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I was on a day pass at a sex resort in Palm Springs on the fifth day of my long awaited sexcation. I had been going to at least one sex party every day, and accepting one on one hookups from the apps as well. So by that point in my trip I had had my dick in a lot of slutty holes, counting the 3 I had bred so far on the 4th I was up to 14 sluts bred in 5 days, I had also had a lot of dick in my own slutty hole and had 19 confirmed loads shot in me, including the 5 I had taken that evening. Around 9 pm I was getting fucked in a sling by a top who had been fucking me off and on all evening was making comments about how loose and sloppy my hole was getting and told me I wouldn't even know if he bred me. When another guy came up and started watching us, the top fucking me asked if the new guy wanted a turn, which he did and quickly bred me with a big load that almost immediately started leaking out. Once the new guy bred me the other top jumped back in to fuck me some more, and eventually tired out without breeding me, which was probably a good thing since I felt like my sexual energy flagging and knew I was supposed to hookup with a hot guy who had bred me on a previous Palm Springs vacation around 10 (previous story here). Since I had the feeling I was pretty rank, I quickly went for a shower and then sat by the pool to wearily await the message from what I thought would be my last fuck of the evening. 10 o'clock came and went and at 10:20 I was tired enough that I was actually starting to feel relieved that I had been stood up, and went back to my hotel room, thinking I would call it a great sexcation and get a good nights sleep. I got back to my hotel room and spent a little time admiring my spent dick and well bred hole. At 11 I noticed that my 10 pm hookup had messaged me at 10:50, since he is such a hot stud 50ish, over 6 foot tall beefy bearded red head with the stereotypical red head dick and I already knew he was a good fucker, I put my crusty jockstrap back on and pulled some sweatshorts over it for the drive to the address I had been given and messaged him that I would be there in 10 minutes. This time I had been given instructions that his garage door would be open and that I should go in and he would breed me. When I arrived at the address given, he was standing in the driveway with his big dick out and instead of having me follow him into the garage to fuck he kissed me and told me to get him hard right there in the driveway, on a well lit suburban street at 11:15 pm on the 4th of July with fireworks still going off in the background, so he could “fuck my hot bear ass”. I complied and quickly had a rock hard cock down my throat, once he was hard either he pushed my sweatshorts down below my ass or already had I'm not sure which and touched my wet hole. Once he got feel of my cumsloppy fuck hole he let out a moan before getting behind me squatting down and felching me until he was sure I could take his big dick with no problems. He stood up and shoved it straight up my welcoming fuckhole and started immediately pounding me hard enough that I had to brace my self to keep my footing. It wasn't long before he started grunting, and abruptly pulled out and came around to kiss me. I asked if he had bred me already, he said yes, so I reached down to pull up my shorts and had cum start streaming down my legs, leaving no doubt what so ever that his firecracker had exploded in my hole. We thanked each other, I mentioned that he had bred me in his carport several years ago, he kissed me one last time and turned and went back into the garage. I got back into the rental car with my cum leaking ass and made mess that I would have to clean up before returning the car. By this point I was so turned on again, that I decided to take advantage of the fact that my day pass was still good at the sex resort and see if I could get lucky load #7 for the day on the way back to my hotel. I did not find anyone to add load #21 for the trip to my hole, but I did find a hot Latino bear in a sling wanting to get fucked and bred. I was turned on enough by the firecracker that had just exploded in my ass that I was easily able to get hard again. I used some of the leaking cum from my hole to lube him up and get him ready for my firecracker to go off and deliver the 15th load of my trip and 4th load of the day into his hole. I offered him the opportunity to return the favor, but he couldn't get hard enough to fuck, although I'm not sure he would have needed to get hard to fuck my well used hole at that point. I did at that point go back to my hotel and finally sleep like the well fucked bear that I was. I kind of hope that he or one of his neighbors caught us fucking on their security/doorbell cams, and wish I could watch it. I was actually satisfied enough for once, that I did not actively try to fuck on the last day of my trip, and since no obvious opportunities presented themselves I ended it with the 15 loads given and 20 taken.

On the 1st night of my sexcation, I had decided to attend a scheduled Thursday night orgy at a private play space in LA. I had read the reviews that said it was mostly average, daddies in their 40's into fucking, which was at least partially accurate. They were mostly mostly average to larger daddies in their 50's and 60's and very into fucking, but as an average guy in my 50's it still worked really well for me. After being stuck with the Pacific Northwest version of sex clubs and sex parties since the pandemic I was more than a little desperate for some uninhibited fuck action. I arrived right at the starting time, and followed a beefy black guy who was just my type to the playspace. The guy manning the front desk asked my 1st name and last initial, gave me the run down on how the party worked and collected my $20 “donation”. I checked everything I was wearing except a jock, and went exploring. There were a couple of rooms with couches and TVs playing porn as you entered the space. Just off the 2nd porn TV room was a room with 2 beds and a sling, when I entered the black guy I followed in was lying on one of the beds and there were 2 other guys in there. Another black guy probably in his 60's took an immediate interest in me, we quickly started sucking each others cocks on the unoccupied bed, and he slipped a finger around to feel my hole. Since I was on my back at this point I quickly raised my legs and spit lubed my hole to give him full access, he took the hint and immediately started fucking me. He fucked me in 3 or 4 different positions before breeding me. So within 15 minutes of arriving I was loose, well lubed with cum and super horny. By this time there were 4 or 5 guys in that room and another 60ish guy fucked my wet hole a little bit before moving on, and I had a chance to get up and start exploring the club. I found out there was another bed in the open area in the middle of the play spaces (which I never saw used for fucking), a row of booths some of which had gloryholes and some without in the area behind it, and a darkroom with 2 beds. As I felt my way in I found the bed nearest the darkroom entrance was occupied by 2 guys presenting there holes for use, and I could hear guys fucking on the other bed as well as guys standing in the middle of the room getting sucked. I used my now very hard cock to sample both holes on the 1st bed before groping my way to the other bed and sampling a hole there as well. After that I headed back to the 1st room with 2 beds, the black guy I followed in was still laying on the bed and I briefly 69ed with him, but wasn't really getting any vibes that he wanted to fuck or be fucked. By the time I decided it wasn't going to go anywhere soon, a 30 something guy had entered and presented his ass for fucking on the other bed, and had had several guys sample his ass. No one was fucking him when I got up so I started fucking him. Almost immediately a white guy around my age came up behind me and started rubbing a huge cock on my ass so I guided him into my already wet gaping hole and started enjoying my favorite sexual position the middle. The 3 of us fucked in a chain for a few minutes before the guy fucking me bred me which triggered me breeding the 30 something bottom under me. Sometimes it pays to be the new meat in town, because just after the breeding chain finished up an older guy with a long beard came up and wanted to fuck me. He asked if I wanted it on the bed or in the sling, so we went to the sling of course where he fucked me for a long time before moving on. Since I wasn't getting anymore takers in the sling, I got up and went to the darkroom sampled a couple of holes before getting my ass impaled from behind again. This went on for a while with different holes on my cock and different cocks in my hole. I had definitely taken at least one more load before I felt the need to take it a little easier by going ass up on one of the beds while I rested. I took at least 2 more loads in my ass before I decided it was time to walk around again. I decided to try my luck in the booths, and did suck and get sucked a little bit but did not fuck or get fucked. Next I went back to the nondark room with 2 beds, 5 or 6 mostly younger guys were fucking each others brains out on the bed that had been previously occupied by the hot black guy, who was now in the sling getting fucked. The older long bearded guy wanted to fuck me again and then started whoring me out to the guys that were standing around watching. Most of them fucked me briefly before moving on. Eventually the bearded guy left to walk around and I got into a 3 way flip fucking action with 2 latino guys around my age. By the time the 2 guys I was flipping with moved on the hot black guy was still in the sling and not being fucked at that moment so I inserted my dick into his obviously well bred hole and gave him a good hard fucking before breeding him. He was the last guy I bred that night since I wanted to have a good supply of cum to give at Cumunion party the next night. By this point it was almost 11 and though the party did not end till midnight was obviously winding down. There was very little action in the darkroom by this point, but there was a new hot older guy in the room with 2 bed that wanted to play with me. He started calling me boy and wanted me to call him daddy while he fucked me on the bed in every position imaginable. We eventually moved back to the sling where he gave me a load. After that the long bearded older guy joined me again, this time he bred me. Since it was now 11:30 and there were only a handful of guys left, and I was starving after only getting one mid afternoon meal that day due to traveling (I really hate the airport staffing issues the country is experiencing right now) I decided to call it a night. I decided to hit Denny's before going back to the hotel and cleaning up, so I got to experience another 1st, I had never eaten a late night meal at a restaurant while trying to keep 7 or more loads safely contained in my well used ass. The fact that my waiter was a hot young middle eastern guy that made my ass want to twitch, did not make keeping the loads in easy.

Was running a couple quick errands before work, logged onto sniffies to see if there was any good action. I live in a vacation destination, so summertime always brings new tops to the area, and sure enough an anon profile had sent me a message that was just a pic of a thick 7.5 inches. Quick check of the profile said condoms on prep, but I was horny as fuck so figured why not. I sent an ass pic back and got an immediate reply asking if I was cool with public. It’s sunny and broad daylight, but I said sure. He told me to meet him at the nearby shell gas station, and to look for the red jeep. 5 minutes later I’m pulling up next to it, and a tall bearded Latin guy steps out and motions for me to follow. Now I’m 6’6”, and this guy was almost as tall, which I LOVE. We walk around back to a hidden corner near a couple of power boxes, and he turns around and grabs me and forces his tongue into my mouth, which totally surprised me but in a good way. I love a top that lets me suck on their tongue, but I had assumed he was ‘straight’ and would be into kissing. Now, I’m a bit nervous since it’s broad daylight with tons of traffic, and he must have sensed it, cause next thing I know one huge hand wraps around my throat and pushes me against the wall, while his other hand slides two long fingers right into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I gag for a second, then he shushes me and tells me to calm down, he’ll give me what I need. I was instantly rock hard. He finger fucked my mouth for a minute, going all the way back to my throat and making me gag, getting his fingers nice and slimy, then promptly spins me around, pulls my shorts down and slides them into my hole. It’s a stretch and hurts a bit, but it’s bearable. I hear him spit a couple time, feel his cock at my hole, then his fingers reach around and go back in my mouth as he pushes forward in one slow solid thrust until his pubes are scratching my ass. He leans forward and whispers in my ear ‘sorry, forgot a condom’ then starts fucking me hard and deep, keeping one hand in/over my mouth. I’m in heaven and totally in the zone. He piston fucks me for a few minutes, grunting quietly before turning my head and asking if I’m a fag, I nod yes, he smiles and says ‘good fags take loads’, and I nod again. He grins wider and says ‘good fag’ before pushing in all the way and unloading, his cock throbbing five or size times before he pulls out, spins me around again and grabs my dick. He looks me in the eyes and starts throat fucking me with his fingers again while he jerks my cock until I’m cuming all over myself. We pull out pants up, he tells me he’s staying at a cabin for a few weeks in town, and we exchange numbers. When I walk back around to my car, clearly a mess, there’s a state trooper parked right next to me… almost got busted but he was inside getting coffee. I made my escape and went to work dripping

Happily we hooked up again at my place when he got off work. Turned out to be dominant in bed. He would fuck me, then use my Sex Toys and licking me all over while waiting to get hard again. I took 2 loads more loads from him and had his cock or a dildo inside me for at least 4 hours. I slept very well afterwards 😁 I’m actually sore today.

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

Has anyone had to educate a top on HIV conversion during a hook up? In the last year I have had three separate instances where I have had to stop and explain HIV transmission to a top. Most recent was yesterday afternoon. I was playing with this guy at the video store and he wanted to fuck me. I turned around and he started rubbing his (unimpressive) cock on my hole. At that point I was really just in it for the load so I asked if he was poz. He said no and asked if I was. I said yes, undetectable. I said is that an issue? I expected to hear the usual no but instead he said “ am I going to get AIDS? I was like what rock did this guy climb out from under? First, if you are going to be having bareback sex with an anonymous guy you should at least know the risks. Second, understand what undetectable is. He had a better chance of winning the lottery than me giving him HIV. There is a lot of information out there to educate yourself. Have any other bottoms run into this issue?

I’ve seen this topic a few times and thought I’d add mine up and see how i compare to other bottoms. June was a really good month for me sexually. I did some travel for work and had a lot of free time to indulge in my sexual activities. I participated in 4 groups, 1 of which I was lucky to be the only Bottom. I do try to keep a record of every guy, I have a Fuck Diary I write in every night. Adding up each hookup and the group guys that I remember actually fucking and cumming. Not counting Blowjobs, I suck off so many guys I can’t keep track of how many. I was at 43 Loads for the month of June. Not a record, but I didn’t go a single day without satisfying at least one man. I’m going to keep track every month just to see how big a slut I really am. So far July is going well at 8 loads.

I was able to take advantage of a special arrangement. A younger cute chubby cub I know gave me the key code to his place as a way of giving me permission to fuck him whenever I want. Usually it's late at night when I feel horned up. This last time I decided to stop by around 1 am. The instructions had changed so I had to navigate the backyard, kitchen, and then up to his bedroom. It was dark the entire way, but I found his bedroom. Everything was as I expected, he was under the covers fast asleep. I took off my clothes and got into bed with him. As promised, he sleeps in just a jockstrap. He woke up when I pulled the covers back and grabbed his exposed ass. As always, he adjusts as he wakes, recognizing it's me, and spreading his legs so I can have better access to his hole. Often, I don't lube up, expecting my precut to do the job, but this time I wanted to be more gentle so I lubed up ahead of time. I pressed my cock between his thick ass cheeks and start pushing in. He's always very tight which means that he grunts when my cock head pops in. So do I, cause I love the way he opens up for me. As soon as my cock head is in, I start sinking the rest of my 8 inches in. It took a few minutes, but pretty soon he was fully awake and full of my dick. He's learned to just take it however I want it, and this time I wanted to get off so I was sliding in and out quickly from the start. I told him what a good bitch he was and he arched his back to get more of my dick. Once I got close, he reached back and spread his cheeks as he was taught so I could breed him deeply. He always moans and whimpers as I shoot and whines when I start to pull out. It's super hot. I caught my breath and played with his leaky ass for a bit, then got dressed and went home.

