the levels of the drug effective. But that's an approximation. If you normally take at noon, but one day you forget and don't remember until 3 PM, go ahead and take it then (which will bump up the level in your system again). Where this gets problematic, if at all, is when you forget to take that noon dose completely, and the next morning, you have receptive anal sex with a poz guy who's got a very detectable load. That scenario combines several factors: a missed dose completely, which means the level in your system is dropping significantly lower than normal, plus a risky sex act performed with a very much potentially infectious person. After all, missing the dose but eventually making it up is "no harm, no foul" if you don't get exposed to HIV in the interim. It's not like your body "remembers" that gap and leaves you at risk. So, go ahead and shift your dosing forwards or backwards as needed to fit your new schedule. Just don't skip any days entirely AND have unprotected sex while you're waiting to take the next dose.

U are more than welcome to delete it (or clarify what u wrote) if you'd like to. I'm just saying because what you said is, at best "insensitive"; at worst, "bigoted".

Been swallowing for over seven years now. The first couple of times was difficult: I would spit it out disgusted at myself and at the taste, but just forced myself one day and have been loving it ever since. Makes cleaning up after a jerk session so much easier and I assess my general health by the taste of the cum too.

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.

17 - the day the NY Jets won the Superbowl. This guy picked me up on 42nd St as i was looking in the window of a porno bookstore. Took me back to his apartment and sucked me off. He then asked if I wanted to fuck him - telling me it was "just like pussy". I (unfortunately ) declined and hopped the next train to my folks' home on Long Island.

Part 2 He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. He reminded me a bit of me years ago when I was introduced to the Dark side of sex. Mine started with an older lady that taught me the enjoyment of pain and pleasure. After using dildoes on my ass and sucking me dry she started using a strapon. Shortly after that she enticed me to let some of her friends join in. they were 2 bi guys that really got me fucked up and fucked out. I can still remember the horror of her holding me down while the guys took turns in my ass, one was covered but the other one was bare. He blew a huge load in my ass and then pissed in my ass. Another first for me, after I felt hot inside and wanted more action, the only issues was that my cock was soft and smaller than I ever remembered. A couple weeks later the guys invited me to a party. I thought there would be girls there but there was only 2 girls there, or so I thought. They were smoking weed and other tuff, at that time I had only smoked one time and really didn’t get much out of it. The girls got me smoking and had my cloths off pretty soon. I had a cola to drink and it tasted a little funny. By that time the guys were playing with each other, sucking and fingering. I was really concentrating on the 2 girls thinking I was going to get some ass. At one time one of the girls was sucking my cock and playing with my ass. I was incredibly horny, I figured it was from the action. The girl sucking my cock started fingering my ass, something that I really love. I felt a warm sensation in my ass, it was a mild burn. The girl told me not to worry about it, all I knew is that shortly after I was on fire. She rolled me only my stomach and stared licking my ass and adding more fingers. My head was spinning with excitement. She was talking to the other gurl and asked if she was ready, I thought I was going to get a strapon and was more than ready. The one eating my ass moved to a side and held my cheeks open, the other on crawled up on me. I could feel the dildo dragging on my upper thighs and I was pumping my hips not the mattress. I felt the tip on my hole and then she pushed in. I suddenly realized it was the real thing, she pumped in my ass for a while getting close and slowing down that speeding up to get close again. The other girl took off her skirt. She was hung about 8” with piercings. She pumped it then came close to have me suck on it. I didn’t like it but sucked on it some, about that time the one in my ass started moaning, telling me what a great cunt I had and shoved deep in me, I started to yell when the other one shoved her cock half way down my throat. I felt the one in my ass throbbing and I knew I was getting a load in me. She pulled out and the one on my mouth pulled away and said that this was going to be fun. The one that just shot in my ass pushed something up my but that burnt like hell, She said to really it will help. The other one climbed on me and started pushing up me. I felt my burning ass being split in half. I could tell that the piercings were ripping my ass open. She fucked the hell out of me but I loved every minute of it, when she came in my ass I really felt her shoot. After that they took me out to the main room where I was passed around to every guy as a fresh piece of meat. I learned that I was given booty bumps, never heard of them before, and fucked all night. I never was able to cum, my cock shriveled up to nothing. My ass was sore and hurt for a couple days after, but i was hooked and wanted more That night I had fingers, toys, cocks and all sorts of drugs pushed up my ass. This is some of what I had planned for the Kid if he called back

I love trance music playing in the background, no vocals just the constant beat flooding my subconscious. Especially when smoking pot. The beat gets into my head and then all my nerve endings are firing off to match the music and I get caught up in feeling my tunnel of pleasure opening and allowing the hand/arm to slide in.

