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Part 3 Dad wasn’t home when I arrived, but one of the bikers from the night before was. He was laying down on the couch watching a kickboxing tournament, and a hand in his pants fondling his junk and a beer in the other, Since I had to get up early next morning, I resigned myself to sleep in Dad’s bed. Around 2 am, I felt movement as the guy tried to cuddle me. - Fuck you, I’m not gay. I said half-awakened, grabbing a pillow and moving back to my couch. I woke up at 5 and decided for a quick shower. Dad was still not there. The bathroom is in line with the bedroom and since it doesn’t have a door (I think dad sold it for weed at some point) so there was no way for me to take care of my morning wood. The warm water felt amazing. Pulling back the thin curtain, I found the guy sitting on the bed, facing me and jerking off rapidly. I grab a towel to cover myself. - Get a life, man. With a final grunt, the guy climaxes and just rolled on the bed showing his back. Large letters can be seen above his ass: “Cum Dump”, and above it a larger biohazard tattoo. I might not be gay, but living with my dad was much more instructive than any sexual education class, so I knew what the tattoos meant. I just hoped that Dad was taking his precautions. *** Leo didn’t say much about today’s job as I loaded the material in the van. - Hope you didn’t make any plan for tonight, boy, because I don’t expect we will be back before the wee hours of tomorrow. He didn’t say anything more about the job, but I suspected it wouldn’t be a corporate profile photoshoot. The drive wasn’t long, and we arrived at a deserted industrial area. Leo drove to the back of a condo-like warehouse and honk twice. The garage door opened, and Leo pulled back the van. The day was about to begin. Inside, there were 3 or 4 décor sets mimicking bedrooms. The last one was darker and look like a medieval dungeon. - I guess we are shooting porn today I tall lanky guy flanked by a really nice ginger bimbo greeted Leo. As they discussed logistics, I was day-dreaming about how she might look naked. My dick confined in my jeans was chubbing seriously. She was on her phone and completely ignoring us. It took us most of the morning to install everything. The first shoot was a lesbian session. Leo asked me to film from a certain angle. It was silly of me to be concerned about getting hard. It was hot for sure, but at the end disappointing. It was nothing like porn on the internet. The action was always interrupted. The girls would go at it for few minutes than stop to reposition, make-up, hair combing, etc. So, no erection. They weren’t even making a lot of sounds as most of it would be done at the post-production. The second session was a straight porno. It was hotter and had to adjust myself a few times. The Latino guy had an impressive dick. He pounded the girl with such force that she was emitting little high-pitched sounds similar to a poodle being strangled. - Take it, bitch The Latino gave few short and brutal thrusts, before pulling out. A flow of thick sperm was leaking from the angry red cunt lips. - Cut Then we did a series of shorter sessions, different actors, but mostly the same. Then we shot two hung guys screwing a small Asian girl almost non-stop in every way possible. That was hot. Then we stopped for quick bite around 3 pm. Leo had brought sandwiches and homemade iced tea for me, and water for him as he doesn’t like the tea flavor. I admit, the taste was horrible, but didn’t want to offend him and told Leo it was good. After all, he was nice enough to think about me. So, I got to drink the entire thermos as Leo kept filling my glass since “I like it so much”. A lot of the actors and actresses stopped by for a quick chat and thank us for our work. All of them knew Leo and made, what it seems, inside jokes with him. We started back with one of the hung guy with the same Asian girl. Then the second guy from the last session walked in and started making out with the other guy. - Aargh, bisexual gay porn! I don't hate gays. It's just not for me. And don't tell me I am not open-minded. After all, I do have a gay-slut as a father. Leo had put me next to the bed, under a series of spotlights. I had a full detailed view of a rimming battle between a pointy wet tongue and pinky dry tight hole. The result was imminent and obvious. Either the already long day was taking its toll on me or it was the heat emanating from the lights, but I felt warmer like when you start having a fever. We were at what I assumed the end of the session as the guys were breathing hard and jerking their cocks over the actress face, when a commotion can be heard at the back of warehouse. Leo motioned me to follow him and keep filming. Moving around didn't help, I felt few seconds of dizziness, and slightly warmer. Three guys came in with another guy in tow, hands tied up behind his back, a full-hood covering his head like a hostage on TV. They went directly to the dungeon set. The guy was stripped naked and once chained to the bed, the hood was removed. The hostage actor was gagged, tears on his face had not finished drying up, hair disheveled. He had terrified look and was mumbling through the gag. - Leo! Where is your assistant? The Latino guy from the first scene was shouting from an adjacent room. - He’s coming, replied Leo. Give me the camera and go help Caio. And wipe the drool at your mouth! I must have been drooling for while as my t-shirt showed a fairly large wet spot. In the room, Caio was standing and totally naked. - I need you to put my PA on my cock. I froze. He wanted me what? - I’ll call someone else to help you. - Nonsense. Get on your knees and put the jewelry on Cuntbuster. - Cuntbuster? - Yes, that’s my pet’s name. Caio started caressing his cock, almost stroking it. - Hurry up. We need to move. There is a virgin waiting for me on the set! Thanks to dad, I have seen my share of cocks in various shapes, sizes and stage of hardness and stayed away as I prefer pussies. I never been that close to a cock like this (even my own) and my hands were shaking. - First time? I simply nodded. - You will get use to it. Even with Cuntbuster, eventually. - No offense, but I don’t swing that side. - Every guy does. I am not sure what it meant by that, but I successfully slipped the PA in place. I was drooling again and wipe it to realize my fingers were all sticky with precum. Before I raised myself, the pair of hands grabbed my head and pushed it closer to the mighty Cuntbuster and its shiny PA with its impressive weight ball. dandling in front of me. - Since you are here, why don’t you fluff it a little. I will get hard faster when I got to fuck the little guy over there. - No way, I am not a cocksuc… The cock entered my mouth, tainting it with a foul salty taste, until it reach the back of my throat, triggering a natural gag reflex. - I wasn’t asking. Go on suck Cuntbuster a little. No one will know. I was trying to push him away and I was failing. His thighs were like steel and the strong grip on my head allowed him to slowly fuck my face. The constant movement accentuated the dizziness gave me retching. - No teeth or you will learn sooner why I gave it the name of Cuntbuster. I am not sure if the cock grew harder, but Cuntbuster was causing some damages as I can feel my tonsils hurting. - I know it’s not easy to please Cuntbuster, but I think he likes you. As Caio forced his cock in, he pulled it out the same way: him being in control. Like my mouth that was entirely painted with precum, only a small part of the cock (that was in my mouth) was covered with a thick coat of saliva. - It is very generous of you as it is the only lube the guy will get. I don’t know how long they were there, but two guys were observing the scene from the door frame. - Any good? One of the guys asked - Positively promising, responded a smiling Caio. As I passed the guys at the door, he told me in a mocking tone - If you suck cocks and you are getting paid for it, you know what it makes you, no? Yeah genius, I thought, it makes me a whore. Like the drooling idiot as I was, I followed Caio back to the set.

I have a FB who likes to breed me, I am his on call cum-dump. I love it, it's no nonsense breeding. He calls, I come over, I strip in the living room, I get ass up on his bed, he uses my hole, dumps his load in me and then I am up and on my way. It's a great arrangement for us both. He is a great fuck, we fit together great. Love when he breeds me. He has been wanting to share my hole with another top, I'm game. He arranged to have another top come over, but the top wanted it totally anon, me ass up blindfolded. I think thats great. I love an anon blindfolded fuck. I am told they are going to tag team me. SO fucking hot! So I lube up before I leave my house, I'm ready. I arrive at his apartment before the other top. I strip, wearing a jock strap, a harness and high socks (at the request of my fuck bud). I get in position. I start sucking my FB while we wait for the other top to arrive. I read on the top's profile he likes to also suck cock and my FB says be patient as the other top wants to suck him some first. It might happen in the living room before they come in to fuck me. I wait there blindfolded, the tension builds, I am loving it, I take a hit of poppers as I listen for clues. I hear belts being un-buckled, I hear pants dropping to the floor. Its so hot I wait with anticipation. They enter the room and I feel hands touching my ass as I am ass up waiting. I feel a nice slap on the ass and groans of delight!! I love getting my ass slapped (I have a nice fuckable ass). Now that I am blindfolded, I can't really see who or what's going on. I can only guess. I feel a cock pushing at my hole. I back up onto it. No need to go easy, I love it when a guy DIVES IN and enters me! I can take it. I think it's the other top at this point. Every one has their fuck style. Now I think the other top is standing over me and the top whose cock is in me is sucking my fuck buds cock. Not sure, but thats what I think is going on. I am getting fucked, loving it, The top pulls out, the other cock enters me, they repeat this several times. Each taking their turn fucking my hole. I hear groans of delight, my FB telling the other top how I take his cock whenever he asks, that he always breeds me raw! Then I hear my fuck bud say, Let me in, I am going to breed him. My fuck bud breeds my hole with a nice wet load...... Oh, GOD does that feel good. He pulls out and the second top enters me. There is nothing like the great feeling of a the second cock entering a nicely cum lubed hole. I absolutely love that feeling of a nice cock using the first guys cum as lube!! The second top pounds my hole, then pulls out to jerk himself to climax and then dives into my hole spewing his load inside!! SO hot!! He pulls out, he's done!! My FB enters me to just feel the slippery cum filled hole. The second top heads out to get dressed and leave. My FB escorts him out as I lay there in pig heaven thinking about the anon cum inside me!! So fucking hot. I lay there until my FB comes back!! Then I get up and get dressed and I head home with two nice wet loads in my hole. My FB says he is talking with other tops as he wants to do this again!! I can't wait!!

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

I was feeling a tongue exploring my body, a bearded mouth in my sweaty pits. “Let’s give it a bit more time” I heard. I didn’t know really what was wanted from me, but I was willing to take whatever would be given to me. Someone sat by my side of the mattress while I was still lying on my back, my legs kept open by a hand. I felt legs placing themselves between my thighs, a cock rubbing my hole. “Look at that, told you that slut was already full” someone said. “Go for it, man. Don’t think he’s gonna give a lot of resistance”. A dick was thrust deep inside. It wasn’t even painful, I was relaxed already, my hole could take anything. I couldn’t tell if that dick was thick or not. It just slid right in, with the help of the loads I had previously been given. “This feels great, loose and sloppy, man!” It wasn’t long before I got another load. I heard whispering that I couldn’t understand and some shuffling I couldn’t figure out what it was. “Next” I heard from the guy sitting by my side. “Do you want some?” The question was not addressed to me. Following his lead, guys were taking turns. I don’t know how long it had been, how many guys had shot in me, maybe 2, maybe 10, but the second pill started to kick in. Another rush of heat, another rush of intense sweating. I was feeling insanely dizzy this time, a little nauseous too but I had eaten nothing in hours. My legs were hurting but they were still being maintained firmly open to whoever wanted to shoot their cum in my ass. The dizziness was so intense, I was falling in and out of consciousness, without passing out. I was hearing discussions, but no one was addressing me. I had definitely become just a hole. I was in no way capable of understanding fully what was being done to me, let alone resist.

Somewhere outside of the USA where there is less political nonsense, where men are still manly as well as masculine and the cost of living is cheaper. 👍🌎

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This is why it's more important to consider the availability of pigsex in the area, not just a few existing fuckjoints. Tubs open, tubs close. Bars open, bars close. It's what goes on in a given area that counts - not the venue. If, as in the case of Ft. L., there is a long-standing acceptance of the area as accommodating to men fucking each other, there will likely be places to do that into the future. In places that are repressive, and always have been, it's doubtful that a thunderbolt of enlightenment will suddenly fall from the heavens. There are a number of facets to consider, many of which are outlined above. If, however, one of you guys figures out where on Earth a potential Garden of Edenesque delights for rawmen happens to be, a lot of us will be there in short order. I still think we should get some island somewhere, and turn it into a distillation of every sexual perversion, every lovely depravity, all the things we love to do with each other - and make it ours !!!