I don't think there are any rules specifically for darkrooms. Just the common courtesies we'd extend to anyone, anywhere. When someone gropes you, but you're aiming at someone else, a gentle hand on his is enough. The whole point of a darkroom is to remove all the stimuli that are usually present. It's definitely not kosher for one bottom on a fuckbench, waiting for a Cock, to reach over to the guy getting fucked next to him and try to yank the Cock out of the neighbor and guide it to his own Hole - and that's actually happened to me. It's definitely not kosher to fail in one's <polite cough> "preparations. A Hole full of shit can clear the whole darkroom out in one damn hurry, and it's a thoughtless, selfish thing to do. Just the common manners apply, in the darkrooms as everywhere else. Generally there's not much talking, but I don't think there's anything wrong with talking Breedshit quietly to a Hole you're fucking, or the guy who's fucking a Hole right next to you. My first experience was at the recently passed Mans Country in Chicago. Off the snackbar there was a long, narrow corridor called Pig Alley, which wasn't totally dark. You could see other guys via ambient light at each end, and more clearly the nearer either end you happened to be. This was well before hiv came along, and guys would do anything to each other they felt like doing. Wanda Lust's* room off the stage in the music hall occasionally served as a darkroom, but at her invitation only. There was also a darkroom at the first incarnation of Steamworks, over on Broadway in boystown. The name escapes me - it was bought out fairly early on and changed to Steamworks, but while it was under the first owners there was a very dark darkroom, which was always popular. While (being slim) I liked the steam room best, I hit that darkroom for a while every time I went there. Lots of sucking/fucking, groping, etc etc. In FL, some of the bars/tubs have excellent darkrooms, and depending on the hour, can be full of men rutting in each other's Holes. There are a few guest houses that still have them too. But the best one, as far as I'm concerned, is Slammer. That darkroom is quite small now, but totally dark. One navigates via braille, since there can be a guy rutting in a Hole inches from you, and you can't see anything. The moans and groans (occasionally much louder) do help indicate where the action is, but usually it's so full of guys that one has to be very careful not to trip over some guy. Hands can reach out and feel you up, and you can't even tell which guy it is. Mouths can start to suck your Cock, and you can only feel the head - can't even see it. You feel up the asses, finger-probe the Holes, and slowly slide your feet up to the Hole, so as not to kick/step on some other guy. For guys that love this kind of sex, it's 1000000000 % fan-fukkin-tastic !!! I think one of the reasons I like darkrooms so much, is they reduce all the variables to the lowest common denominator. No one knows how good-looking (or not) the other guys are, so no one cares. No one knows much of anything, other than there are men busy doing what they're driven to do. Rutting/Mating/Breeding with joyful abandon. What more can any guy ask for ..... It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm *Wanda Lust was a famous Chicago drag queen, whose trademark was a brilliantly red wig. Stephen was one of those gentle souls who developed a superbly viperous tongue in reaction to the criticisms most D.Q.'s get accustomed to. He died in Kansas City - of all places - when he and a trick went to see a movie, someone seated behind them started in on him, Wanda turned around and verbally flamed the guy, at which point he knifed her to death. RIP, sweet boy. On a lighter note, once some guy with a really big hard Cock was lying in the middle of the empty dance floor in midday, on his back, when Wanda came out of her room by the stage. She was all dolled up, but walked over to this guy - rock-hard Cock pointing to the sky - lifted her dress and sat down in one fell swoop on this guy's Cock. That's when I learned about the "peter principal" - "take it when it's there for the taking".

I've had a couple of dark room fun. My 1st I answered and Ad from a top couple looking for a bottom at a motel. We emailed a few times and then guy asked if i dont mind if his friend with him. I said more the merrier. WRONG ANSWER from me. He said make sure I have underwear on. Strange huh? I got prepped up and all cleaned out and headed over to a nice hotel. I sat in the car did some things to get me all horned up and emailed him I was there. He gave me the room number and said the lights were off and just come in and strip but leave your underpaints on. I got there and the lights were off except a small dim lamp i could just barely see anything. There was a bedroom off to the side and he said strip and and come in and close the door behind you. I stripped and walked in and shut the door and couldn't see a dam thing. Then i felt someone touched me and grab my neck and pulled me over to the bed. I didnt know where it was till i hit the bed and got pushed down. Then i thought was that the other guy but turned out to be two other guys as my arms got pulled and my leggs got pulled and felt hands grabbing my ass. I was nervous didnt know who or how many were in the room. Felt alot of movement on the bed and someone had something sharp I felt my underpants get pulled tight and they ripped them apart a bit. Then felt something get rubbed on my hole. Burnt a little and felt a finger or more go it. He thrusted his fingers in me for a bit. The felt more lube go on and I was being pushed down and someone pulled my hips up as i felt his cock entered. Someone pulled my hair and put my head on his lap while i was getting fucked and he demanded me to start sucking. I felt a bunch of hands touching my ass and back as this was going on. Still cant see anything in the room. I felt my underpants getting torn more as it sounded like the othere were getting hot. I can hear heavy breathing. The guy fucking me growled as he seeded me then someone else jammed his cock in me real hard and was pumping hard and fast. I was still sucking the one guy very hard cock he would push my head till i gagged a few times then slap my face. I was getting fucked hard and Felt another load go in me and this guy i was sucking said here i go and i thought he pissed because there was so much cum in my mouth and he demanded me to swallow his load. I felt my underpants het ripped completely off and I felt someone licking my ass and sucking my hole. Them i felt a finger play with the drippings and all of a sudden he slipped in his dick. Almost violently he started to fuck me. The guy i was sucking had me suck his balls as he was jerking his cock on my head. The guy fucking me kept slapping my ass so hard and when he did got him harder and faster. Then he laid on me grabbed my neck and trying to choke me has he pumped hard and fast. Then he got up as he exploded in my hole. When he pulled out I heard a voice you can leave. I got up felt around for the door got out got dressed and left.. it was incredibly hot time!!!

Normally I hookup through Grindr or one of my regulars if it’s not a weekend. Today I went to get a part for my weight bench and met this really femme but handsome salesman at Academy Sports. I was in gym shorts and a hoodie with “Pride” on the front. Very sweaty to be honest. He was in the polo shirt and very tight jeans that showed his very nice cock print. He helped me load my car and asked if I had a BF when finished, I said no of course and he started flirting. He kept causally adjusting himself so I’d notice his package. I kept brushing against it, eventually he said I go on break soon, you should go to the restroom and then walked away. I went in and went for the large stall. A moment later he knocked slightly and let himself in. Lot of kissing as he pulled his cock out. Beautiful shaved BBC. I started sucking until he pulled me up and turned me facing the wall. Fucked for about 5 minute and he throbbed a huge load into me. He kissed my neck and said thanks for being a slut. Gave me his number and left. My shorts are soaked with his cum leaking out (I always wear jock straps) hope to hookup again tonight.

I've successfully been one of the tops quite a few times, and have attempted a few times but never succeeded for more than a few strokes while bottoming. In my successes as a top I've found that it is easiest if both tops are fairly long, I'm just shy of 8" for reference and the other tops were 7-9". The only position I've succeeded in is with one top lying on his back with the bottom facing him while the 2nd top enters from behind. I haven't found that the girth of either tops makes a difference in whether it is successful or not. The only position I've succeeded in is with one top lying on his back with the bottom facing him while the 2nd top enters from behind.

Don't apologize about the rant, a lot of what you mentioned I have experienced. The people pulling your curtains open, trust me, if they live in Florida they have been in my house. The theft of items, even those we would consider mundane and ordinary are an invasion of your privacy and your home. You sound like me, you accept an apology, and sure enough - the same cast of characters do it again. When I go to someone's home, I ask them what room to go into, where to put my bag, and where to sit my ass. I don't move, I don't ask for anything, and I don't touch anything that does not belong to me. I do not manipulate someone's computer, their TV or VCR, or any other electronics. This business of looking out your windows is PURE crazy. They don't realize the jeopardy they put everyone in. I once had a guy go to the front door, open it completely, and stand there buck naked. A man was doing construction on the next building roof over actually drooped his wheel barrel. So I know these things happen. You try to be nice, be accommodating, and these individuals put you in a very awkward and possibly negative situation with your neighbors, apartment complex, or HOA. I have been there and I know exactly what you are talking about. It's tough to make someone leave, no one wants to be "the bad guy", but when they are gone you will have to deal with the consequences. If I have anything say it would be this. One offense - and they are gone. I don't care what they look like, who they came with, they are out of my house. Because their behavior could cost you your living situation. Be strong man!

Just sucked a cock I've been after for years. I've chatted to this guy on and off for the last 10 years and things just never seemed to line up. He's in his 50s tall and muscular, balding with a goatee and a 8" uncut cock. I've heard stories of him over the years, the way he's bred multiple men which claimed he was the best fuck ever. So this man has been a legend in the area, today he hit me up on grindr being really close wanting a quick blow before getting back to his farm. He opens the door grabs me and starts making out hard immediately unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants making me rub his hardening uncut cock through his underwear. Next he pushes me down to my knees with force shoving his cock in my mouth fucking my face as he got harder and deeper into my throat. He kept it up for a solid 8 minutes, I couldn't breathe half the time almost blacking out twice. Until he started Cumming with the best tasting cum I've ever tasted. He kept pumping while telling me to cum for him which made me shoot a massive load all over the floor.

Last weekend I came to Cincinnati for work. I started hooking up on Grindr as I do every night. After a couple hookups with guys way hotter than I was expecting. I decided to stay in town an extra night and host some group action in my room. I’ve done this a a few times successfully, but usually in Atlanta. This is my first trip to Ohio and I wasn’t expecting to find so much amazing BBC. I basically told every guy that was fun to hookup with that I’d be hosting Friday night. In the end I had a total of 7 men in my hotel room at one time. I just left the door unlocked and the guys had my room number while I lay in bed wearing a leather chest harness and a red jockstrap. I just had my vibrator in use until the first man showed up. He was an older black man with a very strong body, but not defined. Very nice long thick uncut cock. I started by sucking him while laying on my stomach and him playing with the toy in my hole. Right before he climbed on top and replaced the vibrator with his cock two more guys walked in and just had me sucking them off in turn. The first top pounded me until I felt the usual throbbing and my first load of the night. He sat back on the bed and watched the skinnier of the couple take his place while I was getting slapped in the face by the other guys cock. The others started showing up with of the next hour or so. Pretty much all night went the same way I’d be sucking one or two with one in my ass as others who were waiting to go again watched and had a few drinks. Finally toward the end of the night a much younger but really hung and rock hard man took me on top while one of the first guys was under me trying to get his cock in at the same time. I didn’t think it would happen (I’m a slutty bottom, but typically I stay fairly tight) then it really happened. It hurt so fucking bad I screamed with one guys cock in my mouth. The young guy was really slamming it home as the others laughed and cut up around me. I was crying a little bit but really enjoying my first DP experience. Not long after the young hung guy came, pulled out quickly followed by the other one. I laid there for a minute still sucking off one of the guys while weeping a bit. Soon after the guys started to leave and when I was finally alone again I was so sore I just laid there for awhile. First time in years I was too sore to try hooking up again that night. This morning I took my shower and noticed my hole was actually bruised. Still sore so I didn’t go on looking tonight. The young hung guy that started the DP did ask to come back. Obviously I wasn’t going to turn him away. We had a nice and much more chill hookup, he even rimmed my hole for a few minutes before gently pushing himself into my ass. This time he was slow be long strokes in me until he moaned and came deep inside. We just laid there with him groping my chest until he finally kissed me again and just said to hit him up when back in town. Definitely going to remember Cincinnati well 😁. Back to the South tomorrow and my usual Tops.

The following line are based in my personal experiences and will be posted a few chapters with my adventures to this day, including few issues that could considered fiction. My first language is spanish (I am from Latin America and still living ther), so if you see any mistake with my english, I am so sorry for that. If you want to contact me: twitter @bbckbear / email bugchaserve@gmail.com. --------------------------------------------------- PART I: The creation of a cumslut (2006 - 2017) I always knew I was gay even though I didn't tell anyone. My first sexual experience was with a cousin when I was a teenager. On a vacation in his town, we spent several weeks masturbating together, until one day he couldn't stand it and he made me suck his cock and swallow his load. I spent a week swallowing semen three or four times a day, but the holidays came to an end and my supply of nutritious milk was over. I suppose you are wondering what I am like and it turns out that my appearance has changed a lot over the years but there is something key: I am a bear. Hairy chest and belly, hairy ass, beard and head shaved, that's my current appearance in general, with certain Arab features at face level. For 10 years I had sexual experiences that opened up a range of possibilities which made me feel satisfied with each encounter and today I'm telling you how I climbed the ladder and reached one of the most extreme and exciting experiences of my fucking life, and go as far as whore and promiscuous that was getting. Between the ages of 18 and 27, I became what is commonly known as a promiscuous gay: I didn't have a partner, I had a profile in everything where I could contact other men who only wanted to satisfy their sexual appetite and who, like me, were excited by the fact of changing sexual partners daily and having an encounter with a stranger increased the excitement. At that time my adventures began. I was with men who fell in love with my ass and wanted to fuck me every time. Of course, I have to admit I'm a big ass and whoever likes it, it's a point in my favor and every top wants a good ass that they can fuck, be it big and hard. I was happy that they wanted me and gave it, but one of the things that excited me the most was that there were several who took me, not keeping just one, but eating everything I had available. At first the encounters were mostly quick and all, absolutely all, were with a condom. I was terrified of fucking bareback and getting breeded. However, when I was 21, studying with a friend from university, we were very close to each other and at one point his hand touched my leg and suddenly his mouth ate mine, and later, my mouth had his cock and then his dick was inside my ass... Anyway, you know what happened but that's not the main topic of this story, although I have to tell it to get where I want, this guy took me, ate my hairy bear's ass and put his 20 cm thick black cock raw, bareback. That day for the first time I felt how wonderful it feels for him to be fucked raw and get a big load inside me. The above was a before and after in my life. Honestly, I immediately regretted it and I was very scared. I started contacting gay friends to talk with them and their experiences about bareback sex and there was one in particular who sought to reassure me and told me that everything was fine, that it's over and if I enjoyed it, fine. I was thinking about it for a while and it got me extremely excited, although it scared me too. I went about two months without sex and then I had a threesome with a couple. There I validated that my life had changed. They started by fucking me with a condom but it irritated my ass and affected their erections, so it ended up being a bareback threesome with their load inside me included. I remember coming home with a lot of milk inside my ass that I had been enduring while I was in the taxi and I was able to resist the temptation to empty it until the next day when I woke up with an erection and my ass still wet from so much milk. In short, from that moment on I became a bottom bear who began to fuck raw a lot. When the guys asked me where I wanted them to pour their loads, I told them inside my little ass, without a condom, and that's how it happened many times since then. Obviously there was a certain fear and when I saw that a guy was too slutty or promiscuous, I avoided him. Every year the whore in me was increasing and I was abandoning the safety filters I applied before to select the guys who were candidates to breed me. The less I knew who I was going to get pregnant with, the more excited I was. When I was 27 years old I met a black guy with tattoos and was immediately captivated. Just looking at him I could tell a that he had had sex with half the country without a condom. I saw him and porn movies began to circulate around my head. A tall guy, black, tattooed, athletic, with a 22cm cock, thick and milky, he wanted to fuck me and immediately he told me without a condom and that he was going to cum inside my ass. My headaches and my moral indecisions began because something told me that I shouldn't give my ass to this black hunk. This guy pissed me off so much. I knew he had to be a tremendous whore and I was looking to satisfy my desire for sex with others to avoid falling for him, even though I wanted to. Guys came and went to give me a cock and fill my little ass with milk, but still nothing to give it to him and he wanted it, he knew that I wanted it and that it was an ideal slutty bear for his impregnating cock. One day I was needed for cock and I told a neighbor to fuck me raw. He came and we started on our own. He is promiscuous like me and he knows what I want: to unload inside me. I sucked him off and then he started fucking me. I was very excited that day, but for some reason he was overexcited and he ended up cumming inside my ass sooner than I expected and I got furious. I wanted more cock with my ass dilated and full of milk, I needed someone else to fuck me. I was looking for grindr, twitter, manhunt, instagram, facebook, tinder, all the networks that exist and I couldn't find someone to come for my ass. There was only one person interested in fucking me and impregnating me: the morbid black hunk. I waited about two or three hours and found nothing, and since I had no answer, I told the black man to come for my ass and he did, in half an hour he was already entering my house, he put me on my knees so that I would suck his cock to the bottom and then he took me out of the house and fucked me right on the porch (front). They could see us but I didn't care, I was having a good time, he was using the load of other guy as lube and I was getting raw cock like a good whore. When he was going to finish he told me, that he was going to impregnate me and that I would never forget him and the explosion inside my ass began. Many jets of milk flooded me and I was able to sleep happily pregnant. ----------------- Did you enjoy the beginning of my story? Leave your comments and remember to follow on twitter: @bbckbear. Thanks to Sam from UK with the translation mistakes.

