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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.

24 year old college jock new to NYC. Looking for dudes to fuck around with, groups, and sex parties.

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.

take as long as you need .. for me - it's all about how you fuck me .. move me around .. use my hole the way you need .. and cum when you want ..

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.

Overheating during cuddling is an actual thing. It happens to all of us. Some guys tend to give off more body heat than others; I personally give off a lot, so it's been fairly commonplace for my guy to separate from me after a little while to cool off. I don't take any offence or read anything else into it.

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!

bottom here wanting some tops to come over and breed me uncut a plus and love poz tops. while they are fucking me having poz talk.

@pisces bearcub, I had a dripping boner writing it. Thank you

There was a thread about this at

1. You'd have to ask your partner whether they're "trying to escape" from you or not. Last I checked mind-reading wasn't a commonly found attribute in Homo sapiens. 2. Imagine being in a room that's already 80 degrees and being put under five layers of blanket, and told to keep your entire body under the blankets for the next eight hours. That'll give you some idea. Or get 20 hot water bottles and fill them all with the hottest water you can get from the tap. Get into bed and line them along the front of your body from chin to thigh, and pull your sheet and blanket over you. 3. This is one of those "what's more important to you?" scenarios. If you, as the cuddler, think your desire to cuddle outweighs your partner's physical comfort, then you keep cuddling until you drive him away with your clinginess. If you want to keep him as a partner, you cuddle for a bit, and accept it when he needs to pull away to avoid body heat buildup. You have other options, like putting some space between you but draping an arm over his chest, if continued physical contact is really important. If you can't compromise on that, maybe this isn't someone with whom you could have a successful long-term relationship, at least of the sort you seem to want.

And I'm happy for the both of you. Ditching the cultural bs we've been raised with, and listening to our own hearts and minds (and lusts) will almost always lead us to where we need to be. Kudos, bud !!

Here's the thing, though. That depends on finding "the one". Or, as Dan Savage says, the 0.72 that you round up to one. And I'm not putting that down in the slightest. I have a superb relationship (if I say so myself) and I'm very, very happy with it. But I was also very happy before I met him, and if I hadn't, I'm pretty damned sure I wouldn't have been better off sticking with one of the previous guys who was, in retrospect, a 0.45 or less. And had I not met him, I'd still have been pretty happy with my life. In fact, I suspect one reason I was able to see him for what he was and add him into my life is that I was already content with what I had. The problem I see isn't in saying that relationships are wonderful; it's the attitude that the OP has that of course a partner will stay forever, unlike friends, and of course that isn't necessarily so. And I've known way, way too many people over the years who start lamenting by 25 or so if they're not in a relationship and are constantly on the lookout for "the one" who will finally make them happy. The OP's friend seems to be in a place where he's happy with his life, and while he says he's not looking for a relationship, I suspect if "the one" (or the 0.75 or whatever) came along, he might well decide it's time to settle down. But I still contend it's better to be happy with oneself and one's life first, and not be seeking someone to fill in a gap. The guys in the best relationships I've known have usually said something like "he filled a gap I didn't even realize was there" - which is diametrically opposite to the guys who have their laundry list of what they want in a relationship ready to measure each guy they meet.

