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I’m a horny 22 year old twink who loves cock. Until recently I’ve always played with lads my own age. At first I always played safe with the other twinks but recently I’ve met some regular lads my own age at the club who love raw. I love the feeling of them going in raw, how naughty it feels, how dirty. There is also no better feeling of slipping my raw cock into another twink and making him moan, this is what real men do. Obviously like all lads of my age I watch a lot of porn and the bareback stuff makes me cum the hardest. The videos where a twink, just like me, takes a bear raw and submits to a muscle mans alpha dominance make me super hard. I dream of a real man breeding my twinky smooth body. Every day I pass the gay sauna and have always been curious but I’m a clean lad and I’ve never gone in. Today they had an advert for lads and dads night – and it was tonight. All day at uni I kept getting distracted and at one point it was such a big effort to get my boner back down. I slowed down near the sauna on the way home and suddenly realized I was gonna go in. I could stop myself but I needed fucked so bad. I paid and grabbed some condoms from the desk. In the shower seeing the hairy bears got my so hard. I just couldn’t control myself. Being new to the sauna I was very nervous and after drying started to look around. Because of my nerves I was walking too quickly and turning a corner bumped straight into a hairy muscular bear’s giants pecs. “I’m sorry sir”. He laughed and said “not so sorry you’re taking your nose out of my pecs”. I started to back away but he laughed again, put his arms around me and drew me back in. “Don’t worry, just sniff, breath the musk in”. I did as I was told. He said “wow that cock of urs is rock solid against my stomach”. Again I said “sorry sir”. He told me not to be sorry and opened the bottle of poppers that was hanging from a chain around his neck. I sniffed deeply a few times them managed to wriggle around so my ass was against his raw cock. He rubbed it across my hole a few times and I moaned. The bear grabbed my hand and lead me to a cabin, he was muscled all over, had a hairy chest and treasure trail down to such a thick meaty cock. He was everything I wanted. In the cabin I knelt down and sucked his cock until he said, “stand up boy – tell me what you want”. I replied I wanted him inside me “I’ve got condoms if you want them”. He smiled a cheeky grin and said “is that really what you want – this mighty cock in rubber inside you?”. I looked nervously back and he said “come on have a sniff of daddy’s musk and poppers”. I did so inhaling all the strong scents then said “daddy, I’m just a piece of meat for you to use; I wanna get dumb and feel you raw inside me”. He asked “do you want me to get you pregnant?” …

Since @TaKinGDeePanalmentioned me, I'll jump in here. My husband and I have been together for 33 years (and married legally when it became legal in NY in 2012). We have had, since our second date a sexually open relationship - both of us had lost our first partners in our 20s, his to testicular cancer, mine to AIDS. We are currently 59 (me) and 63 (him) years old. We met as him 100% top and me 90% top, Me = HIV positive since before 1985, him still HIV negative 33 years later. When neither of us is performing he works nights and I work days - meaning for the vast majority of these 33 years except when we were performing in a show TOGETHER, I was alone on Friday and Saturday nights. Frankly, he was happy for me to go out to a sex party or sex venue and play around rather than sit home doing nothing or go to a bar where any guy I chatted with was likely looking for more than a one-night hookup. That said, for the first 21 years of our relationship, we had sex ourselves at least 5 nights if not 6 nights a week. And with him, sex wasn't just sex, it was if you'll pardon the mawkishness making love along with sexual release. Very different from just sex with a buddy. Yes, many nights it was fairly quick and mostly oral, but we still connected on a sexual level and enjoyed it thoroughly even while both of us enjoyed extra-curricular activities both together and alone. Unfortunately, Rheumatoid Arthritis runs in his family and it hit him early, by the 21st year of our relationship, sex began being painful for him, a few years on it stopped pretty much completely as even receiving a blow job from me caused too much pain, and he was no longer getting hard (which mortified him) and he just turned off sexually, in the intervening 10 years we have had sex a total of 3 times. At first I was devastated, my libido still in overdrive (as he always says), but also the romantic sexual connection between us was something extremely special that doesn't happen in other sex and I really really missed - and still miss - it. Of course, that led to guilt on his part, and hurt. loss and admittedly a bit of anger on my part. But I'm not a monster, I can see he was in so much pain, and much as it hurt me to do so, I had to start kind of numbing myself to the fact that there was a naked man beside me in bed every night whom I dearly loved and still found sexy, AND I COULD NOT TOUCH OR SUCK OR PLAY WITH HIM AT ALL. It's still somewhat of a challenge - and he is frankly quite grateful that we set up our relationship the way we did so that I can still enjoy the sexual experiences I've always enjoyed (me having always been much more adventurous and kinky than him and getting into scenes he wasn't into when I play own my own) and continue to have a sex life even though his he feels is quite done. I will always maintain hope that some day some time... but realistically its not likely to happen. Why do we stay together? Because much as I'm a sex freak, that's not ALL there is to a relationship, especially not one that's lasted this long - one based not only on sexual attraction, but mutual interests, mutual goals, healthy intelligent conversation (even after 33 years), mutual love and respect, and the fact that he's also my best friend. Although this isn't the way I'd prefer our life to be, neither of us will ditch all we have because one of us is still a horny bastard and the other has lost interest in ALL sex, not just in his husband. Does that help @badjujuboy? Feel free to IM if you want specifics on how our open sexual relationship works and how we keep from getting jealous...

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

I like to be blindfolded on a fuckbench or bent over. I've found that sometimes a top will pass by when I'm like that as they are intimidated by an all-loads-taken bottom. That same top may see me later and finger my hole and fuck me. So, I make it a point to not ONLY be that anonymous bottom. I know what I need, but sometimes, the top needs a different setting or to feel like he is, specifically, desired and not just one of the many. I aim to please, so I adapt. As a top, I will walk right up to that hole and eat it. If I taste cum, my cock gets rock hard and I will add mine to the mix, then eat it some more. A cummy hole is a magnet for me and brings out my breeding tendencies. <oink>

Chapter 17 He opened his eyes and looked up and noticed the tattoo on his groin. He suddenly realized what the Bio-Hazzard guy meant when he said he was knocking him up, He was horrified thinking that he was now full of the guy’s POZ seed. He heard another voice that he didn’t recognize behind him and say “ Let me help you with that, you sure put on a great show for us mate “ . The guys accent was unmistakable, he had an Australian accent. He put two fingers in the Married guy and after he found his cock, he started milking it Like a cows udder. It felt great. The Guy said " I have seen cocks shrivel up with Meth, but you must have a lot in you, you’re really small. No worries, we can take care of you “. The Milking action was great and the Married guy knew he wouldn’t last long. The Azzie Put three and then added a forth finger stretching the Married Guy’s new cunt even more. He was having problems concentration on sucking the cock in his mouth. The Azzie said “ You’re about to blow, I am going to make both ends cum at the same time “. The Married guy wasn’t sure what he meant. A minute later the Married guy felt something he never did before. His ass was tightening and releasing on it’s own and he couldn’t tell whether he was shitting or what was going on. His cock stared to throb with an intensity he had never felt. The Guy said “ Man, you really have a lot of muscle in this ass “. The Cum in his ass-cunt was squirting out and at the same time his cock was shooting cum, not strong or a lot but with every milking Action some was coming out. The feelings were unbelievably strong and intense. He had never felt a climax like this one, Both ends were coming. Unlike his past experiences the feelings were not subsiding, but these were increasing, getting stronger. He had to pull back from the cock in his mouth to be able to get enough air in, His heart was pounding, and he was panting like a dog, or in this case, a true bitch in heat. He wanted to pull away from the guy bringing these touches feelings but something inside him wanted more. His cock was still producing something liquid but was getting really tender so he pulled away. The guy that was working his bottom half said “ Hold him. He still has more “. The Bio-Hazzard guy put his hands and arms on him and held him in place so that he was forced to endure more pleasure. The Married guy’s ass was on fire and wanted more. His ass was farting cum like crazy, his cock was still dripping out some liquid but the amount was decreasing to only a drop once in a while. The guy behind him pulled his fingers out almost all the way, the married guy thought it was over. But then jammed them back in, splitting the hole open more and he immediately pressed down on the Married guys prostate causing the married guy to howl like an animal. He pulled down once more on the tiny cock of the Married guy and a coupe more drops came out. Satisfied that e had gotten everything the Married guy had to offer he let go of his cock and then twisted his fingers and yanked them out, This pulled out the Marred guy’s rosebud, just as he wanted. The Marred guy yelped and them slumped down, exhausted from the whole-body climax. The guy whispered in the Married guy’s ear “ Now you know what getting your bell rung in a climax. Next time I see you I plan on fisting you deep “. He tapped the Married guy’s hole and that sent electric shocks thru his body from the ass up. Apparently the drugs were not completely done with him yet. The guy saw this reaction and told the Married guy “ Yeah, your still hot for more, you need to walk up the path and see what else you can get into, or into you”. The guy that was in front holding him in place let loose of him and pushed his cock onto the lips of the Married guy. He said you need to clean this off more. For the first time he opened he eyes. He blinked a couple times to get his eyes to adjust and at the same time he took the cock into his mouth. He licked the PA to get it clean before going deep with his cock. He looked at the groin of the guy and saw the fresh Bo-Hazzard tattoo. He suddenly realized what that meant and what he was saying when he shot in him. He knew that he might be knocked up with this guy’s POZ babies. The married guy wasn’t cleaning the cock very well at this point. He was horrified at what just happened. Tears were welling up in his eyes until he felt a tongue licking his ass. Whoever it was knew what they were doing, He spread his tender cheeks and licked and sucked the Tender rosebud. The Married guy immediately forgot about the POZ loads in his ass and the drugs once again took over and his heat returned. He couldn’t believe what was going on. Other times after he came, he was done, but not tonight. The Bio-Hazzard guy got up and left. About the same time the guy that was eating his cunt stopped. He said “ If you get more cum in there I will suck it out of you “. The Married guy hadn’t thought about taking anymore cock up his ass. Let alone cum, but, the feeling of this guys mouth sucking his ass made him want more.

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Echoing @versmetropig. My relationship is in its 23rd year. We have been sexually open after the first couple of months. Between us our sex life is largely affection more than getting off. More than getting off though; is sharing a life with another human. We've become a family. Aging has introduced challenges to each of us.

Not saying you (or anyone else) should stick with a relationship if you (or he) doesn't want to. I'm just saying that a relationship can be built on things other than sex, and that it can be preferable to be partnered with no remaining sexual interest (and getting whatever sex one wants elsewhere) rather than being single. Maybe not in your case, and that's fine.