Hubby goes to bed early, so I do a lot of my fucking after that — he loves it when he wakes up to cumhole sex smells in the middle of the night or early morning. Often this gets me another load or felching 🍀

I thought I would give a recount of my sexcation last month. Of course my goal is to take all the raw cock I can with the hope of being bred by every one but you have to go with the flow sometimes. So I started in Palm Springs with Leather Pride and attended two pool parties at Canyon Club. Super fun event guys. There was a tent with four slings and a fuck bench. Spent my share of time in the fuck bench taking raw cock. Lots of smokin' hot guys wandering around. Then on to the Atlantis cruise which oddly enough was not a sex fest since they did not have a dick deck. Plenty of hot guys but was hard to hook up since I was not using apps. Only six hook-ups the whole cruise. Wah. Back to Palm Springs, plenty of action there especially on the apps, cruising spots and private parties. Woof! The parties are crazy fun. Did my first anonymous pump and dump as a top. Found this muscle jock with a hairy ass waiting for loads. So fucking beautiful!!! I ate and mounted that hole in a frenzy. If you are a top in Palm Springs you never have to go with out. One night at a club on Arenas I met six guys who were all sitting on a bench on the patio. All fuckable. The next night I fucked three of them and got fucked by two at a play party. I was in a play room and three of the guys were lined up on the bed, tall bald/older muscle daddy/short latino...all hot as fuck. I went right down the line eating ass and fucking. It was beautiful. I should have loaded one of them but waited to rub one out while this tatted up muscle jock pounded my hole. Great night. I had to try out The Z in San Antonio since the ACI closed down. I liked the ACI so was sad to see it go but at least it has a replacement. Initially I have to say I am not crazy about the layout, very maze-like. Its dark but with no real dark room. That was a disappointment. The counter guy was pleasant and he called me handsome sooo thumbs up on the crew. So my evening started with a stalker. I had to get the cute counter guy (he was seriously fuckable) to show me where the bathroom is and this other guy follows me in. I am taking a pee and he is watching and wacking. And he starts talking. I bail. He follows me to my locker. Still wacking it by the way. Then he follows me back in where I have a seat hoping he will wander off. He wants me to jerk and watch porn with him. I inform him I am waiting for someone (lie) and he gracefully fucks off. Three minutes later I am sucking cock in a gloryhole booth. Its a perfect cock too, short, fat and uncut. My favorite cock flavor! He's a quick shooter and dumps a juicy load in my mouth. I am so hard. The first load came so fast I got cocky thinking I am gonna get way loaded. Then everybody disappears. WTF? What empties faster than a bathhouse? I get tired of wandering and plopped myself in the sling. Surprisingly, very quickly, a guy walks up to me and starts rubbing his cock on me. He has trouble getting it up. He's old, maybe 70, but he's furry and a good kisser. I get out of the sling so we can make out properly. I am still hoping to get his cock up my ass but he has other ideas. Before I know it he's blowing a load on my leg. I go back to the gloryhole booths and this guy goes in the next booth, he knows I am there but has a seat anyway and ignores me. Total cockblocker! Erg!!! I move on to one of the bunks to lay down hoping an anonymous top will crawl on top and fuck me. Its one of my favorite ways to take loads. You have to be patient with this move. It works, sort of. Someone climbed aboard with a half hard stiffy, gave me a few pokes and just as I was getting into it disappeared. Back to making the rounds, guys coming and going, no ones fucking, no one wants a blowjob. A short dark skinned man comes into my booth and he has a big cock. I blow him but he feels up my lubed up hole and thankfully wants to fuck. Yes! Its a great fuck. He has me get on my hands and knees. This position gets him going and he greases my hole with a generous helping of nut juice. Before he can leave the booth there is a cock at the gloryhole. Its another shorty. He lets me polish his knob for a bit then walks over to my booth so he can relax in the chair and get serviced. He shares his poppers which are better than mine (some asshole stole mine at leather pride!). I get his load as well. Very tasty and satisfying. Back to the bunk. I think the same guy mounts me again. He shares his poppers too but again a few pokes and he is gone. I don't notice at first but he shot his wad on the back of my thigh. Too bad, he should have bred me. There is a bear of a guy on another bunk and I get all hot and bothered watching a guy do him, or at least I think he is getting fucked. When I go over and start eating his ass there is no lube and no cum. I tried to fuck him. He was hard to read so I gave up and went back to my bunk. The dark skinned guy, like from India dark, found me and had another go at my hole. It was my turn to come as my time was running out and I did not want to pay for a renewal especially since the crowd was so lame. Shot my wad and then back to the hotel. I still wanted more dick. Stopped in New Orleans to hook up with a trick I had not seen in 20 years. That was fun. He's still as piggy as ever, we flip fucked for a couple nights. Then on to Florida to visit a friend/fuckbud. We had a three-way with a black friend of his (weez both white) He fucked us both but I got the load. He He. Turned my truck north on I-65 and had to visit the ABS just north of Cave City. I have to do another post on my time there cuz it was STOOPID! Three hours, one cock and several cockblockers. Are they doing it on purpose or are they idiots? Last stop, Grand Rapids, Michigan and the Diplomat Bathhouse. I have had a lot of fun at that place over the years. Kinda slow though during my visit. I blew three guys and fucked one of them. Ate a very yummy ass and would have liked to fuck that as well. The guy had a fucking amazing cock that I was aching to sit on but he wasn't into that. So the Sexcation is over for me and the results: 2 resort pool parties 7 day cruise 2 private fuck parties 2 bathhouses 1 ABS 3 app hook-ups 4 fuck buddies 2 times cruising All for a grand total of 69 guys I played with during a 25 day sexcation. Gotta start planning the next one.