Part 1 - Tainted Seed☣🌱 _____ Part 2 - 🏞️Lecherous Burgeon🌿 As the sun broke through the ceiling of the woods in dashes of light, the melody of local small critters echoed gently with a soft breeze among the trees. It barely masked the soft pants of Patrick as he held with an intense grip on the guy’s hair as he fully hilted his 7-inch dick down the throat and felt his balls push up firmly on the chin. He didn’t even look down, just out and keeping an eye through the trees as he slowly pulled just a mere inch before shoving the full-length back in. He felt the suffocating twink start to slap his hand; struggling to communicate discomfort before nails start to claw into Patrick’s hands struggling to pull them off. “Stupid cunt-” Patrick kneed the guy off as the boy’s nails scratched his skin and air started to fill the young boy’s lungs again as he gasped. “Cum-guzzler, was it? Your profile is pathetic fake.” Patrick slowly rubbed his slick shaft as it dripped with the young man’s saliva. The cock sucker choked a bit on air before he started to get up and sputtered out. “You-. you wouldn’t let me get a breath in before you shoved it down my throat asshole-” Patrick’s still hard cock once more invaded his lips. “What, like this-Ow!” He pulled out immediately as he felt a sharp pain with fingers clenching around his nuts with his hookup scurrying away. “You little shit!” Patrick fell to his knees as he held onto his groin to shield it instinctively. He was about to call out at the fleeing cock sucker, but he just heaved a sharp breath in and got up putting his dick away. He hadn’t nutted in a couple days, so his irritancy was on edge as he pulled out his phone. No one nearby on grindr and he checked sniffies but sure enough was empty except for a couple anonymous profiles too off. He wasn’t entirely surprised; the area had just experienced new developments with the boom of the city’s expansion but not yet populated. Still, he was hoping when he noticed how lush and thick the park was with the woods, he could get lucky. How he missed the better cruising days when he lived closer to New York. The wandering cruiser slowly rubbed his half hard shaft in his pants, taking care to not put pressure on his sore nuts after the cunt abused them. Patrick was considering jerking his load out there with his senses starting to calm but still had that sexual prime driving through his system. Patrick felt his cock firm up and he looked at his phone again to see if another app might get him lucky; he had taken a wellness day after all. While he looked down at his phone the plant life surrounding him had started to rapidly flourish and grow, even the trees seemed to expand their leaves inching wider above him to cast a dimmer atmosphere as the flowers and buds bloomed to release an intriguing aroma under shadows. The air quickly turned misty and heavy, the firmness in Patrick’s cock intensely growing to full erection again and hardening his nipples. The aphrodisiacal atmosphere coaxed his attitude to be calm and blissful, but confidently driven. That was until he noticed the green eyes staring at him from deeper into the woods. Patrick didn’t panic, he knew that gaze too well and without hesitation he fully unzipped his pants and spat on his dick before slowly rubbing it. His confidence returned a feral grin when he saw the figure continue to smirk then gestured to follow. Patrick was a bit brisk in his walk to catch his new luck and he was elated to see that as he came into the secluded grove his newfound fuck bud was simply leaning between two trees ass exposed. Still wearing a ragged shirt but the cruiser’s eyes firmly stared at the exposed ass as his cock started to drip a salivating precum. He couldn’t help but wonder where the guy’s pants were, but he wasted no further time on the thought before taking two steps forward and fully impaling his shaft into Robert’s hole. Patricks’ shudders nearly evolved into shrilled yells between the trees as he felt the wet slick hole coat his raging cock; but the heavy wood’s insulated that cry as Patrick’s conscious resumed his experience in keeping quiet while proceeding to fuck the willing hole. He could feel other loads in the man; not sure how many but they were coating the full length of his shaft as it stabbed deeper into the depths of the blossoming bottom. It felt as if there was so much it was pooling at the bottom and his shaft started to feel a growing tingling phenomenon as his increasingly forceful jabs from his cock forced more second-hand cum down his urethra. Patrick’s mind received the sensations, but he quickly dismissed them enjoying the slutty pig ass in delight. “God damn boy, your hole is something new.” Patrick loudly whispered as he fully rutted in the college boy’s ass. The bottom didn’t respond, only firmly embracing his pose between the tree’s as he felt the cock penetrate him and seep its own cum into his fuck fount. Patrick’s shaft just kept swelling in size to where even the recently conformed natural cum dump felt ripples of bliss pound through him and he couldn’t help but pant in need. “Yeah, that’s right, I know at the start they can’t handle it, but they all soon adore my cock for its talent in filling your hungry hole.” The older man grunted as his thrusts became much more forceful and sharper. He was surprised he hadn’t cum yet and immediately deserted his sudden ass-fulfilling affiliate by now. Patrick was starting to get a little shocked as he could feel the copious amount of male essence dripping down his thighs as they collided with the cheeks in front of him; the slick substance coating his skin with a shiny hue and pollen as it dripped and drizzled to the forest floor. But those warning thoughts in Patrick’s head were almost immediately dismissed as his balls were rapidly tainted with the mutated strain now corrupting his own seed. It quickly replicated, and the malignant cells rampantly expanded in size and number to replace the initial inferior seed. It was noticeable that the nuts between the man's legs were increasing in size and turning bright red; the sensation a little painful yet intensely coaxing; Patrick's eyes rolling into the back of his head as his pants started to moan out to praise his climax. Despite his experience and wisdom urging Patrick's conscious to remain quiet in the public park, a roar in euphoric bliss erupted from his mouth. The man drained of the stamina he had initially been pent up with vanquished he collapsed on Robert nearly passing out from the sensations. “Sorry bud-” Patrick managed to gasp out as he recovered, suddenly realizing despite the smaller frame Robert was still standing and undaunted by his weight. He stumbled backing up to stand only to fall back now weak from the encounter. Patrick eventually got his breath and stood up; not taking care to notice he was having some difficulty pulling his pants up with his nuts filling up so much space now. The top cautiously stared at his convenient mate, his gut feeling sending jolts of caution to him that something was a bit off that the other man hadn't moved from his spot where he had just taken a rough mounting. As he slowly came about to Robert's face their eyes met; and the green glow was noticed more dwelling in the dark shadows of the trees. The effect would have spooked him before, but he was oddly calm until he heard a startling voice behind him. “He definitely enjoyed that one more than the rest.” Patrick nearly swore as he jumped and turned to face Adam. He had no idea how long the grounds keeper had been standing there but for all he knew Robert could have been blocking him from view during the entire encounter. “Jesus has he been hiding you from every dick he takes so you could watch-” “Oh no, I don't spy on nature in work. But I don't mind admiring it's beauty when I come across it as it spawns something amazing.” Adam said merrily as he took a hit from his Tobacco pipe. Taking care to not let the red glow too much to illuminate Roberts altered figure. But the impromptu cruiser could not help but address the concern. “I'm not sure why he's so quiet. He's not even moving-” Patrick could feel Roberts eyes meeting his. Not in a frantic or alarming way, they were calm. But his pose seized to alter in a way to indicate that things were normal. “Well since he's not moving from that stance, I suppose he may just be hungry for another load.” The elder admirer playfully said as he unzipped the front of his overalls and without hesitation took a stance behind his initial convert. There was not any pause as a pleasure sounding growl was heard as an erect shaft plunged into the creamy mess. A hesitant chuckle escaped Patrick's lips before he advised that he took that as his cue to depart. He briskly walked away, realizing how much darker the woods were walking back to a common path. A hand quickly reached down to rub his shaft, already half hard again while a subtle tingling reverberated and prompting a self-scowl; he thought he’d have to go get tested as a result. As he walked into the sunlight breaking from the shadows of the trees, he took a moment to look back through the woods. He couldn’t see where he had come from with the trees being so deep in the woods, but Patrick couldn’t help but have a ping of concern for Robert just thinking that he didn’t seem to be moving at all after that breathing fit while mounted. As he made it to his car Patrick scoffed, realizing his attitude towards a quick fuck had gotten soft. Rubbing sweat off his brow and grinning he mumbled. “Cut that out Patrick, don’t need any holes thinking they should matter when I need to unload.” He sped off, rubbing his shaft as he felt it get fully hard and tingling. He contemplated going back in to unleash another load, but his mind still could not shake the uneasy feeling that something wasn’t right with what he had encountered. He was able to shake the urge to go back in the woods to the dismay of Adam as the groundskeeper stared down, high up from the trees with glowing green eyes.