The boxer briefs hanging from one of his legs, aggressively pulled on and stretched out by the top’s fingers. Leading higher to the handprints still bright and angry red across his perfectly round cheeks. He lies there almost calmly, his youth evident in the way he took the abuse. Nothing can hurt him. In a couple of days he’ll be fine. In a couple of days he’ll be as good as new and he will invite someone else to fill him, feel the roundness of his cheeks as they bounce hungrily up and down the girthy monster. And the boy loves to play with girthy monsters, loves to feel them stretch out his insides, pull on his guts and penetrate deep and hard. The hole between the cheeks is tender, leaking. Before the top left, he held it tight and clenched, to please his top. He wanted to show appreciation, and to show him what a submissive and breedable slut he was, how much he loved the cum that the top had given him. And he did love it. It was all he had hoped for, all he wanted was to have a man’s cum inside him at the moment of breeding. But now that the top had left, he slowly relaxed his hole, still hurting from the beating it took, until the copious cum started leaking out of it, in slow, gentle trickles. Down his smooth taint towards his clean shaven small balls and his own leaking cock. He could barely move his arm around to feel his crack, slippery and smooth with all that tasty seed. The top dressed and left him like this, in a daze, the condom still inside the half opened wrapper. It was him who chose to take the top bareback. It was inside him that the fire took over, his heart beating too hard to bear as his top undressed. He still saw the flashbacks of the biohazard tattoo on the tops lower belly, the area that made him the most horny. And the top was hot, which didn’t hurt one bit. His body was fit, his abs hard and glistening after the heavy petting, the hard muscular V leading to his crotch covered in short loose hair. And the mark that lay underneath the hair. It fascinated the boy ever since he first saw it a year ago. He was eighteen then and he found out about poz guys and how hot they were and how much he wanted to have one between his legs. This played out almost the same as his fantasy, except in his fantasy he was always taken, fucked roughly *against* his will, his brows furrowed and sweaty as he struggled to take the cock that pushed against his almost virgin hole. This was almost the same. After he saw the tattoo he went on his hands and knees, head down ass up. He wanted to be as slutty as possible. When the top breached him his brows did furrow, his body did sweat and he did moan in pain and in pleasure. But nothing was against his will. He wanted that cock. He needed it in him. He needed it to finish in him, cum inside his sweet, innocent hole and paint his guts white. He wanted to feel it shoot in his belly, like a girl might hope when she gets with someone whose kids she dreams of carrying. He needed this top, he needed to satisfy this guy, who suddenly seemed so much hotter than even the nudes he sent the boy before they met. It did get closer to his fantasy, as his top proved to be aggressive when the opportunity presented itself. He drove hard and push the boy even harder into the bed until he was crushed under the muscular weight. He powered his cock in and out of the stretched out and abused hole, feeling the boy clench and unclench in an obvious attempt to milk the burning hot poz cum out of his balls. Some time later, in a daze, the boy felt the top push the deepest he could go, driving the breath out of him, felt him breach even that second hole deep inside him and pulse. He just kept his cock buried as deep as it could be, his crotch kissing the boy’s hole, which after this could never even be mistaken for virgin, his thick shaft pulsing even thicker, and his heartbeat pushed the sizzling hot cum deep into the boy’s belly. But it wasn’t until later that the top left him sprawled out like this, fucked silly and unable to move. No. The top now went into the bathroom to clean up, and the boy, not knowing when he should cut his loses followed. As the top washed his face and his hands and his cock, the boy planted kisses on the broad muscle of his back, he traced the thick glutes with his fingers and he reached with one hand to the top’s front, where he didn’t yet take the cock. Instead, he looked in the mirror as his fingers lightly grazed the tattoo, the object of his fascination. Neither said a word about it, they didn’t have to. But it was evident what the boy needed. He then lowered his hand and his fingers reached the skin of the cock. It was big and heavy in his hand, hefty as he weighed it. But it wasn’t in his hand for long, as it quickly hardened, and his top turned around and picked him up only to prop him up on the sink, his left spreading wide instinctively. The top lined his cock up with his hole and sank right in again, their bodies revealed now in the stark light of the bathroom, the tattoo burning red, dangerous. After that, the top went back to the bed to get dressed. If it was to entice the boy one more time or for some other reason, he did not know, but he began by pulling his shirt on first, his semi-hard cock still hanging low and thick. The boy couldn’t resist, of course, and cupped it into overflowing into the cup of his palm. He went down on his knees and took it down his throat until it hardened there again, and then he turned around and climbed on the bed, and presented himself on his hands and knees to the man who filled him with two loads of his poz cum already. The top once again forced him on his belly, now full of two loads, and pounded into him from above. When the top left, he just left him like this, the boy unable to move or say anything. His cock was crushed under him, still semi hard, even after a torrent of precum and even cum was driven out of it, bubbling out of the glistening head as the top forced him to cum by battering the spot inside his hole. He never even touched himself, he was too busy holding on to the sheets and the bed frame, too busy maintaining balance so that his top's forceful shoves didn’t cause his head to hit the headboard. Too busy pushing himself harder onto the cock that was already giving him the roughest fucking he has ever experienced. His hole will forever twitch at the thoughts and flashbacks to this moment: the boxer briefs still handing on one of his thighs, the half-opened condom, his cock excruciatingly hard, raw from rubbing against the sheets and bubbling, the three loads deep inside his belly, forced into his bare, unprotected hole, the red handprints on his otherwise smooth and round cheeks.

I was at The Zone in LA, walking the dark hallways looking for a guy that would top me. After making my first sweep around the club, I decided it was time to take off my shirt and see what comes my way. I was making my second walk through the club when I saw this hot guy walking in my direction. I gave him a look and a smile that told him I was interested, he too had a devilish grin on his face. As we were about to walk past each other, he grabbed my arm at the bicep and leaned in and whispered. "I want to rape you." I stopped dead in my track and instantly got hard. I never thought those words would get me so aroused. I'm not into that type of scene or role play at all, and I don't think he particularly meant it in that serious way. I think we both understood that he meant he wanted to fuck me good and hard and that's exactly what I wanted. I immediately turned to him and he could tell I was wide eyes and ready. His grasp went from my upper arm down to my hand and led the way to a private cubicle. He open the door and we both entered. As soon as he locked it, he forced me to turn around and dropped my shorts. He ate my ass for a few moments getting it nice and wet. Then I could hear his belt come undone and I new in seconds I was going to feel him inside me. But he grabbed me again a turned me around to face him. He forced me to my knees and stuffed his cock in my mouth, I started to give him head. He swelled in my mouth and that got me even more aroused. As soon as he was hard enough he began to face fuck my throat. I grabbed his butt cheeks and squeeze his firm ass while he continued to thrust into my face. My gag reflex started to kick in and I stood up for a minute, for a break. He immediately turned me around and bent me forward. Again, his wet tongue drove deep into my hole. This time when he stopped, I thought to myself, fuck ya, fuck me now and its like he read my mind. I felt him insert his cock in my hole. He slowly pushed it inside me. I took a deep breath and sniffed some poppers. The aroma hit me fast and hard, my hole opened up for him and I felt like I was in ecstasy. He proceeded to drive deeper and as soon as he was balls deep, I let out a moan and he knew that was his que. He knew at that moment my hole was ready for whatever abuse he wanted to give it. My moans only heightened our lust. He grasped my hip with both of his hands and began to thrust my hole fast and hard. Like rabbits we fucked, I moaned and he grunted, it was primal. I can tell guys were outside our darkroom trying to see if there were peep holes. We were not quite and thats how I prefer it. Let the world know that I'm getting fucked and enjoying every second of it. He slowed his paced, but continued to fuck me deep. I could feel the precum oozing from my foreskin, dangling its way down onto the floor. His sweat drip onto my lower back and I verbalize "Fuck yeah, keep going." This was exactly the kind of fuck I was looking for and I didn't want it to stop. I don't know how long he continued to fuck me. It felt like an eternity, an eternity filled with bliss. But all good things must come to an end. His rhythm started to pick up again and I could hear his breathing pick up too. He was getting close and I wanted every last drop inside of me. His breathing turned into moans, which quickly turned into grunts. He was getting louder and I knew he was only second away. My cock already in hand stroking myself. He continued to pound my ass and then let out a loud grunt that told me he was climaxing. I felt his fluids release inside of me and his body spasm against mine. He leaned forward onto my back, I knew he was done and in that moment I shot my load. And thats the end of one of my fond memory. Guys, I'm sorry for the long post, but when answering this topic, this memory came flooding back and I had to share it with you all.

I met up with my friend this past week. Due to our schedules we had a hard time finding time we were both available to meet for an extended amount of private time. We were finally able to meet at a local restaurant, it was great. All I can say was I was so happy to see him it was like being on a date. We caught up as usual but there was no talk about his status or anything like that just normal conversation. Before we left we went to the bathroom just to take a quick leak before the 40 minute drive back to my hotel. We stood side by side pissing at the two urinals in the bathroom. He looked over at my cock while I was pissing and noticed I was wearing panties under my jeans. He asked if I had worn them for him and I said of course. He then leaned over and gave me the most passionate kiss I can remember ever getting from someone, it was a bit shocking being that we were in a public men's room even thought nobody else was in there with us. We decided to meet up at my room since we both had our own cars. I was so horny driving back I almost couldn't drive. I planned on dressing up for him but he showed up within minutes of me. We got in the room and were making out and taking off each others clothes like a we hadn't gotten laid in years, for me it had been almost like that. We got on the bed and I started sucking his cock, not long after I started he turned me around and started eating my ass. He is great at this, he used to be able to make me cum just from doing this to me. I was really enjoying the feeling it had been so long, it wasn't long and I was moaning and loving it, at that point he made his move and got up and shoved his cock in me balls deep with one thrust. I was shocked and even though he loosened me up nicely it was still a shock because I am rather tight from sexual inactivity and he didn't use any lube other than his spit. It hurt a bit at first but it wasn't long before I was pushing back on him as hard as he was pushing into me. It didn't take long and he grunted and started shooting a big load in me. We hadn't discussed condoms or if he was on meds or anything, it all just happened that fast. it was a big load he said he had been saving for me. We laid there for a bit then caught our breath and he bred me twice more that night. He left in the morning and said he would give ma a call in a couple weeks. I just laid in bed most of that next day with all his cum still inside me and thinking of the possibilities of our actions and if anything more would come of it. Well that was five days ago and I guess he will be getting contact with me in another week or so. I guess I will just wait and see how everything plays out from here..

Took a nice load at the abs from a bud who actually gave me my first load 16 years ago. He use to orgasm like 3 times easy but now it’s just once. Thing is he still shoots cum multiple times, he just doesn’t fully orgasm. Sorta like edging lol. Andy way he pounded me for a good 20-25 min before he took a took a break. Mainly because we fucking out in the open and some old dude was trying to get in on the action and didn’t understand the word no. So I asked did you cum? He said no but I still felled you and that he did. Cum was dripping down my leg as some other dude started stroking my cock and lifted his shirt and asked me to blow my load on his chest. I gladly obliged. I was still in bottom mode so I made one more tour sound all the different rooms and theaters. Went into a room that showed straight porn and some guy stroking his cock. I dropped my pants and started stroking and he came over and started feeling my ass while he was watching one of the tvs with a girl taking a dick up her ass. I bent over a couch and this guy started jerkin faster and started playing with my hole. With that the guy in the porn vid starts unloading in the girl and this guy says he’s gonna cum. I said quickly cum in my ass just like the vid and he strokes really hard and just jams it in my hole (I had to shut around quick to take it in, his aim was off lol) and he just instantly unloads in my hole and leaves. I reached back and it was one of those thick creamy loads so I pushed it back in, licked my fingers and just pulled up my underwear and pants and went to the bathroom. I was going to clean up a bit but said nah I’m gonna enjoy this one so I just washed my hands and let that load spill out into my clothes for the walk and car ride home. Good stuff

“I’m poz”…after cumming in me.