I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.

For a while I kept records - attributes, size, what he liked, how he fucked, nicknames I'd given repeats, etc. Then I slowly morphed to just keeping numbers. I can remember most of them, but sometimes they blur together - especially on the 20+ load nights at a bath or sex club (though that hasn't happened in over a year)! Can't wait to get back to it! Fully vaxxed now, so look for updates and reports of a huge hole swallowing men! :-)

Jake spend the next few days luxuriating with clints body. Every inch of the boy seemed built to please a man, from his lush cocksucking lips to his firm tight ass. Jake took pleasure in teaching him how to service a man, but couldnt help but wonder if he had learned a few tricks from Seth. Clint seemed to gravitate toward worshipping Jakes heavy balls. the boy couldnt seem to resist licking and sucking them for what seemed like hours on end. Gradually Clint spent nearly a day learning to deep throat Jake, slowly inhaling the forbidden perfume of a small bottle of poppers as he gulped inch by inch, until finally his face was pressed firmly into Jakes groin. By sunset, Jake was casually fucking his cock into the boys gurgling throat as he dangled off the end of his bed, a pool of fresh poz precum glistening on his belly. Jake made sure to groan his encouragement as the warm seed in has balls made its way into Clints stomach. as dawn broke, Jake would rise to find Clint greedily swabbing his poz cock against his hot little hole until Jake gave in and with a gentle push, entered the boys body once again. Clint delighted in milking the poison cock cream from jake whenever the opportunity presented itself and by the afternoon, was practically a mess of seed drooling from his stretched cunt and smeared on his alabaster cheeks. As Jake flipped through channels triyng to find something on TV the tintinnabulation of a hot shower finally began. He had wondered if Clint would ever get one, or if he was turning into some sort of twink pig that lived off poz jizz and affection. As Jake settled into Oprah a cheerful rap came to the door, interrupting his thoughts of a cum glazed Clint and driving him to grudgingly tug on a pair of jeans. Pulling open the door and squinting at the bright noon sun, he sighed. It was Seth, and he looked infuriatingly chipper as always. "somebody told me..." Seth exclaimed, as he pushed his way past jake to launch his backpack onto the couch with a thump, "my handsome Jake has a new boyfriend!" Jake rolled his eyes. "Lucas dumped me." he mumbled, as he settled back into the couch and resumed flipping through channels. "well I say good for you. You know, Clint just thinks the world of you and that thick poz horsecock..." Seth tugged the snaps open on Jakes jeans and oblivious to his protests, shoved his hands in and began fondling and stroking the boys tool like it was his own. "there it is....And, jake, you cant tell me clint doesnt feel just perfect inside. I mean look at him, those hips, that perfect little ass, he was meant to ride cock! your cock." Seth alternated between throating and pumping as he worked Jake to full staff. As quick as he started, Seth hopped up and slid his shorts down. "come on man, I've already been dumped once today..." Jake protested as Seths undeniable libido once again took control of the conversation. "Thats why we're gonna be quiet as a mouse! nice and quick you know you missed me. just the head?" Seth nudged Jakes prick into place as he had done so many times before and watched jake sigh in resignation as Seths velvety hole worked its magic. "more jake more. You know how to do it....theres a boy, nice and deep in that poz pussy." Seth delighted as Jakes hands went around his hips and ffirmly planted his oozing