Code Red: A Stealthing Story The Bottom So there I was, arse against the wall, my hole lined up with the glory hole between porn booths. I had discovered them recently, and totally by accident. I was walking around the porn shop a few weeks back when I came across the rows of booths. One of the walls was literally shaking, and it had me intrigued. A few days later I came back and tried them out, and I can tell you that from the moment the man in the porn-lit room next to mine put his cock through that hole I was hooked. Last night I put out an add on craigslist. “Gloryhole Fuck” it was titled. I’m a complete bottom, and a cum-hungry one at that. I put it out there that I was looking to be bred by some anonymous guys, clean only, discrete only, and NSA only. So there I was with my hole pushed up against the wall, lubed with my own spit and some random’s cum. I had already serviced two guys. One of them blew in my mouth as soon as he got hard, which I didn’t mind since it gave me more to lube my hole with. The second guy started fucking my mouth the moment I started sucking it. I knew what it meant. I turned around and slid his shaft into my hole. He didn’t even wait for me to ride it. He was in control. The walls shook as I stood there and jerked off with my eyes closed. The porn was poor stimulation compared to this guy’s cock pounding me. I heard him speak for the first time. “Yeah…Yeah…I’m cumming.” So I squeezed my hole as tight as I could and held it until the pounding became shaking. He pulled out of me and left the stall before I had even knelt down to whisper ‘thanks’. That was when the next guy entered the stall. “Did you put the add on craigslist?” he asked. I whispered ‘yes’ in response. “Show me your hole.” He responded. So I did. I turned around and lined my arse against the hole. I felt his fingers play with my hole for a bit before they penetrated me. Even with the cum the last guy deposited it felt a bit raw, a bit painful. I’m not the biggest fan of being fingered, so I figured that it was just because of that. His fingers pulled out and moments later I felt the tip of his cock align with my hole. He thrust it what must have been as far as it could go. My legs shook a bit just from how deep his cock went. He gently pulled out, and then the walls shook again when he thrust it back in. He picked up the pace and started fucking me harder and harder. Then he was done. No grunts, no shaky legs. He just pulled out of me. He had to have blown his load, because when the tip of his cock left me a blob of cum fell onto the floor below me. Not even a second after he pulled out I felt another cock, a different cock, slip through the glory hole and into me. There were two guys in the other booth! This second guy was a whole lot more verbal as he fucked me. He moaned with every thrust, and so did I. Every time the walls shook a shiver went up my spine. All of a sudden my cock felt like it was going to burst. “I’m going to blow” he said from the other stall. Perfect timing. I grabbed my cock and jerked it furiously. The guy’s moaning turned into grunting and the wall stopped shaking. My cock shot my load out and over the booth stall as I squeezed the guy’s cock with my arse. He slowly pulled out and then closed the glory hole over from his side. I heard their door open and went to put my pants on. I heard the glory hole cover slide open, and something solid dropped through. The lights in my stall had gone out, so I put my clothes back on and grabbed what ever it was they dropped through and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As I sat there on the toilet I emptied myself of the loads I had taken. I looked down to admire the cummy mixture in the toilet when I noticed it was laced with red. I took some toilet paper and wiped, and it came up red. Fuck. I was bleeding. How did that happen? After I cleaned up I walked out of the porn store, awkwardly smiling at the guy behind the counter. As I got to my car I remembered the thing they dropped through the hole. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Only three words were written on it. Enjoy our gift ---- The story from the ‘gifters’ will be coming soon. First attempt at a fictional story, feedback is appreciated

I fucken miss Craigslist

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".

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.

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 like to be fucked in the ass, the more and more often the better. I've received a lot of semen in my ass in my life, often from people I haven't even seen, they just came in behind me after the previous fucker ejaculated and did their thing. I received my first cum load very young, and today at the age of 62 I feel healthy and in great shape. The more sperm I take in, the healthier I am and the better my immunity is.