2 Years Later The king passed away 3 months from the annual festival for coming-of-age adults. As the new king, Charles changed the after party. For one lucky person will get the chance to have sex with the king each year. The girls went wild, and the men had no idea. Outside of Royal Mansion, Chance stood tall, and proud. Nude, his muscles and veins ran deep. A six pack, a treasure trail, and awesome pecs. His hair was medium length, ruffled and wavy ash-blond hair covered his ears. “Today, is the day you become men and women! Today is the day you become adults!” The crowd went wild, and although none of them were naked, they knew under King Chance’s rule, no clothes were allowed inside the mansion aside from special circumstances. Immediately, Chance noticed a strange boy with black hair. He had a strong nose, crisp jawline, and was skinny. Chance had a spark in his eye, and he was on the prowl. “Let the feast begin!” The crowd cheered and hollered, but one girl yelled out, “Which of us gets to sleep with you?” Chance gazed at her, a smirk forming. His tussled hair blew in the silence, as anticipation ensued. Chance walked over to the black haired boy, took his hand, and walked into the mansion, saying absolutely nothing. He undressed the boy in his private room. He was mostly hairless, except his legs, pits, and some facial hair. He was gorgeous. He had a thick 8 inch cock dangling between his legs, hard like steel. Veiny, pink, hairy, natural. Chance put the boy to his knees, and had the boy start sucking his cock. The slurping sound excited Chance, and his balls ached to unload. “I’m going to poz you. We’ll be fluid bonded for life. How does that sound?” “Yes, please! I’m Brian by the way.” The boy pleased, the look in his eyes was filled with guilty pleasure. He was ripe for the taking, and Chance fully intended on capitalizing on this. Chance carefully picked the boy up in his strong muscular arms, and heaved him onto the bed where he bounced with a flop. Chance spread his legs, lifted his ass, and tongued his hair ass hole. Brian let out moans and whelps as Chance devoured him, dominating him. For today, Brian was Chance’s prince, and all must be obeyed to the king. He fingered Brian, the same way the man did to him, scraping his guts out, leaving hot red streaks of blood. Chance fiddled with his own cock, and placed it carefully against Brian’s submissive hole. “This might hurt a little, but I promise it feels good eventually.” And at that moment he railed Brian, balls deep. “Oh god! You’re so deep inside me, your majesty, I can taste your cock! Fuck me harder. Poz me! I’m yours! Take my hole, take my soul!” Chance could hardly handle it. He hadn’t given anyone his dick, or his toxic seed before. He prematurely blew his load, coating the walls of Brian’s ass in a heavy, sticky, evil load. Brian moaned with pleasure. Chance breathed heavily. He pulled out, disappointed in himself and apologized for his short cumming. He scooped up the blood and cum mixture dripping out of Brian’s ass hole, and fingered it back inside of him. Then he made Brian suck the wicked residue off of his finger, and then off of his cock. Brian was insatiable. Chance could see it in his eyes, he owned Brian, and Brian loved being owned by a Royal. Brian looked at King Chance, “My loyalty is yours, king. Anything you need or want. Come find me.” Part 3 Preview : King Chance looked across the crowd, his crown was gleaming in the light. “Today, we must punish those who have sought the light. We must punish those who go against our traditions. We must not let those who disobey win.” Chance had several men, including Brian standing behind him, nude and shameless. The party was only beginning

it was amazing!! I suddenly felt fuller than ever before and asked what the guy was doing (i was on all 4's so i could only feel but not see what was being done to my ass). The guys said "you just took both my hands!" I was so stoked I took a long hit of poppers and enjoyed the ride and rush of being so loose i could take that much. And of course it was filmed. Don't rush yourself though--you don't want to tear any muscle nd give yourself a fissure. Just stretch some everyday and before you know it your rectum will be capable of amazing acts of size and sodomy.

Don't even have to give this choice a second thought! One bottom, cause he more likely would've taken multiple loads in a single session (or at least on the same day!) than one top would've been able to give multiple loads in a single session/on the same day. (Although back in my bottom days when I was playing safe, I played with a top who fucked and came 8 times in a 5 hour session. So it's not completely out of the realm of possibility that one top could cum enough times in one day to fill enough bottoms for a compilation film!)

Yes, and yes. as a bottom, the position @KylerIsTrash mentioned is best. Or, the two tops on their back, legs spread, crotch to crotch, both hard dicks sticking up. I can lower myself on the meat and ride. as a top, I have done the same two positions. But I usually bust my nut very quickly. It’s an intense feeling to have another cock being squeezed by the ass directly onto mine. And regardless of whether it is me or the other Top who was pumping, feeling that other cock rub against mine puts me over the top very quickly. I

My handsome Brazilian buddy met me at my boat when he finished work. We motored out to the middle of our large bay, stripped down and got to work on each other's cocks with our mouths. He was positioned in a way that his ass began to wink at me. I've been doing more topping this year than usual so I moved down to tounge fuck him. When I started to shove my raw cock in (1st time I've fucked him) he winced and said it had been a long time. He complained I was too big. I took it slow and encouraged him to breathe deep. Soon I was balls deep and his moans made it clear he was loving the ride. I was just in my perfect fuck groove with the very earliest signs of an approaching orgasm when he pulled off, turned me around and entered me. He has a nice 7 inch average thickness cock with a pointy head. A year had passed since he'd been in me, it was great to have his familiar pounding going on and in a surprisingly short time he was unloading deep inside me. I attempted to reciprocate but it was clearly going to take a long time. Does this happen to others if they edge close but back off? Soon he was back in me fucking his load in deep. It was then time to clean up so we jumped naked into the cool crisp bay. I enjoy the cool water. He was quickly climbing the ladder complaining of the cold. I hope we don't have to wait until next summer to do this again. Even if we do, he and his breeding are worth the wait.

Cause most guys I've encountered are one and done, so when I came quickly, the bottom would cum and then we were both done. So there was no opportunity to discover that I'm multi-orgasmic. It wasn't until my mid-30's that I played with a guy who I topped and came quickly, but we continued with the after-play. And I got hard again and fucked him again. I honestly don't remember who that was or if I got hard and fucked him a third time though. 🐷

laughing my head off here @ejaculaTe as a mere flip through the diary will show that two pens ran out of ink while I was writing down the details and situations of the many hoT sex sessions I had during that one crazy weekend... one of those pen mishaps is even followed by a segment in PENCIL!! Glad you are enjoying this, and I hope my readers now understand just WHY this particular weekend is taking so long to flesh out from my notes of all the craziness that happened during that incredible period!