“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

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In college, I fell hard for the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Marta and I knew each other from campus and had a few classes together. Even though was well out of my league, I got up the nerve to ask her out, and we went on a few dates. Evenings with Marta often led to fantastic safe sex at her dorm or mine after a night out together. We decided to move into a two-bedroom apartment in the summer when the dorms closed. Marta is in many ways smarter than me. She knows what she wants, and she goes after it. It’s one of her sexy traits, in addition to her tight toned body and beautiful long dark hair. Marta made it clear to me that moving in together wouldn’t mean we were exclusive. She had a few other guys she saw from time to time. I didn’t know much about them, or who they were, but knowing she was seeing other guys, and not on birth control, for anything other than vanilla oral, we used condoms. I think because several guys were servicing her, I only saw a sliver of what she was capable of. I bet she took a different cock six nights a week. She liked having her hair pulled, nipples yanked, ass slapped, and more. When I undressed her, she often had hickies or bite marks in amazing places, on her tits and ass. One of the other guys I did know she was seeing, Dante, was every bit a campus Alpha Male type. I saw them holding hands from time to time. Even though we rarely discussed what she did with other men, I had to ask if things were okay when one day, I discovered three times the sex marks on her body as usual. I wanted to be sure one of her boyfriends wasn’t beating up on her. She told me she liked it rough with Dante, and he’d invited a few friends over to share her with. She also told me that since it was Dante’s birthday, and a safe time in her cycle, she let them all cum inside her. My non-exclusive girlfriend let four men cum inside her. Marta watched me like a hawk for my reaction; more specifically, she wanted to see if her confession made me super hard. I must have passed the test because she threw her arms around me and kissed me, saying she knew our relationship had legs. Why hadn’t I spoken up about the risks that unprotected sex with multiple people opened us both up to? If I’m honest, it’s because the risks are precisely what turned me on. Marta saw that I was rock-hard and she had me lay down on her bed. She straddled my face and started to finger her pussy. Out leaked streams of briny cummy slime that poured into my gaping mouth. She talked dirtier than I’ve ever heard her asking how I liked my first of many creampies? I murmured approval. Marta ground her ruined cunt into my mouth and I lapped at her puffy labia. More cum poured out of her pussy, and even her asshole. I realized I was eating Dante’s loads mixed with strangers. I swallowed down as much as I could. After bringing her to orgasm, Marta climbed off and jerked me off. She asked if I liked Dante’s birthday present and I truthfully told me it turned her on. I started being rougher with Marta and she responded well. Apparently, every week or so another guy Marta was dating would have a birthday or some other kind of celebration. That led to Marta bringing multiple loads home to me in her pussy regularly. We always used condoms out of safety to me, except when it really was my birthday. That was the first time she let me cum inside her. On that day, she brought my creampie to another lover to eat out. Things went on like this until summer when we moved in together. We agreed to keep things casual, and of course, she kept regularly getting fucked her other men, often in groups, and increasingly bareback. Now that we lived together, half of the time she hooked up with another guy, which now happened every other day, it happened at our place. I’d be respectful and study at the library whenever they’d come over. This went on for a year, during which she told me I was one of the only guys using protection with her and she’d love to take my seed more often. I asked her if that meant things were getting more serious between us. She said it did, but it didn’t mean she’s stop seeing other guys or make them use protection. Nearly a year after pounding my girlfriend raw, along with some number of other guys, our apartment lease was up for renewal. The landlord made a horrendous offer that would have priced us out of the building. Marta asked if she could meet with him privately to see if they could negotiate. I agreed, and that night, asked her how it went. She’d let him fuck her, with protection, and he filled up a condom with his load before pulling out. She pointed to the latex condom knotted and resting on a saucer next to her bed. She told me that pouring it inside would be the only way for me to eat a creampie tonight. I bit through the tip of the reservoir and swallowed a small burst of our landlord’s cum. Marta spread her pussy wide for me as I drizzled that load onto and into my girlfriend’s unprotected cunt. Two years after that, Marta was regularly taking loads from more than five men, me included. We were about to graduate, and she was ready to start seriously thinking of starting a family. When she told me that she wanted to keep having bareback sex with me, I knew things were getting serious. She got every one of her boyfriends to agree that if she got knocked up, they’d take it as a sign and the responsible boyfriend would become her fiancée. I was glad I was still in the running. At the end of the day, Marta ended up marrying one of Dante’s pals, who had knocked her up. They moved in together. As she swole up, Marta still regularly visited her boyfriends, me included. We all continued to fuck her raw. It is gross if I tell you how much longer I last when she’s opened-up and dripping the seed of many men? The guys who lubed her pussy with their cum were nearly all of them strangers to me. What normally happens happened nine months later. Marta and the man who knocked her up got engaged, and he decided to give her a wedding present. He begged Marta’s boyfriends to breed her again the night before their wedding. It was the first time I met all six of them, from wildly different walks of life and ages. I was a little sad that Marta and I weren’t going to be married but also thrilled that she’d still be fuckable whenever we wanted to meet up.

Two peas in a pod .... and "tongue-braille" is my favorite way to "feel" a Hole up (but, always preceded by the requisite "sniff-test"). Some guys like poppers, but a well-prepped and well-Seeded Hole beats poppers any day (or night, for that matter ...)

I love a loaded hole. I'm also one of those tops, that if I'm feeling your hole, I want to fuck you but won't necessarily cum since I want to at least sample all of the available holes. As to the guys that just feel you up and leave, I'm of the of the opinion that there are guys at bathhouses that are just there to get material to use for their jackoff fantasies. They never fuck or get fucked, and if they make up more than about 30% of the guys in the club no one else gets fucked either.

Proud of you son.

I think it depends on the length and depth of the relationship. Two years in? Yeah, I'd say call it quits, move on, and try to find something that fits better. Ten years in? It's not necessarily just intertwined financials. It's shared pets, shared experiences, shared traditions, not to mention deep affection that goes beyond sex. Just like married straight couples sometimes stay together even if sex has waned, gay couples can do that too. The point is that gay relationships, being already somewhat transgressive, don't have to stick with the same rules as other people's. The relationship can be based on, and include or exclude, any factors the participants wish. One thing to remember is that as we age, the number of potential relationship partners may well decline just as the number of potential sexual partners declines. If the pools of both are shrinking, the chances of finding someone who's a member of both pools can be a lot tougher. So ditching someone who's otherwise a great relationship partner in hopes of finding someone else who's both a great relationship partner AND a good sexual outlet may not be the best bet some people can make.

I agree and disagree. Assuming the male partner is female, then OP brings up an interesting question about the man sexuality. And I honestly don't know the answer to that being a gay man that hasn't played with women since my late teens. Now what if the partner is FTM then I can see a reason for a strap on. But if we're talking man on man sex, then it doesn't make sense to me to throw on a strap on if you already have the equipment. Unless your equipment is on the smaller side, I guess I can see an argument for it. But even then, for me personally, I would never want my male partner to use a strap on. I would want him to fuck me and breed me. You just can't get that with a strap on. Dildos. Now this is a whole other story. I have a dildo and use it often. In fact my partner has used it on me many times and help me reach climax with it. BUT. and thats a big but. We don't bust out the dildo until after he has had his way with my ass and bred my ass good. Its always secondary. -Much love and cum Fellas.

I'm bi, so I would let a woman use a strap-on or a double headed toy with me at least occasionally if she had a desire to do so. With another man, hell no, I do not want to play dildos, strap-ons, double headed, or fake extensions with you. Since we are men and have the penetration equipment there is no excuse for using toys instead of a cock. I've never had this problem anywhere else I've lived or traveled, but I have made a few local guys mad for refusing to play dildos with them. We have cocks and should use them in sex, I have no interest in replacing the cock with a toy when having gay sex.

My ex wife threw me out of the house when she found out I did Tina and got fucked by men. I literally giggled in her face, she freed me to be a pig, no need to hide my using, fucking and perversity. Immediately rented a room from my dealer , got more t and the celebrated with a black tranny hooker with a 9 inch cock and a filthy weekend at a bathouse and took 18 loads in 2 days

“I’ve left you £50 on the table” as he leaves…

Hi all. Not necessarily a new member. I joined the forum many years ago and browsed some of the threads. Then I became very inactive for many years, but now I'm back. So now for my overdue introduction and sexual journey thus far. For many years I've always wanted to be a Piggy cum dump slut, especially after watching Dawson's infamous movie. I wanted to be him. I wanted guys to just use my hole and dump their loads. And over the years I've dabbled with it. As I got older, my sexual urges got stronger, but my sexual awakening happen when I first found out about CumUnion. It was a Friday night in LA. I wasn't sure how good the event would be. I remember how nervous I was waiting in line to enter the party. At this point I was in my mid 30's and I told myself. "You're a full grown adult now. You're a man, don't be shy or afraid of what you want." Prior to arriving I did drink some liquid courage to help embolden the side of me I wanted to let loose. Entering the building, I was nervous and excited at the same time. Upon paying the clerk, he said I could enter straight through the door behind him to the party. Or I can go to the door on the side to check any clothing material if I would like. All of my emotions intensified even more, but I was ready. Entering the side room, I knew what I wanted. I came here to fulfill a fantasy and I wasn't going to turn back. I came prepared. Brand new jockstrap, brand new poppers, my liquid courage was starting to kick in, my slutty ego was ready to come out. I stripped down, bagged my clothes and got my wristband. I already heard a guy make a comment while I was undressing. He wanted a piece of me and I was almost ready to give in. I just smiled back at him and walked out. Entering the party room, it was massive. The main floor was more of a dance floor with a DJ and 3 side rooms where it seemed all the playing was happening. I peeked in the first room and the scent that came out was intoxicating. You know the scent. The musky scent of sweat from men fucking, from semen dropping to the floor and poppers in the air. The room was not too big and fairly dark, but it was filled with men. Men fulfilling their most primitive desires. I was gleeful, but wasn't ready to jump into the action. I wanted to see what the other two rooms held. So I pressed on, leaving the first room and the many hands groping my body as I walked out. The second room was about the same size as the first and had a giant size bed in the center which was already fully occupied. Men were playing here too. Some were watching and touching themselves and others around them. This room did have better illumination in it, where the last only had light coming in from the doorway. Here my eyes didn’t need to adjust. I can see men on their knees servicing other men, others bent over the edge of the bed getting railed. All those involved in some sort of activity had the look of ecstasy on their face. I was almost ready to join in on the fun. Just one more room to check out before I do. The Final room was the largest and most visible, like that of a candle lit dinner, private and cozy. Except there was a sea of men here. More crowded than the last two, if that was possible. The most popular room had various pieces of sex furniture. A sling in the center and to the side a large padded bench that had a wood railing above it. One man was in the sling, letting another man fuck him with such force that I bit my lower lip in anticipation, wanting that to be me. He had other guys around him waiting their turn to penetrate him, and you can see the man in the sling enjoying every thrust. The giver finally gave one last thrust and let out a yell that followed with grunts. My hole was quenching and I could feel the precum escaping into my foreskin. This was the hottest scene I ever got to witness in real life, not porn on a television, but in person. This is what I have been seeking and wanting. Sex clubs didn’t even compare to this. There 90% of the men are clothed and guys walk around being selective and often want to go into a private cubicle. Here, 90% of the men are in Jockstrap or nothing and they all came to FUCK and fuck in the open. To be surrounded by men fucking each other. It was an orgy I will never forget. That night I easily had a dozen guys fuck me and at least half of them dropped their load inside of me. I even got to swallow a load before the night was done. This was the night that I confirmed to myself that I enjoyed being a cum sloppy slut and want to continue more of these adventures. Years have passed and I had completely forgotten about this site. So I’m very happy to have remembered its existence and found it again. I feel like I’m with like minded fellows now that I've matured in my sexual awareness. Thank you all for being here and hearing my tale. I'm currently in Santa Monica, hmu if you want to play or need a cum dump for a party, I’m your guy.

If that’s the case then they need to fake it. This is showbiz after all. They are ‘actors’ of a sort. That reminds me of another peeve, probably already mentioned, but guys who look bored or vaguely in pain while getting fucked is a turn off. Again the porn star is being paid to act in a video, then act like you want to be there and that dick in your hole is the best thing in your life since you binged the third season of Buffy.