cock into the nymphs sucking hole. jake moaned as Seth worked the cock inside him, perfectly stroking and milking him for the load he so greedily craved. "sshhh, quiet as a mouse baby...." Seth clasped his hand across Jakes mouth and rode the boy harder. "thats right jake feels so good doesnt it? cum in this poz pussy. give it up..." Seths encouraging whispers gave way to wide eyed panting as Jake grunted, pumping his load deep into seths body as the mischevous bottom just grinned from ear to ear. "oh thats a big hot load of jake juice isnt it baby, i feel it inside....such a big yummy poz load....." Reluctantly Seth slid off the boys wilting tool, tugged on his shorts, and went rifling through his bag. Jake collected himself momentarily as he tucked his slimy prick back into his jeans and laid his head back. staring at the ceiling, Jake knew Seth was right. For whatever his ex had going for him, nothing could compete with warm inviting poz boy butts. Stretching the definition, he was sure he could get away with calling the past few days of pumping Clint full of man seed a "Date" "ow damnit!" Jake jerked as he felt the pinprick on his shoulder followed by Jakes firm grip as he administered the contents of the point. "what is that...." he asked in rising panic, assuming some incredible fantasy-land cocktail from mikey no doubt. "relax horsecock, its Penicillin." Jake cringed confused as Seth finished up. "oh dang i should have asked first are you allergic? anyway dont forget who gave you that special gift." Seth gripped Jakes package, "I still have a few fun friends who want a ride on Jakes spicy sugar stick but youre just giving them the gift. Youre not santa claus." Seth gave jake a playful pat just as clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Chop Chop lollypop! we gotta get a move on!" Seth tugged Jake to his feet as he exchanged a confused glance at Clint. "Jake and I are helping some friends move! dont wait up we'll hook up later on tomorrow dont worry about it amigo!" seth chirped abruptlky as he ushered Jake to the car.

This just happened On a business trip and went to hunt for some escorts, and I ordered an out call escort to my hotel room, He arrived and we get down to business, but however, what wasn't revealed in his pictures were a small little biohazard tattoo near his hip bone. I obviously know what that means, hence I will be prepared not to take his toxic load After 20 mins into the massage, he flipped me to my stomach, and he pour oil onto my back, and he poured quite excessively that some leak to my butt crack, He started to grind his muscled chest on my back, using his dick to tease my back. This goes on for 2 mins, and his dick gradually hardens, and he slid to my ass crack, it felt nice, combined with him licking my ears! and after another few minutes, he accidentally slipped into my ass entrance, just the tip, I felt scared and excited and horny at the same time, and I thought just the tip is acceptable However, I've no idea why, everytime he rubs his chest on my back and his dick manuveuring around my ass crack, I would purposely try to angle it in such a way that his harden thick dick would have more chance to 'accidentally' slip into me. Coupled with my ass rhythm, his dick did managed to slip into my ass more often, i moaned slightly and thats prolly a sign of approval for him. He started to dip his dick deep inside me and massage my back. I started twitching my ass muscle and he let off a soft giggle and start pumping me I have really no idea what I wanted, my horniness overcomed my fear, after 15 mins of pumping, he accelerated his strokes and shot his cum load deep inside me. The massage ended shortly after and I tipped him handsomely and he left. I cant believed I actually tipped a masseur for his poz load