ncdmp

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

9. Penetration "Please, Daddy. Fuck me," James moaned. He exhaled the rest of his hit; there was still enough to leave a dense cloud. "Fuck me." "You're sure, boy," Tim said. He kissed the boy again, but also reached back and grabbed James's ass. The boy gasped, but it wasn't long before he pressed back against Tim's hands. "Yeah," James moaned. The crystal was now washing over his brain. "It doesn't matter. I need you, Daddy. I need you cock." "Of course, boy. You were always going to get Daddy's dick. That was never in doubt. But first, give it a bit more love." Tim let go of James's ass. He only had to put one hand on the back of James's head before the young slut got the hint. James leaned in, and quickly swallowed the full length of his dick. "Fuck boy. You're a good cocksucker." He turned to Fabien and the camera. "All the way down. Just like that. That's a professional cocksucker for you." He let go of James's head, and grabbed the pipe again. He did a long hit, enjoying how this was about nothing other than pleasure: getting his dick sucked, as he sucked down from the glass pipe. As his lungs filled, he moaned in pleasure. He passed the smoking pipe to Fabien, who savored the thick clouds. "Fuck," Fabien said. "I'm wasted now." "Right on," Tim said. "You had the pleasure?" he asked, motioning to James, who was right then choking on Tim's cock. Tim put his hands on the back of James's head, holding him in place. "Just relax," he said. "Just learn how to breathe from my cock. It has everything you need." He turned back to Fabien. "You?" "Yeah. Just a bit. He can take a lot." "Crazy, I know. He's barely been doing this, right? Thought you were a straight man, didn't you?" James nodded, his throat still filled with Tim's thick shaft. He remembered how intense it had been the night before, when Tim thrust deep into his throat. But it had been exciting. His cock had been hard the entire time. But it hadn't been the same when Conrad had fucked his throat. Conrad had forced his way into James's throat, and did not care about collateral damage. James's throat was still sore from Conrad and his friends. Still, James knew it that Tim's pleasure was important. "That's it boy. Just relax and enjoy it." Tim turned back to Fabien. "You said he had a lot of cum in him?" "Yeah. Took like six swabs to wipe him up." Fabien said. Tim suddenly got interested. "Swabs? You did a rape kit on him?" "Yeah. But Dr. T said to bin it." James went back down on Tim's cock. He knew they were talking about him, but with the drugs and struggling not to gag, it was hard to pay attention. Whatever they were discussing about him, it made Tim's dick drip pre-cum. James lapped it all up. "He's definitely sexually active," Tim said. "Getting dick from everywhere." "No kidding. I don't even think he knows how many guys have been inside him." "No sense in that. Never get the right match." He turned back to James, and rubbed his hand through the man's hair. "All the way down boy. You know how Daddy likes it." Tim gave James a push, helping him get the last bit into his throat. Tim was rewarded by the sudden gagging of the boy. "Fuck YEAH boy!" Tim grunted, loving the deep-throat massage he was getting. But he also knew James's limits. It wasn't yet time to push them. That would come soon enough. "Breathe boy," Tim said, releasing his hold on James's head. "We're just getting started." Tim grabbed a pillow, and leaned back as James continued to worship his dick. "He's loving that," Fabien said. The black man was still filming; Tim knew this was going to be a great scene. "Me too," Tim said. He continued to moan and grunt as James worked over his cock. On the screen, the timer slowly counted up: first a minute of cocksucking, then five minutes, and ten. It was nearly fifteen minutes of interrupted cocksucking before Tim finally gave the boy a break. "I think something to drink, boy," he said. He went to the door, and pulled a hip flask from the pocket of his jacket. From another he got a glass eyedropper. "Come here, boy," Tim said. James started to get up. "No," Tim said. "You can crawl on your knees." James barely protested, as he crawled over to Tim's side in the kitchenette. There were only four mis-matched glasses. "How much G you want," he asked Fabien. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "Let's go 1.2" "Right on. I'm giving the boy the same." "And you?" "1.5," Tim said. He quickly measured out all three doses. Luckily there was some juice in the fridge. "Join us," he said to Fabien. He stepped across the room, as Tim gave the glass to James. "Drink up," he told James. James downed the glass quickly, smiling at Fabien and the camera. "What was that?" "He doesn't even know what he took?" Fabien asked. "It's ok," Tim said. "He's just high." Tim handed Fabien the glass of G, and took the phone from him. "Cheers," he said, as the two men clinked glasses and downed the GHB. Tim turned to James. "Suck on Fabien's cock," he told the young man. The boy turned to Fabien, opened his mouth, and swallowed the fat black head. "All the way down, boy," Tim said. "Make him feel like a man." James forced himself to swallow more of the shaft. He choked briefly when Fabien's dickhead pressed against the back of his throat. He was going to ask for a break, but then Tim spoke. He had knelt down to get a better angle, and he was unexpectedly close. "All the way down. Make Daddy proud of you, boy." James gulped, and with an intense pop of pain, Fabien's dickhead pressed into his throat. Each small movement was painful as the black man's fat cock stretched out his throat. "Arrrrrrrrr," he managed to grunt, as he struggled to take all of the dick. It had been like that when Conrad had throat-fucked him; his throat was rebelling against the thick dick. "It's going to be ok, boy," Tim reassured the boy. "It's going to feel great any moment now." "It already feels amazing," Fabien moaned, thrusting another inch of dick into James's throat. "You see," Tim said. "It's feeling good already. You can feel how hard you've gotten Fabien." James's eyes were wide and panicked. He could only think of Conrad. Conrad had made him gag on his cock. James's discomfort had only made him harder. "I get off when you choke on my dick," Conrad had whispered to James. He lived around the corner. It would only be a matter of time before James saw him again. He didn't want to see Conrad ever again. He didn't want to be reminded of the night. "And you choke so well," Conrad had continued and someone's hand had wrapped around his throat, ensuring he couldn't breathe. "Come back here, boy," Tim said, pushing James's head down on Fabien's cock. "Stay with me. It's all good." It was a good reminder that he wasn't with Conrad any more. He could say no, and it wouldn't be a problem. These men would stop and give him a chance to recover. "Fuck, this is amazing," Fabien said. "Glad I came home with you. I'm gonna come over a lot." "That's what this throat is here for," Tim said. "Here to help you get off." "I don't want to cum yet," Fabien said. "I want to enjoy this." "Do it," Tim said. He gave James one last push, and the last inch of Fabien's dick disappeared into the young man's mouth. James's eyes were red and wet, from the drugs, from the crying, and from the face-fucking. Tim kept on filming, recording every moment of the blow job. James was struggling to deal with the fat black cock, and it only made the movie that much hotter. Tim let the recording continue, as Fabien showed no sign of softening. Finally, after almost fifteen minutes of aggressive throat-fucking, Tim motioned for Fabien to pause. "Let's smoke a bit," he said. He turned his attention to James. "Doesn't that sound good? Smoke the glass pipe, instead of Fabien's skin pipe." "Sure," James said. He was just glad to be able to close his mouth and breathe again. He was feeling warm and comfortable. The two men were hot, and even Dr. Tiago had told him to have sex. This wasn't going to be like the night before. It was going to be sane and consensual, and the drugs just made it that much better. "It's going to be good, right?" "Of course," Tim said. He had stood back up, and was filming James from above. "Give it a kiss for me," he said. James leaned in and licked the tip of first Fabien's cock, and then Tim's. Both of them had a small bead of pre-cum at the tip, which James eagerly licked up. "He can't get enough dick, can he?" Fabien muttered, as James started to suck the black man's cock once more. "Can any cocksucker?" Tim said. He filmed for another minute before interrupting James's worship. "There's plenty more for you," he said. He gave James his hand, and pulled him up. "Let's get in bed." James winced a bit as he stood up. His knees were sore, and a bit raw from the rough carpet on which he had been kneeling. It took him a moment to find his balance, and he needed Tim's help. "Yeah, boy," Tim had said. "You're good and tweaked now. We're going to have fun." Conrad had said almost that. But he had said that he was going to have fun. Tim had included him. It wasn't scary when it was both of them. Nor would Tim let Fabien go to far. It was going to be just fine, and another hit or two from the pipe would make it even better. "Come on. Let's go," Tim said. "You're really high." James had thought Tim had just spoken. But maybe it had been a few minutes ago, although he couldn't remember what he had done. James followed Tim and Fabien back to the bed. The trip seemed to take hours, but yet, in the next moment, he was sitting on the