It's time for the last of Ric's adventures or at least the tales of them. I think I've taken care of all of the loose ends. Chapter 7.4 - Movin On They'd been studying all week, trying to get ready for finals. The silence was broken when Mateo asked "Do you remember the first day we met?" "Yeah. I woke you up so you could take a shower and you said a bunch of flattering things not realizing they weren't just thoughts in your head. Why?" Ric asked. "One of your comments was that you would never take a partner over to the bathhouse, since that's a place to hook up. We've never gone together and I know you've been there a bunch of times" Mateo said. He paused and continued "I need a break before my brain explodes. How about you show me what the allure is?". "Are you sure? It's not really your kind of place. You usually hook up only after they pass your hundred question survey. That won't work very well there" Ric told him. "If I'm going to change my ways, I should learn from the master on how to meet someone for a few minutes of mindless sex" Mateo replied, grinning back at Ric. "I usually last a lot longer than that" Ric said, rubbing his growing bulge. An hour later, they were standing in line at the bathhouse, finding out that a lot of other students were needing some stress relief sex too. Ric noticed a guy a few people in front of them that looked a little familiar. At least his head and shape did. The large back and arm tattoos were what made him question it. When he heard the voice, he remembered instantly. Ric handed over his card and their IDs and smiled at the attendant. "He in the club too?" the attendant asked and Ric nodded. "Boyfriend. We share everything" Ric replied, laughing. The guy leaned forward and said "Three looking today. Really tall blond. Other is a polar bear with a collared boy. You might be only toxic guys tonight." He pushed the IDs and card back and gave Ric a wink. Mateo followed Ric into the locker room, mimicking his moves. He saw Ric looking over at a guy that had just secured his locker when Ric asked "Peter?" The guy stopped and turned, facing Ric. A smile grew over Peter's face and he chuckled a moment before saying "Ric! How's it going?" Ric and Mateo finished stripping as Ric talked to Peter. "What's with the ink? I almost didn't recognize you. I never thought of you as a tattoo guy" Ric said. "I guess that's another thing that I got from you. Tay got one too, but it's pretty small. My views have changed on a lot of things now that I'm poz. The quiet guy is gone and I'm living life to the fullest. It's been a lot more fun" Peter said. "How's Taylor doing? I haven't heard anything from him this year" Ric asked. "He's been running around the country. The job he got is trying to get three people's work out of him. I've seen him maybe four times this year. He's going to be in town next week to pack his stuff up" Peter said. "You stayed roommates even after he found a job?" Ric asked. "Yeah, it was a place for him to crash in between his work trips. All he did was sleep and do laundry there, though. Now that I'm graduating, we're letting the lease end. I love that place, but since I'm moving to the other coast he doesn't want to keep it by himself" Peter said. Ric looked at Mateo and raised his brows. Mateo grinned back at him. "Mind if I give you a call tomorrow about the apartment? We're trying to figure out what to do about next year. I liked your place and if the rent is decent, we might be able to swing a deal with Taylor" Ric said. "That would be great. I know he doesn't want to give it up, but can't swing it on his own. I'm sure he'd give you a deal as long as you keep his ass busy when he's there" Peter said. "That, we can definitely do" Ric replied. "I should have asked Tay for his card to get in here for free. The front desk guy always had some good suggestions on who to tap" "You been sharing?" Ric asked, not expecting Peter's comment. The grin on Peter's face answered Ric's question. "Just finished a couple, that's why I'm here. They're not feeling well, if you catch my drift. One knew and it's a surprise for the other. After watching some of these guys convert, I think I figured out when Taylor's bug got me. Mine was mild compared to some of them. Anyway... I'm in the mood to bottom today before I breed someone. Hopefully there are a few tops around. Have fun" Peter said. Ric watched Peter walk confidently out of the locker room into the hall and was surprised at the transformation. "A victim of yours?" Mateo asked. "Grandson, I guess. He was one of Taylor's. I never thought he'd become a breeder. He didn't take finding out very well, but I guess he's gotten over it" Ric said. They finished stuffing their clothes in the locker, grabbed their towels and wandered out into the bathhouse. As Ric walked down the hall he heard a familiar voice call out "Beg for it!" from one of the private rooms. The door was open and Ric peered inside, with Mateo looking around him. Scotty was feeding the guy's mouth and Dan was drilling the bottom. The bottom pulled off Scotty's hard cock just long enough to cry out "Breed me!" and then inhale Scotty's hard dick again. Dan looked up and winked at Ric and Mateo right before he thrust in and blew his load inside. Ric gave him a thumbs up and they continued on their way. They found the only really tall guy in the playroom sling with a small group waiting to drill his ass so Ric thought he'd check on him later. There were a few bottoms in private rooms offering up their holes, but Ric kept looking to see the entire menu. "What about that guy?" Mateo asked as they passed yet another room with a cute guy laying on the bed, fingering his hole. "Unless I have someone I'm looking for, I like to see what all the choices are, first" Ric explained. They passed the dark room and saw yellow tape over the doorway and the lights on inside. A cleaning cart was there and someone was scrubbing the place down wearing a hazmat suit. "Kinky" Mateo said, laughing. They finished the lap and Ric stopped. "Want to share the polar bear and his sub? There were a few others that I haven't done before so we could share one of them or split up" Ric said. "Think the bear is going to bottom? I really don't want to be a live sex show for him while we do his sub" Mateo said. "The guy at the front desk said they were both looking, but you're right, he might just be looking for someone to tag his sub. They were the only pair we saw, other than Dan and Scotty. We can ask..." Ric said. They went back to the polar bear's room and looked in. They were still in the same spots, the bear on the bed, slowly stroking his average sized cock and the sub kneeling on his towel on the floor, watching. The bear looked to be a few inches taller than Ric and Mateo, beefy with a covering of white hair over his entire front which matched the dense beard on his face. His head was shaved, but that was the only part they could see that was. The sub was thin and hairless except for a small trimmed bush and his long hair tied up in a bun. Mateo was standing next to Ric in the doorway when Ric asked "What you guys lookin for?" The sub didn't move but the bear looked over both Ric and Mateo and licked his lips. "Uh... you two probably are more interested in my boy but I'd like to feel at least one of those nice pieces in me too" he said. Mateo smiled and replied "That sounds like a much better idea. You ever get fucked next to your boy?" The bear nodded 'no' and said "Most guys around here aren't interested in an old guy's ass. Too many college boys to fuck if they need a bottom." "Then you're gonna be tight and hungry for some dick, huh?" Mateo asked. The bear nodded, looking a little embarrassed but as his dick hardened a bit more, Mateo knew it also aroused him. "Let's see how good those lips feel" Mateo said, walking into the room first. The bear moved to the edge of the bed, bending over to take Mateo's quickly hardening cock into his mouth. Ric followed and walked up to the sub, looking down at him. He hadn't said a word, yet Ric knew from his face that he was eager to try something bigger than his Dom's cock. Mateo enjoyed the talented tongue and lips as they played with his cock and piercing. He expected an older bear to be experienced and he was, expertly prepping his cock for the coming fuck. Ric found the sub much less experienced and struggling to take more than a couple inches into his mouth. He spent a lot of time working over the foreskin and head, but Ric wanted his whole shaft to get some attention. Ric got more aggressive and found that was the key. With his hands on the sub's head, he worked his cock in deeper until his cock was nudging into the sub's throat. Ric looked over and while Mateo was enjoying his oral servicing, he was having to work for it. He imagined the sub's other hole was going to be even more work to get into. The bear pulled off Mateo's cock and growled "Take the damn dick" at the sub, before he took a deep breath and slowly pushed his face back on to Mateo's shaft. The further his cock slid into the sub's throat, the more Ric was surprised at the bottom's need to please his Dom. He didn't even need to get his cock all the way into the guy's throat, he was saving that for his ass. Ric slowly plowed his cock in and out of the sub's throat a few more minutes before pulling his cock all the way out. He tilted the guy's head up and smiled at him. The sub looked worried at first, but once he saw Ric's smile he knew that Ric was satisfied. Satisfied for the moment. "Move forward to the bed but knees stay on the floor" Ric said calmly. The sub turned before moving closer and resting his arms on the edge of the bed before looking back. Ric nodded and knelt down behind him. Ric felt some lube in the hole and shook his head, knowing from the greasy feeling that he wasn't going to want to taste it. Fingers and some spit would be the only prep he'd do on the sub. He knew that Mateo and the bear were watching him and wondered how long they would wait to start fucking. They didn't move until Ric had a pair of fingers easily twisting inside the sub's chute. Mateo had a much easier job and was sliding his cock into the bear's hole about the time Ric was giving the final few twists with three fingers. The bear's moan was low and sultry as Mateo drove his dick in to the base. Ric pushed the sub closer to the bed, so his head was over the edge. One hand pushed his face into the soiled mattress and the other guided his cock to the quivering hole. Even with the long prep, it was a tight fit. The lube and spit helped, but the sub was still writhing and groaning with each push. Slowly he started to relax and Ric was able to plow faster. With the cries from the sub calming down, Ric let up on his head and moved both hands to his shoulders. The bear was getting drilled, his moans and grunts showing how much he liked the bare dick that was using his ass. It took a few more minutes until Ric was able to match his boyfriend's pace. The leaking precum helped, but Ric knew the sub would be sore for a few days once he was done. He briefly wondered if the sub and Dom were sexual or just liked the power dynamic. It didn't matter, the bear's cock would never prepare the sub for the pounding he was getting now. Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock in the sub, but with the tightness he needed to vary the pace to delay his orgasm. Mateo was the first to cum, thrusting in hard and planting his load in as deep as he could. The bear moaned loudly, saying "Oh fuck yeah... I needed that so bad." Ric began to drill the sub harder, hearing him whimper as his chute got battered with each stroke. He looked over to the door and saw a few guys watching them fuck. Dan was behind Scotty, both of them grinning, with a thirties cub jacking his cock in time with Ric's thrusts. "Swallow it" Ric told Scotty, who nodded and dropped to his knees in front of the cub and opened his mouth. The cub grabbed Scotty's head and fucked his face a few times before filling Scotty's mouth with cum. Ric smiled and gave one hard shove before showering the sub's guts with his viral jizz. Seconds after Ric pulled out, the sub spun around and began to lick his cock clean. With the first lap came a whimper, as the sub tasted the cum mixture. Ric knew he had probably damaged the soft tissue inside the sub's chute and cum wasn't the only thing the he tasted. The bear didn't seem to be interested in cleaning Mateo off, so he moved next to Ric and offered his partially hard cock to the sub. Ric looked over and Scotty was getting back up and shared the cub's load with a long kiss with Dan. The bear muttered "Oh fuck" when he saw Mateo's back for the first time. Ric smiled at him as he rubbed the sub's head. He was sure the next conversation they had would be interesting, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. The cub had wandered off, followed by Dan and Scotty, so Ric and Mateo walked out of the small room and back towards the playroom to see if the tall guy was still around. -- There were two guys still waiting their turn on the tall guy's ass and Ric thought it was perfect since it would let their balls refill before they had another chance to fuck. Ric looked around and saw Jason standing in the corner in the same leather gear he always wore. Bobby was kneeling next to him watching the show. Ric walked over and saw a smile start to form on Jason's normally serious face. "How's it going, Jason?" Ric asked softly before nodding at Bobby to acknowledge him. "Fuckin' good. That bug of yours is pretty damn sneaky. It got Bobby and your old roommate. How are you doing?" Jason said with an evil grin. "Oh? I thought you weren't going to let Bobby tag him" Ric replied. He watched Bobby look up at him and smile. "I wasn't. I might have liked watching that piece of shit get fucked and used, but I wasn't planning on getting him charged up. Bobby didn't get the flu like I did but his viral load was more than enough to knock Steve up" Jason told him. "Oh wow. I bet he's pissed. Did you get him tested?" Ric asked. Jason nodded before explaining "We did. He was a very sick boy for a week and after he got over converting, I took him to the clinic. Toxic as fuck. Since I don't trust him, I locked his little prick up so he doesn't go out infecting unsuspecting people." "Fuck, I'd love to see that. I don't think I'd fuck him, but it would be good to see him caged and unable to use his proudest possession. So, has Bobby bred the guy in the sling? I heard he wanted something potent" Ric said. "No, I don't want him to be the only viral guy to breed him. All the poz guys that have fucked Shorty so far have been on meds. You going to do the deed?" Jason asked. Ric's cock twitched and he chuckled at the six foot seven inch bottom's nickname. After a short pause he replied "My boyfriend and I were thinking about it." "You should. He's been trying for a while" Jason said, grinning back at him. Mateo had been listening to the conversation and when the last guy pulled out of Shorty, he approached. A firm tug impaled his stiff cock inside the sloppy hole and made Shorty cry out. He pushed him away and then speared the hole again, repeating the same motion over a dozen times. The bottom may have been lubed with several cum loads, but the abuse from Mateo's pierced cock was tearing him up just like the bear earlier. A few guys had been drawn in by the large scorpion tattoo on Mateo's back to watch them fuck. Fifteen minutes of plowing the battered hole accompanied by numerous "knock him up", "own his ass" and "poz the slut" had Mateo ready to shoot. The bottom had finally realized that he was about to get a charged load of cum and began begging for it. Spurts of bug filled cum joined what was left from the previous guys. Ric whispered to Jason and seconds later was taking the leash from his hand. He led Bobby over to the sling, moving his grip to the other end of the leash next to the leather collar and told him softly to breed the bottom. Ric's stiff shaft nestled between Bobby's butt crack and he felt it clench when Shorty bottomed out on Bobby's shaft. A few more swings and Bobby's dick was driving into the cum soaked hole with an even rhythm. Ric lined his cock up and the next time the bottom drove back down on Bobby's cock, Ric shoved his cock in. Bobby groaned, feeling the cock that had knocked him up once again stretching him open. A few more times and Bobby began fucking back on Ric's dick and into the bottom's hole. "You like knocking up Steve?" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear. A moaned "Mmhmm" came out of Bobby's mouth while the three continued to fuck. "I hope your master lets you do more" Ric said softly. "He is" Bobby said breathlessly as an ass slammed back on his cock and Ric's shaft planted itself deep inside him. Ric could feel that Bobby was getting close. With most guys, he'd pinch or twist their nipples, but for Bobby he slipped two fingers inside the collar, making it dig into his throat. Bobby whimpered and thrust in when the bottom swung back the next time. After two more full length drives, Bobby grabbed Shorty's legs and buried his cock in, holding it there. Ric felt the pulses as Bobby's ring milked his cock. "Yeah... That's it. Breed that neg hole" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear after he pumped few shots in. While his load didn't go into Shorty's ass, his bug did. Bobby got another charged load in his ass too as Ric unloaded several ropes of seed. They slowly pulled away and Ric led him back to Jason, handing the leash over. "That was fuckin hot" Jason said, grinning at Ric. There was a pause and he then said "You know, you own him as much as I do. He's yours to use any time you want." -- Mateo and Ric talked it over, not knowing all the info, yet. They weren't sure of the costs or how they would split the rent, but it seemed to solve their housing for the next year with Mateo graduating at the end of fall semester and starting work. Mateo wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms once he'd graduated and while Ric knew he'd miss the dorms it was time to move on. "Are you interested in staying in your apt with 2 roommates?" Ric sent to Taylor. He got back a simple confused reply of "???" from Taylor. "Talked w/Peter at bh. said he was moving out and u wanted to keep apt, but too much $$$" was followed by "bf & I need a place next yr. Thought we could take Peter's bedroom and split w/ u. Still avail? how much?" Ric sent back. "OMG that sounds gr8" Taylor sent back, followed by "Let me talk to rental co." ----------------------------- THE END Thanks for reading