Chapter 10 – The Wind That Fills My Sails Rich’s swearing-in ceremony was conducted, fittingly, by the Chief Justice of the new Supreme Court which he had helped to bring into being. After the ceremony, which was televised, he spoke briefly to the nation, reminding all Alcantarans of the significant ceremonial and non-partisan role which the President played in ensuring continuity of their elected leadership, and pledging his continued support and advice to the Premier. Afterwards, though, Benita rolled her eyes as bit as she said, “Rich, did you really have to sound so much like a damned lawyer?” Rich just laughed, and fired back with, “Hah! You’re a fine one to talk!” As soon as Rich was sworn in as President, he realized that presiding over the final days of his dear friend Benita’s career was going to be a bittersweet privilege. They’d become so close to each other over all the years since doing that first court case together in Canada, and it felt strange indeed to realize that soon he would be going on in public life without her – at least for a few months. He watched the leadership campaign for the Social Democrats with considerable interest but took no active part since his new role demanded that he remain outside of party activity. The candidates were all young, up-and-coming people, all but one in their first terms as Members. Rich was pleased to see that all three had informed themselves about the issues and problems of the country and were able to answer tough questions in a knowledgeable way. The voting was conducted by an online ballot, and the party members selected Darren Alderford as the new leader. It was at this point that Rich decided to make a first break with traditional protocol and hold the ceremonial tendering of Benita’s resignation and consequent swearing-in of Darren as a public event. He wanted the people of Alcantara to see the process for themselves and be assured that everything was done in an orderly way, while also giving himself a chance to publicly thank Benita. The brief ceremony in the Assembly building’s rotunda being concluded, the event devolved into an open reception in which everyone attending had a chance to meet the old and new Premiers, and to thank Benita for her service. She’d always loved keeping personal contact with the voters, so this was a perfect way for her to end her political career. Darren also proved himself very much at ease in this type of informal public event. The next morning, Darren had a first meeting as Premier with Rich. The conversation flowed easily, with no sense of awkwardness, as Rich wanted the new Premier to feel free to approach him with any questions or concerns. At the same time, though, Rich had his own plan for the future, and it was at this meeting that he first described what he had in mind. Darren thought it was a great idea, and Rich subsequently plunged into writing a draft bill. As President, he couldn’t formally present such a bill, but he could pass it to the Premier who would bring it forward in the Assembly as a government bill. But first, Darren had to prepare for his first election as leader. After a short period of preparation and planning, he met formally with Rich to tender his government’s resignation and to advise that the election be held on the second Monday in September. Rich accepted the resignation and the advice of date, according to tradition, and the election campaign got underway. In this, of course, he played no part beyond publicly announcing the date of the election. A little over two months later, though, he was back in the rotunda to present the formal invitation to Darren to form a new government, and to conduct the official swearing-in ceremony of the new Cabinet, consisting of a good mix of familiar and new faces. Darren had found no difficulty in leading the party to its third consecutive majority government, and Rich was pleased to have a familiar face to work with during the months ahead. After the Wednesday morning ceremony, the traditional formal lunch for the cabinet was replaced with an afternoon pool party and barbecue dinner at Rich and Tommy’s house for the ministers and their significant others. The food was catered by Aquarius, the whole gathering was friendly and informal, and the guests gave their best impression of a group of rowdy teenagers on a weekend getaway. During the party, one of the younger cabinet members, Alvaro Ortega Valez, the new Minister of Justice, approached his predecessor. At first, Rich thought he might be seeking advice, which was entirely appropriate, but it turned out that Alvaro was angling for something completely different. “Mr. President.” “Please, Alvaro, call me Rich.” “Rich, then.” He dropped his voice to a lower pitch. “I hope it doesn’t bother you if I say that you and your husband are the hottest couple I’ve ever seen. I’d love to have a chance to get to know you both better. Much better, if you understand me.” Rich chuckled. “Right back at you, Alvaro. You’re certainly brave, to approach a senior officer of the state with that as your introduction.” “I had heard from a… friend… that you and your husband sometimes play around.” “Guessing game, then: name begins with ‘B’ or ‘M’.” Alvaro now laughed. “M.” Rich gave a mock sigh, winking at Alvaro as he did so. “I suppose you heard all the details.” “He gave me a very full description. It was… ‘hard’ to hear.” “I bet! Just go over and talk to Tommy yourself, he’s over there now.” Rich watched as Alvaro walked over to Tommy, enjoying the sight of the younger man’s caramel-coloured skin, so like his own, and the way that his tight ass twitched enticingly in his short swimming shorts. As he watched their conversation, Tommy seemed equally taken with the hot young cabinet minister. When Tommy glanced at Rich for a moment, Rich gave him a solemn wink and then grinned. In time, the guests began saying their thanks and heading off homeward, Darren and his wife being among the first to leave. Somehow, it just happened that Alvaro was the last one remaining, and Tommy was the one who told him to “stick around a bit longer if you like.” They nibbled at some more of the leftovers on the buffet, then poured themselves another glass of wine, and settled in the hot tub. It quickly became apparent that Alvaro was a man on a mission and not interested in wasting time with social niceties. It took him less than half a glass of wine to get a hand fastened onto each of the bulges on either side of him, after first getting Rich’s free hand sliding into the back of his shorts through the leg. As Rich’s hand caressed and squeezed his ass, Alvaro turned more and more attention to Tommy’s speedo, getting Tommy to sit up on the edge of the hot tub while he sucked on the bulging front of his tight suit, which bulged even bigger with each passing minute. By this time, Rich had begun sliding Alvaro’s shorts down off his butt, exposing a tantalizingly round and firm pair of cheeks. He then began sliding his hand into the crevice of Alvaro’s ass, teasing the hole as he kept massaging the firm glutes on either side of it. Alvaro moaned, Tommy followed suit, and Rich withdrew his hand, with a good deal of regret, and said, “It’s time to take this party inside, fellows. Bring the drinks.” Tommy had them all strip off their wet swimsuits in the bathroom, and then they headed into the bedroom with three proudly erect cocks leading the way. Once in bed, Alvaro quickly swallowed down Tommy’s cock while Rich dived deep into that enticing ass, lashing his tongue across Alvaro’s hole and making him moan even louder than he had done out at the hot tub. In a few more minutes, Tommy was up on his knees actively face-fucking Alvaro, while Rich had dug right inside that hole with his tongue and was now adding a couple of fingers for good measure. Alvaro gasped out, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me at both ends, guys!” Rich chuckled. “We’re polite. We were waiting for you to ask.” Alvaro groaned in agony. “Just get that cock into my ass and bang me, hard. I want to get spit-roasted!” Permission granted, Rich worked his way swiftly inside Alvaro’s experienced ass, which certainly knew how to relax and take a cock. Tommy continued his rhythmic driving into Alvaro’s throat. In just a minute or so, Alvaro pulled off Tommy’s cock to gasp out, “Shit! You’re going to fuck the cum out of me.” “Get back on there, and quit complaining,” Tommy barked. Interesting, Rich thought, I’ve never seen him taking such a dominant attitude with me, even when I bottomed. Rich redoubled his assault on Alvaro’s hole and, in a few more seconds, Alvaro cried aloud and exploded all over the bed. Rich said, sternly, “That’s our bed you’re messing up. Get down there and lick all that slime up off the duvet.” “Yes, sir,” Alvaro replied, and that set the tone for the evening. Neither Rich nor Tommy was used to playing these kind of dom-sub games, but they quickly got the drift of what Alvaro liked. Over the next hour or so, he got spanked, cock-slapped, ordered to lick feet and asses, and took a total of three loads in his ass – one from Rich, and two in quick succession from Tommy. Once again, Rich realized that this was turning Tommy on even more than it was for him – and he was definitely turned on. After Tommy pumped his two loads into Alvaro, and Alvaro came again from the frequent stroking of his prostate which was something Tommy specialized in when he was fucking, they all relaxed against the pillows with a final glass of wine. That’s when it occurred to Rich to ask a question. “So, tell me, Alvaro, if you like being a sub so much, how did you get on with Mikael? He’s only been an exclusive bottom every time I’ve been with him.” Alvaro gave a little laugh. “Actually, I ordered him to fuck me, just to torment him, and he was as surprised as I was to find out that he actually enjoyed it. He’s a changed man. Watch out the next time you see him.” “Thanks for the warning!” “Speaking of warnings – I think it’s only fair to tell you that I’m not always sub. I just wanted to play it that way tonight because you two are such a hot pair of daddies. I can be a lot more forceful when it suits me. Gabriel found that out the hard way.” “Daddies! Ugh!” Rich was clearly not amused, and Alvaro apologized. But Tommy was following up a different line of thought. “Gabriel?” “The new lifeguard at the pool. He told me that you two are down there doing laps several times a week. He’s got a definite case of the hots for both of you.” “Tell me about him,” Tommy urged. “Well, you wouldn’t see a lot with those big baggy tees and shorts they wear on the guard stand, but he’s actually pretty short – a couple of inches less than me. Has a great firm round ass and a thick seven-incher with a couple of really low-hanging balls. I’ve seen him once or twice when he was off duty, doing laps and then climbing out of the pool in his wet speedo. The bright orange suits they issue the guards go see-through when wet, and the guy’s a walking wet dream. Beautiful curly black hair, olive skin – looks more Italian than Latin American, and awesome big square shoulders – just the thing to grab onto when you’re fucking him. Age? I’d guess twenty or twenty-one, I know he’s in the university and I think he’s in third year. He thought he wanted to be top only, but I soon changed his mind for him. Look for him the next time you’re down there. Like I said, he’s really got a thing for you two.” “And you don’t?” Rich asked dryly. “Okay, I guess I was a bit forward, but who’d pass on a chance like that, especially after I got a good look at both of you out of your suit-tie-dress shirt business clothes. Say, what time is it?” Rich checked his phone. “Close to 11:30.” “I’d better get going.” “Why bother?” Tommy asked. “You can stay – as long as you promise no middle-of-the-night surprise attacks. I’ve got wall-to-wall meetings and appointments tomorrow and need my sleep.” Alvaro laughed. “I’ll try to control myself. I’ve got a busy morning too. You and I will have to get up quietly in the morning so we don’t disturb Mr. Semi-Retired’s extra-long beauty sleep.” Rich growled, “Oh, great, another smart-ass in the house with a quick tongue. It’s bad enough already with two of us here!” They all laughed and settled down to bed. Alvaro considerately moved over to the outside so Tommy and Rich could cuddle together as usual. But then he did slide in behind Tommy and draped an arm over him. Tommy didn’t protest, Rich rested his hand gently on Alvaro’s arm, and they all drifted off to sleep. In the morning, they were actually all awake early enough for another quick round before breakfast. This time, Alvaro helped himself to Rich’s ass and made his cock right at home there, blasting a huge load inside his host’s butt while Tommy licked and sucked his ass, driving him into that frenzied orgasm. They got up then, and Rich and Tommy waved Alvaro into the shower first. As he went, Alvaro looked meaningly at Tommy and said, “Next time, you’re taking it.” Tommy immediately put on a girlish, squealing voice and said, “Oooh, I’m so scared. Save me, save me from the horrible monster!” “I’ll save you, shweetheart.” Rich was giving an unusually bad Humphrey Bogart imitation and the others both made mock protests, with Tommy pushing his finger into his mouth. After breakfast, Alvaro thanked both of them. “You fellows are so awesome, not just to respond when I came on to you, but even letting me stay the night. And after throwing that wonderful party yesterday for all of us, too.” “Glad you enjoyed it,” Tommy said. “Just don’t think I’m going to be this nice all the time,” Rich threw in. Alvaro laughed. “You don’t fool me for a minute, Mr. President. Everyone around the Assembly and the government offices who knows you has been singing your praises, and they always mention how kind and considerate you are to everyone. Why else do you think so many people were so happy when you accepted the Presidency?” With that, he kissed both of them goodbye and headed out towards his own place to get some fresh clothes on before going to work. Rich looked at Tommy. “Was he serious or just laying it on thick?” Tommy smiled and said gently, “He was completely serious, Rich. I hear it all the time, too. Every day, someone is sure to tell me how lucky I am to be married to such a thoughtful man.” “You mean this, don’t you?” “One hundred and ten percent, Rich. And I always give the same response. ‘Yes, I am – very lucky. Thank you for reminding me.’ Rich, you’re always being so damn critical of yourself, so demanding, coming down so hard on yourself for not meeting some impossibly high standard of moral perfection. But there’s no such thing in life as a perfect person. What you are doing is setting by example a new and higher standard for all the people of this country, who admire you so much, to follow themselves. I’m just in awe at how lucky I am to be married to someone who comes so close to ultimate perfection.” Rich kissed him, with tears in his eyes. “That means so much more to me than I could possibly tell you, Tommy. But you’re wrong when you say there’s no such thing as a perfect person. There is. And I’m looking at him now.” “And you are for me too, Rich.” After a couple of minutes of serious kissing, Tommy suddenly remembered to glance at the time. “Shit, Rich, I’m going to be late. Could you possibly please call my office and let them know I’m on my way but got delayed a few minutes? Hopefully the University President won’t be too pissed off.” “Great. I can see the headlines now: “Interim President Moonlights as Messenger Boy.” They laughed, kissed again, and Tommy got on his way while Rich picked up his phone and speed-dialed the office number. After passing along Tommy’s message to his secretary, who laughed knowingly, Rich headed off at a more leisurely pace to his own office, where he sat down with Mikael to work patiently through a stack of pending files, letters, details of his schedule, and more. All the time, though, another part of his mind was busy with his new plan. After the backlog had been cleared, Rich turned his attention to the draft bill he was writing. After about two more months of intermittent writing, revising, and consultations with various experts whose brains he picked in an informal way (including, no surprise, Tommy), Rich had completed his draft legislation embodying his proposal. He arrived at work in the morning, fully prepared to call Darren’s office and set up a meeting. As he walked in, Mikael intercepted him and showed him a news update which had just come in. Again, the news app was showing the plain black screen. MADELAINE FLOWERS, WIFE OF DECEASED PRESIDENT DESMOND FLOWERS, HAS PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY AT HILLWARD HALL AFTER A PROLONGED STRUGGLE WITH CANCER. “Come in, Mikael.” Once in the office, he put the phone on the “do-not-disturb” setting. The two men just looked at each other for a moment. Then Mikael spoke. “End of an era, isn’t it?” “Indeed.” “I don’t know if you’re aware, but she knew.” Rich thought back to his meeting with her after he assumed the interim Presidency. “Yes. She told me.” “What are you going to do if she left, I don’t know, maybe a memo or letter or some other document where she blew the whistle on him?” “I can see why you’d be worried about that, Mikael. But I don’t think she would. She told me that she didn’t want to trash his reputation -- or see anyone else do it.” It was ironic that his grand plan, which depended first and foremost on the availability of Hillward Hall and the park surrounding it, now had a clear road to go ahead right on the day when he finally felt the draft bill was ready. He hadn’t told Mikael anything about his idea yet, so he kept that thought to himself. That night, for the first time in months, Rich opened up his memoir in his home laptop and resumed writing. ******************** After the death of Desmond Flowers, I’d had an uncomfortable week or so of wondering whether Mikael had gone beyond what I’d asked of him, and actually figured out an imaginative way of offing the President. Then Mikael told me about the 4:00 am phone call he’d gotten from the latest young recruit we’d “interviewed.” The young guy (Grant, I think, was his name) was so upset that he’d barely been able to explain coherently that the President had died right on top of him while fucking him. He’d slid out from underneath the body, rolled the corpse over onto its back, pulled the sheets up, and then got dressed and got the hell out before phoning Mikael, who then called for the ambulance. During the lying in state, the procession, and the funeral, I’d caught Madelaine Flowers watching me with a considering eye. I figured right away that she knew all about the scheme, and I expected to hear from her – but when I did, a couple of months later, I got another surprise. The phone call asked me when I could come and see her. I told the nurse that I was free right then, if it was suitable, and she said it was. When I arrived, she was propped up in bed, looking wan and pale. I’m no doctor, but I could see death written all over her face. “Mr. President, please forgive me for receiving you in this undignified way.” I made a suitable reply, and then she came right to the point. “Mr. Dunnatore, I have found a few notes in my husband’s handwriting, hinting at his plan to blackmail you, with indications of a timeline which he planned to follow after that. I’d been aware for some time of his proclivities towards younger and younger men, but I had not previously realized that he had managed to get you and Mikael involved in his schemes – or anything of his larger plans.” I was too astonished to make any reply. “First of all, I want to tell you that I personally destroyed the notes by burning them. Our marriage had ended years before he died, in all but name, but I see no good to be achieved by any public disclosure of the less savoury sides of his personality.” I assured her that I agreed with her, and I explained my disposition of the video recordings and sworn depositions. I also told her about how I had informed Jonathan Ironwood of enough detail to keep him from going public, since he had no idea of anyone other than myself or Mikael being involved. She nodded, satisfied. Then she went on, choosing her words very carefully. “Mr. Dunnatore, I owe you a heartfelt apology. Like Desmond, I grew up in an older world where religion ruled and where people like you and your husband were the subject of scorn and derision. In the last few months, I’ve realized that I have been very wrong about you. It’s plain to me now that you and your husband are both fine gentlemen, the kind that in my youth we would have described as being “of good breeding” – by which we meant your manners and upbringing more even than your parentage. “I’m very grateful that you haven’t allowed my late husband’s distasteful activities to drive you out of public service, and even more that you have lent your time, talents, and knowledge to assume his position in the interim until a new election can be held for the position. When that day comes, I hope you will consider running for the position in your own right. I think there is no person in Alcantara today who is better suited to be the guiding elder and advisor that the Presidency requires.” “Thank you.” She paused for a moment, but I could see she had something more to say, and so I waited. “Mr. Dunnatore, I also want to thank you for suggesting that I be allowed to remain in Hillward Hall after you assumed the Presidency. That was a very kind-hearted thing to do. I said as much to Premier Caladesa when she told me that this was your wish, and she assured me that such consideration was very much a central part of the man you are. I greatly appreciate it. But now, I shall have to ask you to go, as I shall need to sleep again. Thank you for coming to see me.” It wasn’t in the official book of protocol, but she was such a courtly lady that it seemed entirely appropriate to take her hand in mine and bow my head over it in respect. When I did, she laughed. She actually laughed. “Aha, a Royalist! Goodbye, King Richard the First!” I’m sure her nurse wondered why she was still chuckling as I left her. A week later, she was gone. I went through the public ceremonials of her funeral in a very mixed state of mind, with one part of me wishing that I’d had more of a chance to get to know her as a person. In another week, I was going through another and much more personal struggle as I dealt with my mother’s passing, just a few weeks shy of her eightieth birthday. My office issued a simple public statement that I would be absent from public life for a week, that the funeral would be a small private one, and asking for respect and consideration from the public and the press. My mother’s support for me throughout my various career moves had been strong and unwavering, always. She had been immensely proud to stand in the forefront of the audience when I was sworn in as President and head of state. She told me that my father would have been proud too, but I had my doubts about that. I had no idea of the man he might have become in another thirty years of life, but he had gone to his premature grave still unable to accept the truth of my sexual orientation, although – to give him credit – he had tried. Tommy kept close to me whenever I asked him that week, and that was often. With my mother gone, he had become the sole anchor in my life. The funeral was an intimate one, held in the small chapel which my mother had attended. Besides Tommy and myself, there were Benita and Grigor, Bruno and Mikael (who were now a couple and would soon marry), a few of my mother’s closest friends, and my sister Chloe, who flew in from Canada with husband Allan and their sons, Chad and Andrew. The boys were now 16 and 14, and the last time I’d seen them had been when they’d been 9 and 7, so it was like meeting a pair of pleasant strangers. Both boys were polite and well-spoken with me, and I suspected that their father (who really was an ardent royalist) had primed them thoroughly on how to behave. It took a bit of time to break through that, but at last I got them used to calling me “Uncle” or “Rich.” When I asked them about future plans, Chad didn’t have any clear ideas as yet. But Andrew did. “Uncle Rich, when I’m ready for university, I want to go to Vancouver, just as you did.” I wondered if his words meant more than they said. After my time off for my mother’s funeral, I was able to set an appointment right away with Darren, to go over the draft legislation. He expressed himself pleased with the project and agreed to bring it to the Assembly shortly as a government bill. “When I do, I would like you to be there. I will move to suspend the rules so that you can be permitted to explain the proposal to the members yourself, in more everyday language.” In another couple of weeks, that was what happened. The Assembly voted unanimously to suspend the rules, and thus I found myself standing once more at the podium in front of the Speaker’s Chair, where I had never thought to stand again. “Madam Speaker, and Members of the Assembly. Thank you for permitting me to address you today. As the Premier has explained, the proposed text of this bill is mine, as is the concept behind it, although of course the right to accept, reject, or amend it remains exclusively yours. This bill contains my proposal for a project which I feel is both necessary and long overdue: the establishment of a National Museum for Alcantara.” In that speech, I outlined the concept of what were actually three separate museums, to be built and opened over a period of 10-12 