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Part 27: Ryan Loses His Virginity (Chapter 3 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 2) I’m not sure if it was the shock of the statement or the fact that I was tired, but it took me a considerable amount of time to grasp what he had just said. I sat up and turned on the light, finding him already staring at me. “Really?” He nodded. “You and Becca—” “No,” he said, his voice shaking a bit. I tried to think through all the girls still in high school, matching them up with Lewis, deciding who had been the lucky one to ride him first. “Do I know her?” He shook his head. “You didn’t get her pregnant, did you?” I asked, realizing why he looked so grave. Again, he shook his head. “Lewis,” I urged, my excitement over the revelation increasing my volume. “Just tell me who it was.” “I can’t.” “Lewis, come on.” “I really can’t tell you.” “Just tell me who it was,” I demanded. Lewis stared at me, his face growing pale. “Mr. Flanagan.” It felt as if my brain had glitched. I tried putting the pieces together: Lewis breaking up with Becca, Lewis losing his virginity, Lewis telling me that he lost it to Mr. Flanagan. Every time I tried to say something, my voice would catch. “Ryan,” he said, waving his hand, trying to gain a reaction. “Did you hear me?” I nodded, still unable to say anything. Lewis shifted in the bed before jumping out of it. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything. Friend or not, I shouldn’t have told you.” “Wait, Lewis,” I said, finally finding myself. “Don’t go.” “I’ve already been feeling guilty about it all,” he said, “not being able to tell anyone what happened. I didn’t want to say anything, but it just came out.” He started to get dressed, looking for his belongings. “Lewis, would you just stop?” “I’ve got to go,” he said. I jumped out of bed and cornered him, his face looking directly into mine. I’d never been this close to him or any other man. I could smell his cologne along with a musk that was all his own. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his body against the wall. He tasted amazing, his soft lips opening to me, our tongues meeting. My crotch was pushed against his, both of our dicks starting to get hard the longer we kissed. Our bare chests were pressed together, our heartbeats aligned. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him from the wall, throwing him down on my bed. Lewis stared up at me with wide eyes. “Are you…” “Gay?” I finished. “Yeah.” I pulled off my shorts. Though Lewis had just told me that he had lost his virginity to an older man, there was no guarantee that what I was doing would work. It was a risk, but it was one I needed to take. Lewis smiled and started to undress himself, tossing his shorts on the floor too, leaving only his boxers. I knelt next to the bed, lifting his legs so they were resting on my shoulders. Slowly, I kissed his leg, moving up toward his groin, feeling his leg hair against my lips. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, head tilting back. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock which was starting to drip. He had a thick cock, and my mouth was drooling for it. I opened as wide as I could and swallowed him down, grabbing hold of his hips so he wouldn’t try to move away. “Fucking shit,” he cried, his hands grabbing my head and forcing more of his dick inside my throat, fingers tangling in my hair. I started to gag, Lewis easing up on me. I stared up at him, both of us smiling. “Good?” I asked. “Incredible,” he told me. “So,” I said, grabbing his dick and starting to pump, “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis smiled, nodding. “He’s a hot fucking man,” I said. “You have no idea.” “Did Mr. Flanagan fuck you or did you fuck him?” “He fucked me,” Lewis said. “Amazing,” I said, imagining the scene. “You prefer to bottom?” Lewis shrugged. “Don’t know.” I smiled. “Let me decide for you.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, revealing his tight hole covered in hair. It was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed it, Lewis shaking from the feeling. I then licked over his hole, doing everything I’d ever seen in porn. “Have you done this before?” Lewis asked. “Never,” I told him. “But, I watch more porn than I read the Bible. I think I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Then go for it,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing his legs and pulling them back, opening himself even more. “Hold on,” I said, running over to Al’s desk. I knew he hid condoms and lube in one of the drawers, and I was praying he hadn’t taken everything with him to the cabin. I found the bottle of lube and brought it back to Lewis, squirting some on his hole. “Fuck, it’s cold,” he said. I massaged it over his hole, covering my fingers, and then slid them inside. Lewis’s body tightened, moving away slightly from my intrusion. I was eager, but I knew I needed to pace myself so I didn’t scare him away. I took my time opening him up, knowing it was a must unless I wanted to cause us both pain. “Feels great,” Lewis said, looking down at me. I slipped my fingers out and pulled my briefs off, revealing my hard dick. I wasn’t as thick as Lewis, but I was longer, something I prided myself in. I lined up my cock to his slicked hole and pressed it against the opening. I looked at him, noticing his smile. Fuck, I thought, looking down at my dick touching his ass. This was it. I pressed against his hole and my dick slipped inside. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, hands grabbing the sheets and pulling them. “Are you alright?” I asked. Lewis nodded, his face a bit red. I pushed in more, stopping every inch to make sure I wasn’t killing him. After a few inches, it became easier. Before I knew it, my pubic hair was pressed against his ass. “I’m in,” I said, relishing the warmth and tightness of his ass. It felt incredible, far better than anything anyone had alluded to. I waited a while, letting Lewis adjust. “Fuck me,” Lewis said looking deep into my eyes. “Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it,” I said, pulling out slow, watching as the hair around his hole clung to my shaft. Fuck, it’s beautiful, I thought. I pushed back in, my excitement getting the better of me. Lewis groaned, his hands reaching down and grabbing hold of my legs. “Slower,” he said. “Sorry,” I told him. It took a few tries before I found a rhythm. “How’s that?” “So good,” he said, smiling. “Look at that,” he said. “You aren’t a virgin anymore.” “I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. “Does anyone know?” he asked me. I shook my head. “How about you?” “Mr. Flanagan,” he said. The idea kicked me into a different gear, the thought of Mr. Flanagan fucking the same hole my dick was in sending me into a higher state of pleasure. “How was it?” “Incredible,” Lewis said. “What does he look like?” I asked. “Hairy,” Lewis said, running his hand along my chest where little grew. “A good dick. A ton of cum.” “Really?” “Some condition he has,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing my nipples and pinching them, forcing a moan out of me. “He cums like crazy.” “Sounds hot,” I said, imagining Mr. Flanagan’s dick acting as a geyser. I licked my lips. “He covered my chest,” Lewis said. “He came on your chest?” I asked. Lewis nodded. I continued to fuck him, thinking about what he just told me. Was Lewis expecting me to pull out and cum on his chest? I wanted to shoot inside him, doing exactly what all the men in porn did. I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to inject my virgin cum deep inside Lewis. “Keep going,” Lewis said, his hand now jerking his own cock. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I said. “Cover your chest in cum.” “Fuck,” me moaned, eyes closing tight, face twisting from the waves of pleasure filling his body. His back lifted off the bed as ropes of cum shot out, hitting his face, chin, chest, and then stomach. Feeling his hole tighten around my cock sent me into overdrive. I grabbed his hips and started pounding, my breathing quick as my orgasm mounted. “I’m gonna cum, too.” “Do it,” Lewis said. “Give me that cum!” As the moment of no return mounted, I reached out and scooped Lewis’s cum into my hand and licked it up, tasting, for the first time, the cum of another man. “FUCK!” I slammed into his ass and held him close, shooting into his guts my hot cum, filling him as my body became weak. I fell forward, my naked chest and stomach, meeting his, his cum gluing us together. Never had an orgasm felt so good. I looked down at Lewis who was looking up at me, a smile on his face. I leaned down and kissed him. “That was incredible” I told him. “Was it… good for you, too?” He nodded, laughing a bit. “It was incredible,” he said. “I can’t wait to do it again.” “You’ll have to give me some time,” I told him. I pulled out, hearing a suction pop as my dick was freed. I took a step back and reached for a tissue, cleaning off my dick. Lewis eyed it, his smiled falling a bit. “Where’s the condom?” “What?” I asked. “The condom,” he repeated. “Where is it?” “I didn’t use one,” I told him. “Why?” “Mr. Flanagan used one,” he told me. “But he didn’t cum in you,” I said. “Your hole is a bareback virgin, and I’m a virgin. We’re fine. Trust me.” Lewis moved his hand down to his hole and felt around, some of my cum leaking out. He collected some and lifted it to his nose, smelling it. He looked me in the eye as he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. “Fuck,” I said. Who the fuck knew what would happen next. After finding out that Lewis and Mr. Flanagan were gay, who knew who else was. At that point, the idea of Pastor Ryder being gay became a bit more plausible, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Instead, I watched Lewis play with his hole, smearing my cum around. I’d never been more happy. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry, but I had to split it in two. It was 10 pages long.