Chapter 4: The Discovery It was not a slick new car. Dean and Dayna both finished their final university years with Honors standing, and Ross came through with a gift that was far bigger and more unexpected than the sporty wheels the two of them had been envisaging. It also took a bit longer than they had expected, but he had let them know that the gift would arrive as soon as both of them were settled into financially stable careers. Dayna had no trouble landing a good office position with an expanding cruise line, while Dean soon nailed down a leading role in a firm which financed large real estate purchases for commercial clients all over North America. The gift came along with a clear, concise lesson in techniques to which they wisely gave their full attention. After all, Ross plainly hadn’t become and remained so wealthy on either a wing and a prayer or on pure blind luck. Armed with a blank cheque, each of the twins went house-hunting. Dayna wanted to stay in San Diego but get somewhere closer to the centre of town. Dean, on the other hand, had discovered a real soft spot for the smaller seaside town of Carlsbad up the coast, after spending a weekend there with friends. Ross came through with a 35 percent down payment on her condo and his house. To outward appearances, the twins had followed the expected path of young people in their situation, settling down to careers and homes. Marriages might reasonably be expected to follow. In reality, of course, both of them were struggling with the dynamics of dating, and for the same reasons. Dean had the bigger worry, as Dayna had pointed out to him on more than a few occasions, but she had her own need to be cautious about getting involved with someone. More and more, Dean found that he was consumed by the desire to try to discover how and why this peculiar trick had been landed on them. Dayna was less curious about that, but more worried about him and for him, due to his propensity for visiting people all over the country on nothing more than a wink and a nod, so to speak. The whole question of trying to figure out why it happened had led to a number of discussions between them, but no conclusive answers or decisions. Then fate stepped in and took the lead. It happened when Dean returned home from a wild weekend excursion to South Beach. It was pure bad luck that he popped up in nothing but a pair of tight glossy shorts just when he did. His mother was peering in the window by the door to see if he was home, since his car was in the driveway, but she had just rung the doorbell twice without getting a response. Dean was looking right at her when he popped into view. A knowing grin curved across her face as she knocked firmly on the door. Dean sighed -- and opened the door to admit her. Her opening words were entirely characteristic. “What died? Did you forget to take out the trash?” He laughed. “Plainly, I need to take a shower.” “Yes, you do.” “Be with you in ten, Mom – help yourself to the bar.” Ten minutes later, cleaned and dressed more appropriately, Dean sat down with his mother. “Mom, you’re not even surprised. You obviously knew.” “Of course.” “So… why haven’t we had this little talk sooner, rather than just before the week I turn 28? She nodded. “That’s a fair question. I’ve been wondering for years when something was going to happen. But tell me first, do we need to have this conversation with Dayna here too?” “I’d say so.” Dean grabbed his phone and messaged Dayna. R U at home & free now? Sure. Need to talk? “Is she busy?” Deidra asked. “No.” Deidra closed her eyes for a moment and Dayna appeared on the couch next to her. “What the fuck?” Dayna was understandably and forgivably startled to find herself suddenly sitting in Dean’s living room instead of in her own. Dean was hardly less surprised to see her there. Then she looked around at who else was present and her jaw dropped. “Mom, was that you?” Dayna’s voice was now both awe-struck and shaken. “Yes. I did that. I can shift other people, but not myself. Awkward. Dean, it’s pretty obvious that you can shift yourself around. Dayna, what’s yours?” For answer, Dayna closed her eyes and a cocktail glass appeared in her hand. “That’s what I was quietly enjoying at home – until suddenly I wasn’t.” Dayna’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “I think I might need something too, actually. Dean, could you…?” Dean walked over to the bar and poured a straight Scotch for himself. “Gin and tonic, Mom?” “Yes, thanks. Make it strong, please.” Dean came back with the drinks, handed the gin and tonic to Deidra, took a big gulp of his Scotch, and sat down with a slightly dazed expression on his face. Evidently, he was struggling to take it all in. “So all these years you’ve known that something was maybe going to happen to us – because it had already happened to you.” “Yes. In fact, I’ve been sure that it would happen -- just as this happened to my grandmother, and my mother, and her two brothers. But in the back of my mind, there was always this niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, it would pass you by. So I kept quiet about it.” Dayna was starting to look a little mollified. “I guess that makes sense,” she admitted grudgingly. “But it didn’t pass us by,” Dean chimed in, “and now that we’re here, there are things I want to know. What about the rest of your family, Mom?” “Oh, yes, it got all of us. My Uncle Len – you might remember him from when you were little tykes -- had the same power as Dean. Uncle Ray was a shape-shifter. He could change his appearance, usually to become an elderly woman. Your grandmother, my mother Marcia, could move objects like Dayna can. My grandmother Lucy was a shape-shifter too. About her sisters, I don’t know.” Dayna asked the question that was forming in Dean’s mind as well. “Do you know how long this has been going on?” Deidra’s face clouded a bit. “Not really. If it came from anywhere, it would be my great-grandmother, going all the way back by the maternal line. My great-grandmother, Nora Ludlow, was a great one for keeping secrets, that’s for sure. Mom told me that she’d found out all kinds of intriguing things about her grandmother after Nora had died. My mom always suspected it had begun with Nora because there was no record or hint of anything before that.” Dayna spoke up. “Wait a moment, this sounds like it only passes on through the female members of the family. Not the men?” Deidra chuckled. “That would let Dean off the hook nicely, wouldn’t it? But I don’t actually know the answer to that. I’m an only child. Uncle Len had two step-children, and Uncle Ray was from the same tribe as Dean and had no children at all. My grandmother was one of three daughters, no sons. So it’s never actually been tested, as far as I know.” “Do you actually know anything about whether it came from your great-grandmother? Did your mother say so specifically?” “She told me that she’d asked her grandma once, and the only answer she got was, ‘You’ll have to ask the star man.’ Not very helpful.” “Ask the star man.” Dean pondered. “Kind of a weird thing to say.” “My thought exactly,” Dayna threw in. Dean looked at her oddly for a few seconds. “What’s wrong now, Dean?” “Dayna, have you ever noticed how often we’re thinking exactly the same thing, and how often we manage to…” “…finish each other’s sentences? I sure have. Mom, do you think that might be part of it too?” “I don’t know, Dayna. It might be an extra special something because you two are twins. Or it might just be an ordinary twin thing. Although there are times like this when the three of us are talking, and I can tell where one of you is going to take the conversation before you actually do it.” All three sat silent for a few moments, before Deidra went on. “Anyway, I’m glad to see that both of you have been so careful about keeping it under wraps. For sure, I had no idea whether anything had actually happened until you…” looking meaningly at Dean “…turned up the way you did just now.” Right on cue, Dean blushed. “Let me guess,” Dayna said drily, “He appeared in the house out of nowhere, underdressed to kill, and plainly fresh from some wild escapade in another city.” Deidra laughed and mockingly held her nose. “I wouldn’t say fresh at all. Phew!” Dean rolled his eyes. “For your information, it was a party in South Beach and the bathroom was somewhat full – I’ll let you fill in the blanks – which is why I decided to save showering until I got home. If people would let you know when they are planning to drop in….” “…or if people would have the good sense to materialize in their own bathroom instead of on the main floor.” Dayna was plainly enjoying taking a couple of little digs at Dean. She owed him a few, anyway, because of his jabs at the products of her latest preoccupation, an art class. Deidra laughed – but then she got serious again. “I’m sure both of you understand about the importance of keeping this a secret for as long as you possibly can. As I have done both with your father and with Ross. That took a lot of self-discipline, let me tell you – but it can be done. And Dean, not to sound like I’m picking on you in particular, but I can tell you that the more you use it, the harder it is to avoid using it at the wrong moment.” This time Dean didn’t roll his eyes. “I know. I’ve already had a couple of near misses when I slipped up.” They finished up the drinks, and Deidra and Dayna left, Deidra giving Dayna a ride back down to the city, with Dayna holding her now-empty cocktail glass. She couldn’t help chuckling at the thought that a single used cocktail glass could lead to some interesting questions if the police happened to stop them for any reason. Dean was left alone with his thoughts and concerns. It was true. Of the three of them, he was the only one using the power on a regular basis – really too regularly. He was treating it as a normal part of his life and getting careless as a result, like the time he materialized jammed up too close for comfort against a couple of older guys at a Pride event in P-town. Fortunately, he had laughed and charmed his way out of that one. Charming guys was a specialty of his, but it would have been a lot worse if he had appeared in front of the two men instead of pressed firmly up against the butts of what were plainly a pair of top bears. They’d growled and glared at him pretty fiercely, and he’d deserved that. It was definitely time to do some serious research into his family. Dean sat down with his tablet and set up an account with Ancestry, then began plugging in names and dates to see what would come up. After an hour or so, he had everyone traced as far back as his great-great-grandmother, and a generation or two beyond her. She’d been living in Chicago, he knew. Using the date, he searched and found an obituary. It mentioned that Nora Ludlow had passed away at the age of 49 in a hospital. When he searched the name of the hospital, he found that it was an insane asylum. He thought about that for a minute or two. Plainly, something had happened. Had Nora actually gone crazy and become delusional with her talk about a star man? Or was insanity the diagnosis if she became careless and talked too much about something the doctors couldn’t make any sense of? He thought the second theory was the more likely one. He couldn’t make anything clearly out of the “star man” bit, but it was obviously true that something extraordinary, in the most literal sense, had invaded their family’s genes. Weeks later, after talking to his mom again and going through some boxes of old family papers, that his mom had put into storage, he stumbled by chance on a letter his great uncle Len had written to Dean’s grandmother. In it was this sentence: “I hated to have to do it to Grandmother, but it was the only choice. She was talking too much and putting all of us in danger.” It sounded as if Len had gotten his grandmother committed. It would have been easy to do, especially if she’d been talking about a star man and – what was her power again? He turned back to the letter and scanned on down. “When she told the doctor that she could move things around, that made it all so simple.” There it was. Nora had talked – and she’d been locked up in a hospital for the insane, committed by her own grandson. Her granddaughter, Marcia, had carefully concealed this information from Nora’s great-granddaughter, Deidra. Dean shuddered a bit at the thought of an old-school asylum and what abuse and mistreatment his ancestor Nora might have suffered there. Despite his propensity for party-hopping, and despite fucking around at every chance he could get, Dean was no fool. He was now beginning to feel seriously frightened, sensing that Dayna had been right, and that his luck was going to run out. His entire family had been forced into hiding their true nature for generations, for their own self-protection. But he had been far too careless. He’d had so many near misses – how much longer could he get away with those slip-ups? Nor was Dean under any illusions about his likely treatment, if he got caught out doing his thing. It would probably be much nastier than what had happened to Nora. Dayna’s trenchant remarks years earlier about dissection tables might not even be the worst of it. Dean knew that his mother was right, that he needed to discipline himself, and stop treating this weird power as a merely convenient substitute for more normal methods of travel. But on the other hand, the circuit season was heating up. There were several big events coming along that he’d planned on attending. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to fly instead (he certainly could), but that flying was so damned slow and inconvenient. But he supposed he’d have to do it. He struck a compromise with himself. He’d fly to the ones that were a month or two out, but the big gathering in Atlanta, no. That was only a week away, and there was no way he’d get even a halfway-tolerable airfare, or a routing that didn’t involve multiple stopovers, on such short notice. “Okay, then,” he said to himself, “Atlanta it is, but let’s find some air tickets for the other ones.” A week later he materialized in a dark corner of a favourite hotel’s lobby in Atlanta, with a small carry-on bag in hand. Once he’d gotten checked in and established in a room, he prepared to go. This time, he sedately walked out the door and down the street to the convention centre. A quick visit to the extra-large cloakroom and he had checked his outer clothes and was ready to party. The huge auditorium was full of guys, all ages, all kinds of clothing, all of them sweaty and giving off that unmistakable smell of raw man and pheromones. As always, Dean found the air intoxicating – and he knew he wasn’t the only one. He got himself a drink, and relaxed against a wall, scoping out the crowd as it formed and shifted and re-formed in front of him. A good mix, he thought, with plenty of younger guys, a good selection of guys about his age, and plenty of good-looking older ones. He finished his drink and walked into the crowd, beginning his signature dance moves which were now much better than the average of the guys around him. The DJ was spinning some great house music and his body was responding on peak form. Dean liked music, he enjoyed moving to music and letting the beat rule him, and it clearly showed. In no time, he’d collected a small sub-crowd of younger guys. One or two of them attracted him a bit, but it was obvious that they were newbies, and he wasn’t in the mood for teaching the basics to `raw novices. As the night wore on, he moved slowly from group to group, spending time hanging with different guys, and falling into dance moves with some, then conversing with others when he went to refuel at the bar. His California tan was showing to advantage with the sweat glistening on his skin, especially with so many winter-pale northerners around him. By eleven o’clock, Dean was having a field day, having found himself drifting into the middle of a crowd of slightly older guys who were quite taken with his trim young body. Nor did he mind staring at them, since these guys had well-toned bodies and some definitely pleasing bulges and asses among them. In no time, they were all dancing up a storm in a tightly packed group. Dean particularly enjoyed being sandwiched between two hung guys with his cock rubbing against the butt of the guy in front of him while the guy behind humped against his spandex-clad ass. Dean plunged his hands down the waistband of the guy in front, playing with his cock, while the guy behind did the same to him. Then Dean transferred one hand to the guy behind him and found his cock already hanging out and prodding insistently at his butt. Dean could feel the spandex shorts sliding down off his ass and the man’s cock digging into his crack. He looked around and nobody was noticing. In fact, he was pretty sure that some of the other guys around him were also getting fucked by this time. In any case, the tight-packed circle of men around him were blocking anyone farther away from seeing what was happening. Dean leaned back and moaned as the cock slowly penetrated his ass. Meanwhile, the guy in front of him was gyrating against his bulge and had started to slide his own briefs off. Dean pulled down the front of his shorts, and let his cock pop out, then pulled the guy back against it. The man pulled his briefs right down, grabbed Dean’s cock, and jammed it deep inside himself. Just like that, Dean found himself in the middle of a fuck sandwich on the floor of a massive Atlanta dance party, right out in the open in plain sight of everyone else there. It was a totally wild sensation, and a massive turn-on for him. He’d been in a few orgies after that memorable first one at the pool party in Palm Springs, but he had never had sex so completely openly in public for the whole world to see it – and it was making him incredibly horny. The three of them swayed together as a single unit, cocks sliding in and out to the insistent beat of the house music. It didn’t take long for the three of them to get fully heated up. Dean blew two massive loads in five minutes, the first one up the ass of the guy taking his cock, and the second one on the floor after that guy left to go and shit his load out. It was crazy. He’d never cum a second time that quickly since he was a desperately horny teenager, and here he was – already feeling the sexual tension mounting in his balls for a third round. This time, another guy in the group dropped to his knees and swallowed Dean’s cock, while the guy behind him increased the force and speed of his strokes, pounding fast and hard into Dean’s hot hole. The guy blowing Dean was busily beating his own cock at the same time. It was all going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. Dean yelled aloud and blasted down the throat of the guy blowing him, the contractions of his muscles forced his fucker to shoot off a huge load inside his ass, and the guy on his cock gulped and swallowed as his own cock erupted all over the floor. After a minute, they slowly separated. All three of them had that “all gone” look on their faces which said, clearer than any words, “What an awesome fuck!” They hugged and kissed as the group slowly opened up and spread out, revealing two loads of sperm on the floor but no other sign of what had just happened. Dean stood there, unsure of his next move. And that’s when the hand tapped him on the shoulder. “Well. That was an interesting show you just put on. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. That was a lot wilder than what I saw and felt the last time I met you -- Dean.” Dean spun around, trying to make out the face of the man who’d spoken to him. What he saw clearly first was the halo of black curly hair around the face. “Joey?”