years. The first, to be relocated in a completely redesigned and refurbished Hillward Hall, would be a Museum of History. The other two would be housed in purpose-built buildings on the Hillward Hall campus, which would still leave ample areas of trees and gardens between and around the museums. The second building would house a Museum of Land and Sea, covering the natural environments of our unique group of islands. The final museum to open would be a Museum of the Alcantaran People, documenting the extraordinary mixture of different cultures and ancestries which made Alcantara such a miniature United Nations of the Caribbean. For financing, the project would be funded one-third from the government, leaving two-thirds to be solicited from private and corporate donations. I was very pleased when the bill passed. Amendments were proposed and considered, some accepted, others rejected, as the proposal was closely studied. Although it seemed logical that I should be asked to sit on the Museums Board as it was constituted, I had to decline since it would create a conflict of interest. That involvement could wait for another day. But I remained excited about the Museum project as it unfolded, stage by stage, and kept in close touch with all the activity of building, renovating, and designing and preparing exhibits. Nobody, as far as I know, complained when Tommy was hired, with the consent of the University, as a consultant on the project. He won the contract on his own merits as a leading historical scholar, with no need for any extra push on my part. ******************** If there was one constant in Rich’s life, and Tommy’s life too, for that matter, it was the continued interest in and devotion to swimming as recreation and as exercise. As Rich neared sixty, he could still hold his own against almost any younger swimmer who wasn’t a serious elite-level trainee. What was even more important to him was that he could still hold his own (most days, anyway) against Tommy, who was almost ten years younger. He took good care not to say so, since Tommy remained firmly convinced that he was definitely in the lead and that it was no contest now, if indeed it ever had been. One afternoon, down at the big indoor aquatic facility near the waterfront, they were racing each other lap by lap, laughing a great deal at the way they had to take longer breathers after each lap than when they were young. But, as Rich pointed out, they were still showing their heels to many younger swimmers who were less dedicated. At the end of a butterfly lap, Rich noticed the lifeguard climbing down from his stand – and suddenly remembered what Alvaro had told them that night a month earlier. He nudged Tommy, tipped his head sideways towards the lifeguard, and then looked in time to see the whistle coming up to the guard’s mouth. He knew what that meant. Quitting time – the pool was closing. He snapped at Tommy, “One more freestyle,” and they plunged back in just as the lifeguard blew the whistle. Around them, they could see people scrambling out of the pool, but they held on to the end. They touched the wall in a dead heat, came up to breathe, and Rich had just time to snap, “And again!” as the whistle sounded a second time while they launched the return leg. As they came up to the wall this time, the lifeguard was standing right there over them, already blowing on his whistle as they came up for air. This time, they knew their luck had run out, and they hoisted themselves out of the pool. The lifeguard, short, compact, and muscular with curly dark hair and broad shoulders was plainly Gabriel, exactly as Alvaro had described him. He proceeded to chew them out for ignoring the whistle, but Rich innocently pretended that he hadn’t heard it. Gabriel wasn’t fooled for a minute. He knew exactly what game they were playing, and he was secretly thrilled to play along with them. His lecture lasted just long enough to let the other swimmers clear off the deck, while he sandblasted Rich with a spate of “Sir” and “Mr. President,” as he went up one side of the President and down the other, very, very respectfully, of course. By the time he stopped to draw breath, they were alone. He looked at them slyly, and said, “You know, a guy could get the impression that you actually wanted to talk to him.” Tommy replied, “Well, after you sent Alvaro to tell us all about you, what would you expect?” Gabriel chuckled. “Alvaro? I didn’t ask him to do anything. But he was right, I did want to meet you.” Rich came in then. “Well, now that you have, what else do you want?” “I want to grab you two, pull your suits off, and begin sucking and fucking right here and now, but of course I can’t. Have to lock up. So?” Tommy turned to Rich, “I think he’s angling for an invitation to our place.” Gabriel innocently replied, “I wouldn’t object.” Twenty minutes later, the party had reconvened in the hot tub. Gabriel was seated in between Rich and Tommy and had both his hands full while four eager hands were roaming all over his body. This hot young lifeguard wasn’t about to waste any time. Suddenly, he plunged his hands down under the water, bringing them back up with his speedo in hand and tossing it away. Then, he proceeded to pull down Rich’s suit, and right out there in the open, in the hot tub, sat down all the way on Rich’s rigid dick. “Wow!” Tommy said in awe. “You’re a fast operator, to be able to take him that quickly.” “When I saw you guys coming in, I went to the bathroom on my next work break, lubed myself up, and stuffed a butt plug up my ass. I’m more than ready.” With that, he began to ride Rich with great energy, while Rich warned Tommy to “keep an eye open for any drones.” They both laughed, Gabriel looked his question, and Rich just snapped, “I’ll tell you later. Concentrate on what you’re doing right now.” “Yes, sir.” Gabriel began riding him faster and faster, working his ass muscles around Rich’s cock, and soon groaned that he was going to cum. Rich pulled him up out of the tub and had him lean over the edge on his hands while Rich plunged back in. Tommy got under him, mouth open, ready to catch his load when it flew. Another minute, and everything happened at once. Rich slammed back into Gabriel’s ass and exploded, Gabriel’s cock contracted and fired a big wad right into Tommy’s mouth, and all three moaned aloud in near-perfect three-part harmony. Then all three of them flopped back into the hot tub, trying to catch their breaths. At last, Rich said reluctantly, “We’d better head back inside. Sooner or later, our luck is going to run out and someone will spot us.” Once they were in the bedroom, the fun resumed. This time, Gabriel wanted to plow Tommy, but Tommy wanted to do Rich. That sounded like a fuck train, and a fuck train was just what happened. After about five minutes of slow, easy fucking in that order, Tommy said, “Switch!” When the train reassembled. Tommy was now fucking Gabriel while Gabriel was buried inside Rich. After another ten minutes in this position, Gabriel yelled that he was going to cum again. This time, his load spurted inside Rich’s gripping ass while Tommy let it fly inside Gabriel’s cute firm fuckhole. Rich didn’t cum, but he hardly noticed as he was shortly enjoying the post-fuck cuddling with the hot young lifeguard so much. When Tommy dived right in and joined them in the pile of bodies, 1the cuddling suddenly got twenty times better, at least in Rich’s admittedly biased opinion. After a quick shower, Gabriel left with a kiss and a wink at 7:45 PM. Rich and Tommy were faced with the bleak prospect of a late dinner still to be prepared. Rich made an executive decision. “Fish sticks and coleslaw. Spice ‘em up with the sauce of your choice.” Ten minutes later, they sat down to eat, and Tommy suddenly laughed aloud. “A beautiful gourmet kitchen, one better than average amateur cook, one semi-pro chef, and we’re eating fish sticks out of the freezer.” Rich innocently replied, “I’m not a semi-pro chef, where did you get that idea from?” A moment later, a fast but loving hand gave him a sharp smack upside the head. Although it seemed like just a matter of a week here and a week there, it was almost 20 months after Rich had accepted the appointment as Interim President before Darren, the Premier, announced the date for the formal Presidential election. At that announcement, Rich realized that the time had come for him to wind down his activities. Mikael and the rest of his staff began planning final events, including one last pool party for the Assembly members and their families, a monumental event which proved an immense success. That party, again catered by Aquarius, took place a week before the deadline for nominations. By tradition, the names of candidates were formally announced all at once on the morning after the deadline. Early that morning, though, Darren gave Rich a slightly panicky phone call. The two men had long since become good friends as well as a smooth-working team, so there was nothing out of the ordinary about the call. It was the unnerved tone in Darren’s voice that made Rich sit up sharply over his coffee and breakfast. “Darren, what’s wrong?” “As you know, the deadline for the Presidential nominations was at midnight last night. And there are no candidates. None. Zip.” “What the hell is that all about?” Darren chose his words carefully. “I reached out informally this morning to a couple of likely prospects and got the same answer from both of them. They aren’t interested in running against you.” “But, Darren, I’m not running! It’s been clear from the start that this was only temporary for me. Hang on, is it okay if I cut Tommy in on this?” “Sure thing. Nothing especially confidential here.” Rich waved Tommy over and put the phone on speaker. After Darren and Tommy exchanged greetings, Rich said, “Darren, tell Tommy what you just told me.” Darren repeated his previous statements. Tommy whistled in surprise. Then he said to Rich, “So, what happens now?” Rich quickly replied, “Darren, just issue a statement that I am not running. Then push the deadline for nominations back a week and reopen the process. That should take care of it.” For the first time, a note of hesitation crept into Darren’s normally firm, assured voice. “Umm… it might not be quite that simple, Rich.” “What do you mean?” “The two people I talked to told me that there’s a petition going around on the quiet, collecting signatures of people asking you to run for the Presidency and continue the work you’re doing. They both signed it. There are dozens of pages of signatures already.” “You’re not serious. You can’t be.” “Solemn word of honour, Rich.” “Shit.” Rich couldn’t ever remember feeling this trapped since the day of his first meeting as a new Minister with Desmond Flowers. He turned and looked at Tommy, sure that his fear showed on his face. To his total astonishment, he saw in Tommy’s expression nothing but complete serenity and happiness. And it was Tommy who spoke next. “It’s okay, Darren, he’s going to do it.” “Tommy, I did not say that!” “I know, but you will. You’ll see.” Darren cut in. “That will be great. I’ll meet you in your office with the official papers in an hour. Oh, hang on, the other phone just pinged me.” After a momentary pause, he came back on. “The petitions have just been dropped off at my office. The staff are counting the signatures now. I have to get back up there, pronto. I came down to the Cabinet chamber so I wouldn’t be overheard. See you in an hour, Rich!” He clicked off. Rich turned to Tommy. “What the actual hell, Tommy???!!” Tommy sat down facing Rich, took his hands into his own, and patiently explained it. “Dear Rich, can you not see that the people of this country love you? So much. They love you so much, and they aren’t willing to lose you. Rich, for the last 21 months you’ve been going above and beyond the call of duty in so many ways. As you’ve done that, you’ve reshaped the whole government of this country without even trying. You’ve made it more open, more responsive, more accessible to people who need help, and you’ve done it all by setting the example. “You’re so highly respected that the younger Assembly members and their staffs look to you, to see how you handle tricky situations, and then model their behaviour on yours. How do I know that? Because several of them told me so at the big party last week. The admiration in their eyes was impossible to miss. Flowers wanted to remake this country as a dictatorship. You’ve taken it so far in the opposite direction that his kind of future is not only impossible now, but unthinkable.” “But why are you pushing me to continue? Isn’t that enough?” “Rich, it’s never enough. Not for our people and not for you. You’re still finding new ways to tweak your approaches to your job, and that’s a clear sign that your work isn’t done. The petition is another one. The people are telling you that your style, your leadership, is important, and needs to continue. And as long as I’ve known you and loved you, you have never given a job up half done or incomplete. I can’t see you being happy to do it for the first time now. You can certainly walk away if you choose, but that’s not who you are, and in six months you’ll be all miserable and down on yourself for abandoning your work.” “I don’t know, Tommy.” “Think about it while you’re getting dressed. I’ll buzz my office that I’m going to be a bit late, and then I’ll drive you downtown.” Half an hour later, they met at the door, with Tommy jingling the car keys. Rich put a hand out to stop him. “Tommy. I just want you to know that you were, as always, 100% right. And I need to thank you for explaining it all to me, so I could make the right choice myself.” They kissed each other lovingly, and then headed out into the serene, clear morning. At the Assembly building, Tommy stopped the car, and asked. “You’re sure, Rich?” “Yes. I’m sure now – thanks to you.” “Have a good day, Mr. President.” They kissed again, and Rich got out of the car and walked into the building. He wasn’t actually completely sure yet, but he would figure it out. Once into his office, he sat down with another cup of coffee and thought it all through again. Slowly, it dawned on him that Tommy had been right, that he loved the work he was doing, and wasn’t ready to give it up yet. Then why the fear, the hesitation? And then he understood at last. He was afraid to impose any more on Tommy. The man he loved had sacrificed so much of his time and efforts to advance Rich’s political career, and then gave up so much more in time and privacy once he’d been elected. Rich thought of so many things. He thought of days on the beach, evenings on the terrace, and nights of love, of meals at Aquarius and meals at home, of campaign rallies and stressful meetings, of the love given freely to him during that terrible week when he was writing his memoirs, and the complete acceptance of the whole sordid story of the interviews, of that magical night when the bill for civil marriage had passed, with all the love and praise and acceptance lavished on both of them by the people – their people. Last of all, he thought of breakfast that morning, and all the love Tommy had showed by his ready willingness to share Rich with the country. And at last, he had his answer. He would and could go on in this position, not so much because he wanted to go on (although he did), but because Tommy, who loved him so much, wanted him to continue. Just as he reached that conclusion, his secretary came in and announced, “Mr. President, the Premier is here.” “Thank you, Emilie. Good morning, Darren – again. Coffee?” “No thanks, I’ve had enough coffee for three normal mornings already.” He put down the stack of papers he was carrying on Rich’s desk. “Is that what I think it is?” “The petition. Yes. Preliminary count shows well over five thousand signatures.” “May I look?” “Of course.” Rich started browsing through the stack of papers. He noted familiar signatures, and others whose owners he knew but whose writing he had never seen. On the third page, two signatures jumped out at him: “Jonathan Ironwood” and, directly under it, “Marian Ironwood,” with a little smiley face and a heart after it. His neighbour. He shook his head in utter disbelief. This whole thing had become totally surreal. When he looked up, Darren was holding the nomination forms, and smiling at him. “Okay, Rich. Are you ready?” “I’m ready.” He filled in the form, signed and dated it, and handed it back to Darren, who witnessed it. Darren then dryly commented, “We don’t really need to fill in the page with 50 signatures of registered voters, do we?” Both men laughed. “Are you ready to go?” “Go where?” Rich looked puzzled. “Look at the time, Rich. It’s five to eleven. Time for the press conference and official announcement. We’ve moved it to the rotunda; there’s a determined audience of voters waiting to watch this one.” Five minutes later, the Premier stepped to the microphone, with Rich standing in the background. Rich looked over the larger-than-usual throng of journalists, many with cameras raised to record the moment. He scanned the audience, which looked like well over two hundred people. Then, at the back of the crowd, he spotted Tommy. He smiled, and Tommy smiled back, giving him a two thumbs up salute. Darren spoke. “Good morning, and welcome to our press conference. The major news today is, as all of you know, the announcement of the nominees for the Presidential election. May I have the envelope, please?” The wisecrack drew laughs. “There is, in fact, only one nominee. The next President of Alcantara is therefore chosen by acclamation. May I be the first to extend congratulations to… Richard Dunnatore!” A storm of cheering erupted, as Darren first shook Rich’s hand, then hugged him fiercely. Returning to the microphone, Darren gestured for quiet. “As many of you know, there has been a petition circulating, asking Mr. Dunnatore to continue in this position. It was delivered to my office this morning, and I have it here with me. There are over five thousand signatures. Honestly, Rich, it’s enough to make a Premier jealous!” There was another huge laugh as he held the petition papers up, riffling the sheets for the cameras to see. “But that’s enough from me. I know you really want to hear from the man of the hour himself.” He stepped back, gesturing to Rich to take up the microphone. “Thank you, all. I’m sorry to say, I don’t have my acceptance speech prepared. Up until I learned about the petition, just a couple of hours ago, I wasn’t planning on running. I trust you will all forgive the Premier for bending the rules by getting me to sign the official nomination form this morning.” The laughter that followed gave him a chance to catch Tommy’s eye again. “I know that many of you will want to thank me for changing my mind, and I appreciate your gratitude very much. But I want to redirect your thanks, if you will allow me, to the man who really deserves your acclamation for persuading me, for making me see that I could and should continue as President of this wonderful country. He’s hiding in the back of the crowd over there, and I’m sure you all know who I mean.” As the cameras all swivelled around on cue, the audience immediately began chanting, “Tom-my! Tom-my! Tom-my! Tom-my!” while the people closest to him pointed him out. Seeing himself trapped, Tommy shook his head, with a rueful smile, and made his way through the crowd to the podium, where he stepped up and stood beside Rich. Rich put his arm around Tommy’s waist and they both waved to the cheering crowd. Then Rich turned to Tommy and kissed him, while Darren thumped them both on the shoulders, with the sound of the cheering washing over them like the waves on the beach at Bahía de la Paz. Epilogue Obituary from The Alcantara Daily Sun Monday, March 20, 2051 Richard Anthony Dunnatore, former President of Alcantara and Founder of the Alcantara National Museums, passed away on Sunday of natural causes. He was 84 years old. Dunnatore was born in Toronto, Canada, on October 17, 1967. His father, Robert Dunnatore, was a noted Canadian businessman and financier. His mother, Lucinda Perez Ortega, was born in Alcantara. From boyhood through his teenage years, he was an elite swimmer, and he maintained his interest in swimming, remaining in practice throughout his life. He was educated in Vancouver and Toronto, in political science and law, and was admitted to the bar in 1995. After practising law in Toronto for a number of years, and after qualifying for Alcantaran citizenship, he relocated to Alcantara and settled in Portavedra with his life partner and husband, Dr. Tomoyoshi “Tommy” Takahashi. Dunnatore was responsible for opening the Alcantaran office of a major Canadian law firm in which he was a senior partner. In 2009, he decided to enter politics, winning election as a member of the Legislative Assembly, and was appointed to the Cabinet as Minister of Justice in the administration of Premier Benita Caladesa. As a legislator and minister, he was responsible for passage of the laws creating the Supreme Court of Alcantara and the system of small claims courts. His most famous achievement, and the one of which he was proudest, was the passage of his private member’s bill creating the institution of civil marriage open to all. Rich and Tommy, as they were universally known, became the first same-sex couple to wed under this legislation in 2013, marrying in a home ceremony. Upon the death of former President Desmond Flowers, Dunnatore agreed to defer his planned retirement from public service to serve as Interim President. In this role, he won such broad public support and acclaim that he decided against retiring at that time, won election to the position in 2021, and continued to serve as President for a further fifteen years. During his years as President, he advised on the implementation of his idea for the creation of three national museums for the country. After stepping down from the Presidency in 2036, he became the Chairman of the Museums Board and led several fund-raising campaigns, himself making sizable donations to the cost of each of the three museums. In his honour, the new building housing the third museum, the National Museum of Alcantara’s People, was named Dunnatore Hall. Beyond his work on the Museums Board, his vast knowledge, shrewd advice, and sage counsel was sought and valued by a whole generation of Alcantaran leaders and legislators. Mourned by the people of his adopted country as a wise and compassionate statesman and leader, Dunnatore is survived and especially missed by his beloved Tommy, by his sister Chloe (Allan), and nephews Chad (Alicia) and Andrew (Markus). The casket will be available for public viewing and paying of respects in the rotunda of the Legislative Assembly building on Wednesday and Thursday, March 22 and 23, from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM each day. Dunnatore’s casket will be moved in public procession from the Assembly to Dunnatore Hall on Friday morning at 9:30 AM. The state funeral will be held at 11:00 AM on Friday, March 24, in the atrium of Dunnatore Hall. The official tribute to Mr. Dunnatore will be delivered by President Mikael Groening. March 24 has been declared as a National Day of Mourning and a public holiday. Afterword by the Author This biographic tale should really be considered a double memoir, since I played such a significant role in Rich’s life, as he did in mine. I chose to cast it as a narrative story, mainly so that my voice wouldn’t unduly dominate the life story of the man I loved so dearly. The passages from Rich’s memoir, written mainly at the time of the Flowers crisis, I have mostly quoted verbatim. For the Flowers crisis, which amazingly has remained largely hidden from public view, I have a small confession to make. After Rich’s death, I opened the sealed envelope (which he had directed should be destroyed) and read the sworn depositions. Some of the material in the depositions I retroactively incorporated into his memoir. I did this because it was important to me that his role in this series of events should not be misconstrued when it finally did come to light, as it surely would at some time in the future. I’m sure Rich would forgive me for ignoring his stated wishes. We always did forgive each other. Although Rich sometimes teased me about writing his life story, and I always said I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it, I was actually planning and working on it at intervals throughout our life together. My contribution is rooted in my memories, in numerous notes and journals which I wrote during our years together, and in a few pieces of creative fiction in which I’ve indulged for certain private moments when I was not present. His death in 2051 left an aching hole in my life and in my heart. I miss him so much. As I always tried to be for him, so he truly was for me – the wind that filled my sails. Tomoyoshi “Tommy” Takahashi, Ph.D. Portavedra, Alcantara March 2055 Editor’s Note Professor Takahashi’s manuscript was placed by him in a sealed envelope and given to the Museum, with instructions that it not be opened until fifty years after his death, which occurred on November 17, 2061. The envelope was opened in March of 2112, and the contents are here published for the first time. Due to its historic interest, this uniquely personal portrait of a leading figure in Alcantara’s history is here presented exactly as its author wrote it. Even the slight errors of fact and obvious mistakes in dates and the like have been left uncorrected, as have the explicitly sexual passages, out of respect for the author and for his subject.