First I want to say I'm kind of shy in some ways, not an introvert, but branching out sometimes take my time. Going somewhere new is a little daunting, especially a daddy who wants to be a cum dump. (I am a real Dad by the way with two children) I was trying to build up the courage to go to the sex club in the town I was working in!! It's well known and I have heard about it for some time, wanted to go, needed to have some courage. I need to just man up and go! I have been wanting to go to a sex club for some time, I want to get fucked by a few guys, be a real slut, have them pound my hole, flood it with cum. I don't mind hosting guys in my hotel room, but going to a sex club has been a real stumbling block for me. I don't go in the area of the country that I live in, I have the fear of running into people I know or even my ex. It's just something I don't want to deal with. Everyone has three lives. A public life, a private life and a secret life. Being a cum-dump is my secret life. So I travel sometimes for work. When I do, my days are filled with work, but I do have some time available in the evenings to be a slut. I have wanted to venture out and try a sex club. I want to see what It would be like. I specifically want to get fucked, I want my ass flooded with anon cum. I love being a bottom cum dump. On a Sunday morning I was invited to a guys house that I have had sex with before while in this city, he hit me up! He specifically wanted to fuck me. We had sex in my hotel a year or two before but I was to visit him at his apartment this Sunday morning. I was hoping to get bred. I was prepped and ready, wearing a jock under my jeans, ass lubed, ready for him to breed me. One thing led to another and he was so excited that while deep fucking my face he blew his load down my throat. Don't get me wrong, I like this guy, I will take his load wherever he puts it. I was happy to get his load! While still wanting to get fucked, I left his apartment and it was a nice sunny day. I decided to walk some, not really being familiar with the gay area of town I was in, I suddenly realized I was about two blocks from the sex club I had been longing to go to. While the time of day and week probably wasn't the best time for a big crowd, there was no time like the present to just suck it up and go. I was already lubed and ready!! Why not! So I headed in, no turning back. No time like the present. Be brave! I did it!! I checked in, got a room. I stripped down to my jock and was ass up in my room with the door open, lights low. Not very busy, no luck. I don't know the protocol that well as this was my first time doing this. I suppose if it was busier time of the day/week that might have worked. So I decided to take a walk around. Note to self, next time at the sex club bring a pair of flip flops to walk around in. It was dark, there were some guys there, not too many. Very slow time. About the first room I happened upon had a sling it it. Now that is something I am really interested in trying. I want to be fucked by multiple guys in a sling. I want one after another to use my hole and fill me up. I can certainly take cock and there has not been one I can't handle. I like men of all shapes and sizes and I love it when they breed me. Thats what I like, cum in my ass!! So I hopped up in the sling. Put my legs into the stirrups and took a hit of poppers. I was elated!! The feeling of my ass being exposed just lying there was incredible just on its own. I loved the feeling of being able to give my ass to whomever walked into the room if they so wanted it. I was a free and liberating feeling. I should have brought a blindfold! I laid there, guys poked their head in, some walked thru. Some touched. Being a Daddy, there was not as much interest as if I was an 18 year old. It was still fun, I did it, I was in the sex club ass up in a sling! I felt a milestone had been achieved! A little while later a guy came in. His cock was rock hard. He gave me a taste. He looked for my approval. YES SIR, please Fuck me Sir! I lubed up my hole again and in he went. OMG, the feeling was incredible. Totally different being suspended and having my ass presented as a cum receptacle, it felt so smooth, so wonderful. For some reason he put on a condom, I wasn't complaining but I do prefer raw cock. He fucked me hard and deep, fast, slow, diving in and out. He was a maniac and it was great!! v Then he stopped, then he started, and did it again and again. He was rough, he was gentle, he used my ass. I could feel my ass just taking it all in. It was heaven. Then he pulled out, took off the condom and went at me again!! OMG, I was in total heaven. About 10 minutes later he asked permission and bred me. A nice hot load in my hole.. My hole was wet with cum I loved it. My hole was so wet, it was so soft. I was pure pigg heaven. During the fucking, several guys came in to watch. They must have heard the noise, it was probably me saying, FUCK ME!! Love being watched, loved being touched as I am being fucked, the more the merrier! After he left, I laid there for a while. I had high hopes that someone else would use my cum filled hole but I realize that the time of the day/week that wasn't going to happen. A guy came in to the room, seemed very interested, felt my ass, asked if I was wet and he said he was excited, he aid me was coming back, but never did. DAMN, probably found something else along the way!! I waited, lots of lookers, no takers. Next time, it will be a busy Saturday night, I will try again! All in all, for me I think this was a monumental success. I plan on timing my visit to the sex club the next time for when it's packed. I want to give my ass up in the sling to as many men as want to breed me!! That was SO hot!! Make me a total cum dump. Breed my ass, use my holes!!