If I see one more ad for JerkMate I’m going to punch my monitor screen !

Ended up taking 17 loads yesterday before my partner got back home and loaded me up with 2 more. i am still locked and super horny after I got fucked hard by my partner before he left me. How many should I collect today?

once I became a total take all loads bathhouse cumdumpster I started getting a room and spending the full 8 hours face down, ass up to the open door, blindfolded and lubed and taking loads from literally anyone that came in, often with my boyfriend or my uncle there watching and cheering guys on, but then we realized for me to be the complete bathhouse cumdumpster I was born to be I had to spend the entire 8 hours in a very public place where everyone can see I am taking all loads and watch me get used by breeder after anonymous breeder and begging strangers to cum inside my guts, so they started putting me on the darkroom fuckbench so I can take loads in both ends and be anonymous trash and blindfolded in the public sling blindfolded for maximum exposure so everyone there knows what a fucking whore I am and can recognized me in the street even though I dont know what any of the men barebacking me look like. that is ultimately where my father got to see what a faggot and a slutty whore I really am.

My rationale was that, if I was playing with people I knew who were consistently undetectable, I did not need to be on PrEP. This remains a strong rationale. What happened is that there was a certain amount of creep, with my beginning to actively seek out first other undetectable guys and then PrEPsters. The rationale held, but the circle of trust had broadened. The big thing began when I had begun to take loads from negative tops, not undetectable or PrEPsters but people who presented themselves as negative. I did this rarely, at first, with select individuals. In 2021, I stepped things up on that regard, going bare with a regular fwb who was negative. The thing that pushed me onto PrEP was an experience I had at a local bathhouse. I met one long-standing fwb who was playing with another PrEP user, this guy giving me his load. This turned me on a lot, and I found myself connecting with another guy I met just then, letting him into bare when he said he was on PrEP. I met a third guy in the maze, who said he was not on PrEP but was negative; I surrendered to the moment and took note of what I did after he pulled out and I felt his load leaking. I was not chasing; I did not want to get HIV. On closer consideration, I think I was starting to get off on not so much the risk as my confidence in my ability to navigate complex scenarios, to keep track of people and things and acts. With my selection of a random guy to load me, I was no longer doing that. After that last guy, I stopped sex entirely, having only a bit of sex with my then-partner when he got back on PrEP after the lockdowns. (There was not much sex; we were drifting apart.) I went in for my tests February of last year,.of course. When all came out clear, I went on to get on PrEP as quickly as I could.

Great thread guys. Several friends and I have been batting this same convo around for the last few years. I came of age in NYC and enjoyed the many opportunities the city had during the mid to late 70's, tho I also missed out on a lot(which might account for why I am still above the dirt and not in it) Spent another 20 years out in Memphis and while it had a decent gay vibe, especially in the 80's, the many bars, and the bar owners, saw quite a few dying off thru the 90's. I moved to Ft Lauderdale in 2000 and have been here since, but to be honest- I do not feel like this is where I will remain. As others have posted, the Miami and Ft Lauderdale area are great gay vacation and play spots, but to live here is a totally different thing. Most folk living in Iowa or Indiana have no clue the sticker shock they face should they pack up and move here. Car insurance is crazy high, probably double what you might be paying in most parts of the country. Should you buy a house , FL has a weird insurance world. You can usually get a homeowners policy for a few thousand a year, but then on top of that you will likely need flood, another thousand or more, and then the dreaded windstorm insurance which will cost you a LOT of money. And if you have a mortgage, there is no escaping having to buy all 3 policies. If you can escape for $10,000 a year just in insurance, you will be doing good. Another aspect most moving here do not think about, the south east part of the state has about 7 or 8 miles of land development from the ocean in to the Everglades. There is very little open land left to build on, so unless existing buildings are bought, razed and then high rise condo properties built on the tract, there is not much more room for horizontal growth. And all of the infrastructure ,like roads, sewer, and water, were laid years ago when this area had a " season" of Jan thru April, then it went back to being quiet and sparse for 9 months. The "high rise hotels on the beach were mostly 3 , maybe 4 floors high.The number of sewer and water main ruptures here are crazy. Some is blamed on municipalities not maintaining their systems, but the other issue is pushing 10 tons of crap in a 3 ton pipe (anyone recall the Contadina tomato commercials of the late 60's trying to pack 10 tomatoes in an 8 tomato can??lol) If you want to drive around, the 18 mile drive from Ft Lauderdale to Haulover Beach in Miami ( the nude beach) can be done in about 40 minutes if you are very lucky, and if you stay the day and try driving back at 5 pm, plan at least 70 to 90 minutes due to congestion and wrecks. I had an appointment last week ,3 miles from the house, at 330p. I left at 3p and just made it to the parking lot at 325. As others have written, every area has its own list of issues, weather not included. From visits to Palm Springs, I could sense the area was a ghost town Sunday night thru Friday evening, at which point the inflow from SanDiego, LA, and surrounding west coast cities would fill the city and the gay resorts to the brim. Where it once was desert and open, the valley built up, and irrigated like mad, sprouting golf courses and floral displays where nature never intended. Memphis, when I lived there, was always fighting an internal racial battle. Traces of the old south were barely muted. Trendy neighborhoods, often gay centric, were only a block or two away from depressed areas with people living on the edge, or slightly slipped off it. Politics there, like any other city mentioned, would shift back and forth. But the city itself always had that feel of neglect- and just outside the city, where the white flight of the 60's and 70's settled, things were much more maintained and regulated- but not very gay. The thing is, and this has been the crux of my friends talk, there is really no one place that is perfect. Key West has gotten grossly overpriced ( and straight cruise touristy). San Francisco has a shell of what Castro once was, and to live there is super expensive- and from friends who live there, has become a gauntlet of dodging homeless and their trash and waste while trying to walk the sidewalk to shop or get to work. At one point a trend was happening where gay guys were moving to east Tennessee, near Knoxville. College town, mountains nearby, decent medical. But again, it is TN, and the politics of the state are, eh! And the area is still well cinched in the Bible belt, and not without its share of homophobic residents and politicians. So yes, I am curious where guys are migrating to , and to hear from locals in those areas (s) who know the real dirt on the location mentioned.

This one is so fucking hot. I would love to see the continuation. [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/muscle-cumdump-cruising-toilets-gets-fucked/

Oh hell yes! Tampa has a BUNCH of adult theaters and such, and many are within a few blocks of each other, on or near North Lois Ave just south of Hillsborough. Thee Love Shack, Buddies Adult Video, and Adult World are all great, though of course the crowd varies depending on when you go. Fantasy Land is a little more upscale and caters more to a straight crowd, but I've gotten cock there a few times as well. X-Mart is entirely video booths with glory holes, and I've sucked more cocks than I could count there and gotten fucked a couple of times as well, but it's been a while since I've been and I heard a rumor that they now require photo ID to get in. Not sure if that's still true or not.