bed. The pipe was already in his mouth, and Tim held the torch under the bowl. "Big hit for me, boy. Daddy wants you to tweaked out." James inhaled from the pipe. He could barely remember his own name, much less how much crystal he had smoked. It didn't matter. Everything felt so good while he was inhaling. There were things that were bad and wrong, but they were distant. He was surrounded by hot, hung men who only wanted to fuck him. "Keep on going," Tim encouraged him. "It can't hurt, can it?" James tried his best, but finally his lungs were full. Tim nodded at Fabien, who took the still-smoking pipe from the young man. "Hold it," Tim said. Fabien took a long draw, then passed the pipe to Tim. Not until after Tim had savored his hit did he let James exhale. As soon as James's lungs were empty, Tim pulled the boy to him, and forced James to take the blow-back. "Fuck, that's hot," Fabien muttered, taking another hit from the still-smoking pipe. He was also still filming the entire scene, capturing the two men making out, not to mention the thick crystal cloud leaking from their lungs. "So hot," he continued. Finally, Tim broke off the kiss, and let James exhale the last of the cloud. "One more for you boy, I think," he said, "Umm, Maybe..." James started, but Tim just put the pipe back into his mouth. The boy might have tried to protest, but as soon as the torch released the cloud from the crystal, James started to puff. He took his time, and filled his lungs. The three men repeated the process, each of them getting a fresh hit from the pipe, and James getting a shotgun from Tim. "Let's do one more," Fabien said, as Tim and James exhaled their hit. "I want to see how far we can go." Tim took the phone from Fabien, and trained the lens on the black man. "You first. Make it one to remember." Fabien sucked down on the pipe, filling his lungs. He paused, and held it. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, and played with his stiff cock. Tim watched the clock tick upwards on the phone, as Fabien held the hit for almost a minute. Fabien's cock was dripping pre-cum. Fabien started to exhale, but Tim stopped him. "Give it to James," Tim said. Fabien leaned into the young man, feeling James's beard brush against his skin. He pressed his lips, and exhaled. James sucked the hit down, and held it while he made out with Fabien. "Hold it boy. Daddy wants to see you tweaked." James knew he had done too much crystal. But he wanted to make Tim proud of him. He couldn't bear the thought of Tim being disappointed, and it was so much easier to hold Fabien's cloud. Finally, Tim nodded. "Fucking hot boy," he said, as James exhaled the cloud right at Tim and the phone's lens. "Let's get you hitting the pipe." Fabien handed the smoking pipe to James. Fabien held the torch as James inhaled and Tim provided encouragement. "More, boy, more" he said. "Make Daddy proud of you." It was hard for James to ignore Tim's command. He did his best, sucking down a huge cloud. By the end, his lungs were practically bursting, and he was relieved when Tim finally nodded. "That's good boy. Now hold it." Tim nodded to Fabien, who took the pipe, and promptly started another hit. Tim watched James through the camera screen. The sun was starting to go down, and the young man was bathed in golden light. If it were not for the meth-crazed expression on his face, the boy would have been almost angelic. Tim got a close up of the boy's dilated eyes. "Now, boy," he said. The boy exhaled a thick cloud. "That's what I wanted to see." "Your turn," Fabien said, and immediately leaned in to shot gun James. He took the black man's hit without thinking. Fabien swapped the pipe for the camera. "Get high," Fabien said as Tim inhaled from the bowl. Tim did his biggest hit yet, then put the pipe down by the bed. He leaned against a pillow, and spread his legs. He pointed at his erect dick, and within a few seconds, James's mouth was wrapped around Tim's shaft. "Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, careful not to loose too much of the cloud. Tim reached down and grabbed James. He pulled him up, and they pressed lips together. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fabien. He had ended up next to Tim, and had the phone trained on the two men. "Keep it up," Tim murmured, before forcing his hit into James's exhausted lungs. The cloud overflowed the young man's body, but it didn't matter. James had done far too much already. "Mmmmmm," James moaned, as Tim grabbed his body and pulled him in close. Tim's erect cock immediately found James's crack, and nestled right against his hole. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still full of Tim's tongue. It felt good to be making out. James loved being wrapped in Tim's thick arms. He felt safe and happy. He could open up around him. He didn't even mind Fabien recording them. It was all so fun and enjoyable. James tried to breathe, but one of Tim's hands was already on the back of his head, holding it in place. "Nuh-uh," Tim said, still keeping his control over the boy's breaths. James started to get scared. He could feel his lungs burning, needing fresh air and not the thick tina. He tried to force his way to a breath, but once more, Tim anticipated his moves, and blocked them. "Hold it," Fabien muttered. James closed his eyes. It was easier to think without seeing anything, but even then, it was hard to concentrate. He knew he was supposed to be scared, but then he thought about the warm dickhead pressed against his ass. He was simultaneously struggling to get away from Tim's choking hold, and press himself up against Tim's thobbing dick. "Fuck, that's hot," Fabien continued. He was filming one-handed; the other hand was busy stroking his cock. "That's a good boy," Tim said, finally letting the boy breathe. "Fucking hot tweaker slut boy," Tim said, rubbing his dick against James's asshole. He rolled the boy over onto his back, and knelt down between the boy's legs. Like magic, he produced a small tub of lube, and rubbed a bit on James's ass. The thick cream melted into James's tender hole. James hadn't realized how dry and empty he had felt. Tiago had cleaned out every drop of semen from his hole, and the lubricant was a welcome replacement. Tim worked a finger into his ass, pushing the lubricant deeper into the boy. "Mmmmmm," James moaned in pleasure. He hadn't realized how empty he had been until Tim pushed his finger in. The thick lubricant soothed his sore hole. As Tim worked more lube into his hole, James held his hole grow wet, hot, and hungry. He needed a cock inside him, and it was hard to control his desire. "Please. Fuck me Daddy," he moaned. "I know, boy. I know how hungry you are. How much you need." He pushed another wad of lubricant into James's hole. "You're going to get more than you ever wanted." The white cream felt hot, almost burning James's hole. But far from hurting, it only exacerbated James's hunger. He needed dick. "Give it to him," Fabien muttered. His dick was hard, and he wanted to see Tim open up the boy. He wanted to see his own dick disappear into otter-boy, but knew that it would be better for Tim to prepare James. "I want to see you fuck him," he continued, getting a close-up of two of Tim's fingers disappearing into the boy's hairy hole. "That's good," Tim said. "You're wet now. Just right." He pulled his fingers out, and rubbed a bit of the lube onto his dick, working a dab into his piss slit. "Mmmmm," he said, enjoying the gentle burn of the crystal. "We're fucked up now." "Time to fuck him over," Fabien said. "Best thing to do with a tweaker boy," Tim said. He lined his cock up with James's hole. "You ready?" he asked James. "Please, Daddy," James replied. Tim responded by grabbed Jame's legs, spreading them further apart and exposing even more of James's hole. "Please fuck me." "As you wish, boy," Tim said, and pushed his dick into James's hole. James had thought he was ready for Tim's dick. But the pain was immediate and intense. Tim's cock was sharp steel, hard diamond, and burning fire. "Fuuuck," James yelped, and tried to push Tim away. It had been Conrad. He had forced himself into James. It had hurt and he had just fucked him all the same. "Please, Daddy." "Of course boy," Tim said. He held still, and James had a brief moment of clarity. "But," he continued. He pushed another inch into the boy, and James's head exploded in sharp, fierce pain. "My boy's hole feels so good." James could barely breathe. All he could think of was Conrad. Conrad had put raped him. He had fucked him when he had begged him to stop. All James could imagine was that it would always be like that. It was always going to hurt. Nor was it up to him. He was only here to please men, no matter that it was driving him insane. "Please Daddy," James whimpered. He was starting to cry again, even has his heart was racing in a full-blown panic attack. "I can't do this right now. It hurts. And I don't want to remember. Please. Just a break." "Last night. When you were raped," Tim said. He smiled when he said the word, and James heart beat even faster. "When you were taking all those stranger dicks." James nodded. He didn't even know how many men had penetrated him. "You didn't tell them no, did you?" James shook his head no. He had been tied down and gagged, and had been helpless to stop the attack. "And now you're being a prissy bitch about taking Daddy's dick," Tim said. "I...I...I was tied up. I didn't have a choice." "Just because you're not tied up doesn't mean you have a choice," Tim said. He spat a thick glob of saliva all over James's face.