(I'm splitting the chapter in two, but I'm posting them both at the same time.) Part 27: Ryan's Secret (Chapter 2 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 1) I closed my laptop as quickly as I could, almost slamming it down on my hard cock. I slid it under my pillow and pulled my covers over my body, hiding my erection. I wiped my hand across the pool of pre-cum which had collected on my abs and licked it clean. I was just slipping into a normal sleeping position when my bedroom door opened and my dad walked in. “Hey, Ryan,” he said. “Still up?” “Uh, yeah,” I said, pretending to rub my eyes, clearing away whatever fake sleep I had been trying to get. There was still some pre-cum between my fingers. “Nervous about tomorrow?” he asked. “A little,” I said. He walked into my room and sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at me. “It’s a new chapter for you,” he told me, “but it’s one you’re going to love. College is a great time of growth.” “Sure is,” I said, feeling my “great growth” shrinking under the covers with each passing moment. “Just remember,” he said. “God has great plans for you.” I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” “Honey,” a call came from downstairs. “It’s Will on the phone for you. He has a question about his next sermon.” “A pastor’s work is never done,” my dad said. He looked me over with a smile and then left my room, closing the door behind him. “Finally,” I said, pulling out my laptop and opening it back to the page I’d been jerking off to for almost an hour. I liked taking my time, building up my orgasms so when I came, it would be explosive. It was a good thing my parents knew nothing about technology and couldn’t block porn or even trace what sites I’d been on. They’d lose their minds if they did. I pressed play and watched as a man with a huge, pierced cock skull-fucked a guy who looked to be around my age, spit pouring out of his mouth, his face red while his neck bulged out. I gripped hard on my dick and started stroking, closing my eyes and listening to the moans of the top and the gagging of the bottom, my earbuds making me feel as if I was with them. As I heard the top getting closer, his breathing ragged while he held the bottom’s head straight, cutting off his oxygen, I felt a wave of warmth fill my body, my balls shooting up inside me. “Fuck,” I moaned, the scenario on the screen changing in my mind. I was now the bottom, naked on my knees, looking up into the eyes of Pastor Ryder as he unloaded his holy cum down my throat. It was a good thing my eyes were closed as my cum shot out, hitting my closed eyes, painting my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the cum I could reach, savoring the flavor, wishing it was Will Ryder’s. In your dreams, I thought. I shut down my computer and cleaned myself off with a dirty towel I kept handy. While I knew I’d never have anything happen like that with Pastor Ryder, there was still the possibility of someone at college taking his place. I was off to college the next day, and I was determined to lose my virginity ASAP ** “You’ll die a virgin,” Al said, standing over me at the campus gym, his shorts billowing out just enough for me to see his jock strap beneath. “No, I won’t,” I said, shaking my head while trying to make sure I didn’t get hard. Al was cool, but he didn’t know that I was secretly gay. For all he knew, I was a pastor’s kid, perfect in every way, incapable of stepping out of line. What he didn’t know is that I spent most nights ignoring homework so I could watch as much gay porn as possible. For the past five months I’d been all about bareback porn. I grew up hearing in health class how we needed to use condoms as protection, but something about the bareback porn pushed me in the other direction. Maybe I could blame it on my upbringing, living such a safe life so far, keeping myself within the confines of the perfect son. Now, all I wanted was to take a risk. When my time did come, it would be bareback. No alternatives. Al knew I was a virgin because I had been stupid and told him. He started cluing in when he failed to see me bring anyone back to our room or see me spend the night out in someone else’s. He still thought I was straight, and I didn’t feel like correcting him. No one needed to know what got me hard but me. Many nights I heard Al bringing back some young woman who he expertly fucked, leaving them moaning and crying out to God. It made me a little hard for Al, though I still had sessions where I imagined myself with Pastor Ryder. I’d always thought of myself as a bottom, but the more porn I watched, the more I realized that I was versatile. That let me imagine Pastor Ryder’s dick spewing his hot loads in my guts while I then pumped him full of mine. In one twisted