Chapter 7.3 - Out-side, Pushing In The four guys sat at the table in the dorm cafeteria eating dinner when Scotty said "I never knew how many gay guys there were on the floor." Ric and Mateo chuckled before Ric said "I kind of told some of them to respect your relationship and desire to be in the closet. I knew you'd come out eventually. Have you been hooking up with any of them?" Scotty blushed and Dan laughed. "All but one that I know of and we're working on him. Did you know that Will does porn? It was really hot to swap loads with a porn star" Dan said. Ric smiled, not wanting to tell him that he'd been with two guys that have done porn. "It's kind of cool to see you guys getting more adventurous. Being out isn't all that scary, is it?" he said. "A couple people have made rude comments and we haven't told our parents yet but it's been a lot better than I thought" Dan said. "Do it on your own pace. Have you left your mark on anyone yet?" Mateo asked. Both Dan and Scotty got big grins on their faces. "Yeah, a few. We ran into the guys we did with Ric at the bathhouse a few days after that first time. They were eager for us to fuck them again, but like the first time, they got scared after we came in them. It was the same the next two times we saw them and then they didn't show up for a couple weeks. We really got turned on when we found out they were our first" Dan said. Scotty looked really excited and added "I hooked up with a guy upstairs a few times. He likes to flip which was new to me. He was surprised when he converted, he thought I was undetectable but he never asked." Dan nodded before saying "I did a guy that kept flirting with me at the gym. He always wore a wrestling singlet to workout in. It looked hot, but that thing came off really fast in the locker room. I thought he'd get turned off when I told him I was poz, but it didn't slow him at all. He loved doing it in the shower stalls and sometimes we'd have guys watch. I expect stuff like that at the bathhouse, not in the athletic center." -- Mateo had been tapping out a conversation on his phone for the past hour before he stopped and looked at Ric. "When is your next frat party with Devon?" he asked. "Uh... This Saturday. I hope it's not going to mess up your plans" Ric replied. Mateo snickered and replied "That's what I thought. I was actually trying to find something to do while you left me at home. My project is finally done and I have some free time." "I can cancel if you want to do something. It's the last one of the semester, though" Ric said after a short pause. "No, I know how much you like getting dressed up and eating expensive food. Besides, I got a couple guys that asked about hiring me for the night. One was for a fraternity party at a ritzy hotel. Would it be too weird if I was there with another guy?" Mateo asked. Ric laughed before telling Mateo "I don't have a problem with it. I think the only person that would be there that knows we're partners is Devon and he knows we're open. I won't tell him you're doing it for money. We can ignore each other or be friendly, it depends on what your client is comfortable with." Mateo sighed with relief. "OK. It sounds like he only wants someone for the social part. I won't be fucking his brains out like you will with Devon. I think I'll do the job. It could be fun to see you socialize with the rich folks" he said. -- "Holy shit... Is that your boyfriend?" Devon asked as they stood to the side looking over the crowd. "Yeah, some guy asked if he'd be his date for the night and he said yes since I was going to be out with you" Ric replied. "Damn, I've never seen Marcus with a guy. Usually it's some hot sorority girl that he's got his hands all over" Devon said. "It's probably best if you don't tell... Marcus you know Mateo" Ric said, getting a nod back. "Oh, how are Sami and Mick doing? I haven't seen them tonight" Ric asked. "Both are doing OK. Sami went on meds right away. His conversion was really hard and he was scared he'd have AIDS before he graduated. He's the house cumdump though and will take anyone's dick. Mick escaped our bugs. I have no idea how and Sami is pissed at him for it" Devon replied. "Did he get tested? Not everyone gets sick during conversion. I know some guys that were toxic as fuck for a couple months until they found out" Ric said. Devon chuckled and replied "I don't think so. That would be pretty wild. I know he's fucked quite a few guys." They continued to talk until Marcus came over. "Hi Devon. I bet you're a little surprised" Marcus said as he walked up to them. He was tall, about Devon's height but more muscled with perfectly cut blond hair. Marcus looked at home in his tux and his manicured nails showed that he probably had never gotten them dirty in his life. There wasn't a mark on his body, nor any jewelry that Ric could see. "A little... Is this your date for tonight?" Devon asked, seeing Mateo smile back at him. Devon didn't make any hints that he'd met Mateo several times and usually naked. Ric wondered where the nice suit that his boyfriend was wearing came from, since he'd never seen it before. "Yes it is. Matt, this is Devon. He's a friend in one of the other houses. Devon is the one that gave me the confidence to finally come out" Marcus said with no hesitation. Introductions were made and Ric shook his boyfriend's hand, giving him a wink. Ric finally knew what name Mateo used when he hired out and found it funny since Mateo was always quick to correct anyone that called him that normally. They talked a while, sipping on champagne and noticing a lot of people look their way. "I never thought that you were queer, Marcus. Why come out now instead of waiting until you graduate in a month?" Devon asked. "It was just getting too hard to fake being straight. Every time I'd see you at one of these events with a stud next to you, I'd get envious. You were out and no one seemed to make an issue of it. The hardest part was finding a date that was as hot as yours" Marcus said, grinning. "Well, congratulations. Expect some comments, but most will be good. I hope you got a room tonight so you can celebrate all night long" Devon replied, winking at Marcus. "Uh... Thanks... but we're just friends. I did get a room but that's because I know that most of my house is going to continue the party back there until breakfast and I need to get some sleep" Marcus replied. The four moved toward the dance floor once their glasses were empty. Ric saw several people come up to Marcus and make comments to him and Mateo. His boyfriend was smoothly dancing with both Marcus and the other guests. Some came over and danced with Ric and Devon too, with Ric grinding on more than a few asses and getting groped repeatedly by supposedly straight guys and a few women. While Ric checked on his boyfriend a few times during the night, he left him alone to do his job. Marcus' comment about using the hotel room just to sleep disappointed him, but he figured Mateo would try to convince him for at least a little action. As the last few songs got played, Ric swapped spots with Mateo but his dancing got much more erotic. Mateo did the same with Devon and Ric could see them talking. As the music ended and the lights came up Ric made his way back to Devon. He watched his boyfriend and client say goodbye to a few people and then head towards the door. Mateo followed Marcus down the hall to the elevator and up to the ninth floor. He'd told Marcus up front that a social event was one fee and any additional activities would be extra. He'd come prepared and had a few packets of lube and some condoms in his pocket. As expected, the alcohol and dancing had made sure that Marcus' hormones were racing through his body. They got to the room where Mateo would find out just how far Marcus wanted to go or if he was heading home. They walked inside and Marcus turned and planted his lips on Mateo's. "I hope you don't have to go home right away" Marcus started out. A smile came over Mateo's face. "Well, you know the deal. It's totally up to you" he said. "Did you bring condoms?" Marcus asked. "I did, but you really should bring your own in the future. How much experience do you have with guys?" Mateo asked. "About six over the past couple years. It's kind of hard to find guys that I trust to keep it quiet" Marcus said. "Well, you won't have to worry about that any more" Mateo replied. He could tell that the conversation was killing the vibe so he just went for it. Mateo pushed the tux coat off Marcus' shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Ready to have some fun?" Mateo asked with a grin and watched Marcus nod 'yes'. The shirt got unbuttoned while Marcus unbuckled his belt let his pants drop. With Marcus standing there in his underwear, it was now Mateo's turn to strip. "Damn, you're even sexier naked. Those pictures don't really do you justice" Marcus said as Mateo pressed on top of each of his shoulders. Marcus was on his knees, still wearing a pair of CK briefs and a pair of black dress socks. He stared at Mateo's cock a moment and then looked up. "Do you take this out?" he asked, fixated on the metal piercing. "Not unless I have to. Try it, just watch your teeth" Mateo replied. Marcus held the stiffening shaft with one hand and his tongue started to lick over the piercing and head. While Mateo assumed this was his first pierced cock, Marcus did a good job playing with it with his tongue and avoiding any chipped teeth. He wasn't as successful on the first few tries of getting it into his throat, but he kept trying and finally got it in. Mateo looked back and saw he had a good ten feet to get over to the bed. He let Marcus suck and slobber on his dick for several more minutes before pushing his head off his fully hard cock. He tilted Marcus' head back and nodded with his head toward the bed. Marcus gave a quick nod and stood, quickly walking over to the bed and looking back. When he got to the edge, Mateo said "That's good. Just bend over..." He pulled the packets out of his pocket, followed Marcus and set them down on the bed. Mateo knelt behind him and pulled the briefs down. Marcus' body trembled and Mateo knew how nervous he was. A hand gently caressing each mound calmed Marcus a bit but the tongue that lapped from his balls up to his tight ring got him relaxed and moaning. Mateo was glad that all he tasted was Marcus' scent and while he might not have a ton of experience bottoming, he knew to prepare for it. The next few minutes got a pair of fingers fully planted and twisting around alternating with his tongue. The hole slowly relaxed along with the rest of Marcus' body. Unlike his boyfriend, Mateo didn't dread putting on a condom. He'd rather have covered sex than no sex and with clients he usually played safe unless they told them they wanted it bare. While his tongue dug into the slick hole, he reached over and picked up a condom. Mateo's tongue and fingers were only off his pucker for a moment to roll the sheath on his cock, but Marcus whined softly at the lack of attention. Once it was slicked up, Mateo dripped some more lube on the throbbing ring and lined up. Marcus moaned the second that he felt the covered tip hit his hole. His cock nudged in a few times before Marcus relaxed. With the piercing and head inside, Mateo's hips rolled, plunging his cock deeper into Marcus' chute. "Oh my god that feels good... I've been waiting all night for this" Marcus moaned out. "Yeah? Feels good for me too" Mateo said, driving his next few thrusts deeper. He chuckled to himself hearing that Marcus was planning on sex all along. "Oh fuck! There's more?" Marcus asked, causing Mateo to laugh. "Just a bit. You want it all?" he asked. "Not sure I can..." Marcus replied. "Let's find out" Mateo said, moving his hands to Marcus' shoulders, gripping firmly and planting his hips on the lightly haired butt. Marcus gasped and trembled a bit, but Mateo pulled back and drove in as deep as he could with his hips bouncing off the mounds this time. Thus began the next several minutes drilling the surprisingly willing hole. Marcus' moans slowly turned into groans about the same time Mateo wanted to change positions. He gave a few final thrusts and pulled off. The soft whine returned, making Mateo grin. Obviously Marcus wasn't ready to stop. "Climb on the bed and lay on your back" Mateo told him calmly. Marcus followed directions, but pulled his legs back and exposed both his eager hole and a very stiff cock almost resting on his stomach. Mateo dripped more lube on the hole and then rubbed the last of the packet over his covered cock. Climbing on the bed, he lined his cock up and slid back inside. Marcus grinned back at him as the speed built back up. A pair of legs rested on Mateo's shoulders while he'd been plowing with long strokes. Mateo began to shove harder, watching Marcus tug on his own cock with one hand and trying to time their orgasms together. He had been thrusting in several minutes when he yelled out "FUCK!" and pulled back out. Shreds of latex hung off his cock which he quickly discarded. The familiar whine came from Marcus before he asked "What?" "The condom broke. Just a second" Mateo replied. "Shove it back in! I need you back inside me" Marcus cried out. Mateo froze, staring back at him and not reaching over for the other condom packet. "You know the risk" he replied calmly. "I don't care! I need to feel your cock inside me. I'm so close it hurts!" Marcus yelled back. He had seen it happen several times before, a bottom's desire for safe sex went out the window once they felt a cock pounding them. Marcus was no different and the minute it would take Mateo to put the new condom on and get it lubed would be too long. The pleading look on Marcus' face confirmed it and was immediately replaced by a euphoric expression the instant that he felt Mateo's bare shaft planted inside him again. Seconds later, he was back drilling Marcus' chute, this time with much more feeling of his bare cock on Marcus' guts. "Oh my god!" Marcus cried out as he stroked his cock even harder. Whether he knew he was working his ass muscles around Mateo's cock or not, it got both of them closer every second that passed. Mateo started to grunt as he fought off his orgasm while Marcus just moaned louder. The first rope of Marcus' cum flew over his head, the second and third landed on his face while the rest covered his chest and stomach. The third of Marcus' shots was the one that brought Mateo along for the ride. He may have been planning on pulling out and showering Marcus' front side with his charged load, but he was just too used to cumming inside a guy. After the last pulse, Mateo stood there a minute as both of them recovered. He pulled his still rigid cock free and lowered Marcus back to the bed before laying next to him. "Damn, that was the best sex I've ever had. It felt so good after the condom broke. I've never felt a guy fuck me without one before and when I felt your cock throb inside of me when you came it was amazing" Marcus said after laying there breathing heavily for a few minutes. Mateo laid there a few more moments before he replied "Yeah, that was good." He wondered how long he should stay but when he remembered that Ric was with Devon, there wasn't a reason to hurry home. Marcus nuzzled his head on Mateo's shoulder and softly rubbed his hand over Mateo's chest. A minute later he was sleeping which made Mateo chuckle. He closed his eyes and was asleep, too, a few minutes later. He woke almost two hours later. The lights in the room were still on and a pair of eyes were staring at him. The hand on his cock wasn't his and it slowly started to stroke, taking it from stiff to hard as a rock. Marcus asked "Can we do it again?" His tone had lost most of the confidence from earlier and Mateo thought he might even be embarrassed asking. Mateo smiled and winked at him. "If you want. I only have one more condom, though" he said, rubbing his hand over Marcus's back. "No rubber this time. I want to see what it's like bare the whole time" Marcus said, a little more sure of himself once Mateo hadn't told him 'no'. "It's your choice. Is there anything you haven't done before you'd like to try?" Mateo asked. Marcus shook his head 'no' before saying "Do what you like to do." A grin covered Mateo's face as he rolled over and moved between Marcus' legs. "Just let me know if I get too rough" he said, lifting both legs up. Marcus grabbed his legs, pulling them back like before, exposing his now bruised hole. Mateo licked a pair of fingers and rubbed around the ring before pushing in. It felt a little slick but he knew that some of his load from their first fuck had soaked in. Two gobs of spit rubbed over his shaft was all the lube he was going to give Marcus to start. He teased the hole with the piercing and tip of his cock for several seconds before Marcus said "The ring... you're leaving it in?" "Yeah, you took it before. Now you get to feel it as it goes in. I wish it was bigger like a friend of mine's, but it still feels good" Mateo said right before he pushed harder and felt the ring and mushroom head drag past the tight entrance. He stopped just barely inside and looked at Marcus' face. His eyes were wide and mouth open, yet he didn't say anything. Mateo grinned and pulled back out, keeping his eyes glued on Marcus' to see his response. Another push took him back inside and once again, he watched Marcus closely. This time he got a gasp. He repeated this a few more times, getting Marcus used to feeling his cock enter him. After six times, Mateo plowed deeper making the gasp last longer. Mateo held back the moan that was trying to escape his mouth. The tight chute gripped his shaft and it was only helped by a little leftover cum and some slowly leaking precum from his dick. From there, he slowly increased the pace. While the strokes were firm, he wasn't pounding Marcus' hole. Not yet, anyway. Mateo gave a firm shove, moving closer to Marcus and then leaning forward. Marcus rested his legs on Mateo's shoulders and braced his hands on the bed. The sinister grin on Mateo's face told him the slow fuck was about to get more intense. A dozen strokes had Mateo's hips slapping into Marcus' ass, pulling back three quarters length and driving back in. Marcus's face may have looked a little worried, but he hadn't said anything. The drilling varied from firm to hard and back. When he started to hear pained groans from Marcus, Mateo pulled out drooling a few ropes of spit down over the battered hole and shoved back in. The added slickness let him easily plow all the way in and thrust harder. It let him drag the fuck out a few more minutes but he felt the cum start to rise. "Almost there... You want me to pull out?" Mateo asked breathlessly. Marcus shook his head 'no' and then told him "It felt so good before. I want more." "I'm gonna own your ass then" Mateo growled out as he jabbed his cock in, first to the left and then to the right. A few last thrusts and he buried his cock in deep, feeling his cock throb as ropes of cum flooded Marcus' gut. "Oh shit!" Marcus yelled out after the second pulse and he began to shoot his own load over his chest. Like with Marcus, Mateo's second load was smaller than the first but still enough to coat the battered chute. He rocked his hips after the last spurt, looking at Marcus' face to see if he'd been to rough. "No one's ever made me cum without me stroking before. That was wild!" he said, with a large grin on his face. "You ever try licking a cock after it's fucked you?" Mateo asked and the shocked look on Marcus' face gave him the answer without a word being uttered. Mateo pulled out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside as he could. After rolling over on to his back, Marcus crawled between his legs and gave a few tentative laps of his tongue. "If you cleaned out good enough, you won't have to worry. The tongue licked a few more times before Marcus took it in his mouth. Moans came out of both of them while he sucked and slurped. With the last of the cum in his stomach, Marcus crawled back next to Mateo, laying on his side as his hand caressed Mateo's chest. The light got flicked off and both were soon sound asleep. The morning fuck in the shower had Marcus bent over, getting one last short plowing and six ropes of cum painted over his well fucked tunnel. They cleaned up and Mateo left the room with two envelopes in his pocket and a smile on his face.