Jake stared hungrily into Clints eyes as he lifted the boy to his hips, driving him up and down his dripping meat as Clint moaned gently. Clint was perfect. petite, horny, and with a tight little butt that never said no to his fat fuck stick. He felt like he could fuck clint all day, and he would, but this was the boys first load after conversion and Jake aimed to make it special. "lean back on the couch baby" Jake gently pulled his slimy prick from the boys thirsty cunt. "legs up clint, spread yourself wide open. When you get fucked its always polite to show your hole. let it gape" Jake slowly jacked his cock as he watched the boy grip his cheeks and expose his oozing pink bud. Just as it slowly began to close, Jake thrust his cock inside for a few strokes, keeping it nice and open. "thats it clint keep it spread nice and wide. your hole is so beautiful. im almost there." A few strokes more was all it took to surrender his hot white cum to the sloppy pink orifice. "watch baby" Jake panted, while gently placing the glans of his poz cock at the edge of clints winking ring. "there we go" Jake moaned as he began to squirt directly into the boys guts, the gentle sound of his cream pooling inside the teen was music to jakes ears as the boys ring winked hungrily and the last few jets of poz spunk dribbled into clints body. "see how thirsty your pussy was?" Jake reached toward the counter for Seths special lube, a small tupperware container filled to the brim with poz loads. Jake gently dipped clints fingers into the cool slimy goo and returned them to his stiff little cock. "stroke" Jake whispered as he began fingering and teasing Clints puffy ring again, rubbing his semihard cockhead against the boy to tease the occasional groan and watch the glistening lips hungrily nibble his tool. "relax for me clint" Jake cooed, and as if on command, his shimmering hole gave way oncemore. Jake alternated between gaping the boy on the tip of his prick, and slowly pouring the viscous container of man cum into the boy. "There we go. nice and full." Jake remarked, as he tipped the last of the greasy loads into the boys hot hole he pressed himself fully into the teens bloated guts with a lewd slosh. Clint was panting now as he grit his teeth. "i want you to cum nice and hard clint" Jake rocked his hips to and fro, mixing the goo inside the teen as clint nodded. "Jake gently pushed against the boy and watched as clints eyes went wide, and a hot streak of newly minted poz cum splashed against his chest. "there you go, cum on the nice big cock. Get those loads nice and deep." Jake gently smeared the boys cum along his chest and abs, slowly rubbing the boys stomach as his hole gripped and sucked over and over. "one more, come on jake, give it to me" Clint began rocking his hips against Jake, grunting and grinning. Clint was greedily trying to steal another load from Jakes nuts. "oh god baby its yours" Jake groaned as he thrust hard into the bucking teen and delivered another hot load.