dream, I imagined hiding under Pastor Ryder’s desk, sucking him off, while my dad, Pastor Kline, has a meeting with him, completely unaware that his only son has his mouth full of dick. My dick jumped at the thought, but Al didn’t seem to notice. I sat up on the bench, sweat pouring off me, my arms tired. I hated lifting weights. Still, I wanted to look good for whatever guy I ended up fucking or getting fucked by. There was little time left before my freshman year was over, and I didn’t want to go back home a virgin. We returned to our room when my phone started buzzing. “I’m getting a shower,” Al said, striping his clothes off until only his jock remained. I watched as he walked away and then answered. “Hello?” “Hey, Ryan.” “Lewis, what’s up?” I said, the depression of still being a virgin lifting for a brief moment. “How are you?” “Uh, good,” he said. I’d known Lewis for most of my life, and I knew his answer wasn’t honest. Something was wrong. “What’s going on back home?” I asked, slipping off my shirt and smelling my pits. I loved the smell of myself after a workout. “Nothing much,” he said, which I could tell was a lie. “Same old.” “Have you narrowed down where you want to go to college yet?” I asked. “You’re running out of time.” “Actually,” he said, “That’s why I called. I heard your school is having an open house next weekend, and I wanted to know if it would be cool if I roomed with you during it?” “Oh,” I said. Lewis was a hot guy, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t found myself attracted to him a bit, but he wasn’t the type of man I pictured myself with… long-term, at least. Plus, he was straight, leaving any possibility of us fucking impossible. “I’m fine with it. I do have a roommate, though.” “What about your roommate?” A voice asked from behind. I turned to find Al standing behind me, his towel around his hips. “A friend of mine from home wants to come up for the open house,” I told him. “He wanted to room here, but I told him I have a roommate.” “Wait,” Al said. “Next weekend? I won’t be here. I’m taking Celia up to my parents’ cabin for a few days of fucking. It’s fine by me.” “Alright,” I said, trying to watch as he pulled his towel off, exposing his tight ass and thick cock. “Well, Lewis, sounds like we’ll be rooming together next weekend.” “Sounds great,” Lewis said, his voice missing any true excitement. Something was up, and I was determined to find out what it was. ** “I can’t wait to get to college,” Lewis said as we walked back to my dorm. Since he arrived, I could see that Lewis had been wanting to tell me something, but every time I thought he was getting closer to spilling whatever it was, he closed up. I don’t understand why he’s acting like this, I thought. I mean, we’ve known each other for years. We know so much about each other… well, not the whole closeted gay thing. I mean, we’ve even jerked off together. That was a bad night. My dad walked in on us. I could have died. Still, it gave me a good look at Lewis’s cock which had my mouth watering. Like I said before, Lewis wasn’t exactly my type, but I’d have him in an instant if I could. “Is it as exciting as I imagine?” “I guess,” I told him. We were in my room, both exhausted from the school tour, weekend activities, and trying to get to the dining hall before it closed. I was ready to turn it in, but I still wanted to crack whatever it was that Lewis was keeping hidden. “Have any girlfriend?” he asked. “No,” I told him, trying to hide any hint that he was barking up the wrong tree. “How are you and Becca doing?” Lewis’s face fell. “Actually, we broke up.” “Oh, crap,” I said, realizing this must have been the thing he’d been hiding. “Lewis, I’m so sorry.” “It’s fine,” Lewis said. “I’m fine.” He sat down on my bed, his head hanging low. “So,” I started, joining him. “Do you want to talk about it?” Lewis shrugged. “Do you mind if I ask what happened?” “Well,” Lewis said, his attention still pulled away from me. “Becca wanted to have sex, and I told her no.” “Oh. Right.” This was an eternal struggle whenever you’ve committed to waiting until marriage. Sure, we get really familiar with our hands, but it isn’t the same… or so I’ve heard. There had been several teens in our youth group who had sex and ended up pregnant, though I knew of more who fucked and got away with it. A part of me believed I could have gotten away with it if I wanted, both my parents being oblivious, but there was more at risk for me. I wouldn’t just be having sex before marriage. I would be having sex with another man before marriage. The whole thing pissed me off, but I knew guys like Lewis lived by the rules. “She told the whole school about it,” Lewis told me. “But you did the right thing,” I said, the words bitter in my mouth. The image of