So, I’ve been very slutty for a long time now. Oddly I’ve never had sex with a trucker until now. I went on grindr after a couple hookups with regular Tops. I messaged a profile that I didn’t recognize as any locals. He messaged back with cock pic and said I’m traveling can only host in his truck. I’m always easy, I’ll suck and fuck just about anywhere. He sent a pic of the truck and I drove to him. Felt nervous, but eager. He was a handsome kinda fit middle aged black man. I got in and we climbed to the bed, he already had his cock out so I went sucked it deep for a minute and he pulled away telling me to sit on it. I did as told and took every inch (8-9 inches). He said my ass was so soft and said I must be a whore. I always say Yes sir when I’m taking dick. After a few minutes riding he pushed me off, stood up, and forced me to bend over and slam fucked me as hard as he could until unloading balls deep in my hole. He stayed inside me and laying on my back whispering Slut, Fag, Whore, dirty talk, into my ear. He pulled his pants back on and I left the truck. Now I’m back Home waiting on another guy from Grindr.

I have yet to meet any man that was “Too Big”

These are reasons I appreciate the neutral ground of a bathhouse where I am responsible only for me. I’ve had plenty of things stolen from hookups, it’s annoying AF. I’m not going to say I’m not above tweaking but when I’m high I want continuous and engaged fucking. I don’t want to waste my time wrangling the other guy I’m trying to get in me.

Alone with his lover, MJ said, "I love being made love with, having daddy Matt's viral cock taking my cherry and buried deep in my ass, kissing me. When we first planned this, I couldn't imagine how it would change our lives. That dildo will need to be returned as it never gave me the pleasure of a real cock!" "Two nasty QUEER minds thinking alike!" TJ said with a chuckle. "Sharing this with you makes me more in love with you. Having our dads make love with us is amazing and part of me wishes we can get the viral flu quicker, so daddy Matt and you can make love with me." At the warehouse club, finding themselves alone in an empty aisle, Ty gave Matt's butt a gentle squeeze. "When we first met, I never would've dreamed our lives would turn out this way. Here we are, more in love than ever, with 2 QUEER sons in love with each other! Life's fuckin great!" "Great is you giving me new reasons to fall in love with you!" Matt replied. "When we take the young men for their ink, I'll be wanting a pic of you over my heart, after all, you've been there since our first night. Fuck, I'm deeper in love with you by the minute!" To be continued

Chapter VII The day finally arrived. Not only would we offer Jeff to Bacchus but Luis as well. The sky was clear and once dusk came, the moon appeared as luminous as ever. There was also a change in both of our mood. Victor and I felt more energized and focused. Since the gentlemen were scheduled to be by midnight, Victor and I had ample of time to fuck each other, incessantly edging without a single drop of precum. When one of us felt as if we were about to climax, one of us would pull down the other's balls. We knew that we had to save our seed for Luis. We chose to conduct the ritual in the master bedroom, where we would have a better view of the sky. The windows and balcony door set open to allow the evening wind cool us. The sling was readjusted to face the bed, so that both gentlemen could take a glimpse of the other getting rammed by us. More candles were lit this time and Victor revealed a chest filled with quartz, crystals and some antique pendants. They were strategically placed around the room to encourage a sort of 'flow' as Victor puts it. Hemp ropes were placed at each bed pillar and for the sling, platinum chains that hooked onto high grade buffalo leather straps. A necessary upgrade for a sacred event. Luis and Jeff both came on time. They had introduced each other while waiting for us to open the door and they seemed to get along well. Though it was obvious that Jeff did most of the talking with Luis nodding in yeahs. Victor and I were dressed in a black priest robe made of silk. The rope that was tied around the waist had a ruby marble ball on each end. Underneath, we were bare naked. I had a silver buttplug in me while Victor chose a leather studded cockring. The first thing that Luis said when the door open was "Wow.." Jeff, "Nice.." "Welcome, gentlemen. We are very grateful that you both are here tonight. Never did I see my love Drew here being dedicated to the true God. Though it's just us 4, I must say that the progress made has been quick, given that I found the faith 3 years ago. Drew was the first person who I revealed my faith to and by chance and the blessing of the true god of pleasure, I found a purpose that I had to attend to. So thank you." Victor was always good with his words. As we climbed up stairs, I informed both men that it was expected if something out of the ordinary happened. Power outage, fallen objects or just a weird hunch. I had to remind them that the aura of that night is no like other. Jeff tried to keep a straight face but Luis listened still. Only after we entered the room did Jeff begin to understand what I meant. When Jeff stepped into the room, he felt as if a wave had swept his consciousness. His expression immediately got serious. "Now I see..." Somehow, his eyes seemed to be brighter than the rest of us. Perhaps our seed is starting to awaken him. Though none of us had started smoking, we started to experience a strange erotic sensation that heightened our senses. Without a word, each of us knew what we were supposed to do next. Luis looked at Victor and threw himself on the bed while Jeff winked at me as he got on to the sling. The only noise we made were quiet moans of approval and purrs when we touched each other. Both men were now strapped at the limbs, tight but comfortable. Victor was now kneeled at the end of the bed, facing Luis, caressing his body and pinching his nipple. His back faced mine as I stood in front of Jeff, gaze unbroken. The silence was finally broken when Victor began to proclaim, lifting both arms. Like before, his voice sounded deep, distorted but in harmony. "Tonight, we offer not just one, but two mortals for you, Bacchus. We give you a pair to prove our devotion to you, our willingness to sacrifice ourself to you so that we seek the true pleasure that you promise. The seed of my tribe will flow through these new devotees and as we grow in numbers, we will strengthen our devotion to you. Our faith is unbroken and we fully pledge ourselves to you, Dionysus. We beg you to bless us and accept our offerings tonight." It was now 1 AM. As Victor ended his proclamation, the wind flowing into the room was now stronger and the air was cold and thin. The room also got brighter from the candle's light turning more intense. With only the sound of the leaves rustling and the drapes dangling, we were quiet once again. Victor and I took out our pipes and shotgunned our new followers. Jeff's ass was as smooth as ever, but I know that my goal tonight was to inseminate him accordingly. It had to follow what the faith would demand. The way I fucked Jeff that night was slower than usual, and I could see how devoted Jeff now was with the way he looked at me. Just through nods we could understand each other. It was as if we were telepathic. At intervals, I pinched both his nipples and unlike before, he didn't let out a single cry. My head was also close to his, with me arching toward him, penetrating myself into him deeper. We were sweating and as we made out, I tasted the swear on his upper lip. I was surprised at my endurance. My pace was consistent and I never took a break. Even with T I would be tired but that night, I could tell that something took over me. Jeff too. All of us. Jeff's gyration was in sync with my thrust and the mild moans we released did no justice to how we felt. The gaze we had was pure devotion. Our fuck served as a vessel to gain the rewards and pleasure that were promised. A sacred lust that many would consider heresy. As for Victor, he had more work than me since Luis was going to receive the seed for the first time. He had his PA on tonight, and he was determined to give Luis a little booty bump. They were already experiencing religious ecstasy. The T was just an enhancement to it. After all, it was excess pleasure that proves one's devotion to Dionysus. The more elevated one can be, the closer they would reach Him. Luis' expression now changed. He was smirking in a sort of mischievous way. His eyes wider than ever. Looking at Victor from below, with their reflection behind, Luis finally released his inhibitions. "Bacchus, I surrender myself to you though my new leader, my maker. Victor" Victor nodded and got down to peck him, praising him as he fondled Luis' exposed body. As usual, Victor hovered his lips across his body, leaving pecks and licks on his sensitive parts, electrifying Luis. He rimmed Luis' hole in circles, pushing his tongue in and never missing a moment to taste his insides. His fingers then entered, going in and out with more of the T lube and the only noise that can be heard was the moan Luis was making, coupled with short breathes. Victor maintained strict focus in fingering Luis, glancing with envy at him. A believer's first sacrifice is one of the most precious form of pleasure there is. It is as close as one could get to being touched by Bacchus. Satisfied with his hole, Victor now lifted his legs on to his shoulder after loosening the ropes that kept him still. With both his palms holding the twink ass, he took his time to knead them, scratching both sides with his nails. With less than an inch away from his hole, Victor started to tease his cock, resting the PA around his hole. The coolness from the metal made Luis flinched and caused himself to pant more. He then widened his legs to clamp himself onto Victor, who accepted the embrace without getting his cock closer. The look of desperation that Luis made while being silent in his glossy innocent eyes gave Victor a spiritual high, a sort of bravado that certified his role to lead his devotees. Soon, that innocence in Luis would be wiped off. He will be liberated like the rest of them. What Luis was experiencing went beyond his expectation. He thought he would only be pozzed, and they would just smoke while speaking in gibberish Latin. Nothing came close. The way he felt, acted and responded were different. He knew he was conscious, but it felt as if he was now being influenced, or dictated by something supernatural. He wasn't the only one experiencing this. Everyone else too seemed to be in a sort of frenzy. Since they entered the room, barely anyone spoke. The ritual they were performing was synchronous to their hidden desire. The full moon had unlocked and released the debauchery they were in and they were enjoying every second that passed. As Victor pushed himself forward, Luis' opened his mouth in awe of how huge Victor's girth was. His insides widened and he moved himself towards Victor, showing how receptive he was to letting Victor in him. His hole was still tight, even after the foreplay and Victor was almost stuck at first when the head of his cock entered. With little mercy, Victor knew he had to force himself. In a single move, he readjusted Luis' legs on to him and quickly pulled himself in. There were no screams but a few drop of tears did formed in Luis. Immediately after, the pain subsided to satisfaction, with his insides now taking the full shaft. Once there was no spasm in his hole, Victor started to thrust into Luis, legs rested on both shoulders and ass wide for full comfort. Both Victor and Drew were penetrating at similar paces. The moment they were both at the exact same pace, a new wave of energy began to crept into the room. The movements they were making were in sync, close to being mechanical. It was also at this point did they realize that they were going to reach climax soon. They had spent almost 5 hours in the room. No one could keep track of how. long they were fucking. The wind got stronger, lifting the drapes and shutting the door. The candles glowed brighter and brighter. Luis looked up and saw what Drew had seen before. The ram got bigger and started to animate itself, creeping out of the wall to get closer to Luis. Victor, not missing a beat, also witnessed the ram and his head now tilted forward, as if the sky was calling him. Staring into the ram, Luis heard a voice.. "Your devotion to Him, your submission to Him, do you fully mean it?" In his mind, Luis was affirmative. "This decision is final and irreversible. Do you yield to Him?" Again, Luis agreed. At that moment, Victor couldn't hold himself any longer. Neither did Drew. They both came at the same time. The wind swept in again and the candle was no longer lit. With only the moonlight, they saw themselves glistening. It was as if they were rejuvenated. Both Jeff and Luis felt as if their hole was on fire, but strangely it cooled within minutes. In typical pig fashion, Drew ate his cum out of Jeff to feed to Luis while Victor fed his to Jeff. Dawn began and with the sky gradually turning itself blue, the men could now sense that they were now back to where they were. The mood got casual and they were now speaking freely. Before, it wasn't as if they were incapable of speech, it was as if they knew that speech was unnecessary. Their devotion required full focus and attention towards one another. Evidently, something did affect their behaviour. That something can also be said to solidify their faith. 2 weeks later, Luis and Jeff moved in. Luis kept his look like before as he wouldn't say that he had been reborn, but enlightened. Jeff on the other hand found his true self. He was still packing, chest broad and physique built as always. Though he now kept his hair in a bun and spotted a mid length scorpion above his navel, with its sting trailing down to his crotch. Victor had also convinced him to get some jacobs ladder. It would be a waste to not decorate his fat cock. It was also time that Jeff would start scouting and eventually top more, further justifying the piercing. Additionally, since that night, fortune started to favour these modern heathens. Wealth appeared in the form of scratch cards, stocks and sudden wills that the men were in possess of. For Victor, business was booming exponentially. Drew would never work a day in his life after playing with stocks. Jeff always won when he gambled and Luis, well Luis managed to make bank in publishing his studies on the occult. Like all things, the moment of prosperity that occurred was temporary. Only Victor could tell when a new offer was needed. He would either have vivid dreams of speaking to a minotaur or signs that were considered as bad omen would appear. He still could recall how after Drew had been with him for about a few months, a black raven flew itself into the house, breaking a window. Its blood shimmered, similar to the kind of glow he would see during his rituals. He was lucky to find Drew as most of the work went to him. Drew had made charts and documents that would help him procure more followers. He has also theorized that maybe if they found someone who had already been religious and is a devout follower of a certain faith, then the appeasement that would come from it would be even greater since it would take more than just convincing or influencing someone to abandon their faith in exchange for another that puts pleasure as the highest form of attainment. He had to find a closeted Christian, or a Mormon. Anyone that was spiritual by default. If he could get someone who spent most of their lives being faithful to a certain belief to replace their faith with the kind of belief that he worshipped, then he can truly exert real power.

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

Yes. It arises most often in places where closeted guys hang out. Bookstores for sure. Also sites that cater to anonymity like sniffies or doublelist. Yes. I've used a similar line when it's been appropriate. And I've also explained why that is. Maybe he gets turned on by getting bred by poz guys? Seems to be a fairly common fetish. Here's my approach to this question: When I first was coming out of the closet, waaaaaay back more than 30 years ago (back when being poz meant you were gonna die horribly), I was very fortunate to run into a guy who helped me overcome my trepidation about coming out. Back then, I wouldn't even walk through the local gayborhood for fear that some random passerby might see me and think I was gay. We actually met online, believe it or not (if you ain't ever used vi to compose an email, elm to send it, news to catch up on things, and irc to chat, then you're an internet n00b. Also, get off my lawn.) He took me out to dinner at a restaurant in the ghetto, then took me across the street to my first gay bar, then took me to his place for sex. Afterwards I told him, "Well, if there was any doubt in my mind that I was gay, you've completely dispelled it." And he also talked to me about HIV, how to protect myself, etc. In short, he did his best to help me along with coming out as an empowered and informed homo. I only saw him one more time after that. Can't remember much of anything about him really, except how kind and patient and caring he was with me. But I'm grateful for him to this very day. So I always try to play that role for others when the opportunity presents itself. I remember how scared I was back then, of other people finding out, of how my life would change, and yes, of dying. As soon as I made the connection in my head and "came out" to myself as gay, one of my first follow-on thoughts was that there was no way I'd ever live to see 30. This guy showed me that that didn't have to be the case. So I try to do the same for others who are just beginning to explore their sexuality. Very often, they don't know where to find answers, or even what questions to ask. Even in this day and age. There are times I don't want to. I get tired of being confronted with HIV stigma yet again. There have been times where my response to some guy rejecting me on sniffies because I'm poz has been to go on a bit of an educational rant in the public advertising area and work out my frustration that way. Do I have to? Yes, I think I do. I think we all have the obligation to care for each other. To help take that fear away. To help empower our fellow faggots. To show our peers that, you know what? Maybe your family is shit and your "friends" are homophobes and your neighborhood sucks, but here, in our community, I am going to look out for you and show you how to look out for yourself and most important of all, respect and love and care for you for who you are. That's the gay community I want to live in. Slutty and demented and nasty and piggy but also caring and respectful. So that's who I try to be.