Going Home 4 After being on display, I now felt at ease being led on a leash making our way through the crowd. I didn’t care anymore... everyone here had seen me and it would soon be known around town. My cunt began to ache watching the fucking grinning bare-chested skin just looking at me. His smooth chest was highlighted with a blue swallow on each pec diving down as if to feed on each of his thick tits. Jac stood there with thick muscled legs spread apart, boots firmly planted on concrete floor staring at me and then down to the thick outline of his cock stretching the worn and thin fabric of his yellow piss and cum crusted jockstrap. Then, I saw a rubbered-up skin approach him with a beer. I hesitated... It was boy, one of Matt’s pack. It had been a while since I had the ginger skin and, by the looks of him now, his Daddy had been working on his mods. The rings on his tits had obviously been up-gauged and stood out from his rubber harness edged in yellow with matching laces on his 10-hole rangers. His black rubber jockstrap shone with a bright yellow stripe that bulged out from the heavy ball weight gripping his sac. “C’mon, Sammy.” Daddy ordered, pulling me forward into view of the laughing boy. “Fucking SAMMY?!” boy chuckled, taking a swig of beer and looking me over with a smirk. “Been a while, mate.” “You know this one, boy?” Jac laughed. “Of course, he does...” came a chuckle from behind us.... It was Matt. “Sammy’s had the pleasure of my pack.” Turning around, I saw Matt in a totally different light from the usual. Much like me, he was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. He stood there booted as I took in the leather harness showing off his muscular pecs that showed off his ringed tits. I glanced down to his leather jockstrap bursting at the seams from his cock and balls remembering the pleasure on the faces of his pack as they serviced the alpha. “Dan... good to see ya! I heard you were back in town but didn’t know about this.” he said, grabbing my Daddy in a bear hug and motioning to me. “What can I say? I missed my cuntboy.” Daddy chuckled, his hand wandering down my cunt and fingering it. “And yours? I heard you got yourself one too.” “Well, more so a pair of cunts now...” Matt smiled stepping aside to reveal his prized possessions. “Goddamn Matt!” Daddy exhaled seeing the pair being led by chain leashes attached to thick septum rings. His hands roamed their smooth taught muscled bodies showing the results of hours of work put into becoming objects of pure sex. He traced the matching swirls of dark ink tattooed on their harnessed pecs with his calloused fingers... one edged in yellow and the other in kelly-green. He marveled at the large gauged rings permanently placed through their thick pig tits before moving to the shorter of the two. He stood at 5’11”, 195 lbs. with short buzzed brown hair... his emerald eyes showing his desire to serve. “This is cunt,” Matt proudly said. Daddy held the stretched out yellow pouch barely holding the melon-sized engorged sac underneath the thick but impotent tina dick and took hold of the sac... “Doesn’t feel like saline,” Daddy said grabbing the sac tightly causing cunt to growl. “Permanent...” Matt responded with a smile. “Fuck Matt! Beautiful... and the other?” Moving to the taller one, he stood looking up into a pair of obedient grey eyes. Standing at 6’4” 250lbs. with a black buzz cut, this one was another piece of perfection. I watched as Daddy moved down his pecs to solid abs and grab the almost flattened green mesh jockstrap searching for cock flesh. I saw him chuckle as he felt the cage surrounding the roided nub of a once powerful cock hidden in the folds of shrunken sac. “That’s cunt whore... caged and cock’s even more useless than cunt’s here.” “That so?” Daddy chuckled, releasing the useless mound and looking at me to gauge my reaction. “Yep...nothing but cunts now. Show him,” Matt ordered brusquely and they turned to present a pair of thick permanently erupting cuntlips on each of them. “Like I said... cunts.” “Fucking perfection!” Daddy laughed, slapping Matt on the back and handing him a beer. “So... Dan,” Matt said studying me. “Have to admit, that look’s an improvement but I could give you some pointers. You should see my puppy. He’s being prepared to show at the moment.” I winced hearing them discuss me and knowing Matt’s penchant for body mods. Not only had he totally transformed these three into perfect sexual objects, he transformed another one into an incredible human pup with a cock capable of knotting itself to any cunt. We stood there for a bit drinking. At some point, Jac ended up behind me teasingly rubbing his mesh pouched cock against my ass. Moving my hands behind my back, I reached to feel the hardness of his cock as I took in the room. It was hot and musky with a feeling of masculine sexuality pervading the very air. That’s when I felt the metal shafts protruding from the bottom of the shaft... I quickly pulled my hand back as he pulled me into his pecs. “That’s right, cunt... you’re gonna feel my cock splitting you open.” he growled into my ear. Looking to my side, I saw boy and Frankie on their knees servicing Matt’s cock... Matt was a master of getting his cock in every sub... no doubt at some point Frankie’d be visiting his dungeon and I felt a twinge of jealousy. Feeling a strange hand gripping my crotch, I turned to face Greg leaning over my shoulder and whispering in Jac’s ear before licking the sweat off my neck. “Enjoy Sammy.” he grunted and slipped away. “OK cunt, time for us to do our thing.” Jac whispered in my ear before pulling another bullet out of his boot and handed it to Daddy. “A little extra Boss, for the gift.” he growled, before pressing his hand between my ass cheeks, causing me to jump. Seeing my reaction, Daddy laughed taking hit and passing it around. “Go on...” “Boss,” Jac nodded, grabbing my leash and wrapping it around his tatted hand before leading me into the darkness. Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I could hear the sounds of sex begin to grow louder. Still on we went until the sounds began to quiet again... I knew then what was to happen. Once we reached the heavy metal door, Jac forced the door open, leading me into the large room painted completely black. The boom of the metal door closing echoed throughout as my eyes struggled to adjust to spotlights shining over the raised center stage. “C’mon... cunt...” Jac growled, forcefully pulling me up the staircase to the center of the stage and securing me to the floor by my leash and walked to the dimly lit edge of the stage. “Fuck...” I moaned, desperately wanting to go to him. God was beautiful. His thick tits surround by pink half-dollar sized areolas on his alabaster white rock-hard pecs stiffened. Slowly, Jac approached me until he was just inches out of my reach. He stood there looking down on me with an air of superiority placing his polished boot within reach. Greedily, I leaned in and placed my cuntmouth on the cap of his boot and tasted the sharpness of the boot black. The mate was next and I quickly moved to it, covering it in the juices of my cuntmouth. My breathing grew ragged as I moved up the shaft of the boot and began caressing his muscled legs. I continued up towards the object of my desire as the scent of musk, piss and cum filled my nostrils. Inhaling deeply, my lips finally made contact with the stretched material encasing his bulging crotch. “Fuck!” Jac hissed from the sensation of my cuntmouth moving over the rigid outline of his cock. His left hand firmly grasped the back of my head and pulled me in as he leaned down to take hold of my right tit with his other. Letting out a moan, my cuntmouth opened wide and took hold of the mound. I began to chew and suck juices now leaking out.... Holding my cuntmouth against his rigid cock, he tightly gripped my head like a vise and hissed between clenched teeth... “Goddamn!!! Use that fuckin cuntmouth boy!” I obeyed and continued on the straining mesh pouch before working my way up to grip the waistband with my teeth. My chin now hitting his engorged cock, I began to lower the waistband “Yeh, cunt... tell Jac what you want.” “Cock...your cock...” I struggled to plead. I continued on my mission... slowly exposing the base of his thick cock and down the long shaft to finally release the enormous head with a sharp slap to my forehead. “All the fucking way!” I quickly pulled it down past his thighs to the floor only to have him step out of it and hold my head to the floor with his heavy boot. “A’right cunt... get up here and suck my cock.” he growled, releasing me from my leash, and stepping back. Immediately, I rose to my knees and saw Jac’s totally exposed package. “Fuck!” I moaned, seeing the throbbing cock rise and fall to show the Jacob’s Ladder running down the length of the thick shaft. Without a thought, I crawled quickly to him and moved to take the cock before feeling the sharp slap against my face. “DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION, CUNT?!” he bellowed. “No, Sir,” I responded, lowering my head to the floor. “Sorry, Sir. Please...” “A’right you worthless cunt, I want to feel your warm cuntmouth... get up here and suck my cock.” Raising my head, I placed my lips over the thick helmet and slowly moved down the shaft, feeling the bumps of the Jacob’s Ladder against them. “What the fuck you waiting for?!” he yelled, grabbing my head and forcefully guiding it in and out of my cuntmouth. Trying not to gag, I opened my throat to swallow the studded cock as he pounded my cuntmouth. The faster the strokes, the more I began to moan, wanting to feel the metallic cock in my cunt and I sucked harder. After a good amount of face-fucking, he pushed my head off and I heard the motorized sound of chains clinking. “Need to try your other cunt now...” A sling suspended by four heavy lengths of chain came down from the rafters. Jac pushed me backwards on my knees with a booted kick towards the sling. “Up.” Now standing, Jac pushed me back onto the sling and restrained my wrists. Next, he secured my head to the sling... completely immobilizing my head in a strapped hood. Making his way down, he stood between my legs and secured them exposing my cunt. He moved in and began slapping the pouch securely holding my caged cock and sac with one hand. With the other, he sank two of his long fingers inside me and spread them. “Nothing but a cunt...now, Sammy. Besides Dan and, I assume Frankie, when was the last time you took a cock in your cunt?” “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling his opening me up. “14 years!” “Did you miss it?” he asked slipping a third finger into me... ”Be honest.” “YES! YES! I MISSED COCK!” I yelled, finally saying it out loud, no longer denying anything. “Good answer cuntboy... cuntboys will always need cock...” he smiled, bending down and pulling a large dosed rig from his boot and moving to the head of the sling. “I think that answer deserves a reward.” “Shit yes!” I moaned, watching him tighten the tourniquet around my bicep and slam me. The rush was immediate and I began to see stars as my ears rang. My body was on fire and my hips began to buck and expose my throbbing cunt while my head struggled to take Jac’s cock. “Fuck my cunt!” I begged, wanting to feel Jac’s studded cock shred my cunt. “Yeh?” Jac laughed, now standing between my spread legs and holding the object of my desire in the palm of his left hand. “Think you can take this?" “Yeah!” I begged ... my eyes darting down to the shaft as I felt him begin slipping one, then two fingers into my cunt. “Fucking want to feel that cock shred my cunt!” “Fuck Sammy,” he laughed... “You are one twisted cunt.” growled slipping a third finger inside me and spreading me open. I continued to beg until Jac pressed his throbbing cock at my cuntlips, until he broke through. “Oh God!” I groaned, feeling the metal sliding against the walls of my cunt until he disappeared completely inside me. “So good... so fucking good!” “Fuck yeh... you’ve taken it all.” “Goddamn, Sir!” I moaned, squirming and enjoying the feeling of cock inside me as his crotch rubbed against my cage. He began to thrust into me.... slowly at first and then increasing in speed. I couldn’t get enough of his cock and I began to fill the room with my ecstatic cries as he gave me the rut of my life. I felt every laddered cock fuck he gave me. Suddenly, he pulled out and walked away. Left hanging there, I began to panic fearing I had done something wrong and would not get his load. “Please!” I begged profusely... “Fucking breed my cunt!” Returning, Jac stood next to my face with his sweaty jock in his hands. He began slapping his engorged cock against my lips; but with every move I made towards it, he pulled back. “Open up,” he ordered. I opened up, thinking he was going to fuck my face again but Jac shoved the ripe jock into my cuntmouth and I began to suck on the soaked mesh, swallowing the rankness. I had been broken further and I knew my Daddy had ordered this. “Fucking no good spun cunt!” Jac sneered and secured my head further until all I could see were the metal chains of the sling above me leading into the darkness. Moving towards my cunt again, he shoved his throbbing cock in one thrust to the hilt burying it into my welcoming cunt. The rutting began again... this time more painful that before and I gripped the jock with my teeth to prevent me from screaming out in a combination of pain and ecstasy. It continued until I felt him slowly pulling back until only the very tip of his cock remained. Jac then grunted and hit my ass cheek with a hard slap and pushed his cock back into my cunt. Feeling the sudden invasion, my body stiffened and my cuntlips tightened as he repeated the process over and over again... my ragged breath covered the now soaked jock revealing the pleasure I was experiencing. Jac continued fucking me as I gripped the chains with my sweaty hands and looked up into the darkness as my cunt pulsated. Jac’s thrusts began to slow and length, signifying he was close. Willing my cunt to tighten around the shaft, I began to moan loudly as I felt the metal bars against the now raw walls of my cunt. “Fuck yeh, cunt! Take my fucking load!” he yelled shoving his cock to the root inside me and depositing a huge load before falling on top of me. We remained like that for a bit... my skin master inside of me. “Yeh, good little cunt....” he sneered, slowly removing the studded shaft from my cunt. “Hold that load, cuntboy.” Suddenly, Frankie appeared above me and smiled, gripping the jock and removing it. “Swallow...” Frankie ordered releasing the straps securing my head and squeezed the dripping jock into my cuntmouth before climbing onto the sling. Turning to face Jac’s spent cock, Frankie slid his cock into my cuntmouth and let out a torrent of chem piss while he cleaned the remnants of my fuck juices from Jac’s cock. Dehydrated from the chems, I greedily drank it down and began sucking on the now hardening cock. “Goddamn cuntpig!” Jac moaned, feeling Frankie’s tongue over the studded shaft of his cock before letting the contents of his bladder explode down Frankie’s throat. There I was, my cunt full of cum and servicing a cuntboy’s now hard cock while he was swallowing piss and I knew my place in the world... Frankie continued fucking my cuntmouth as the last drops of Jac’s piss flowed down his throat and I heard Daddy growl... "I'm takin that cunt of yours, boy.” “Fuck yeh, Boss! Thank you!” I heard Jac groan as Daddy’s strong arms wrapped around his hips and pulled him back onto his cock. Jac rocked back and forth, impaled on Daddy’s cock, his tits pulled and stretched as a look of rapture overcame him. Gripping Jac’s hips tightly, Daddy fucked him slowly, with long deep strokes. “Fuckin do it! Boss!” Jac pleaded as Daddy changed pace and began pile-driving his cock into the skin’s cunt. By this time, Frankie had released me and pulled me down to the platform and gripped my head, forcing me to watch Jac’s fall. “Watch Sammy,” Frankie laughed as he shoved his cock back inside me and held a silver bullet of T to my nostril. “Daddy’s gonna have another...” I took a dose in each nostril and grunted, thanking my cuntbro. My attention going back to Jac I watched as he was now doing all the work... forcing himself back onto Daddy’s cock, begging for more. We could see how Daddy was enjoying us watching, more than once Daddy slowed himself down to hold himself from unloading into Jac. “Fucking hot cunt. I’ve wanted it from the first time I saw you.... Fucking cuntskin.” Daddy grunted. Daddy continued... pulling completely out and shoving his slimy cock fully into Jac as the cunt gaped and shut quickly with each attack. We could see the waves of bliss overcoming Jac... “Like that Sammy,” Frankie snarled, pounding me faster and faster. “Fuck yeah! Frankie...” I growled watching the look on Jac’s face as I took Frankie’s cock. We continued watching as my body felt renewed from the cock invading my cunt. I began to claw at the floor, wanting to be... no needing to be fucked at the sight of Daddy and Jac. “OH GOD, Frankie... fuck my cunt!” I begged, beginning to tighten around the invading shaft of my cuntbro. “Yeah Sammy?” he grunted, “Fucking hungry cunt, huh?” “Shit yeah! Feed my cunt, cuntbro!” I pleaded wanting to his load to be mixed into Jac’s fresh load. “Do it!” My eyes fixed on the sight before me, Frankie began to pummel me. With each slam, my cock cage would hit the floor and cause me to wince. “Fuck yes! Harder!” I begged, feeling the pain, causing my cunt to tighten. No longer being able to hold back, Frankie slammed himself down into me and exploded as Jack began to tremble. “OH FUCCCK!” Jac yelled out, his body spasmed, his cock gushing a load of cum onto the floor. “Yeah, JACKIE... show my boys how much you love my cock.” Daddy growled shoving his cock deeply into his new boy’s cunt. Immediately, the urge overcame me and I escaped Frankie’s cock and scrambled to the puddle of hot cum and began licking it up. As Daddy pulled out in an attempt to continue the fucking, Jac’s spasms and wave of pleasure decreased, Daddy pushed him to the floor and buried himself in Jac, quickly pounding his cunt. Soon, the four of us were a rolling mass of bodies... I swallowed Jac’s cock, sucking and worshipping, as Frankie stroked the studded shaft with his tongue while Daddy gripped Jac’s waist and continued splitting his cunt open. His body now overwhelmed, Daddy gave a hard, deep shove and shuddered... “Fuck yes! Take my load, cuntskin,” he roared, throwing his head back as he shot deep inside his new boy. Feeling the trembling cock shooting deep inside him, Jackie’s now engorged cock became rigid and flooded my cuntmouth as he stared down below at Frankie and me sucking him clean. Immediately, my cuntmouth closed around Jackie’s softening cock and began swallowing the piss released by Daddy’s fucking. I was in heaven... my cunt was full of cum and thirst for piss had been reignited. Frankie and I remained at Jac’s crotch as Daddy’s sac swung back and forth hitting my cuntbro and I as his cock remained embedded in Jackie. Slowly, we all fell to the floor, bodies intertwined, and relaxed for a bit. Slipping a couple of fingers into Jac, Daddy was the first to say anything... “JACKIE,” he emphasized, “I think we all need a drink...” “Yeah, Boss...” Jackie smiled, acknowledging the name. Slowly, we rose, geared up and made our way back to the bar. Along the way, men stood at the doorways to the other rooms smiling... puddles of cum on the floor beneath them. On we went... until we approached the closed bar door. Daddy grabbed the handle and motioned me to enter first. Entering, the usually loud room was quiet as the men turned toward us... Suddenly, there was a roar of applause as the large screen above the bar flickered on and the video of me being led into the room by Jac... now Jackie... appeared and would be played nightly. Daddy stood behind me and held me tightly as Frankie and Jackie stood at our sides... both now collared. “C’mon boys,” Daddy smiled... “We’re going home.” The End

Last Sunday a local club organised a horse fair. I charged my husband, a 38 year old bare slut, to get prepared and queue at the designated time, and take cock. He arrived at 15h, and was one of about 10 mares getting ready. He got hooded and tagged with a red mark to indicate he takes raw cock. This suited the words "cum dump" i wrote on his ass cheeks: i wanted him to get bred. By 16h, a group of about 20 stallions started filling the room. My man is very handsome, so in tthe course of 2,5h he took around 20 dicks anonymously. I arrived at the club around 17h30, by which time he had 14 marks on his ass cheek. I wasted little time. Large gusts of seed escaped his cunt while i fucked him, but i didnt cum - i handed him over to other random men, and he took 24 loads before me and a friend double fucked him and bred him. i filled 6 cunts that evening.