Lewis on top of Becca, ramming her pussy full of his thick cock did get my dick to jump, watching his tight ass moving with each thrust. “I almost didn’t,” Lewis said. My face must have held some unique expression, prompting him to jump back in. “I talked to Mr. Flanagan,” he told me. “He helped.” Mr. Flanagan was one of those men I found myself fantasizing over many times. Not only did I see him at school, but I was then forced to see him at church. Once, on a church retreat, I had seen him walk into one of the showers, getting only a glimpse of his ass. I instantly got hard and had to duck away into a bathroom stall before anyone saw me, especially my dad who had been walking in at the same time. I had been having too many close calls. I jerked off in the stall, hearing the other men showering and talking, none of them knowing the pastor’s son was shooting his seed into the toilet while images of naked men filled his perverted mind. I almost cried out, my legs threatening to crumble beneath me. Still, Mr. Flanagan was one of those men I’d spread my cheeks for in an instant. I’d also like to fuck his ass so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I had the feeling he’d be the type to destroy an ass or ride a dick until his was gaping out. “Yeah,” I said. “He’s a good guy.” Lewis nodded, continuing to stare at his shoes. “Is that all?” I asked him. “What?” “Lewis, come on. We’ve known each other for years. Do you really think I’m unable to tell if something is wrong with you? From the moment you called, I knew something was wrong.” “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I wish you would have called me,” I told him. “I could have talked you through all the Becca stuff.” “I know.” “I hope you’re feeling better, now,” I said. “Becca wasn’t worth it, and she’s definitely not the one you want to have your first time with. Right?” Lewis stared at me, his eyes a bit unfocussed. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Right.” The rest of the night still held an awkwardness, as if there was something else not being said. As we got ready for bed, Lewis sleeping in Al’s bed, I kept trying to guess whatever it was that he was still keeping a secret. I tried to distract myself with porn, but I was afraid Lewis would see. “You’re sure your roommate won’t mind?” Lewis asked, climbing into his bed. “Not at all,” I told him. “Trust me, he’s had plenty of other people sleeping in that bed other than him.” “Really?” Lewis said, looking at the bed as if it were covered in germs. Covered in dried cum, I thought. I turned off the lights, my brain still trying to sort out whatever it was that I was missing. I’ll be up all night thinking about this, I realized. After an hour of silence, Lewis’ voice broke through. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Long before making the move to Florida, I would come to Ft Lauderdale for at least 3 or the 4 weeks of vacation I had (and Palm Springs for the other week) . I had to bid my vacation in November of the year prior, and this particular year I happened to end up with vacation weeks just 6 weeks apart. The 1st trip was 3 weeks before Hurricane Andrew came thru and flattened huge swaths of Southern Florida and disrupting everyday life. There was a sleazy bar in Miami called The Hole, and it was. Essentially it was 2 narrow storefronts in a semi sketchy area. Entering the left side was the bar, pretty dank and dimly lit with only about 8 bar stools at the bar, and some porn playing on the wall opposite the bar. The other side had a pinball machine and maybe something else,a pool table? But the bar was active- you could leave your shirt and shorts with the bartender, the bathroom was down a dark hall,maybe wide enough for 2 1/2 men abreast. The walls in the hall had peeling paint everywhere, and the toilet was wobbly and I don't think it flushed . And the men were pigs. There was a 3 inch gap to the outside at the bottom of a door near the bathroom- which was often employed to kick loose beer cans and bottles out under as guys shuffled thru the dark area sending them sliding around. No real room to move , once you were in, you were pretty much in position until you just had to get out to less humid and less foul air. Piss play was common the closer to the toilet you landed, fucking went on like it was the 70's, and not the 90's. The worst part was the 30 mile drive back to the hotel in Ft Lauderdale reeking of piss, cum and whatever else you stepped in or on in the back hall. So, the next week of vacation 5 weeks after I got home was after Andrew had torn thru Miami and parts south just 3 weeks earlier. Still, Ft Lauderdale had mostly recovered, so I made my way back to it. A guy I had met the last trip down and I decided to head to Miami and the Hole , which had ads in the gay weeklies saying they were open. We went in separate cars, but got there within minutes of each other. Inside, stripped down to my jock and sneakers, got a beer, and he did the same. After the 1st beer, and watching who was there, we decided to explore the hallway. It was hard to tell if any new damage had happened, the place pretty much seemed the same, tho a bit mustier. The peeling paint was sort of slick, I guess some mold and slime formed without any power. The guy led me back to the toilet and had me sit on it, then began farming guys over to feed me their piss or to piss on me. I realized there were paper towels,soiled ,on the floor behind the toilet. And the floor was all standing water of some type. I think I stayed about an hour longer than he did, and it was very much a white knuckle ride back out of Miami at 2 in the morning with areas without power, people milling around dark streets, but I managed to make it home. The next time I got down to Florida, the Hole was gone. Tho I am certain the sheer volume of DNA that was on the walls and floor of that place, traces of it are still there today, 27 years later. Hell, the black smudge sludge on my knees after a night on them took 2 or 3 scrubbings to remove completely

Part 3 I was tired, sweaty, my ass was sore from being spanked. My cum filled hole, was gaping wide and had every man's cum leaking out of it. I looked at the mirror on the bathroom door and checked the tallies on my asscheeks. 40. I counted 40 men who can came me their poz seed tonight. I checked the clock and it read 3 am. 3 am and I was still getting pounded by poz daddies. There must have been a whole nother 20 or so left in the master room. Bill and Robert from time to time would give me water, wipe the sweat from my head and face, and let me suck on their nips. I didn't notice or really care as I was in my own little sex world. My cum filled hole was being stuffed my two small cocks. The heavyset white daddies they belonged to were earnestly trying their best, but they cum rather quickly. After the fiftieth daddy filled my hole, Bill and Robert announced that the finale was about to begin. All of the remaining ten men where bears like them, all of them a mix of race and various sizes. But they all had one thing in common: massive if not monstrous sized cocks. All of them ranged from 9 inches and thicker than a beer can to over a foot long. I was blissfully unaware, just happy to have more dick in me and more poz cum inside me. The first of the final ten men, was a black chub daddy with a 10 inch monster. He just slid into my abused and cum lubed hole. I gasped at first from feeling his thickness and length, but then moaned in pleasure has started fucking me. He had stamina too. Five minutes became 15, which became half an hour. I had lost track of both time and how many orgasms I had from his dick pounding my hole and prostate. As it turned out, he had cum twice in me and was about to unleash a third load into me. He roared as he deposited his third and final load in me and spanked my left asscheek. The next bear stepped but with a 9 inch cut cock that was almost as thick as a bottle of vodka or so I thought. My hole was already prepared for him, and he just eased into me and rammed right to the base of cock. He didn't care about pleasure or making it last. Ten minutes of passionate and brutal fucking and he pounded his poz load into me. I was mindbroken at this point. I was cumdrunk, cumhigh, whatever you want to call it. An hour later and the final bear was raring to go. His monstrous cock bobbed and bounced on its own with him flexing it, it seemed like. 14 inches of tennis ball tube thick, precum dripping, black meat. He was man number 60. There was no loving entrance, he basically just pounded his way into my hole and into my guts. This black bear, built like an offensive lineman was ruthless. I moaned like a bitch in heat, because in reality, I became one. I wanted his poz load. He would pull all the way out, just to slam back into me all the way to the hilt. A whole nother hour later, he came for the last time. He had cum five or six times over that hour. He gave my ass a slap one final time and left. Robert moved to kiss me while bill moved to eat the cum from my ass. Or so I thought, here he gave my abused, bruised, and cum filled hole a lick and inserted a butt plug. "We have one last surprise for you and they are on their way here to take your last negative loads," Robert said to me. "So in the meantime, rest up," Bill said as he fed me some of the cum from hole. I could taste some blood that had mixed into the cum. I fell asleep between my two black bears, filled with theirs and 58 other men's loads. I dreamed of what their surprise for me could be.