Fucking HOT, Alexxx! This story is right up my alley. I can just imagine myself as Johnny (though not as mean or bitchy). I'd love to try my first booty bump like this. I LOVE the addition of photos in your story...they increase the heat. I'm so hard and horny for more. Can't wait to hear how good your fuck feels and the moment that you unleash your torrent of sperm into Johnny. I hope it's a hot and verbal fuck, and breeding. I know I'd be telling you how good your cock feels...and how badly I would want your seed planted deeply in me.

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.

Poz dick and cum to those who wants it. Go back on meds next week. Will be at Hank's today (afternoon) and maybe Sat or Sun depending on response. Can't be afraid to play in front of others. Poppers are ok but no cigarettes pls. Bare naked cum trading fun.

It sure would be. Unfortunately it's in the 'fiction' section... For now at least.

So, I'm planning on cumdumping this weekend. I've already booked the parking lot-accessible motel and have got from 12pm check-in until 11am check-out, a solid 23 hours of play time that I hope to use as efficiently as possible. In the interest in making things more streamlined, I'm toying with the idea of using calendly (a free online scheduling tool) and send interested tops the link so that they can set their own 30 min time slot. There are a couple reasons for trying this. 1) When you're getting fucked, you can't, or rather you shouldn't be on your phone scheduling tops and stuff, which can result in late replies, missed opportunities, etc. 2) Having an automated workflow would mean less work for me 3) it gives the tops more flexibility in rescheduling if something comes up or want to come again 4) makes it less likely for tops to accidentally stumble upon one another 5) having a log of this (eg emails of tops and their cock pics) would be a nice keepsake as well as an easy reference if I'm back in this area instead of going through old emails. Any thoughts on this? is it a bad idea? do you think guys would be turned off by this? anything you think I'm missing?

Or ”not that you asked, but I’m poz”

I agree that most tops are not really looking to schedule a first time fuck that far in advance so I like hntnhole’s idea to get a top to whore you out - and he can always use you during those times when a top doesn’t show another option would be to partner with another bottom - whoring each other out or just find tops who like groups or gangbangs so then you don’t need to worry about it one top still using you when the next top shows up (even if you have your formal schedule and I know you are taking lots of loads …. Watching you take one as I get there would turn me on also tops don’t always take the same amount of time to fuck - if a top is really turned on he may cum in 5 min - and some, if they are enjoying using you, may want to go for 30 or 45 min

@lancguy14 Oh dear, this was such a silly (and funny) mistake on my end. I did a quick word search and found five instances of the name “Fernando” in the story, which I have edited to the correct name. Thanks for pointing that out. I hope it didn’t confused the readers, and if it did, please forgive me🙏. This is an original story that I have written. For those wondering about the name confusion, I posted a chapter from this story a few weeks ago called “Working Title: The Second Chapter,” where the main character was named Fernando instead of Matthew. I decided to include real places in the story (e.g., Wet on Wellington, Sircuit, Coles, Woolworth—actually, it should have been called ‘Safeway’) in the time period of 1990-2000’s, so I decided to go for a name change to reflect this. I thought the search-replace function I used replaced all instances of Fernando into Matthew, but it appeared that it missed a few times. In fact, back in 2017, I written a story called “A Series of Unfortunate Breedings” including the character Fernando and his sexual adventures, under a different username and pen name, so I decided to go back and finish this story (the majority of the original story has since been removed on Breeding Zone for violating the rules). The story you have read is the remastered version of this original story ☺️ @drscorpio Thank you for letting the story ride. I will keep the rules in mind for future stories ☺️

My buddy from Palm Springs told me "I'm going to knock you up." right before he bred my ass. I random guy in San Diego told me "Your ass was made from taking cock."

hopefully I publish 14th chapter of my "we have to talk" story today

I thought of a pick up line a friend told me he used to bag two guys at once. Someone asked him a question, I forget that part, he answered by pointing to another man and saying, “I want you to fuck me using his cum for lube”. Nailed it and they nailed him. I was so turned on when he told me about it I fucked him as well.