Great Start! Back in the early 2000's there use to be a roulette party in Boston. It was nothing formal like this. It was held at a friends house in Dorchester. Only he knew the tops' status. There were usually around 10 tops. The three bottoms were all neg, including me! We would be blindfolded and the fucking would start. We all would take any load and suck the cock clean. It was always fun when some top would shove a huge cock in you. After about 90 minutes most of the fucking would stop and after the tops left, we could take off our blindfolds and go home. I never bugged from these parties, but it was fun wondering if i would.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 2 – Sam´s first Thursday roulette When George went away for a while, Sam immediately googled what George meant by 'chaser'. Sam was shocked. Is he now organizing sex parties where young men let HIV positive men fuck their unprotected asses on purpose. Sam had always practiced safe sex and always insisted, even tested partners, to use rubber. At the same time, however, Sam was already calculating the odds of how many of the eight bottoms could get a powerful seed inside. The thought of this being some kind of competition made Sam's cock harden a little. However, Sam's work started to go really well. George had been right that Sam would be good at holding all the strings in his hands. Sam handled the registrations, interviews, testing and informing the participants smoothly. On Thursday evening, George and Sam were the first to arrive at the warehouse. The sight of eight fucking benches next to each other excited Sam, even though the place looked very dirty in Sam's opinion. The first bottom arrived and George said he had to go prepare the tops. Sam followed the bottoms taking off their clothes and started tying the first one to the fucking bench. The youngest man was 19 and the oldest 27, so practically everyone was very close to Sam's own age. Some of the boys left their jockstraps on and some stripped completely naked. The young men's bare cocks and jockstraps bulging turned Sam on. Sami started to feel a little outsider when he got the last bottom attached to the bench. When everything was ready, he peeked through the door to the tops side to tell George that everything was already ready. George was in the room on his knees in front of one man, sucking the top's cock. George motioned Sam into the room and told him to help him get the tops ready. As soon as the doors open, it's important that the men are immediately horny and the cocks are wet with saliva. Without thinking, Sam knelt down and opened his mouth to the first cock. At a fast pace, all 10 cocks went in between Sam's lips. Each man took a moment to fuck Sam's throat until they pulled away. After that, George opened the door and said that now the floor belongs to the tops. Sam watched in amazement as a top walked behind each bottom and immediately pushed himself into the bottom's ass. The tops immediately started to fuck the bottoms. George pulled Sam over to the two waiting tops and told Sam to kneel next to him. Our job is to serve the tops while they wait their turn, said George, taking top's cock in his mouth. Sam did the same to the other. After a while, a hole in someone's bottom became free and the top that Sam was sucking moved to fuck the bottom. The top that fucked the bottom came for Sam to suck. The man said that the boy's tight ass had felt very good, but he hadn't wanted to give up his first load yet. His goal is to go inside as many holes as possible and seed at least two holes tonight. Sam tasted cock for the first time, which tasted like bottom ass juices. The cock also tasted a bit salty, which Sam assumed was the man's pre cum. The next hour and a half continued so that the men in Sam's mouth changed and very quickly Sam noticed that the cocks no longer tasted like ass juice but clearly like sperm. Sam greedily cleaned the men's cocks before they were thrust into the new ass again. Excited Sam had completely forgotten that there were also two tops with a really high viral load count. Only after the end of the evening did Sam realize that their sperm had definitely ended up in Sam's mouth and Sam had swallowed it along with the saliva. All the tops had already left for their own room. Sam followed along as the bottoms put on their clothes. They all looked satisfied and happy. Sam felt a little jealous and an outsider again.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 1 - Sam's New Job Sam's money was gone and he definitely needed a job. His latest rent was still unpaid, so now any place had to be accepted. Sam's daily route passed the window of a sex shop, where Sam had already seen an advertisement a couple of weeks ago. The advertisement was looking for an organizer for a part-time employment relationship. Sam decided to go and ask if the position was still open and what skills would be needed. Sam was a 24-year-old, slightly overweight and medium-sized young man. Sam studied mathematics at university and he had only had sex with a few of his boyfriends. Always safely. The last relationship had already broken up half a year ago, so no one had been inside Sam for more than half a year. Sam is 100% bottom. Sam arrived at the sex shop and nervously went in to ask what was expected of the organizer. George, the owner of the sex shop, studied Sam and asked a few questions. In the end, George concluded that the role of organizer is a good fit for Sam. The task requires precision, so Sami, as a university student, will definitely succeed in it. George said that the task of the organizer is to participate in the organization of the weekly Thursday Roulettes. Sam already had time to think that perhaps studying mathematics is also useful in the roulettes organized. George asked Sam if he could start right away. Today is Tuesday, so Sam has plenty of time to join this week's Thursday roulette arrangements. George showed Sam the back room where the computer is used to manage the arrangements. The registrations will be sent to the email, which Sam should follow up. The registration period ends every week on Wednesday at 12 noon. Sam must always list the registered people in two different columns, one for bottoms and the other for tops. Sam must contact all the registered people personally and confirm their HIV status and make sure they are not using prep. The age of the bottoms must also be recorded in the list of registered participants. All HIV positive and using prep bottoms should be rejected. Sami must also confirm the HIV status from the top and those who are positive must be asked if they are taking medication. For positive unmedicated patients, Sam should record in the list what their viral load count is. At this stage, no top is rejected, but the accompanying information must be accurately recorded in the list. Next, George said that after the registration period ends, 8 bottoms will be selected from the list in order of age, meaning that the 8 youngest can always join. The next two are notified that they are on reserve. Choosing tops is a bit more complicated, but 10 are always chosen. First, 8 negative ones are chosen, but if the number is not full, then more tops are chosen that are medicated. Finally, the two tops with the two highest viral load counts are selected. When all the choices have been made, Sam should inform all the chosen ones that they have to come here to take an HIV rapid test on Thursday between 10 am and 2 pm. Sam should ensure that only the two selected positive tops show positive test results. If the test result of someone selected is incorrect, then Sam must look at the alternate person on the list and ask him to come and be tested immediately. When all the tests are done and show the right result, it's Sam's job to make sure that everyone knows to come to the right place, at the right time. Thursday roulettes are organized on the outskirts of the city in an industrial area, where a small industrial hall is rented. Thursday roulettes always start at exactly 18:00, when everyone must be there and ready. There are two doors in the hall, of which the bottoms use the one with the big 0 and the tops use the door with the 1. Sam's job is to receive the bottoms. Bottoms must take off their clothes completely. No more than socks and jockstraps can be left on. There are 8 fucking benches in a row in the room. Sam's job is to tie the bottoms to each one of the benches. The order of the bottoms does not matter. Meanwhile, the tops come off in another room. Naturally, the tops get to choose what to wear. But if someone has any tattoos or other marks that reveal their HIV status, they must be hidden. The idea is precisely that all tops look equal. When the clock strikes 18, the tops are let into the room where the bottoms are waiting. After that, all the tops can freely fuck the asshole that is free and that they want to fuck. There are only two absolute rules: 1. no rubbers. 2. the sperm must always go into the bottoms asshole. Roulette continues as long as even one top can fuck. It is desirable that each top inseminates at least two different holes, but that is up to the tops themselves. Sam stared at George with wide eyes. "But doesn't that run the risk of the virus from the viral tops moving on and infecting an innocent bottom?", Sam asked George. "What innocent bottom? They're all chasers," said George.

"Horde" is not a synonym for "majority". A large group of people can be a "horde" without being anywhere near a majority, or even a plurality. You are, of course, entitled to your opinion, whether it's that the 2020 election was stolen, that the earth is flat, that the moon is made of green cheese, or that there are secret cabals of globalist pedophiles operating from the basement of a basement-less pizza parlor in suburban Virginia. That doesn't mean anyone else has an obligation to respect that opinion, and yes, if it's a stupid one backed by no evidence whatsoever, I feel free to mock that opinion. I have no illusions of youth - I'm very up front about my age, my location, and so forth (unlike some people on here I could name, but won't). As for "bad" vs. "good" - in a political system like what we have in the United States, we frequently have to choose between two options, neither of which is 100% desirable. Rather than bitch, threaten to hold my breath till the choices improve, or stay home and complain that nobody is representing me, I always choose the least bad option, when there's no "good" option, and then work hard to press that least bad option to a better place. I think that's far more productive. As for your racist screed about immigration, well, I think that again shows your true colors, just like your "tranny" comment and a lot of other things you've said here. Again, you're entitled to your opinion, racist and ill-informed as it may be, but that doesn't mean I feel any obligation to respect it, or you. What I do have to do is treat you with respect - by not attacking you personally, only the (foul) ideas you spout.

@harrysmith25 - Had you simply focused on proposing your legitimate question as to how LGBT interests can remain vital and relevant in a shifting and polarized political climate, you might have found yourself taken mote seriously. As it is, you instead burdened your inquiry with hyperbole and a plethora of references and descriptions that betray strong political and social assumptions on your part. In a single screed you manage to find a way to be offensive to people on the political left (‘lefties’), Trans persons (‘trannies’), senior citizens (‘fickle as toddlers’), and by inference anyone who supports the current President. In particular, calling those on the left ‘bloodthirsty, nasty goons’ and piling absurd insults onto Biden (‘ornery, borderline-senile’) make it crystal clear that your political philosophy is not that of a reasonable centrist, but rather that of an entrenched partisan on the right. The most telling passage is where you suggest (and this appears to be the core of your argument) is that gay men need to find a target similar to JK Rowling to harrass in order to draw political attention - as though such negative tactics ever persuaded anyone if anything - any sensible person should reject that uncivil nonsense out-of-hand as nothing more than a furtherance of the trend toward collapse of civil public discourse. A trend aptly illustrated, by the way, by your over-the-top ad hominem attacks on anyone who challenges you - such tactics are the mark of someone with a limited capacity for rational debate. This isn’t an interpretation; this is a textual analysis of what you yourself wrote. If you come across as an insensitive right-wing reactionary, you have only your own words to blame. As @JimInWisc correctly notes, there are legitimate concerns for LGBT rights in many areas of the country, issues raised by the actions, or threatened actions not of the ‘lefties’, but of those on the political right. Your proposed solutions would only pour gasoline on a dumpster fire.

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Wasn’t the best M.A.L. weekend I’ve ever attended but it was still a good time. Took my sling and had a couple of gatherings in my 11th floor room facing the infamous catwalk. Made fast friends with a really nice couple comprised of a top with 9” and his very hot pig bottom lover and on Sunday spent some time with a very handsome Middle Easterner who resembled Omar Shariff at age 40. This guy had a good 10”. I don’t where these guys with these huge dicks are coming from but damn !

Joey..... Let's see if Dean's balls can work overtime 😉

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After some discussion, we have decided to leave this thread locked. If you want to talk about how excited you are about being Poz, you need to have that discussion in the Backroom. If you want to talk about potential or actual downsides about being Poz, please use the pinned thread below https://breeding.zone/topic/6154-poz-guys-any-regrets/

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You say that PrEP might cause further damage, which suggests the possibility that it might not. If this is the case, a reasoned decision may be helped by crunching the numbers - determine the likely percentage of risk that PrEP will harm you, and by how much, then balance that against the numeric chance of contracting HIV given your status as an unprotected Top fucking holes at the rate you fuck them, modified by the risk that the types of bottoms you fuck may be positive and infectious. Make a decision based on your level of relative risk. Bear in mind that regardless of the potential risk, it only takes one bad roll of the dice. As @BootmanLA says, you might go 20 years safely, but your bad number could also come up tomorrow, and all the weighing of risk will then be meaningless. In terms of concealing your sexual practice from your wife, being concerned only about how to keep her from finding out about the PrEP prescription seems a little short-sighted. If you fuck a lot of bottoms in dicey places, you likely stand a higher risk of contracting other STDs. You make no mention of how often you have sexual relations with your wife, but how do you propose to deal with a situation where it’s ‘Not tonight, dear, I have gonorrhea’? Any such infection is going to sideline you for at least 1-2 weeks while you’re being treated, and you may also have to either conceal or explain the doxycycline or other antibiotics you’re taking. Lies beget lies, and they tend to wriggle out in the open eventually. Which brings up the other element of risk to consider - what’s the risk to your marriage if your behavior becomes known? Fucking other holes bare and unprotected isn’t the first choice you make; the first choice is to fuck other holes at all. Is the possibility of losing your spouse one you’re willing to risk for the sake of male cunt? If not, then the whole conundrum you’re asking about is moot. Decide to forego the fucking in favor of being married, and you won’t have any need to decide about PrEP.

Fantastic story so far! 😈

Want to bury my tongue so fucking far up there!

All true, though I'd note that Palm Springs may also develop water troubles eventually, as some of their groundwater comes from the Colorado River, which also supplies much of Arizona's water (and California's, and other states'). Moreover, while Phoenix is indeed experiencing abnormal warming because it's so overbuilt, that's not necessarily the case for much of the rest of the state. Even areas around Tucson, which is the second-largest city, don't have quite the heat problems that Phoenix has - partly because Phoenix is at such a low elevation (Tucson is 1200 feet higher than Phoenix). Again, this isn't to dispute what you're saying, just noting that what's the case in one part of a state may be very different from another part - like the difference between right-wing redneck panhandle Florida and Fort Lauderdale.

Most importantly, are you within stumbling distance of a bathhouse? 🤣 In the past bathhouse options would have been a legitimate consideration of mine before buying a house. Post-Pandemic idk if I can count on one to remain open.

Part 2 The next few days were boring. Just some corporate profile pictures at some downtown office. The receptionist was hot and friendly thought. She gave me her Tiktok. I don’t have a phone. I barely afford my rent share with dad, a phone was definitely out of question. So I pretended I forgot it. On Friday, we spend the day at the studio cleaning the lens and other stuff. By 2, we were done. Leo invited me for a beer, but I had to decline as I did not have any money and pay day was only the following week. - You’re broke? No pocket change at all? - No, I reply blushing. In fact, I was wondering if I can get an advance, my rent is due Monday. Leo squinted at me for few seconds which made me blushing even more. I am sure my cheeks went crimson. - Why didn’t you say so? With that, he pulled out a roll of money and handed me $800 cash. This is for your week. - Euh… Really… thank you. I really appreciate it… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but shouldn’t it be 840$? - It should, but let say its to cover the interests. A problem? I just shook my head. I would have to manage carefully between pay days, I thought. *** The bar was only two doors down from the studio. You had to know it was there as there was no external sign. If you’d look carefully, there was an “open” neon in the window which seems to be turned on the low dim. The waitress was pretty skinny and had some charms for her. A lot of make-up, blond hair, high heels which cause her to arch her back, indecently accentuating a pair of breasts ready to pop out of her bra. - Is this a new one Leo? she asked with a faintly lisp. - Yep - Are you going to keep him this time? Leo look at her, than me. - Maybe - Maybe? I retorqued. I hope he was not considering firing me yet. - Well, he has a lot of potential and soon he might move on in a different path. A different path? With no college degree, no money, a whore as a dad, I don’t know how I could land on a more profitable job. - I will for sure follow his career. She left with our order, but not before giving me a wink and a finger at the corner of her mouth. I might stick around and score some pussy tonight. Or at least get my cock sucked. I adjusted myself down there. Leo was grinning at me. - She might not be your type, you know, but what ever your type is. Just saying. The bar was filling up with older and biker-gang guys grouping around the pool tables. We chit chat about anything as we drank our beer slowly. - I haven’t mentioned it before because I am not sure you would be ready, but since you seem short on money… I have a gig all day tomorrow and I can use some help. - All day? That meant $168. - It would pay you double. - I’m in, I blurt out immediately. My mind racking with all this extra money. Maybe I would be able to afford a new couch? Who knows? - Deal, then. Be at the studio at 6 tomorrow morning. Leo took a crisp twenty to pay the waitress. She waited for Leo to exit the bar. - Follow me. As soon as I enter the small room behind her, the waitress dealt with my belt and fished out my cock which went from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. Fuck! I had few girls that went down on me, but this one was a keeper for sure. Best blow job ever. The sad thing about it is it was over too soon. She gave a small peck on my lips - See you soon, I hope, and went back serving the patrons. - Euh, yeah I would like that… Eh what’s your name? - Around here, they called me Prissy. I went home smiling like a guy that just won a million dollars.