2. Opening Up "In here," Tiago said, opening a door to a white, brightly lit room. In the middle was an examination table, complete with a set of metal stirrups at the base. James walked in, blinking in the bright light, and Fabien brought up the rear. "Can you get the kit from the closet?" Tiago asked Fabien. Fabien nodded, and walked back out. Tiago turned his attention back to James. "We'll need to do a full physical examination," he said. "Can you strip down for me?" James was still a bit dazed, and took off his shoes and sock, then his shirt and pants. He stood there in his underwear. Tiago looked him over. It was hard to miss the bruised on his face, body, and arms. Nor how his eyes were hollow and empty. Tiago felt his dick twitch, but it was too early to think about that. The boy had been through a lot, but his journey had barely begun. "All the way," Tiago said. "Everything?" James asked. He needed the little bit of protection his underwear offered. He didn't want to be completely naked, especially when Fabien came back. "Everything," Tiago said. "What do you think of Fabien?" "Uh..." James started. He pushed the underwear down and stepped out of them. His dick was soft and limp; the last thing on his mind was sex. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to be touched again. "I saw you checking him out," Tiago said. From his pocket, he pulled out a phone and another device. He fumbled with the two for a moment, then placed the tripod on the desk, arranging it so the phone pointed directly at James. He tapped the screen. "I have to record this. Now. What happened last night?" "This guy. Conrad. He lives in my building. He invited me over, and I went." "Were you high?" "Yeah. And he gave me more." Tiago's dick was starting to grow. "Did you have sex?" "Yeah. He fucked me." "Did it hurt?" James opened his mouth, but as he started to speak, Fabien walked back in with a black canvas gym bag. "This?" he asked Tiago. "Yeah," Tiago responded. "Close the door," he said, and turned back to James. "Did it hurt?" he asked. "Him fucking you?" "Yeah," James said. He looked up from the floor just enough to see that both Fabien and Tiago were watching him. He felt like a mouse, and the two cats were just playing with him. "Did you ask him to stop?" Tiago asked. "Yeah," James said. He could hear Conrad's laugh. It was harsh and joyous, disturbing and amusing. Conrad had gotten off on James's suffering. "Did he?" "No." James was trembling, remembering how the man's cock had felt inside him. It had been white-hot, burning him. "He didn't." He started to cry, hating his weakness in front of the alpha males. "None of them did." "Them? How many were there?" Tiago saw Fabien rub his groin. "Three," James said. "I think." "Think?" Fabien said. "Could have been more?" "I don't know. I can't remember." He was shaking, cold, tired and sore. "It's going to be all right," Tiago said. "We just need to do a physical examination. Can you get up here?" He pointed at the examination table. "Now, lie back," he continued. "I'm going to put your feet in the stirrups." He didn't wait for James to say anything, but put first his right foot, then left in the leather loops. He tightened them slightly. "Please. No," James said, desperate. "I can't...," he started, but he choked and never finished the sentence. "It's ok," Tiago said calmly and gently. "It just holds your legs in place." Tiago didn't mention how the position left James's ass exposed and defenseless. "Relax," he told James. "We're just going check you out." James closed his eyes. He heard Tiago unzip the bag, and heard the clink of metal against metal. He shivered. It reminded him of the sound the metal carabiners had made as he struggled to escape Conrad's bedroom. He hated that when he thought about it, he couldn't remember any of the details, no matter how hard he tried. But yet, the slightest noise would remind him of one more unbearable moment from the night. "Just relax," Tiago said. His voice was now coming from right by James. "I'm going to adjust the head." He grabbed the pad James's head was resting on, and slid it into a pocket on the exam table. He used his free hand to cradle James's head, and Tiago gently lowered it, so it was hanging off the side of the exam table. James carefully breathed in and out, forcing himself to relax. He was aware of just how naked he was, and how exposed his hole was. Now his mouth felt equally vulnerable. He opened his eyes, and saw Tiago kneeling down, a flashlight in his hand. Standing next to him was Fabien. James could just barely make out the outline of Fabien's cockhead; the denim was lightly frayed, like he was often erect. James had a vision of a thick cock from the night before. He had been in the same position as he was now, his head hanging off the side of the bed. A man had forced his cock into James's mouth and down his throat. He remembered gagging, and the man only pushing deeper. He gasped, and shut his mouth. "Wait," Tiago started to say. "Please," James grunted, then closed his mouth and eyes. James was trembling a bit; he felt his cock try to climb inside him. "Please," Tiago said. "I need to examine you mouth." James tried to open his mouth; he would get it half way, before he remembered choking on a cock, and close it. "Can you open it?" James finally shook his head no. He knew it was too scary. "Let me try something," Tiago said. "Is that ok?" James nodded. "Open your mouth. Just a little." James opened, and Tiago slid a thin wire assembly. It was cold, and James shivered. "Give it a second," Tiago said. He ran his hand over James's exposed body. James focused on the touch, trying not to remember how Conrad had done the same thing as he had played with James's hole. "Better?" he asked. James nodded, and Tiago continued. "Here we go," he said, and pinched the levers to the side together slightly. In James's mouth, the wire assembly sprang open, forcing his mouth open. James lost it. "Fuck, please. Please, please," he said, struggling against the metal restraints. "I can't." As James begged, Tiago noticed that Fabien had stopped trying to hide his dick. The black man was now plainly stroking it, staring at James's futile struggle against the mouth spreader "Sorry," Tiago quickly said, and snapped the spreader back closed. "It's ok. We don't need to use this right now." Fabien stopped stroking as Tiago smoothly pulled the spreader out, and popped out the head support. "Relax," he said. "It's going to be ok. Breathe." He held James's hand, as the boy's breathing slowly returned to normal. "That's ok. I'm going to get something, ok?" James nodded. Tiago let go of the boy's hand, but kept touching the boy. He looked up long enough to see Fabien still watching the two. He was still young, and hadn't yet learned a good poker face. He was horny, and he couldn't hide it. He winked at Fabien, then turned back to James. "I'm gonna get you something," he said, "Something to help you calm down. It'll be just a second, ok?" James nodded. He was crying slightly, and his eyes were red. He hated being naked, his ass still exposed. But it wouldn't be that much longer. So much had happened, and he needed some time to process it. But, before he could say anything, Tiago returned. "Open your mouth," he said. "It's going to calm you down." He took James's hand, and repeated himself. "Calm you down." James opened his mouth slightly, and quickly, the doctor inserted a pipette into his mouth. He squeezed the plastic bulb, and a thick liquid hit the back of James's mouth. Before he realized what he was doing, he swallowed. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Tiago said, as he handed the used pipette to Fabien. "It's ok?" James said, still trying to hold himself together. "It's hard," he said. "Hard to remember." "It's good to remember," Tiago said. "It helps." Fabien smelled his fingers from where he had held the pipette. "What was that?" he asked. "It's ok," Tiago said James, not yet acknowledging Fabien's question. "Right? It's ok?" "Yeah," James finally managed. "I think." "Good," Tiago said. He turned his attention to Fabien. "It's called GHB. It's good for anxiety and panic. It's sometimes used as a club drug too. But this is how it is supposed to used." "GHB?" James said, finally realizing what he had just swallowed. "No, man. I just can't. I remember taking it. With him." He left the antecedent blank. Even thinking about Conrad's name was hard. "Just breath," Tiago said. "This is ok. This is what it's supposed to be used for. Relax. This is ok." "I know. I need to do this." "Yeah. You can do this. I'm here. Fabien is here." Tiago held one of James's hands, and Fabien took the other. "Just breathe. Relax. It's going to be ok." Slowly, James's breathing slowed down, and he stopped shaking. "You doing better?" "Yeah," James finally said. He hated that they had seen that. He had wanted to be strong for Tiago and for Fabien. "I'm sorry." "It's ok. It's hard," Tiago said. "Let's just talk for now. Is there a part of it that you want to talk about?" "I don't know. It's all. I don't know. Hard." "I know. It can be very intense." He focused his eyes on James. "Did you suck dick like that? With your head back?" "Yeah," James said. He tried not to think about gagging on the unknown man's cock. "I did. I gagged." He remembered choking, needing to breathe and not being able to. He started to tremble again. "Relax," Tiago immediately said. "It's ok. It's in the past." James started to calm down again. "You got fucked as well, right?" "Yeah," James said a second time. It was getting easier for him to remember what had happened, like so many dots were starting to resolve into an image. "I did." There had been a few men. They had all used his holes. "You're strong," Tiago said to him. It made James feel good. "It's good, isn't it? To remember. To share?" "Yeah," James said. He was feeling warm and calm. It was the G kicking in. He didn't mind it. "It's easier now. Talking about it." "Isn't it. Did they all fuck you raw?" Tiago asked. "I know how much you like it bareback." "Yeah. They all did," James said. It was the third thing he had admitted to Tiago. He wasn't as scared any longer, and it was easy to talk to Tiago. James wanted to tell him all the hard things. "That's ok," Tiago said. "It was ok to take their loads." Tiago's dick was dripping in his trousers. He wanted to fuck the boy, but he needed to eased into it. "It felt good," James said. "Inside me." "It does feel good," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "We're going to have to do an anal swab on him." Fabien was holding one of James's hands. But his other hand was discreetly rubbing against his dickhead. "Turned on by this?" Tiago asked. "Yeah," Fabien said. "He's really hot. And the story. Wow." "That's good. You said you liked Fabien, didn't you?" Tiago said. He was staring right at James, and nodding his head. James's head was spinning. He had said how hot Fabien was. This was just fun in the office, though. It wouldn't go anywhere. "Yeah, he is hot." Tiago smiled. "Yeah. And his story is intense. Just remember it can be hard for the person talking about it." He turns back to James. "I know this is hard. But we need to continue, OK? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can move on to bigger things." Tiago nodded his head again. James imitated his movements, already spaced out on G. "Yeah," James said. "Get it over with. But I'm...." He started, but then trailed off. "Scared?" Tiago asked. "Yeah." "That's all right. We can get this done quickly, OK?" Tiago smiled and nodded. James mirrored him. "We can help you, is that good?" "Yeah. Just be here. With me." "Of course," Tiago smiled, and turned to Fabien. "Under the table by his waist and chest," he said. The black boy produced two restraining straps, matched by the ones the doctor was holding. "On three." Fabien smiled, and held the straps at the ready. "One. Two. Three." Before James knew what was happening, Tiago was tightening the strap around his chest, holding him in place. "It's all right," Tiago whispered into James's ear, as the boy struggled not to have a full-fledged panic attack. "Just relax. I hope this is going to go by quickly."