I do hope that having un uncut dick won't be a problem. I'dalso love to see a pierced dick but no one has one in greece (at least no one that I have ever met or chatted). I also want a pa hole so as for my cum to leak from there too 🙂

Jake stood motionless in the tile shower as the warm water cascaded across his body. stepping forward he placed his hands above his head, bracing his body against the satin grey tile as the water poured down his back, channeling naturally between his shoulders, to his hips, and along his taut milky cheeks as he stared down at his pendulous tool. Lucas would never understand how beautiful and perfect he had become, how he could become. maybe his strain would take, or maybe not, but Jake was sure this was a gift, a precious gift. Being poz among men was...it was as if he were some demigod. He could bless boys as he chose, convert the worthy few who invited his virulent hungry organ into their bodies and accepted his warm potent gift. Jake ran his hand along the length of his member. Poz meant his cock was home in only the finest, most exclusive bottoms. The boys who only cared about the purest pleasure. His exclusivity was confirmed gratefully by willing boys who buttered their holes with his precum and begged for his release, and denied to those who refused his generous pursuit of raw lust. Jakes head shot up as he heard his phone skittering across the marble kitchen countertop, vibrating with an incoming call. Scrambling to open the shower door he scuffed his feet on the bathroom rug momentarily and took off like a wet nude flash down the hall. "Lucas?!" he eagerly waited for the voice on the line to affirm his existence again if even for a moment. "uhm, Jake?" The boy searched his mind for what this timid voice was. It certainly wasnt Lucas. "Seth gave me your number. its Clint!" Jakes smile faded as he plodded back to the shower to fetch a towel. He certainly remembered blowing more greasy loads of pod spunk than he could count into this boy, he just never expected to hear from him again for some reason. His cock twitched at the thought of Clints insatiable cunt. "Hows it goin buddy?" Jake finished wiping himself down as he scooted the towel across puddles of water in the hall. "I feel...i dont feel good today jake. do you think it worked?" Jake felt a swell of pride as he heard the boys hoarse cough over the phone. "i think so baby." Jakes cock was rock hard as he imagined the boys smooth body embracing his gift. "I-if your not busy do you want to come over?" Clint asked bashfully. "of course i do baby ill be right there." Jake was now openly fisting his cock in anticipation of a slick poz hole to start his day with. "hi" Clint looked exhausted as he opened the door to his apartment dressed only in a pair of black briefs. his tired shoulders slumped as Jake embraced him. "Its all over baby you did a great job. Youre poz now" he stroked clints hair as the boy kissed him on the cheek. "i missed you Jake" he mumbled, moving his hand down to his underwear and slipping them down to present his pale cheeks. "i tried fingering my hole but it doesnt make me cum Jake" The boy couldnt believe his eyes. After all this, all clint could still think of was Jakes cock? it throbbed eagerly as he undid the buttons on his jeans. "i know baby, your boypussy needs a big cock in it doesnt it?" Clint nodded wearily as he spread his legs wider. "I made it slick already." he spread his hole obscenely for the hungry raw top to expose his dripping hole. "i mean, seth helped earlier. he brought lube" Clint pointed to a tupperware dish on the countertop that was obviously full of anonymous loads. "i never saw this kind before, but he put lots of it inside" clint remarked absently as he dipped a finger into his hungry toxic cunt. "this is the best kind of lube baby, but only poz holes get to use it. its very special." Jake scooped a gob of the seed into his fist and smeared it on his cock. "please Jake i need it inside. make me feel good." Jake stepped to the boys eager hole and gripped his hips. "put the nice big cock inside where it feels good clint" The boy sighed as he nudged his ass back and swallowed Jakes tool halfway. "oooooh fuck yes" clint moaned, continuing to slide back on the mans thick leaking prick. "god please jake fuck my hole" the desperate boy begged. "Jake began forcefully slamming his impossibly large cock into the smaller teens frame. this was what he was made for, charging up holes and shooting his load deep.

Move on and find a poz friendly one?