MORE....and yes, DARKER!

Chapter 2: The Secret Dean suddenly appeared in a hotel room in Edmonton, in the same split second as he vanished from the staircase outside Joey’s apartment in Montreal – thousands of kilometres and two time zones farther east. He glanced around, recognized his bags, and heaved a sigh of relief. It had worked again. Of course, there was always a risk that it would go wrong. It had, a few times. Once or twice, he had even committed the ultimate faux pas by winding up in another country – which meant that he was there without having legally entered and without a passport. He’d undoubtedly be breaking the law by doing so, no matter where he went. Sure, if he got arrested, he could always escape from custody the same way he arrived, but that would definitely blow his cover – and this was the one thing he was determined not to do. He looked out the window, scowling in displeasure at the flying clouds of snow flickering in the streetlights far below. Edmonton was one place he hated to get stuck in the winter, even if it was good for business. Everyone always said Winnipeg was worse, but for Dean it was a 50-50. He needed some sun in the worst way. But for now, he had to get some sleep, so he’d be ready to travel home tomorrow. He stripped off his clothes, right down to his tight shorts. He hesitated a second, and then peeled those off too. Climbing into bed, he pulled up the sheet – and then realized that he was still thinking about Joey, and it was making him hard again. Joey had definitely been one of the hottest fucks he’d enjoyed in many a moon. He lay there, idly stroking, enjoying the vision in his head of Joey being there in the room with him, sucking him off. He stroked his cock harder, faster, peeling the sheet back again as he neared his climax. In his mind, the dream rolled on until he grabbed his cock, jerking hard, and unloaded all over Joey’s beautiful face with his puppy dog eyes shut to avoid getting stung by the cum. Dean ran his hands up and down his body, smearing his cum all over himself, and fell asleep like that. In the morning, he enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and then packed up his last items and got a cab for the long, long ride out to the airport. Like so many other travelers before him, he couldn’t help wondering why the airport had been built so many miles out in the farmland surrounding the city. Eventually, he got checked in for his flight. Two planes, a two-hour layover, and not so much as a single hot flight attendant later, Dean finally staggered off the second flight of the day in San Diego. It was just on sunset, but the air was comfortably warmer than it had been that morning in Edmonton (it would have been hard to be much colder, he thought). He grabbed his car from the parking garage, drove north with no more than the usual crazy traffic to his home in a modern suburb of Carlsbad, walked into his house, put down his bags with a sigh of relief – and found a woman, a blue-eyed blonde, sitting there, waiting for him. “Well, what’s made you look so wiped out?” “As if you didn’t know, Dayna. It’s been a long day of travel.” “I don’t know why you don’t just blink.” “Riiiight. And have the authorities of two countries all on the hunt for me because I didn’t enter America properly. You know I never, ever take chances with the TSA and Homeland Security.” He flopped into his favourite armchair. He then noticed that Dayna had two tall glasses of something that looked very cool and refreshing in front of her. Before he had a chance to make a barbed comment, she closed her eyes for a second – and one of the drinks vanished, only to reappear, instantly, on the table at Dean’s elbow. “Thanks, Dayna.” He sipped the cocktail appreciatively. “That really hits the spot.” “You’re welcome.” “I get so tired of it sometimes. I’ll bet you do, too.” “Of what?” “You know. The constant mental precautions. The careful policing of your own thoughts every second of the day.” “Honestly, Dean, I think you have it worse. If I shift something at the wrong time, I can probably shift it right back without anyone noticing. But you… hell, if you shift yourself, there’s practically no way you can set it straight without being noticed, at one place or the other.” “Trust me, it’s happened a few times – starting right on the day I did it for the first time.” Dean thought for a minute, and then giggled. “Did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally did it in the deep end of the pool at the country club, and suddenly appeared, dripping wet in my speedos, in the members’ lounge?” “Why did you do that? You idiot!” “Oh, it wasn’t intentional. I just let my guard down at the end of the first ten laps because the water felt so good – and I started thinking I should visit the bar in the lounge as my next stop after I’d finished my workout.” That set Dayna giggling too. “I’d have liked to be a fly on the wall for that one.” “As far as I know, the only person who spotted me was Jaysen Macaleister.” “Was he in his usual fully lubricated condition?” “Affirmative. So I took a deep breath and got back underwater in the deep end of the pool pronto – and got away with it. I mean, who’s he ever going to tell that to?” “And even if he did, they’d just think he dreamed the whole thing because he was in his cups and had a serious case of the hots for you.” “Which he does.” They both laughed again. But then Dayna became serious once more. “You know, Dean, we crack jokes about this all the time, but what do we do if someone actually catches one of us in the act and calls in some official interference?” “I don’t know, Dayna. I’ve had my mind preoccupied with finding out how or why this happened to both of us.” “Well, it’s pretty obvious that it happened to both of us because we’re twins. Otherwise, I would have said that something this good should only happen to the intelligent one – which doesn’t happen to mean you.” “Smart ass.” “I’ll give you smart. But seriously, Dean, I’m getting nervous. It’s a feeling that’s been growing on me all year. Please, be extra-extra careful with it for the next while, will you?” “Is this why you came to see me?” “Yes. No particularly clear information, just a sense that the clock is ticking, and time is running out – for both of us.” “Okay. I’ll be careful – and so will you, of course.” Mentally, Dean shelved the visit he’d been planning on making to the baths tonight. He wasn’t sure how much good he could have done there anyway, being still so drained – in more than one sense – from his escapade with Joey. He walked Dayna to the door, and hugged her goodnight, wondering as he did why he hadn’t seen her car. But there it was on the driveway, behind his – and it definitely hadn’t been parked there when he’d come home. Good thing the driveway was well shielded with trees. He chuckled again at his sister’s finesse. Dean sat down again in his favourite armchair and sipped at the drink Dayna had made him. He was thinking back over the whole span of his life. Apart from the absence of his father, who had left his mother when the twins were two years old, it had been the most normal, unremarkable life until he was fourteen years old. Puberty hit Dean faster than it did many contemporaries, and he knew that his dick was the subject of much awed speculation in the locker room because it grew so far and so fast. His friends all thought it was just because of their normal, sleazy locker room chatter about girls, but Dean had already fallen into his first infatuation, fallen hard, with a well-built older boy as the object of his lust. He and Mike belonged to the same swimming club, but Mike was much older – nineteen or so. Just thinking about Mike’s slab-like pecs and abs or the healthy bulge in his speedo was enough to get Dean revved up, and he knew damn well exactly what he wanted to do to Mike and get Mike to do to him. That, of course, had made swimming practices doubly hard for Dean, as anyone who’s ever tried to conceal a hard-on in a speedo will know. He had been fearfully embarrassed when Dayna had walked into his room without knocking and caught him jerking off to a picture of Mike in the photo pages of the previous year’s club yearbook. It hadn’t fazed her at all, and she wasn’t even particularly surprised to find that Dean was gay. But he’d still felt embarrassed about it. Even more unnerving than the realization that he was gay had been the other discovery which he’d had the same year. A group of his friends were going to a movie at a multiplex downtown and Dean hadn’t had enough money to go (his single mom was struggling to make ends meet and he couldn’t ask her). He’d sat in his room with his eyes closed, feeling sorry for himself and wishing he could go with his friends to see the movie…. …and was startled by a sudden loud rumble of traffic noise. He’d opened his eyes to find that he was standing on the sidewalk outside the multiplex. He was so shocked that it was all he could do to look around. He could see his friends approaching along the sidewalk, about a block away. But suddenly, Dean didn’t want to go to the movie after all. He was too scared by what had just happened, and he needed time to think. He turned away and walked quickly, past the theatre entrance and around the corner, until he came to a dark alleyway. It was bare and deserted, no hiding places for anyone who might be planning to jump him. Dean puzzled over what had just happened. All he could think of was that he’d had his eyes closed and was wishing he could go to the movie. Then he thought, Wait a minute, I actually pictured myself walking up to the theatre with my friends. Let’s see, now…. He closed his eyes again and pictured his bedroom. The city noises abruptly vanished. He opened his eyes and, sure enough, he was right back at home, sitting exactly where he had been just a couple of minutes earlier. Wow. This is so freaking weird. Try another one. Dean had a favourite place he loved to go – a spot in a nearby park where a small stream flowed over a little waterfall and under a footbridge. Whenever life got to be too much for him, he would ride there on his bike and sit on the bank, listening to the gentle chuckling music of the stream flowing over the small falls. He closed his eyes, pictured the spot, and immediately heard the familiar song of the flowing stream. He opened his eyes long enough to verify that he was in the right place, so to speak, and found an elderly couple who were walking in the park staring at him curiously from the bridge. Panicking, he quickly closed his eyes and visualized his room again. And again it worked. He sat there, shaking and breathing deeply, trying to steady himself. What had he just discovered about himself? Was it a fluke? Was it going to last? Why had it happened? So many questions and no answers. Dean needed in the worst way to talk to someone, and “someone” could only be his twin sister. He walked down the hall, took a deep breath, and knocked on her door. “Come in.” He went in and sat down on the chair. Dayna was sitting up on her bed, busily engaged in painting her fingernails. “Dayna, I’ve just had the weirdest experience.” “Do tell.” This, in a classic disinterested teenager voice. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll show you. But you’d better stop painting your nails for a minute.” He pictured himself at the far end of the room, behind Dayna, and closed his eyes for a moment. “Dean?” “Right here, behind you.” She spun around to see him standing by the window. Then he closed his eyes and vanished again, to meet her eyes when she turned back around and saw him sitting calmly on the chair. “Very clever, Dean.” Dean was surprised mainly because Dayna didn’t look surprised. “Now, smart boy, watch this.” She closed her eyes for a split second, and a neatly folded blanket on the foot of the bed vanished, to reappear draped across Dean’s lap. Another second and it was back on the bed. “Dayna, what the hell is going on with us?” “I don’t know. Tell me now what happened to you.” Dean told her the whole story about the movie theatre and the park. Her eyes widened when he mentioned the elderly couple who’d seen him. “Shit, Dean, now that’s scary. Did you know them?” “I don’t think so.” “Better hope they didn’t recognize you.” Now Dean was beginning to feel a bit scared too. Her tone of voice was so serious, unusually so for Dayna, and it was clear that she was frightened for him. But he had another question that he wanted to ask her. “Dayna, have you ever moved yourself somewhere else the way I did?” “No, But I’ve never tried.” “Try it now. Just picture yourself being somewhere else, some specific place.” She closed her eyes, but nothing happened. “Nope. What about you, Dean? Can you move the blanket like I did?” He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and looked. “Only by getting up and grabbing it.” “Interesting. So each of us has a weird kind of power of shifting from place to place, similar but not identical – because I can shift objects, but you can shift yourself.” “I just found this out half an hour ago. Dayna, how long have you known?” “About a year now. Oh, wait, there’s a thought….” “What do you mean?” “Dean, it hit both of us right when we were in the middle of going through puberty. Whatever it is or whatever causes it, it seems that puberty is the trigger.” Just then, the door opened, and their mother stuck her head in. “Ah-hah! What are you two troublemakers cooking up now?” Dayna emitted a monumental sigh and rolled her eyes as only a fourteen-year old girl can do. “Mom, whatever!” Dean merely laughed. “Can you both be ready for six o’clock? We’re going out for dinner tonight.” Two affirmatives and two nods later, and the door closed again. Dean thought for a few moments. “Dayna, do you think we could ask her?” “Not much point. She’s far too preoccupied right now to want to hear about our worries. Ross.” Dean nodded. Ross was a handsome man a few years older than their mother who had met her a few months earlier – and was mightily taken with her. Dayna and Dean (Dayna especially) had been all set to dislike him when their mother informed her that they were going to meet her new “special friend,” as she put it, but to their surprise Ross had turned out to be a likable, easy-going guy who talked to the kids almost as equals, not patronizing them or trying to assume any kind of control over them. It had also helped that Ross was plainly a man of considerable means and enjoyed taking all three of them out to dinner every couple of weeks. Of course, he took their mother, Deidra, out much more often until the point where he had proposed. Dean and Dayna shelved their conversation while they prepared to go out, but it was a conversation often resumed in the weeks and months ahead as they tried to decide – as a team – how to handle the bizarre twist of fate that had landed them with these peculiar powers. Two things had become very clear to both of them. One was that they had to control what they were thinking very carefully so they wouldn’t end up accidentally causing an incident. The other was that they both had to be super-cautious about not letting anyone catch them exercising their powers. Dean hadn’t fully realized the importance of this at first, but Dayna had brought him down to earth with a bump by mentioning medical science and dissection tables – in somewhat gruesome detail. When they were sixteen years old, their lives suddenly and abruptly changed. Ross and Deidra got married, and suddenly the twins found themselves yanked out of their bland, boring middle-class existence in Los Angeles and landed in a beautiful hilltop ranch bungalow in San Diego, with a big infinity pool outside and a splendid view of the Pacific Ocean beyond. It wasn’t easy for them to make friends in this kind of environment, in part because they were outsiders in a very self-contained and self-aware social world, but also because of their secret. Ross had enrolled both of them as individual members of his country club, sponsoring them and paying their entrance fees and the first ten years of annual subscription without even batting an eye. Dean made more use of the club than Dayna, as a rule, since he loved swimming so much. There was a beautiful fifty-metre outdoor pool close by the club house, and Dean could often be found in it, swimming in the lap lanes. Dayna would more likely be seen sunning herself on one of the loungers. In the end, they had decided not to tell anyone but to keep the secret strictly to themselves for the time being. Life rolled on, with Dayna quickly becoming a star-in-waiting at her new community theatre company, and Dean fitting in better at his new swim club than at school. He did some fooling around with a couple of other swim club members, mostly involving hurried and clandestine circle jerks and sucking off. Then it came time to go to university, and Dean had actually gotten a swimming scholarship at a small university. There, he had made many friends, more than he’d ever had in his life actually, and had gotten into some much more serious sexual activity with teammates and with other guys he’d met at the campus bars. Dean knew perfectly well that he wanted to get fucked, but it seemed that all the gay guys he met were exclusively bottoms. His cock didn’t mind working over a series of hot holes at all and he grew to relish the fun of blasting a hot load inside a tight young ass, but his own ass felt somewhat neglected and needy. Dean had to resort to playing with toys while waiting and hoping for a Top Prince Charming to appear and sweep him off his feet. It finally happened in his third year at school, when his college had a dual meet with the swim team of one of the big universities in Los Angeles. And there, to his surprise, was his old youthful crush Mike, now looking even hotter and sexier as an assistant coach of the opposing team. Dean had set good times throughout the meet and had swum to first place in the 100m breaststroke final. As he’d climbed down from the podium, Mike had been right there, congratulating one of his own team on a personal best time. Then he’d turned to Dean and shaken his hand, grinning as he did so in a meaning way that said, “I remember you, and I know what you wanted to do. It’s time.” It was a good thing Dean was finished competing for the weekend, because that look would have ruined his concentration and his technique completely. There were still one or two events to go, but Dean wandered over to the spa tub by the diving tower. It was empty because there were no diving events this week. He sank gratefully into the warm water, feeling the pulsing jets, and leaned back against the side with his eyes closed. No fear of accidentally ending up somewhere else – Dean’s entire mind was filled with images of Mike, his massive chest and solid abs clearly on view through a tight white tee shirt, his cock bulging noticeably in his deck shorts. And then, memories of Mike at a younger age, when Dean was just discovering himself as gay, and watching Mike strutting his stuff around the pool in the club speedos. Suddenly, his reverie was broken by a deep voice. “Okay if I join?” Dean’s eyes snapped open to find Mike grinning down at him, stripped down to a speedo. It was a very knowing and appreciative grin – which is when Dean realized that he was busy rubbing his cock bulge and it had become painfully hard. It was immediately obvious that Mike was enjoying the sight very much, as his own cock was making a distinct lump in his tight suit. Dean nodded, and Mike dropped down into the tub, sitting down in a carefully chosen spot – close enough to reach, far enough to conceal his intentions from any nosy third parties. They exchanged quick catch-up bulletins about what they’d each been doing for the last half-dozen years. While they were chatting, Dean found it increasingly difficult to keep the thread of the conversation going as Mike’s foot had begun rubbing insistently against the front of his suit. After fifteen minutes or so, Mike hauled himself out and quickly grabbed a towel. Dean followed his example, and then Mike said, “Come on – let’s hit the showers.” As they were walking towards the change rooms, Mike added meaningly, “The best part of this facility is that the shower cubicles are nice and big.” Dean grinned. Mike led the way to the last shower cubicle at the far end of the empty shower area, and pulled the curtain closed as soon as they were both inside, then turned on the water. He grabbed Dean and pulled him under the spray, kissing him forcefully as he ground his bulge against Dean’s. After making out for a minute or so, he broke the kiss and gasped out, “On your knees and show me what you can do!” Dean understood that Mike was going to be calling all the shots and he dropped down onto the floor, then wrapped his mouth around the bulge in Mike’s wet swimsuit, sucking on it and blowing hot air into it. The combination of heat and moisture caused Mike’s tool to jump and pulsate a few times, and Dean could taste the sweetness of Mike’s precum as he slurped away at the soaking-wet material. That taste inspired him to get rid of the obstacle, and he fished out the drawstrings of Mike’s speedo, untied them, and pulled the suit out to clear Mike’s erect cock before sliding it down to the floor. He then took Mike in his hand, sucking and slurping at the juice oozing out of the head, and then taking the shaft into his mouth. Mike groaned audibly above him as Dean began going right to town on his dick. He might never have been fucked, but he was definitely an experienced and skillful cocksucker by now, and he gave Mike’s eight-incher the full treatment, while Mike grabbed the back of his head to guide him up and down. Before long, Mike moaned that he was about to cum, but Dean kept right on going until Mike’s tool convulsed in his mouth, jetting a big load of man cream into Dean’s throat. Dean busily sucked and swallowed until Mike’s orgasm finally died away. Then he got to his feet, ready to go and shower on his own in another cubicle – but Mike stopped him. “Where do you think you’re heading off to? Get back in here.” Mike then dropped onto the floor and returned the treatment in full, and Dean realized that Mike might want to be in control, but he was prepared to give and take. In this case, he gave Dean’s cock an epic tongue bath and full suction therapy, and it wasn’t long before he got to take it all as Dean’s excitement overcame him, and his dick fired off several spurts into Mike’s busily working mouth. At that, Dean felt sure that the games were over, but he was wrong again. “Come on back to my place. You got wheels?” “No. I came on the bus.” “I’ll take you, then.” It took about fifteen minutes for them to clean up for real, dry off, get dressed, and get out to Mike’s car. It then took a mere five minutes for Mike, a classic California maniac driver, to get them to his apartment. Once they were into his bedroom, they resumed making out as they got undressed again. This time, it was Dean who was stripped all the way down first as Mike couldn’t wait to get at his buns. Mike all but tore Dean’s briefs off in his rush to explore that sexy ass. In a moment, he had his face buried in between Dean’s nicely rounded cheeks and was kissing and licking Dean’s hole for all he was worth. Dean was in heaven, discovering new and astonishing sensations every moment as Mike worked on his cheeks and hole for all he was worth. Then Mike decided it was time to work a finger inside Dean -- and got a surprise. The hole refused to give. He tried again and got the same response. “Uhh, dude, you’re gonna have to relax a bit, I can’t even get a finger into you.” “I’m trying, Mike, I really am.” “Holy shit, are you telling me you’re a fucking virgin?” “Yeah, that’s right.” “Okay, we’re definitely going to need some more help here. Lie on the bed, face up.” Dean did as he was told, while Mike opened the bedtable drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. “Okay, man, lift your legs up and apart.” Dean complied. Mike squirted a generous glob of lube onto his fingers, smearing some of it on Dean’s tight knot. Dean sighed at the cool sensation of the gel on him. Mike slid a finger into the pool of lube, and then began rubbing it back and forth over that tight little button until it gradually softened and began to twitch. Then he pushed a bit and the tip of his finger popped right in, boldly going where no man had gone before. Mike kept twisting his finger around in Dean’s ass, working the hole and encouraging it to flex as he told Dean to “Just keep breathing deeply and slowly.” It was working. Dean’s hole was slowly relaxing its death grip on Mike’s finger, and in another minute Mike was able to slide a second finger in alongside the first. After a few more minutes, Mike felt that Dean was about as ready as he could be. He asked, “Are you ready for my cock now, Dean?” “Fuck, Mike, I’ve been ready for that cock for years. Yeah, I want it. Give it to me now.” Mike planted the tip of his rigid cock against Dean’s hole, told him again to relax and breathe deeply, and began to push. It took a minute of steady pressure, and then Dean’s hole yielded, and Mike was inside him. Dean gasped from the pain, even though he wanted to scream. Mike’s dick was neither short nor thin, and his hole was desperately trying to squeeze the intruder back out. But at the same time, Dean knew that he needed this, that he wanted it, that Mike was taking him through the last and biggest rite of passage of being a full-fledged active gay man. Tears stood in Dean’s eyes and sweat beaded his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take it out?” “Hell, no! It hurts, but don’t stop. Get that thing all the way inside me and fill me up with your load. I want it!” Mike kept leaning against the pressure, and slowly his dick slid farther and farther up the channel until his entire eight inches was buried inside Dean, and his pelvis was pressed right against Dean’s ass cheeks. Then Mike laid down on top of Dean and began making out with him some more – a good choice, since the passionate kissing action took Dean’s mind off the battle down below. Eventually, Dean’s muscles stopped fighting against Mike, and he was able to begin sliding out and then back in. Mike was a considerate fucker, and was deliberately going slow and easy, both to let Dean get used to the whole sensation of being fucked, and to let himself keep making out with Dean while he was fucking. At last, Dean opened his eyes, looked at Mike, and said, “Okay, Mike, I’m ready. Give me my first real fucking.” With that permission, Mike geared up and really went nuts in Dean’s ass, pounding fast and hard and deep. He rolled Dean onto his side and spooned him. He rolled Dean onto his face and drove his meat down into that no-longer-virgin hole, He pulled Dean up onto all fours and drove straight into him from behind. Dean was rapidly learning how to work his ass muscles on the cock inside him, and Mike moaned his approval as Dean’s hole stroked and milked him. It was too good to last long. Mike pushed Dean down onto his face again and hammered down into him, bottoming out with every stroke and bouncing off Dean’s prostate. Dean suddenly arched his pelvis upwards, cried out, “Cumming!”, and proceeded to blow his first-ever hands-free cum all over Mike’s bed sheets. The sudden contractions of his hole triggered Mike, and in another moment Dean was taking the first load of his life deep inside his ass. The sheer energy of the fuck had both of them breathing deep and hard as they flopped onto the bed again. Mike was still on top of Dean, and Dean loved that closeness, as well as the way Mike nuzzled at the side of his face until he turned his head so they could kiss again. At last, Dean spoke. “Oh, fuck, that was amazing. Thanks, Mike. I so needed that.” Mike laughed. “You’re welcome. But don’t think you’re off the hook. Look at the time! We need to get some food, and then it’s your turn to return the favour. Pizza?” Pizza it was. They scarfed a whole extra-large pie, downed a couple of beers each, and headed right back to bed, where Dean returned the favour, demonstrating his much more advanced top skills in Mike’s firm, round, muscular ass. After each of them had cum again, their third loads of the day, they were both feeling sleepy. Mike said, “Stay if you like,” and Dean consented, snuggling up against Mike as Mike pulled the sheet up over them.” Dean’s last thought as he dozed off was, “What a day. First place finish, first time getting fucked, and first sleepover with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.” In the morning, Mike whipped up some killer French toast for breakfast. That and a big pot of coffee set both of them up for another day. “Can I drop you anywhere?” “No, thanks, Mike, just point me to the nearest bus stop. My place is off on the other side of town anyway.” “Okay. But I’d be happy to get together with you and do this again if you feel like it.” Dean eagerly nodded, and they swapped numbers. Then Mike accompanied him to the door, and they exchanged one more deep kiss before Dean waved goodbye and sauntered off down the hall. Of course, he had no intention of walking to, let alone getting on, the bus. As soon as Mike closed the door, he dodged into the stairwell, closed his eyes, and disappeared.