Jake raised the sated boys head gently and smiled into his eyes. It was important for clint to understand this was nothing to be ashamed of. To acclimate to his new life of cock and cum, just as Jake had when Seth first welcomed him. Jake kissed the clumsy boy as he gently caressed his thin frame. "such a pretty boy when youre fucking" Jake cooed as he ran his hands sensuously across Clints ass, sliding his fingers down until they met the point where his cock laid soaking in the boy. Jake wanted clint to associate affection, and appreciation with his hole. Jake wanted clint to know that a mans raw load inside him truly made him special and loved. As if by magic, the boy kissed him once more, sighed and asked, "thanks." Jake could feel the boys pulse through his creamy dilated hole and the gentle throb was beginning to make him hard again. slowly, Clint placed his hands on Jakes chest and sat up, as if to lift himself off the meat he was currently impaled upon. However when the boy looked down, he stopped. There it was, Jakes cock in him. "See where i am Clint? Looks nice doesnt it. clint reached down and ran his fingers around the circumference of his penetrated hole. "do you...need to cum again?" he asked sheepishly. "i dunno, you could probably make me cum again. You feel really nice inside clint." without thinking, clint relaxed his hips and slowly sank back down on Jakes prick. "thanks." he sighed, continuing to work Jakes cock. "are you trying to get me to cum in you again?" jake chuckled. Clint had begun to relish the feeling of Jakes cock inside him. He was never really good at many other hobbies like Basketball or hockey, but now he felt like an expert. All he had to do was get Jakes dick inside and he could make the man cum over and over, he was sure of it. Clint let out a satisfied hiss as he picked up his pace. "I could probably make any guy i want to cum" clints mind was racing at the possibilities, the power to make a guy give him something so private, so reserved, so precious as the seed in his balls. just bounce up and down on their cocks and the cum was his. "jakes cum isnt jakes anymore its mine" he thought, stroking his abdomen and pounding the leaking prick inside him, he was almost too distracted to hear Jake moaning below. "are you close?" clint reached back to feel Jakes tight nuts. "yeah dude oh shit im close." clint picked up the pace, working jakes soaked prick deep in the pool of jizz inside him. Clint was pressing Jake into the bed, staring into his eyes like a predator, waiting for the moment. The glimmer when he knew Jake would give him another load because he had no choice. "oh my god" Jake began thrusting deep into clint as he reached back to spread his ass cheeks. "cum in me" clint demanded, pawing at the tops balls and feeling his cock pulsing deep inside him. Once he was satisfied, Clint climbed off jake and plodded down the hall to the bathroom. Straddling the toilet, Clint held his hand below his hole and gave a gentle push. "I need to see it" he thought, and his eyes lit up like a child on christmas morning as what seemed like gallons of cum flowed out from him. "beautiful, isnt it?" Seth mumbled as wandered in brushing his teeth. Clint just nodded. "Ya wanna know what i do with the loads?" Seth asked as he approached the boys parted legs. "what..." the boy asked with bated breath. Seth gently slipped his fingers inside the boy, drew them out, and softly traced the boys pouting lips. "I taste their seed." clint licked his lips, then licked seths fingers clean. "The best part is, all that cum is yours now." Seth tilted the boys cum filled palm gently onto his cock, and clint began to stroke himself once agan. Seth smiled, put the cap back on the toothpaste, and pranced down the hall to the living room again leaving Clint jerking his cock and fingering his hole like a pig in heat to suck the load clean off his digits. "who the hell is in the bathroom" seth asked mikey, who was balls deep in chris as the last of his jizz flowed effortlessly into the now eager boy. "craig? no...clint!" mikey smiled as he let his cock slide out of the boys cummy hole. "hes jakes new best friend, they fucked all night like good little bunnies." mikey remarked, as he tussled chris' hair and flipped on the TV. "poz?" seth mouthed to mikey, to which he just laughed. "not even straight" he replied sarcastically. "well not anymore" seth giggled as he poured a stale half-bowl of cheerio dust. "is it just...is it illegal for me to have anything to eat in this entire house mikey" he glared at the boy. "sex pancakes" mikey mumbled as he raised the volume on Spongebob. Seth fumed as he pulled a clean skillet onto the stove and set to making the one thing mikey thought was particularly clever after an orgy.