I may not be the proper judge of whether or not you're crazy for that Kayne. But I agree, the better writing and dialogue the more interesting. And it frustrates me when they pull out for the "money shot" too. The cameraman could just zoom in on the tops taint pulsing which would excite me more. I never like condoms so avoid porn with condoms.

Bottom in Tampa and always looking to suck and get fucked. Let's have some fun boys!!

Chapter 7.2 - A Brief Escape Ric and Mateo sat on the bleachers, watching the match. "Damn, my feet can't move like that. I don't know how he does that and not fall on his face" Mateo said. Ric laughed as he continued to scope out the players. A few minutes later, Gustavo came up and sat next to them, still sweaty from his own match. "How's it going? Here to watch your boyfriend?" Ric asked. "Yes. I wish I could see the whole game. Has he scored?" Gustavo asked. "Not in the game, yet. But I'm sure he will after" Mateo said. It took a moment before Gustavo understood the comment and then laughed. "I hope so" he replied. "I guess the team took the news OK? He's still playing at least" Ric said. "Yes, it worked out well. He just needs to start his medication soon. It gave a couple of the other players a chance to come out, too. I think he is playing better since he is more relaxed not having to hide his secret" Gustavo said. "How about you? Are you going to start medication too?" Ric asked. "I haven't decided. I think he wants me to wait" Gustavo replied. They continued to watch the match and Gustavo cheered when João kicked a perfect corner shot for their team to take the lead. Gustavo was cheering louder than anyone at the field. When things settled down, Ric felt his work phone vibrate. He took a look and it was a message from Rawson. "U n bf have passport? Need some help" it said. He nudged Mateo and showed him the message. Mateo nodded 'yes' and went back to watching the game. "Both. what kind of help?" he sent back, wondering what Rawson was planning now. "Can u do 3day wkend next wk? need off screen helpers" Rawson asked. "where?" Ric asked and got "P Vallarta. flt/hotel/food covered" as a reply. Ric showed the rest of the messages to Mateo and got a grin and a nod back. The six AM flight with three bags of equipment to take was a pain, but they got to the all inclusive resort by noon. "You got the afternoon off, meet for dinner at seven in the lobby. Tomorrow is a work day starting at ten AM, so don't party too hard tonight" Rawson said. Ric chuckled at how serious Rawson got when it came to work. Ric and Mateo went up to their room and waited for their lone bag to show up by the porter. "Want to go into town and shop around?" Mateo asked as he pulled his shorts and shirt off. "Yeah, we should see the sights anyway instead of fucking all afternoon" Ric replied. "Mmmhmm, we can do that all night" Mateo said before chuckling. They spent the next fifteen minutes groping each other's almost naked bodies until there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it, wearing only a jockstrap. The porter grinned as he brought the bag into the room and placed it on the stand. Ric handed him a tip and told him "Gracias." "Have fun" the guy replied and Ric laughed to himself at the porter speaking almost perfect English. "Do we really look like all the other Americans?" Mateo asked rhetorically. The shower was quick and they changed into some clean clothes. The walk was several blocks to get from the hotel to the shopping area. They wandered around, getting a few small souvenirs at a couple different shops. They hadn't uttered a word in English since they left their room, trying to not be the usual American tourist. Ric nudged Mateo as they walked down a street and said "I think we're being followed. Think they're going to rob us?" "I noticed that too. Turn right at the next corner and stop against the building to see" Mateo said. They got ten paces from the corner when they heard one of the guys behind him say in accented English "Nice American asses. Tight and hungry I'm sure." Both Ric and Mateo snickered as they stopped and turned around. They looked over the two local guys that were dressed in long basketball shorts and jerseys, one for the Lakers and one for the Heat, and baseball caps turned backwards. They were both a few inches shorter than Ric, one clean shaven and the other with a ragged beard. The bearded guy had a lot of ink and the other just a few tats on his arms. "We got some horny locals. Think they can handle a pair of studs from across the border?" Ric asked in Spanish, grinning. "No... too thin. You would easily split them in two" Mateo replied. He smiled and saw the confused looks on the locals. He knew they weren't expecting the tables to get turned on them. "No, no. We are the ones that want to fuck you" the bearded guy said. Ric shook his head and told him "We prefer to be the ones on top. At least you didn't want to steal our money." Mateo saw they still looked confused, but the shaven guy said "We are good... you can pay us if you want." Ric laughed again and replied "I don't think so. Guys pay us for sex, we don't pay." As Mateo looked over the guys he decided to take a chance. "Show us what you got. Biggest gets to fuck the smaller guy. I get you and he gets him" pointing first at the shaved guy, then at the bearded guy and finally at Ric. Ric snickered and liked Mateo's idea. "Got a place?" Ric asked, not wanting to go back to the hotel with two strangers. The locals looked surprised, but the bearded one said "There's an alley close by." They followed along, now being the one to watch the other guy's asses. The shorts were loose and the shirts hung down too far to let them get a look, but Mateo noticed that they looked a little nervous. The locals turned into an alley and then went behind a building. Ric looked around and the only window he could see was boarded up. "Two minutes to get hard, then show it" Mateo said, starting the timer on his phone. Ric was already partially hard, but he unzipped his shorts and pulled the shaft out of the jock's pouch. The other guy was stroking, but facing away and Mateo blocked the other guys' view of Ric. "Time" Mateo said and moved out of the way. The bearded guy turned around and held his cock proudly until he saw Ric's shaft. "Dios mio!" he said, knowing he was out-gunned by a few centimeters. Ric took the phone and said "Next two... Go" as he restarted the timer. Mateo faced him and got his dick hard. Mateo won, but only by a centimeter in length and a couple in circumference. "Let's see that hungry ass" Ric said. The guy looked back at him in shock, not expecting to have to go through with the bet. Ric didn't really care if he put out or not, he enjoyed surprising them and getting to fuck a local would just be a bonus. Slowly the bearded guy moved to the wall and pushed his shorts and briefs down before tugging his shirt off. Ric stroked his cock with some spit and then knelt down and spread the furry butt apart. He spit a few times on the hole and worked it in with a pair of fingers. He didn't want to get caught, so it was going to be a quick fuck. Ric stood up, briefly looking at the large gothic cross tattoo on the bearded guy's back and pushed his cock to the trembling hole. A hand covered the guy's mouth and Ric pushed in. While it took a few tries, his cock went in easier than he expected and the cries were quieter too. Once Ric's cock was inside a few inches, Mateo looked at the other guy and said "Your turn." Ric watched his boyfriend penetrate the other guy and realized that both of the locals were no strangers to taking dick. They may have acted like tops, but they were probably just as versatile as Ric and Mateo were. They fucked the guys quickly, not wanting to get caught having sex in public in another country. Ten minutes after he pushed in, Ric was the first to cum. The moan from his bottom affirmed his thought that they just wanted sex and he didn't mind getting bred by a stranger. Mateo lasted a couple minutes longer, leaving Ric to churn his load inside the bearded guy. They pulled out together and when the bottoms didn't turn around to clean their cocks, they just pulled up their underwear and shorts before heading back to the main street. It took a couple blocks before Ric said "That worked out damn good, but I'm going to need some time to refill." Once they got back to the hotel, they showered quickly before going down to the pool. It was a relaxing time with Ric and Mateo drinking and laughing about not getting mugged. The group shared a table for dinner and they met one of the actors who lived locally. Ric noticed that Rawson was on the phone for most of the dinner and didn't look too happy. Most of the group finished dinner and were enjoying their drinks when Rawson finally got off the phone. "Eddie got stopped at immigration. He's persona non grata in Mexico. We're going to be short one scene. Uh... Ric?" Rawson said, giving Ric a pair of sad puppy eyes. Everyone laughed as they all looked at Ric for his response. "I have spare contracts..." Ari said. Mateo nudged Ric and wordlessly asked if he was up for filling in. Ric's mind had a different idea and he whispered to Mateo "What about our hookup earlier? Think they might be interested?" A huge smile came over Mateo's face. "Maybe, but I might have a better idea" Ric said before telling everyone about the two guys they fucked earlier. "We can go look to see if they're lurking around tomorrow and interested. Do you have those contracts in Spanish?" Ric asked. Ari nodded and Ric suggested "Let's get the other two scenes done early tomorrow. Maybe start at nine and then we can go and search for the locals. I think they're both vers, so the scene could go either way." Rawson smiled, replying "I love taking local dick whenever I travel so hopefully they like my ass." The two scenes in the morning went smoothly and Ric liked the spacious suite that Rawson had. He and Mateo helped set up lights and reflectors besides trying to stay out of the way. Before the second scene started, the cameraman brought in the porter from the day before. It was obvious that the cameraman had spent some time with the guy, probably naked. He stood in front of Mateo, watching the porn scene take place. Ric got a few shots with the spare camera on the second scene and he decided he wasn't very good at it. At one point, Ric looked back and Mateo's hand was in the back of the porter's uniform pants with the porter's head leaned back on Mateo's shoulder while he got fingered. Before long, the second scene was complete. Ric looked around and didn't see Mateo until he looked out on the balcony and found Mateo balls deep in the porter. He thought about joining him, but decided to save his load in case the scene with the locals didn't work out. "How was he?" Ric asked as they walked back to their room. "Already loaded and really good. He said the camera dude fucked him all last night and the manager gave him one this morning when he started his shift" Mateo replied. They showered and dressed, walking out of the hotel on their mission to find the horny locals from the day before. They covered most of the shopping area that they had been in the day before and hadn't found them. Next they wandered over to a nearby park and they saw the pair sitting on a bench. "Hola" Ric said as they got close. He chuckled when he saw their shocked expressions, knowing they were probably still a little sore from the previous day's activities and even more surprised that Ric and Mateo remembered them. They explained the situation and wondered if the locals would be interested in fucking a porn star on video. Ric pulled his phone out and showed them a few of Rawson's pictures and a short video clip. He watched the guys look at each other and then smile. "OK, I need to send your pictures to him to make sure you match our descriptions. OK?" Ric said. Ric texted the pics over and a minute later got a reply "Oh fuck yeah. Sending Ari with the contracts. Where?" They were surprised when the locals read over the contracts rather than just signing them. The locals did seem concerned about the "unprotected sex" clause that told them that their partner(s) were untested, but in the end they signed and agreed with Ari about their expected payment. They looked at Ric for confirmation that the deal was good. "You can trust him" Ric told the locals. "Where do you want to film this?" the bearded guy asked. "How about where we did it yesterday?" Mateo asked. "Will it be safe? We won't get interrupted or reported there? Is it a public place?" Ari fired off. "It's a private alley. Behind my uncle's shop. We use it many times. There will be no problems" the clean shaven guy said. With a time set for a few hours later, Ric, Mateo and Ari got a ride back to the hotel. They filled Rawson in and suggested the scene to unfold like Ric and Mateo's shopping trip the day before, except Rawson was going to get the local's dicks. Ric, Mateo, and the cameraman took one taxi with the equipment, followed by Rawson and Ari in a second cab. They got to the alley and met the locals, Luis and Pablo, who were looking nervous. A gate was closed across the alley entrance that Ric didn't remember seeing the day before. The cameraman scoped out the area behind the building and smiled. "We need to hurry or the light will go to shit" he said. He finished getting set up and they started by getting a few shots of Rawson walking down the street with Luis and Pablo following him. Ric had the second camera and got a few shots of the locals plotting their moves and rubbing their crotches. Once they had the intro shots, it was time to film the real action. Ric handed both Luis and Pablo a dick pill. "Trust me, they may stop and start a few times and this will take care of you losing the mojo" he told them. He gave them a few tips on what to do and what to avoid and the locals looked happy that he was helping them out. When they restarted filming, the locals caught up to Rawson on the street, just before the alley and said "That's some nice gringo ass. Want to show it to us?" Rawson first looked surprised but a smile came over his face before they pushed past the gate, closing it behind them. Once behind the building hands groped over the three bodies and Rawson found himself kneeling with two uncut dicks in front of him. The blowjob was long and the cameraman got it from a couple different angles as Rawson moved between both hard dicks. Halfway through, Luis and Pablo pulled their shirts off and stood there only with sneakers and ball caps on. Ric wasn't sure that the pills were really needed, but they gave everyone confidence that the two cocks would stay hard. He could sense the locals were now both excited. "Are you always this quiet when you hookup with guys like this?" Ric asked during a quick break while some loud trucks drove down the street. He saw the two guys nod 'no' before a grin came over their faces. "Do what you normally do. Some Spanish and English would be good. Not too much, though" he said. Rawson looked up at him and smiled. They finished up the oral part and then had Rawson on his feet and turned around. He was no stranger to back alley sex and Rawson braced against the wall and spread his legs. Pablo, the bearded one, added some spit to Rawson's hole and worked it in quickly. Another gob of spit and he was pushing his hard, bare cock in. They had to reshoot the penetration since Pablo blocked the cameraman's view, but with a quick explanation from both Ric and Rawson the second take looked much better. Pablo covered Rawson's mouth before he shoved in harder and began to drill, just like Ric had done to him the day before. Ric grabbed a few more shots, one of Luis watching and stroking while his buddy fucked a porn star. Pablo started to pound faster and then suddenly pulled out. Luis was driving into Rawson's ass a second later. Ric now focused the camera on Pablo gently stroking while it was his turn to watch. They swapped again, this time both Luis and Pablo were more vocal, mostly in Spanish, calling Rawson a good slut along with several more demeaning comments. Once again, when Pablo started to get too close, he traded places with Luis. After they swapped again, Ric could tell they weren't going to last much longer. Pablo was the first to unload inside Rawson's hole, with Ric laying on his back aiming the camera up from below. Pablo tripped over Ric as he tried to make way for Luis and they did a quick re-shoot again. Ric also had to clean the camera lens from a drop of cum before they were able to continue with Luis' final fuck. The camera caught Luis' cock slipping inside the cum soaked hole and then he began to pound Rawson. He lasted only a few minutes before the orgasm took over. Once again, Ric had cum dripping down on to the camera as Luis pulled out. The cameraman took over and caught the battered hole leaking the local's seed. Mateo tossed the locals a pair of towels and then gave one to Rawson. "I hope it looked as good as it felt. You guys were great!" Rawson told Luis and Pablo. The cameraman nodded and Ric told them that they did a great job. Ric's phone buzzed and it was Ari. He read the message and walked out to the taxi that Ari had been waiting in. Ari asked how things went. "I think it went great. They looked nervous before the shoot, but it disappeared as soon as we started filming" Ric said. "Can I see the camera?" Ari asked and Ric handed it over. He watched some of Ric's footage and a smile came over his face. "Very nice. Here are the payments for them. Please tell them 'thank you' for me" Ari told Ric, passing him two envelopes and then the camera. Ric walked back to the alley and saw the group talking. "Are you happy with what you got?" Ric asked the cameraman. "Oh hell yeah. These guys were an awesome find" he told Ric. Ric walked over to Luis and Pablo who were talking to Mateo and Rawson in Spanish. Ric looked at Rawson and grinned, surprised at how well he could take part in the conversation. "Do you always try and fuck the tourists?" Mateo asked the locals. "Yes. It's easy. They all are looking for some local meat and leche. There must be a lot of... bottoms up north" Pablo said. Ric, Mateo and Rawson all nodded. "Ari says thanks for your good work. Here is your pay. I hope you had fun" Ric told the locals. He watched them open the envelopes and thumb through the bills. Both guys looked surprised and Ric remembered doing the same thing after he got paid for his first shoot. Ric got a big hug from both of them and they thanked him for giving them the chance to do the scene. The other four packed up the gear and said their goodbyes to Luis and Pablo before taking the taxis back to the hotel. "Meet downstairs at six in the bar" Rawson said to the group as they walked into the lobby. Ric and Mateo went to their room and were almost naked before the door was closed. The next hour was filled with grunts, groans and bodies slamming together. "Too bad Marco wasn't here to watch us rut like animals" Ric said as he laid there, his balls empty and his ass full of cum. Mateo laughed and looked at him, shaking his head. They showered and went down to the bar. They were sipping on their beers when Ari, Rawson and the cameraman joined them. Ric figured that they had worked while he and Mateo had played. "That might be the best scene of the three we did. I can't believe how good those guys looked. Thanks for finding them" Rawson said. "I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but they really surprised me. I wish some of the pros were that easy to work with" the cameraman said. "You got some great shots too, Ric. This is going to be so fuckin easy to edit together" Rawson said. They continued talking and drinking until they headed to the restaurant for dinner. Ric and Mateo ended up in the hotel club after dinner, dancing most of the night. While they got a few looks, most didn't seem to mind a couple gay guys dancing together. The group had a late breakfast before taking the shuttle to the airport. After take-off, Ric settled in, trying to take a nap when Rawson came up. "You really took control during that shoot. Your camera work is pretty good too. Have you ever thought about becoming a director? And not just for adult stuff, mainstream too. I think you'd be really good" he told Ric. "It might make a fun part time thing, but I don't really want to do it as a career" Ric replied. Rawson gave him a wink and headed back to his seat.