Chapter 40: Happily ever after Needless to say the reception was a blast. The doctor had a few crazy ideas in mind. The craziest was that rather than feeding each other cake, we would feed each other our cum. We stood at the front jacking our cocks and "frosting" each other! It was awesome seeing old fuck buds and family enjoying each other. After the reception, the three of us shared an amazing life together. The lives of all involved changed also though. The doctor closed his medical practice, but turned his office into what I'd say was similar to an adult book store. Of course he kept the exam room, which went for a premium price! Although he and the three of us eventually went back on meds, he offered a pozzing service for those that were true chasers. We agreed to help with that service and go on med holidays as needed. The pizza boy and my old roomie became boyfriends. Pizza boy found plenty of guys for the two of them to breed. When he made any deliveries, he made sure to look around and see if there were any signs that his customers were gay, and then told them about the double pepperoni special they had. Surely he would never come across customers like us, or would he? My old roomie and him decided that they would have an open relationship, but any hookups from deliveries would be strictly with both of them. The also decided on a don't ask don't tell commitment. If a customer did ask, they would say they are both poz. As he told me, hardly anyone ever asked, and he was sure that several customers were gifted by them. My brother and his partner decided to get married, and asked the doctor to perform another amazing ceremony. Not sure how he will top ours, but anxious to see! Financially the three of us were struggling, until the waiters dad stepped in to help us. He had a "mother in law" suite on his property which he gave us. It wasn't really just a suite, but a comfortable home. Perhaps it was for selfish reasons, as he often visited for sex, but who cared! Sadly my dads wife passed, but he decided to buy a place close to us, and become a business partner with the doctor. It ended up to be more than that as they moved in together! Oh how this sleepy college town had changed! It has become a TOTALLY POSITIVE ending! Thanks for following along!