Jake knew he had this hot little wrestler right were he wanted him. Jake also knew this first fuck was going to hurt the boy's cunt like hell. He grabbed a sock and poured his poppers on it and forced it over the boy's nose and mouth and ordered him to breathe deep. " Boy you better do as I say or I will beat your ass first before I fuck it". The boy believed him and was complying. Jake felt the boy go partially limp under him and Jake readied his next step. He pulled a loaded rig out of the dresser drawer which was right next to a box of Trojans. Jake smirked when he saw those and remembered he had bought them years ago and they were still unopened. Jake rolled the blissed out boy onto his back and tied off his arm. The boy's veins popped up prominently and Jake expertly inserted the needle, registered the flash and plunged the boy into a new level of consciousness. He pulled the strap off and rolled his new boy back onto his belly as his boy's eyes popped open and he started coughing. Jake put pressure on the boy's neck and using his knees, spread his prey's legs apart. The boy immediately started thrashing and talking gibberish. Jake took aim on the virgin cunt, lined his fat pierced cock and thrust forward breeching the boy's tight fuck hole. The boy was instantly blinded by white hot pain. He bucked and thrashed trying to throw Jake off but Jake had the advantage on him. He managed to only get about half way in so he bit down on the boy's neck. The boy seemed surprised by that and Jake thrust forward again. The pain that the boy was feeling wasn't like anything else he ever felt. He was screaming and crying and Jake kept thrusting until he was fully buried into his new boycunt. Jake just rested for a minute to let the boy get used to the stretch and the boy could feel Jake's cock twitch inside him. The boy went a bit limp again, overwhelmed by all the different sensations he was experiencing. He was high on poppers, riding a wave from his slam, and having the deep pain from just having his virginity stolen. Jake knew as tight as this boy's hole was, he would have to start slow or he would blow his first nut way too soon. Jake started to pull out just a bit before pushing back in and hitting the boy's second ring. Jake didn't want to breach it just yet. He pulled out about half way and felt his large gauge Prince Albert drag across the boy's prostate. The boy reacted like he had just touched an electric fence. He gently kept this up for a few minutes, the boy's groans of pain changed slightly to more like gasps. He could definitely feel a change in the boy. He wasn't fighting him anymore and was even pushing back to meet his thrusts. Jake pulled his boy up and he was straddling Jake now. Jake looked into the boy's eyes and his pupils we're as big as saucers. Jake commanded the boy to sit back onto his cock and make him feel good. The boy did but seemed a bit hesitant to go very fast. He had gotten about two inches inside when Jake put both hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled down as he thrust up. He was again stopped by the second ring. Jake smiled a devilish smile and let the boy ride him at his pace for a minute. Jake pulled down hard on the boy and felt himself break his second barrier. The boy went rigid at this new deeper pain. Jake pushed the boy back and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Jake started to rabbit fuck the boy's tender hole now and he felt the cunt get a bit looser from a combination of his precum, the boy's ass juices and probably blood. Jake could see the boy's cock was semi hard now. Probably couldn't get hard from the Tina he pumped into the boy but the boy's cock was of little concern to Jake. The boy seemed to be adjusting to his first fuck and was moaning and meeting his strokes. Jake asked the boy if he was enjoying his breeding. The boy couldn't really say anything that sounded like words. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of the boy's mouth. His mouth was open so Jake dropped a big spit of his Copenhagen spit into the boy's mouth and ordered him to swallow. The boy did, barely aware. Jake felt his big furry nuts draw up and he knew he was close to blowing his first nut into the kid. Jake slapped the boy's face and asked the boy if he was ready for his first seeding. The boy didn't seem to understand so Jake slapped him again and repeated the question. This time the boy nodded his head in the affirmative. Jake wrapped his arms around the boy, pulled his body close to his, thrust down deep and his whole body shook as he emptied his nearly one week load deep into the boy's guts. The boy felt Jake's load painting his insides and he lost his own nut shooting all over Jake's hairy chest. It took a few minutes for Jake to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms he had in awhile. He plopped out of the sloppy bloody hole he had just deflowered and said " Boy you done made a mess and now you got to clean it up".

I'm so stupid. I thought everyone was honest about their status. I was wrong. I just turned 18 a couple of days ago and decided to hit the apps. It didn't take long for me to start getting messages. I've always had a thing for older men and about ten of them in their 40's or above flooded my mailbox. I was looking for safe sex and all but one wanted to breed me. I declined their offer but kept them as favorites just in case. The gentleman that won my virginity said he was neg and would use a condom. Two hours later I'm standing at his door nervous as hell. He opened the door and led me directly into his bedroom. He had me strip down and then remove his clothes as well. I noticed he had a few tattoos but it was kinda dark in his room so I really couldn't tell what they were. While on my knees removing his socks he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I didn't resist because I was there to serve. He fucked my mouth good for about ten minutes before holding me still and cumming down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. He said he was clean so I had no worries about swallowing his cum. After he finished he had me get on the bed on my stomach. He got on the bed with me and spread my cheeks. He then starts eating my hole and helping me loosen up. Occasionally it felt like his fingernails would scrape my insides but I thought that was normal so I didn't say anything. After about 15 minutes of eating my hole and getting me ready he told me it was time to say goodbye to my innocence. I heard him open up the condom but I didn't look back to make sure he actually put it on. Big mistake. He slid his cock in slowly to let my ass adjust to his size. He was around 7 inches long and fairly thick. Not as thick as a coke can but close enough. Once my ass adjusted to his cock he held a bottle under my nose and told me to sniff. I did as he said and soon my head was swimming but I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. He started fucking my hole slow at first. Every few minutes he would have me sniff the bottle again and by now my penis was so hard it was hurting. My ass loosened up more and he really started fucking my ass harder and faster. He had me take another hit of the bottle and I lost all inhibitions. I wanted to feel his cum inside me. I started begging him to flood my ass. He let out an evil laugh and said don't worry slut you're going to get more than just my cum. Just then he let out a primal scream and I felt his cum flooding my ass. Being so horny and high I started cumming myself without ever touching my penis. As the euphoria started wearing off I realized I had taken him raw and his cum was brewing inside of me. Before I had time to do anything he grabbed a butt plug and shoved it in my ass. Still dazed by everything that just happened I was strapped to the bed with my ass on display. I realized what happened and tried to protest to no avail. Because I wouldn't be quiet he put tape over my mouth and told me to shut up. Once I calmed down he told me that he was poz and not on meds. For some reason upon hearing this I had another orgasm without touching myself. My body shook from the orgasm. It dawned on me that I was now this man's cumdump for as long as he wanted me. I didn't fight it and just accepted my fate.

I’ve been sucking guys off since I was very young. I’ve been wondering what most guys actually prefer. Swallow, facial, chest or somewhere else. Personally I like it when a guy can go deep and swallow without hands and clean up any that spills out. When I give head I just do what the guy wants, but I prefer to swallow with it shooting directly into my mouth and then having the cock go back into my mouth and down my throat until he’s soft or on occasion wants to fuck.

I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

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You're welcome. I had been seeing the doctor every four months at the time, and for the first five years my kidney function was mostly stable and remained in normal ranges. Then suddenly one time my GFR dropped by about 15% and my creatinine had gone from 1.24 to 1.43. They considered anything lower than 1.30 to be normal. They sent me for blood work again another test 30 days later and it had dropped again, this time my creatinine was at 1.46. We waited again for 30 days and then tested again, now it was at 1.54. I was referred to a nephrologist and he pulled me off of every medication I was taking, including my blood pressure medication for 30 days, and had me tested again after another 30 days, and my creatinine had dropped back down to 1.38 from 1.54, still over normal but much better. He had my doctor switch me to a kidney friendly regiment and over the next few months my kidney function improved but the best it got was a creatinine level of 1.33, still above normal. Since then my creatinine has bounced around between 1.33 and 1.40. The doctor told me I had suffered some damage and its likely I'll have sensitivity to certain medications (like NSAID's) and some foods or food additives that will cause it to swing. They sent me to a nutritionist to tell me what things I should avoid that can affect the kidneys and I do my best to avoid them. We pulled my medical records before i started the Truvada and my creatinine was 0.85.

I used to go once or twice a week to Slammers in Fort Lauderdale. An apologetic fuck club for horny dudes. I often posted up in the darkroom lubed and wide open waiting for as many cocks as I could get to breed me. I was quite well liked if I must say so myself Several nights I took 10 -12 hard cocks pounding my juicy hole. That was my record, until....one night I was all dressed up in my leather chaps, leather jock and the obligatory 'bottom' hat. I started in the very public sling. I slid myself in and hooked my boots in the stirrups and very quickly a crowd formed. 6, 7, 8 hard cocks surrounded my. I was jerking and sucking them with an immense hunger! Then I saw a big, handsome muscular black man push through the crowd with an enormous hard cock! Had to be 10" minimum! He looked at me, pumped some lube on his hand and slathered it on his cock before he slid it inside me and pounded me for what seemed like an hour. I saw his eyes roll back and felt his cock spasm as he shot his creamy load inside my ass. He pulled out and three more big cocked black guys and a hot Latino boy took turns mercilessly pounding my ass and seeding my hungry ass. When the crowd died down around the sling I made my way into the dark room and immediately started getting pawed. A strong, sweaty man grabbed my hips and forced me over the table in the room and stuck his fat cock in me before I even got my elbows down to bend. He fucked me like he was hate fucking his worst enemy AND I FUCKING LOVED IT!!! I was moaning and crying out for it harder and deeper when his load filled me up! I took 16 more total loads that night! FUCKING YUMMY!

Chapter II "How open are you, Drew?" I didn't know how to answer Drew's question. I was always very vanilla and kept it simple and short. The orgasms I've had from the wanks and sex I've done were always the same, not much were memorable or made me want to replay those moments. It was a routine that I did not mind. I asked Victor, what he meant by open and what would he recommend me to try out. By now, the T that I smoked would make me agree to anything he says as I already felt as if I have fully surrendered myself to him to do whatever he pleases. His questions were just confirmations that he wanted me to feel safe and comfortable. "Well, you can clearly see how vast my fantasies can be, given the nature of my bedroom. I am an artist after all. I enjoy testing limits, experimenting on my subjects, unlock their potential and free themselves..." Victor now placed me on the floor and made me crouch, looking up to him with full obedience. "What I want is to make you experience the freedom and pleasure that you repress deeply within you. I see it in your eyes..." My head was now cradled closer to him, our gaze unbroken. "Why not we try some mild things first and see how much you like it. Or if I like it. Would you be okay if I do something to you that I enjoy but brings you pain? You'll still be safe.." "Sure, yeah let's do it." I said in a rush. I was now extremely excited to see what Victor would do. We smoked a few times more and I felt more elevated than before. "Get on the bed all fours, Drew. We'll start with a little bondage play. Nothing too serious, everyone does it." I got on my back and spread like an eagle on the bed, seeing my reflection in the mirror above me with the ram looking right into me. Victor took out some ropes from the armoire and began tying my limbs to the bed's poster. They were tight and firm, leaving me with little movements. He also took out a gas mask from under the bed and placed it on me, connecting the hose to a larger glass bong placed on the end table. More T was placed and the torch was lit, as well as the candles around the bed. "Inhale." My nerves sparked again in every part of my body and with my limbs being tied, pulling myself only heighten the pleasure. The room was now only lit by the candles and Victor began to take off his jeans, and boy he was hung. It was at least 9 inches and his balls were massive. The cockring he had on was solid titanium and his thighs were bushy. He then wore a pair of tight rubber chaps that exposed both his ass and cock. His ass was muscular, though not as bubbly as mine but you can tell he could squat more than me. I still couldn't believe how big he was. Even through the foggy gas mask I had on, I knew that I wasn't ready to take him. Another hit was lit by Victor and he started to announce that it's time.. Still tied, I nodded and shouted yeah in anticipation. I first felt his callous hands on my body, and I can tell that oil now glistened everywhere on me. My breathing was deep and his frequent touch excited my nerves and sent waves of pleasure in me. As Victor stood on top of me, he bent down to lick both my armpit which caused me to twitch continuously, trying to pull myself in futile from being tied by the limbs. I let out screams and moans of "Yeahs.." as Victor nourished on my pits. His tongue then slid from my chest to my crotch, not giving my limp cock any attention. His tongue continuously slid up and down on me nonstop, further ending down on my ass where it was then lifted for him to devour. All the sex I've had before combined couldn't stand a chance to a fraction of how I was feeling at the moment. The waves of pleasure from the substances I've consumed and the state I was in made me realize that I have unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed. Victor nourished my ass and fingered me deep with his sharp nails, scratching my insides. Pain was secondary at this point. I was numb to the pain and was only experiencing pleasure. I could also feel his tongue piercing resting on my hole and entering it, in and out. Victor also rimmed my ass ring in circles as his fingers were expanding my insides. Suddenly, he stopped and I could only moan in desperation. More please, fuck was all I could repeat. "I'm glad that you're enjoying this Drew. I want to clean you up a bit before we go further. Make you more suitable for my taste.." The oil that was slathered on me was also stinging and I now saw Victor placing a leather pouch on the end table. Different sizes of razors were taken out to be sharpened. Another hit of the T to the gas mask was lit and my shaving commenced. My body hair wasn't thick, but it was pretty defined on my arms and legs. They were curly and so were my pubes. My hair wasn't too long and I could pull of a fringe at times. "I like my boys smooth.. like silk." Victor began to first shave my whole head with a clipper that was hidden. I thought he was only going for my body. I couldn't remember the last time I was bald. Then, the razor was glided onto my scalp to ensure that I was spotless. The only hair that was spared were my eyebrows. My face was next and just like the way he tongued me, he started from the top and to the bottom. When my armpit hair was gone, Victor dived in again. This time, it was more sensitive and I screamed louder than usual. I was lucky that it didn't last long. I could feel the cold air breezing on my arms now. The precision that Victor had in his shave was impeccable. Not a single cut. Even with him being on the same substances I'm on, he was skilful. Once my chest and torso were done, my legs were next. The stinging oil was applied again and I started to a realize a part of me that was once there was now gone. My pubes was of course the last part as after my legs were done, Victor began devouring my thighs again my moans of ecstasy restarted. The surface of his tongue, in contact with my bare skin intensified the nerves that were already excited from the T I had. It was as if there were layers in the pleasure I was experiencing. Once my pube was done, my hole was the last piece of hair that needed to be eliminated. A towel was then rubbed across my body to get rid of the hair. Looking at the mirror above, I didn't recognize myself. I was paler than I thought but I could see how my muscles were defined. It is as if I had been reborn. "Now, that's perfect. Here's a reward for being so patient and agreeing to this.. I got very lucky to find you Drew. Truly.." Before I could even say Me too, I was rimmed again, hole devoured by Victor's prowess. It felt better now with my bare skin exposed to his lizard like tongue. I was a new person now with this makeover I had. Still tied, I stared at my reflection, smiling as I said Fuck yeah. Thank you Victor. He was now on top of me and my mask was finally removed. Finally I could feel his tongue in my mouth, allowing me to savour the taste of myself. He spit in my mouth and our mouths locked with our tongues dancing together. Pearls of his sweat dropped on my face and was fed back by him. This was the raunchiest fuck I've done and my only regret is not having it done sooner. At every interval of us kissing, Victor kept praising how good I was and how beautiful I now looked. It's the perfect offering he would then whisper to me before devouring both my ears too and sending a shock of moans that I couldn't help contain. So smooth he would say, before pinching and twisting my nipples and spitting in me as I let out a scream. With the room only being lit with the candles, it was hard to properly see Victor but I can tell that his dark grin was more profound now. He then proceeded to adjust my tied limbs. My legs were now tied behind my arms, close to the rest to fully expose my ass. I was now positioned in a way where I was ready to get fucked. "We still got a long way to go, Drew. Don't get too excited now." "When are you going be inside me? I really need it man please..!" What was I saying? Was I actually begging? I had truly been reborn. "Patience and soon you'll be rewarded...good things come to those who wait..." Victor then left the bed and the gas mask full of T was put on again to feed me. I heard some noises and cabinets being opened from where I was, curious to what he was retrieving. He came back with 2 briefcases, one filled with dildos and the other with buttplugs. A nipple clamp was also in his hands and a jar of what seemed like grease was held by him. "This is to not just stretch you out, but to also test your limits." I could only look at the sizes of the toys with eyes wide open as I was now into a different kind of territory. Never have I tried toys as large as I saw.. I only had an average dildo back in college and even butt plugs made me squirm. Was I ready? "Are you ready, Drew? I want you to be confident that you can take this." "Yes, fuck yes. I'm ready." "Do you mean it?" "Yes, do whatever you want to me, stretch me out, I don't care. I want to feel it." "Whatever I want?" This got Victor's attention more than usual. "Yeah, I don't care I'm all yours, just do it now please." I couldn't sit still forever in that position without being touched, I needed something in me or against me. It was what my bare skin demanded. "If you say so....but don't worry, I will never make this hard on you.." My hole was now gently brushed by his fingers and slowly he dipped his index finger into a tiny jar and began probing me. Each probe, deeper than the last. "This is to calm your nerves, make you want more of what's to come..." My hole now felt different. At first it felt as if it was on fire, but then it cooled down to an ice like sensation that is insatiable for anything to be inserted. I started to moan and pleaded to get fucked, begging Victor to plug me now to shut my ass up. Victor could only reply with a grin as he looked up to the head of the ram above us. His fingers on his right hand probed me again while his left hand was now playing with my nipples, preparing the clamps on them. I could suddenly feel as if the room was also starting to get warmer and the candles around us were brighter than before. There was a sort of wave that was engulfing us. My only focus at that point was to just get fucked. Victor started to giggle as he held the first metal dildo that was bout twice the size of my cock. It was shiny and its texture was also rough, as if it was meant to scratch. "Toy time, Drew." I looked at Victor as his pupils were now expanded and both his eyes were fully black. I responded with a smile and nodded to him, signalling my permission before I looked up to see our reflection again.