Its a great feeling ...awesome knowing and feeling my big gaping gash of a mancunt, which stay loose and opens even more, at the slightest touch

The last one I found [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jrqP0dtIk17z From Load #7 you can hear the cum from the others making deep noise in his cunt ass

Neg boy staying at the Travelodge Costa Mesa tonight. Moving to a Huntington Beach hotel tomorrow. Took two poz loads tonight, plus eight others. If you are around this weekend and want/need to dump a load, please let me know. Would be great to add yours.

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

The following morning we left George’s place in much the same way as I had previously, for me, my arse was sore, I couldn’t hold my butt plug in, my throat was sore and I couldn’t speak, My mother I was sure was in the same condition, but she appeared traumatised, I at least had known what to expect, she didn’t realise the violent nature of the man and I had previously been the victim of his hate fuck, now I had seen him do it to my mother in all three of her holes, all I could do was hold her. My sister collected us both and took us home, on getting there, I noticed that Helen sitting there topless, even larger stretchers n her nipples which must have caused her some major discomfort as her breasts where now sensitive from the fact that she was pregnant and now she also had a couple more piercings, studs in both cheeks and an eyebrow ring, but this was not the major change in her, oh no, that was the fact that she had had selective surgery to her tongue. My sister told Helen to show us, and as she opened her mouth and we could see the stitches applied to the wound that split her tongue, a bit like a snake’s tongue, according to my sister, better able to give the customers the blow job of a life time. That day and evening, my mother and I and Helen where allowed to rest and relax and in the evening, the doorbell rang and my sister went to answer it, usually she would send someone, but tonight we were allowed to chill. When she came back into the room she was accompanied by Molly and Gary the two Police officers, Molly looked at me then at my sister and asked, “Can I use him?” “Okay but go easy he had a rough night” “That’s ok, I only need his tongue” I went to my room with Molly and this time she only dropped her trousers and knickers, keeping on her TAC vest and utilities, she laid back on the bed I shared with Helen, and with anyone who wanted to use either of us. The sheets crumpled and some stains apparent, but that didn’t phase Molly as she just spread her knees, her trousers and knickers around her ankles restricted by her boots. She was cross ways on the bed so her boots where still on the floor “Get down here Fag”, I got to my knees preparing to go down on her pussy when she reached between her legs and all of a sudden I saw she had withdrawn a bloody tampon hanging from her fingers, she just flicked it onto the pillow and said, “I get so fucking horny when I am on, now eat”, And as I leant forward, she put her hand to the back of my head and pushed my face into her hairy twat. After that and for the next couple of weeks, Molly would often drop by and every time I would have to service her, of course she never paid and I wasn’t the only one to service her as Helens tongue healed, Molly would get her to eat her out too. But Molly and I seemed to form a friendship, although she still enjoyed belittling me or embarrassing me, I enjoyed her attention. One night it all changed, Molly came to the house with Gary, he stayed downstairs discussing business with my sister, I had just finished with a customer and Molly had to wait, she wasn’t happy about it, but she came into my room and had me eat her snatch and then fucked my arse with a strap on that she usually left in my room, this time she was really aggressive and even hit me a few times. After she went downstairs and I heard her arguing with my sister, saying that if my sister wanted her protection, she would let her, Molly, keep me. Well as you know my sister does not like to be threatened, I heard a thump and a crash and next thing a fight that was obvious but also short lived, Jon, my sisters boyfriend, and Daniel where both in the house at the time, Jon having moved in and Daniel was nearly always there anyway. Well I went downstairs and was shocked to see Molly bleeding from her nose, being held by Jon whilst my sister punched her a couple of more times, I then watched as the three of them, Jon Daniel and my sister stripped Molly naked and then put a tourniquet on her arm got a pre-prepared rig and slammed her. Gary just stood and watched. Daniel then moved the coffee table out of the way, and Molly was spread eagle on the floor, Daniel and Jon both took turns fucking her, I am not sure if she had even had a real cock inside her before, she liked girls and fucking tgurls but by now she was spun high. Then my sister told Gary to take a turn, he at first said no, I think because he knew that Daniel and Jon where both Poz and he would be using their dirty toxic cum as his lube, in the past he always used a condom when fucking my mother or Helen or any of the girls but my sister insisted he get down there and “Fuck this bitch and dump your fucking load in her” When he finished my sister told him to call his station and tell them he had dropped Molly off at her home as she was ill As Gary went out to the patrol car, Jon and Daniel grabbed a couple of cushions off the sofa, put them on the floor and turned Molly onto her front on top of them so her arse was raised, my sister looked at me and said, “get this whores strap-on” I immediately went to my room and got the strap-on that Molly had used on me earlier and took it downstairs, I handed it to my sister, it was still sticky with lube and arse juice. My sister took off her jeans and put on the strap on, she put some lube on and inside Molly’s arse and then without any preamble, she mounted Molly, simply forcing the head of the plastic cock inside her tight anal opening and then simply ramming home, not a care in the world for any damage she might be doing and she simply carried on power fucking Molly’s shithole. Molly was flying high but still tried to scream, Jon had Molly’s knickers in his hand and was gagging her with them. Eventually my sister finished and as she withdrew the plastic cock it was obvious Molly had some bleeding back there and she was in shock, my sister got up and wiped the plastic cock clean of shit and blood on Molly’s hair, She looked at Daniel and said, “Give her another load then get her up to the faggots room, she seems to like it up there, and Christmas has come early for some of the customers, they get a free ride on a police whore………hey bitch, you on the pill”? Molly was crying and had to be asked three times, “Are you taking protection”? Eventually she replied no, she likes girls and didn’t need it My sister laughed and said “Well, I hope for your sake you’re not fertile, lol” Molly spent three days in my room, and she was very busy, customers were told they could pay for myself, my mother or Helen, or if they were prepared to wait, they could have the new girl for free, any hole. Of course most waited and Molly was very busy, and Daniel or Jon made sure she was flying high all the time, going in now and again to slam another load in her, and by that I mean Meth in her veins and Poz cum in her cunt or arse, I say Meth, but I am sure she was also on a cocktail of special K and heroin too, either way, she could not have known what was being done to her. After 3 days had passed, Molly was allowed to come down off her high, she was cleaned up put back into uniform and told to go to work. I heard later that Molly got to the police station and was immediately called in for a “chat”, which resulted in her having to take a drug test which of course she failed miserably and then her locker was searched which turned up some drugs that had been stolen from the evidence locker. Gary had not only informed his bosses that Molly was on drugs but had also planted the evidence. The moral of the story, never cross my sister It was less than 24 hours later when Molly was back at our house asking for a fix, she had brought money but that wasn’t enough for Tracy, Tracy mad Molly ask if she could suck Jons and Daniels cocks and then she still charged Molly for the fix, Molly cranked up in our living room and as soon as she had started to float Daniel undid her jeans and after taking off her trainers, pulling down her jeans and knickers proceeded to fuck her again, I guess Molly was aware what was happening but accepted it for the sake of the drugs.

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.