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 12. Mark asked how Tom felt about being fucked. Tom told Mark that he was almost in heaven and he had never felt anything so exciting. Mark said he knows the feeling, but he's sure there's another way to take the feeling even higher. Mark held up the leather blindfolds for Tom to see. Mark said that he was sure that blindfolded, Tom would be freed from all distractions and would be able to focus completely on what gives him the greatest satisfaction. Just to feel the throbbing cocks in Tom's ass. Tom was so horny again that he didn't remember to use his little brain. Mark handed the blindfolds to a man standing nearby, who secured the blindfolds to Tom's eyes. Again, Mark had been right. Tom was able to focus much more intensely on the rubbing sensation that Mark's cock was creating in Tom's ass. Tom could also hear the sounds around him better than before. The jingle of sling chains and the chattering comments of the men around. Suddenly Mark pulled out of Tom's ass and said that Tom's ass feels so good that he has to take a little break. Mark said he doesn't want to spray his sperm too fast. Tom's disappointment didn't last long as he felt the new cock on his ass and soon inside him. Tom guessed that this cock was shorter, but slightly thicker than Mark's. Very quickly the man grunted loudly and Tom felt the sperm squirt inside him. Again, the public made noise. "Yeah give him the seed", "Fill him up", "What a happy slut", "He needs more"... Tom flew in his own spheres. He could no longer keep count of how many different cocks had been thrust into him and how many loads of cum had been injected into his bare ass. Tom was also surprised that more men knew about Tom's birthday. Several men growled at the moment of releasing "take my gift". Mark had to tell the men that Tom had just turned 18 when they wanted to celebrate Tom with their gift.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 9. Mark told Tom it was time for them to go. The clerk said wait a minute. He has something to give Tom. Tom has been so brisk that he has earned a small gift. Clerk unbuttoned his leather pants and lowered them to his ankles. Tom stared at the man's long and thin cock, which hung limply between the man's thin legs. The clerk bent down a little and pulled an average cock-sized butt plug out of his own ass. With one good push, the clerk plunged the slimy butt plug straight into Tom's ass. "This will keep all those precious liquids inside you better," grumbled the clerk. The clerk pulled his leather pants back up and buttoned the front. Mark patted the bottom of the butt plug and let Tom know it was time to go. In the car, the butt plug stretched Tom's hole and every bump in the road felt divine in Tom's anus. Soon Mark drove his car into the yard of his own house. The front yard of the two-story detached house was sheltered, so it didn't matter if Tom was still wearing nothing but his old jocks. At the house, Mark gave Tom something to eat and drink. After eating, Mark led Tom into the bedroom. There was a very large bed in the bedroom, where four adult men could have slept well. Mark took off Tom's jocks ja Tom and Mark settled down on the bed to rest. Mark turned on the big LED TV and soon a movie started playing on the screen. Mark said that the main star of the movie was porn actress Blake Daniels. Blake Daniels looked a lot like Tom. They both had the same Body Structure and both were very pale and almost hairless. Blake could have been Tom's older brother. In the film, a completely naked Blake lay in a sling with his legs up. One after another, the big-cocked men fucked and cummed on Blake's ass. Secretly, Tom admired Blake, who seemed to be voraciously enjoying every load of cum he received. Tom even imagined himself in Daniel's place in the sling and offering his bare ass to all the men. It was clear as day that Bottom's unprotected ass was the only place where all the hot loads of cum would end up. Mark let out a horny moan and breathed through Tom's spermy jockstraps. Tom's own cock was standing rock hard and he couldn't help but jerk it off as he watched the movie. Suddenly his whole body stiffened as his cock blasted all the sperm in a huge shower onto Tom's own hair, face and stomach. That was the biggest load Tom had ever shot. Mark immediately put Tom's sperm in his mouth and then fed the sperm to Tom. Tom was again surprised how uninhibited sex between two men can be. When all the sperm had been cleaned, Tom and Mark fell asleep on each other's laps in Mark's big bed. The ass plug given by the clerk still kept the nasty man's deposit deep in Tom's ass.

Big fan of Alex Roman. Nice silky pussy.

I despise this topic being in the HIV and Sexual Health section because the title basically begs the ignoramuses to crawl out if the woodwork and regurgitate still more pro-pozzing blather as if it were an equally valid point of view, just another lifestyle choice like deciding how to wear your hair, instead of a question that bears on the health of not only the individual but every person the individual has intimate contact with. Statements along the lines of “I’m now enjoying fucking freely in my permanent pursuit of pleasure” or “I got a prescription for PrEP but didn’t bother to fill it because there’s no need - I’m now free to be fucked by everyone” make me grind my teeth. Permanent pursuit of pleasure? No need of prevention because you’ve arrived at Shangri-Fucking-La? This is what is going to happen - you’re going to fuck and celebrate how glorious it is to be poz, and fuck some more, and tell everyone how lucky you are… and then one day, out of the blue, you’ll get a headache. Or a cough. And that headache or that cough will get bad enough that you have to go to the doctor. And the doctor will check you out, and his brow will crease, because this is no ordinary headache, no ordinary cough. They’ll run a few tests. Then they’ll run a few more. Then you get a fever, and the doctor decides you need to go to the hospital. By this point the headache feels like hammers in your skull. After a couple of days in the hospital, where you’re hooked up to IVs, you wake up to find a row of specialists at your bedside. They say, “Sir, we’re sorry to have to tell you that you have AIDS. Your immune system has been decimated and you are suffering from fungal meningitis. We will do what we can to save you. Right now, you must go to have fluid drained from your spine.” What? How can that be? You’re poz! You’re free! You’re permanently in the clear to live it up, and fuck every day with abandon, living every day as though it were your last. Well, guess what. That night, you have a stroke, brought on by the fungal meningitis that you got because the HIV you wanted so much ate your body’s defenses down to nothing. Maybe you don’t survive the stroke. Maybe you do, but you can’t walk straight, or talk right, or sign your own name anymore, or remember how to finish sentences when you’re talking. But hey, you’re alive. You get to go home. But things aren’t the same. You feel like absolute shit, you have no energy at all, and that sweet toned ass you were so keen to show off loses its tone because you just can’t exercise - you have no energy, and you’ve lost your balance. You wanted permanent? Sweetie, you’ve got permanent now, big-time. The damage to your body you get to live with from now on. No need for pills? Au contraire, mon frére - now you must take your ART pill every fucking day without fail, or the poz you wanted so much will take any opportunity it can get to pick up right where it left off killing you. And then you get shingles, because your body forgot you had chicken pox as a kid. And your junk gets covered with molluscum for months, which nobody with a healthy immune system gets because a healthy immune system can beat molluscum easy. You just don’t have one. In fact, you’re going to have to get quite a few vaccinations just to cover the absolute minimum that an immune system has to do until your body fights its way back to some kind of immune competence. Which could take months. Or years. You’ll see a lot of doctors, and you’ll see them often. Hope you’ve got good insurance and a really understanding employer, because you’re going to need some time off work. Like, a lot of time off work. Depending on how bad the stroke was, maybe permanent time off work, but hey - you’re all about permanence, right? So bonus! Fast-forward a few years. Maybe you’ve recovered most of the function you lost from the stroke, but your body will never be what it used to be. Neither will your immune system, which has struggled to get close to what would be the minimum normal for anyone healthy. You get sick a lot. You have to be careful. You’re back to fucking - hey, why not, you’re poz! Free as fuck to indulge in your permanent search for pleasure. Except you get tired more easily, and your body isn’t as attractive and never will be again, and in the back of your mind every evening, you think Don’t forget to take your pill. Because now, you never, ever, ever forget that you are HIV Positive. It’s with you always, and most of the time there’s not one thing sexy about it. It’s the millstone around your neck you can never take off. And as if it weren’t bad enough that you’re willing to do this to yourselves, some of you are perfectly willing to irresponsibly pass your contagion on to others because you can’t be fucking bothered. Worse still, there are sick, psychopathic motherfuckers who want to intentionally inflict all of that on somebody else. If you are one such person, please, please go straight to hell. I mean, why wait? And can we please dispense with that ridiculous tripe about how anybody who walks into a bathhouse has to expect to be exposed to pozzing? NO, We DON’T. These arguments are nothing more than apologists for giver/chasers who believe they ought to be allowed to indulge their insane fetish in the population at large, and infect people at random in a setting where they are at their most vulnerable. Yes, when I go ass-up at a bathhouse I’m aware of and accept the risk that STDs may be in circulation, but there is no reason that the community has to tolerate the inflicted harm - not risk, inflicted harm - of untreated poz men who either by negligence or intent pass on their disease to the unwary. Another poster above apologized that his answer might not be exciting. You’re not getting an apology from me. What you just read is what I’ve lived. No, it’s not fucking exciting. Learn the difference between reality and fantasy before it kills you.

OK, now an update...after I left the room the other night, I went for my next room to give the usually sponge bath. I enter the room and Alex said he was hoping I was on duty and was looking forward to his bath. We made formal introductions and I preceded to undress him. As soon as I turned around and bent down to picj up his remote contro, that fell on the floor, he reached out and put his hand on my ass and squeezed my butt cheek. I let hin fondle it some, as he said that feels really good. I told him at least let me close the door and draw the curtain to give us some privacy. His face lit up with a smile, so I closed the door and pulled the curtain around us. I walk back around to the other side of the bed since he was right handed. Once there he was holding his hand out for me to back my ass onto it, and just before I did, I lowered my scrub pants, so he could have my bare ass to rub. As he did, he slid his fingers to my hole, which was still wet with cum I got from his next door neighbor just 20 mins prior. When he slid a finger in, he commented on how wet I was inside, and asked me why I was so wet? I looked him in the eyes and said .."Do you think your the only one here who gets a bath with me?". His cock stood up then. He asked what he needed to do to get a happy ending to his bath, and I said if he could get it inside of me, he may have a happy ending. He told me he is full blown AIDS, and I told him then, does that mean you do not want your happy ending? He said, hell no, He wanted the happy ending. He moved his sheets back and I moved his legs over the side of the bed, I leaned over the mattress and looked him into the eyes, and said..."Come on, hold onto me to steady yourself, and fuck me now". He did as I asked and in 30 seconds, has pushing his 9" prime meat up into my wet ass. He asked if was able to cum in me, and I told him yes, we do not want to leave a mess on the floor or sheets. He fucked me deep for about 1 minute straight and told me he was going to cum...I said "give it all to me deep". I could feel about 9-10 of pulses of his cock and the warm jets of his poz seeds squirting up into me. When he finished, he pulled out slowly and I knew I had all of him in me then. I turned to give him a kiss, and he wrapped his arm around me to pull me tight to him and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Our lips were glued together passionately for about 2 minutes straight. Our tongues wrapped together and I would suck on his tongue like a small cock. My precum was leaking and he asked to suck my cock too...since I was hard. He sat in the chair next to his bed and walked up to him and he began sucking me. I had to clinch my ass cheeks together to keep his load in, and really leaking down and running down my legs. When he finished, with some of my load in his mouth, as I helped him back into the bed, he kissed me again and snowball my own load with me, I swallowed it as we kissed. At that point, after I had him tucked in, I went on a break to regroup, and in the restroom, went in to play with the cum that was in my ass some...sucking my finger as I removed it from my ass, coated with AIDS cum...and after about 3 minutes or so, most of the cum had been absorbed by my insides. When I came back from my break, this cute nurse who had been flirting with me earlier, came by to chat some and had me join her for another break session with her. She said she needed my help with a patient on another wing. As we sat and she ate her lunch/dinner , she asked if I was dating and if I was seeing anyone. The she hinted she would like to "hang" with me sometime. Now I thought, I could be getting this from both sides, taken AIDS seed until I convert, and then pass it on to this hot sexy nurse too. Hmmmmm...another chapter to come soon

We do this. It working just depends on the person. I'm a pretty monogamous person when it comes to love, but my cumdump boyfriend is very poly. I didn't think that mono+poly would work out but it turns out to work out just fine. The key difference is that I know that just because my bf is capable of feeling love + energy towards others, it doesn't mean the love + energy he feels towards me is anyway diminished. His love language truly is like a puppy dog, and his love operates more out of a "communal love" rather than a "you're the only one for me love". As such I never feel jealous when he's taking loads, hooking up, or even going off to hang out with one of his fuck buds or our mutual friends. Because the love he has for me is still unique & genuine, and doesn't ever get hurt by him connecting with our friends or fucking around. That "puppy-like" innocence permeates through every part of his being. The idea of him cheating, or doing anything to break trust is just fundamentally impossible for him. If I knew our relationship was faltering, I'd know about it far before jealousy over hooking up or time spent with people he feels a poly connection with would come into the picture. Meanwhile, I can only spread myself as thin as one person. More than happy to fuck up a storm or be fucked by many people, but when it comes to love and the attention I can give feelings wise, I'm pretty strictly to just one person. And I'm more than happy to have him be that person I care about most!

Giving, or receiving, I prefer a combination of both. Receiving, I not only want to have a taste of cum, but also want it messy on my face, as it makes me feel extra slutty. Giving, I like the look of cum on the face, but also find it horny to see someone play around with and swallow my load. I do notice a little difference between bi & gay guys (to my opinion, so-called hetero guys that want to have their dick sucked by guys are at minimum bisexual) I think bi guys are more visually oriented (maybe because of the porn?), so tend to want to ‘see’ the cum. Gay guys mostly prefer to ‘keep it inside’. At least that’s more my experience, but altogether I have had more contact with bisexual guys than gay guys on average, so don’t consider myself an expert.

I'm the same way, crave swallowing a load daily. When I'm lucky enough to get a load, the crave only gets more intense. I'd like nothing more than to just service guys non stop.

I would never pull out of a sluts mouth I want my cum swallowed

ehhh not into that. if a man is sucking me off, i want him to keep my cock in his mouth until all of my sperm is deposited. isnt that what he'd want anyway?

I love the feeling of a man's cock pulsing in my mouth as they cum. Holding it until he's done, and then swallowing it all at once. My last top dad used to like to pull out and shoot his cum all over my face. Then he'd rub it around my face with his cock before having me suck it clean. That was hot, but never as good as swallowing the load as he's cumming.

most people are physically ready by 13, so I'd say that's a good age. We really are the only animals that wait to fuck for years after our bodies are ready.