Part 5 Both Jake and I turned to look at the new visitor standing in the doorway. While it was hard to focus my dialated eyes on him, I knew without any doubt who it was. It was my college wrestling coach. Coach K was a national champion in his glory days. He is now in his mid 30s and still kept himself in remarkable shape. He stands about 5'10" and weighs 200 pounds of pure muscle. I was frozen in fear at being discovered naked and covered in another mans cum, sweat, and funk. How in the hell am I gonna explain this to coach? Jake seemed at ease and said "Took ya long enough to get here". Coach K said the roads were a bitch but apparently so was his wrestler. They both laughed at this. I tried to hide under the covers and tried to wish myself outta there and Coach walked over and flung the blankets off of me. "Well well well, looks like Boyd really is a fag like I always figured". Jake said " this one has a hot tight pussy on him too. I already bred him twice and after I dosed him good, he was good to be rode hard and put down wet". Coach K grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes. "Damn Jake, this boy is spun out". Jake just smiled. Coach said " I really can't have a drug using pussy boy on my team representing the good name of our college". I started crying at this point. My scholarship was the only reason I was able to go to college. If I was kicked off the team, lost my scholarship, I was done. I pleaded with Coach to forget what he saw and let it go. He smirked and said " how am I supposed to forget that one of my wrestlers gets caught naked with my partner at our cabin AND in an altered state? Especially when I seen what a fine ass you got there?". Wait, Jake is your partner? What were the chances of this being a random chance? " Boy, there are two types of men in this world, alphas and betas. Alphas are winners, and betas serve the alphas. There isn't any shame in being one or the other but you are what you are". " Look boy, when I recruited you I knew you were never going to be championship material but I did see a boy I could help mold into a damn fine beta for us and the team. I been planning on getting you up here for awhile now but Jake got you up here first and by that fresh cum running down your leg, I can see I was right about you. Now what are we going to do with you now?" I wasn't following all of what Coach was saying. He was trying to basically say that I was fucked in more than one way. He said that I wasn't really on a path that would build up the team in competition and now that he knew I had broken the no drugs rule, he oughta report me to the University and my college life would be over. I was sobbing by this point. This wasn't even my fault. Jake was the one who drugged me and seduced me. I was screwed. Coach K then said with a twinkle in his eye, " Well, there is one way out of this if you are interested "

Hey guys...I am brand new to this site after spending some time with google looking for others after my most awesome weekend ever! To start, I am 19. I started having sex when I was 16 but it was pretty much just sucking guys off at school or on Grindr when I found them. I never fucked without a condom. Then this weekend happened! Last week, I sent a DM to a guy on Grindr who looked pretty hot and I asked if I could suck his cock. He brushed me off. I sent him a couple more messages and pictures cus I really wanted to meet him. I even sent him my snap hoping he would message me. Well, Friday night just after midnight he sent me a message in snap and told me to open Grindr to see how close we were, he was walking home and he wanted to fuck me. I opened Grindr and he was 100m away!!! So I told him my address and room number and he said he would be over in 5 minutes. I live in a dorm and am in a summer program so still on campus so I have a single till August. Anyway, 5 minutes later he buzzes, I let him in and he knocks on my door. I was pretty nervous because I don't have people come to me too often, this is the first time I am living alone and I also didn't have any time to shower or nothing, so it was just meet and meet. I opened the door and he looks amazing. His profile said he was 27 and he pretty much looked 27. He is also super tall, 195cm, and I am 170cm with my shoes on! He smelled like smoke and alcohol. He came into my room and asked if I had anything to drink. I gave him a beer and I took one myself. He asked what experience I had. I told him I was a good cocksucker, I liked 69, I liked to fuck and I liked to get fucked. He asked me if I ever played rough. I was very nervous since I didn't know how rough he meant but I said yes because I have wrestled and played with breath control before and some light bondage. He asked me if I ever did bareback and I said no. He stood up and said he was finished and was going to leave. So he is walking out and I asked him if he only did bareback or if there was another problem. He said bareback or nothing. So, I let him leave. I just froze and didn't know really what to do. He left. I was alone in my room, my cock was rock hard thinking about this guy and how he was here right next to me and I let him leave. His smell was still in the room. I just sat there, wondering what to do next. Probably an hour passed. It was just after 1AM and I got a snap notfication. He was outside my door and he wanted to come back up for another beer. I buzzed him in and he knocked at my door. There he was again. I was rock hard. He came in and then pushed me back...as soon as I recovered from the push another guy walked into my room. The other guy was also late 20s, very tall, at least 190cm, and he looked very intense. They grabbed my arms and held them behind my back while the second guy pulled out a zip tie and cuffed me. They shoved a sock or something in my mouth and bent me forward. They pulled down my shorts and started to finger my ass. Then I could hear one of them looking around my room, he pulled a knife from my kitchen and cut the back of my shirt and stripped it off me. They forced me to step out of my shorts. Then they stood me straight up to look at them. I was naked, rock hard, mouth gagged and hands zip tied behind my back. I never felt so hot and scared and horny in my life. I stood there naked, looking at these two guys. The helped themselves to some more beers, lit cigarettes and blew the smoke in my face. They were just talking with each other about how they were going to rape me and breed me. They asked me if they could fuck me bareback...I just stood there staring at them. I didn't nod yes or no, just too surprised and horny at the same time to do anything. My legs were shaking, I could barely stand. They finished their beers and cigarettes and the taller one took off his clothes first. He was in really good shape, defined chest, tight stomach, and his cock was at least 22cm, just like his pictures. He was hard as a rock. His friend took off his clothes. He was also in good shape, not as muscled but defintiely still hot and his cock was really thick but not as long, maybe 19cm but thick as a beer can or more. They stood there in front of me just standing and staring at me as I was staring at them till the shorter guy said "well, time to breed this little boy, you first" I was pushed onto my bed on my back. The taller one pushed my legs up in the air while the shorter one got onto the bed took out the sock from my mouth, spit on my face and then straddled my face...he dangled his big balls into my mouth and nose. The smell of his cock was amazing. My inner pig kicked in and I started sucking on his balls like no tomorrow. As I am doing this, I could feel the other guuys tongue probing my ass, then spitting on it. Then I feel some lube being pushed into my hole with his finger. They start joking with each other that I'm a dirty little boy and that I didn't learn how to clean out yet. My ass was probably not super clean since I had no prep time. So the guy on my face moves his hole to my mouth and I start rimming it as he sits down on my face, smothering me...just as I feel the other guys cock pushing into my hole...he says "so you don't bareback, well you do now" My head was spinning, I didn't know how to feel. In some ways I was just amazed that like a fantasy was coming true and in other ways I was like wow, I am being raped and barebacked and I don't want this. He was fuckking me for at least 5 minutes as the other guy is sitting on my face. Then the second guy moves and pushes his cock to my mouth...I open up and he pushes his massively thick cock inside...it is so thick my jaw hurts opening up wide enough for it. And there I am, being spit roasted by these two guys... I can sense that the taller guy is getting close, he is fucking me faster and he stopped talkiing to his friend, he is just grunting now...then I feel it, his cock starts throbbing inside me and he pushes in deep one last time and lets out an amazing groan...I think iti was my imagination but I can literally feel his cum inside me...he stays there for a few seconds as the other guy keeps fucking my mouth...it's weird, I have one cock still pumping and another going limp inside me and i feel awkward for a seconds till the short guy says "my turm" and I feel the other guy pull out...the short guy bounces off the bed and then starts to push his massively thick cock into my hole. It is so thick it really hurt and I start making the first noises I made all night...then the talal guy junps on the bed and sits on my face pushing his balls into my mouth. I feel the thick cock go inside, hurting the whole way. Then he starts to pump, slowly at first...I match my ball sucking to his rhythym...then he speeds up...he says "Mees...I'm about to breed this boy!" and then I feel his cock throbbing just like the other guy....and I swear I could feel the cum shoot into me as he collapses down on top of me...he starts sucking the tall guys cock as I am sucking his balls. Then he pulls out. I can feel a dribble of cum and/or lube coming out of my ass. Then the tall guy gets up and I am layoing on my back, hands bound behind my back and my cock still hard as a rock with cum dripping out of my ass. They look at me and the short one says "boy, you are a good hole...and you just got two poz loads in you so welcome to the club" They left me laying there while they got dressed. My cock is still rock hard. Then they flip me over and cut the zip tie, releasing my hands. I think it was the taller one that said "enjoy that gift kid, you will appreciate it" Then they left. I laid there for at least 10 minutes processing what just happened. My cock started to get soft. Then I thgouht to myself, do I shower and try to clean out, do I go to the doctor and get pills, do I just accept that all the porn I had fantasixed about just came true and change my life... Well, 48 hours have passed so the doctor isn't really an option...I guss I am just going to wait and see. Part of me is ready to go bare forever, part of me is thniking to be safe until I know for sure. But wow, that was an amzing night even though I didn't cum!

Chapter 3 Jake grabbed the back of his freshly defiled boy and told him to open his mouth and get to cleaning up his cock. The boy was running on basic instinct now and without conscience thought, began to comply. There was blood, cum, precum, ass juices and brown on the object of his destruction. The boy was doing a fine job and Jake was thinking he might be able to breed the boy again sooner than he imagined. Jake knew he would have to share his new hole soon but he was going to put as many miles on the fine young boy as he could. He knew he had to live up to his end of the agreement so when the boy finished up cleaning him, he left the boy on the bed and sent a text. The reply came back almost immediately and said "be there in an hour and don't ruin him yet". Damn, an hour isn't much time but time enough to get a couple of loads of his fertile seed deep into the boys new pussy.

Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey

locked 6'4 sub bottom here. My little clit almost always squirts when i get fucked. i no longer even bother cumming by jerking off...my alpha only allows orgasms through my pussy. He said a useless little clit like mine has no need to be uncaged when it can orgasm while locked...

I don’t see a lot of Middle Eastern men in my home city. I do recall during my condom days (more than 6 years ago) lying in a room in a local bathhouse with the door open and suddenly looking up and seeing a stunning Arab guy at the foot of the bed. He indicated he wanted to fuck me and I showed my willingness. I motioned towards some condoms. He said he didn’t want to use them and encouraged me to go raw. He was so hairy (not what I was used to), so good looking and with a beautiful big hard cock I agtreed, which was very unusual for me at that time. He was a great fuck and I don’t know if he came in or on me. I do remember not worrying in the way I normally did when I occasionally ‘lapsed’ into barebacking - I had enjoyed it too much.

I agree with this post. As you see from my previous posts; I get fucked alot from Pakistani cab drivers, they just like a suck and then fuck me in their cab . Never any mention of condoms. Spanish, Turkish and Greeks are good bets for secret bare shagging, thank the Lord. Love it, and their hairy bodies, skin tone and just good old fashioned barebacking works for me and they tell their buddies.

I have always degraded the bottoms I use. They are not men nor women to me, just holes to receive my cock and cum. Not particularly great stuff, so...........yeah. Degradation, humiliation are all good.

Yesterday I participated in an orgy house party. The host is a heavy smoker. He recently goes out to the balcony to have a cigarette. When I met him last time, he told that he usually had sex there. It made me horny and when I was on my way to him, I texted him that I wanted to fuck with him in the balcony. So, when he went out, nodded me and I followed him. Although it was cold a bit above 0 degree, he was wearing only a coat, I was totally naked. So, his cock also was out. I went onto my knees and sucked him deeply. Then he bent me to the balustrade and fucked me hard. He was continuously smoking while we were having sex. Later we went out again. He sucked his cigarette and my cock one after the other. Later he turned me back and fucked me again, while he was continuously smoking. I asked him to blow the smoke into my mouth. And he did grabbing my head and fucking me over.

I've had the same experience. Middle Eastern men are very willing to have sex with another man as long as they are the alpha and that you understand that it's just sex and that no one else can know. About three years ago I was on vacation in Ft. Lauderdale and had just come back from the clubs and was heading toward my hotel room. On my way to my room I ran into an Arab man in his late 40's who stopped me in the hallway to ask me if I knew where he might be able to find an American woman to provide sexual pleasure to him. I told him that I was gay and that I had no idea where he could find a woman so late at night. To my surprise, he asked me if I might be willing to pleasure him and he assured me that he would make it well worth my time, and since I was already pretty horned up from being out, I agreed. I followed him back to his room, which was a suite in the hotel. I spent the next three hours providing sexual pleasure to him in whatever manner he desired and I was surprised at how polite he was to ask me if I would do particular things to pleasure him physically. After he was completely spent, he offered me $3,000, which I declined. I told him I had actually enjoyed myself and that the money wasn't necessary, to which he keep insisting that I take it, but I continued to decline. He told me he enjoyed himself and that he would be most happy if we met again sometime. I told him I was in town on vacation but gave him my contact info anyway and I left and went back to my room. A couple of days later my trip was over and I went to check out of the hotel and the front desk clerk told me my balance was zero, that my room and all charges had already been settled. Apparently he was a frequent guest at the hotel and asked the manager to waive my charges, which he did. He contacted me about two months later when he came into my home town and I met up with him yet again for another evening of pleasuring him. We talked about sex in the Arab world and he explained to me that it is OK for them to be the "top" but it is not ok for them to be the "bottom" and that many Arab men have men or women on the side who do nothing but provide sexual pleasure when they want it.