**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 6 - Improvement of the boys' working facilities In the afternoon, ten repairmen showed up at the shop with a big truck. The men started carrying repair tools and a huge amount of building materials. George told Sami and Jonas that he had planned better working spaces for the boys downstairs. In George's opinion, the fitting booth was too small for the growing business. George told Jonas and Sam to take care of the store and disappeared with the men downstairs. Throughout the evening there was clanking, sawing, drilling and hammering, the sounds of things being dragged and moved from downstairs. From time to time, the renovation workers carried building materials and large boxes through the store to the lower floor. Sam realized that the repairmen were the same toxic men who had been at George's on Sunday and seeded Sam's hole. After five hours of hard work, George came to Sam and Jonas and said that they could now come and see what had been accomplished downstairs. Everything is not quite ready yet, the places still need to be painted and cleaned, so then customers can also be allowed there. It's good, Sam and Jonas will then have a good feeling for the new spaces. George went to lock the shop door and hung a note on the door saying that the shop was temporarily closed. Sam and Jonas were surprised how different it looked downstairs. Most of the sales shelves had been moved to the front part of the lower floor to be clearly more compact than before. A sturdy sling was raised in the back and there were three doors to the cabins behind the sling. The middle booth only had a bench and a flat screen TV, where a porn movie was playing, where the gang took turns fucking a clearly younger man. The booth on the right had a fuck bench in the middle of the floor and the booth on the left had a structure like Sam had seen in the Czech porn movie. There was a hole in the wall, through which the visitor can only see Bottom's lower body. Bottom's legs can be towards the floor or tied up to the loops on the wall. There were also glory holes in the walls between all the booths, so you can easily secretly follow the activities of the neighboring booth or participate anonymously. Jonas and Sam looked around confused. One of the repairmen shoved his sweaty cock through one of the Glory Holes and George told the boys to go and thank the hard worker. Sam and Jonas squatted down by the hole and Sam greedily took the cock between his lips. After sucking for a while, Sam offered the cock to Jonas to suck. Jonas imitated Sam and sucked the cock greedily. George said he thinks the man deserved better than just sucking. Sam urged Jonas to offer the man his hole. Jonas didn't doubt it for a moment. Jonas packed his ass into the hole so that the man's cock sank directly into Jonas's hole. The other repairmen gathered around cheered and started to unbutton their own pants. Jonas looked horny at the men's exposed cocks. Until Jonas's eyes caught the first biohazardous tattoo next to a man's cock. Jonas whispered to Sam that it was what he suspected. Sam nodded and said "yes it is. A tattoo means a man is a poz". At the same time, there was a groaning sounds from behind the wall and the cock in Jonas's ass started throbbing and injecting sperm into Jonas. "Good boy, that was your first poz load today. But probably not your last. Those men are all toxic. I know that because they all cummed on me on Sunday. I think they all want to empty their loads in your unprotected hole today," said Sam to Jonas. Two men grabbed Jonas´s hands and began to carry him towards the new Fuck bench. The men tied the confused boy to the bench and another man started to fuck Jonas's ass. George told Sam they could go and open the shop again. "Jonas can do well alone with these men". Sam looked a little jealous at Jonas tied to the fuck bench. "It may be that there will also be new customers who want to explore the new facilities. You must be ready to guide them," George comforted Sam.

**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 5 It was already lunch time and Jeff realized that he was insanely hungry. He got dressed quickly and headed towards the hotel restaurant. The young waiter, about 20 years old, kept winking and smiling at Jeff. When the waiter came to ask Jeff what he wanted to eat, the waiter stood so close to Jeff that Jeff could feel the warmth of the waiter's bulge in his hand. "Actually, I should go to the bathroom. Where's the nearest one," he asked the waiter. The waiter guided Jeff and after a while Jeff was standing in the toilet in front of the urinal. Jeff heard the door behind him open and close. The waiter walked up to Jeff and said he recognized Jeff right away as a Grindr cum hungry slut. He had planned to arrange a meeting after the end of his shift. "But when I saw your pretty face in the restaurant, I realized that I would immediately want to fuck your ass. So show me your candy. Is there any filling now?" demanded the waiter. In a flash, Jeff lowered his pants and revealed his jockstrapped ass to the waiter. "Not here. You're a horny slut.", the waiter said to Jeff and directed Jeff to the booth. At the booth, the waiter bent Jeff over the toilet seat and stuck his tongue in Jeff's hole. "Tasty. How many loads do you have in your hole?" asked the waiter. "Just one from this morning," said Jeff. "Too bad, because I really like sloppy holes," said the waiter. "But I'm sure with that face your hole will never be completely empty" said the waiter thrusting his cock into Jeff's sperm hole. Jeff panted horny. "Fuck my hole and give me your seed. Squirt it deep inside my hole," begged Jeff. Jeff felt the waiter's cock throbbing in his ass. "Come on bitch, take my 3 day seed," growled the waiter. The waiter didn't even slow down and continued pounding Jeff's hole. "I have another load for the pretty slut," whispered the waiter in Jeff's ear. After five minutes of intense fucking, the he squirted another cum load inside Jeff. The waiter pulled up his pants and told Jeff to stay and wait. After five minutes there was a knock on the booth door and Jeff opened the door. Outside stood hotels janitor, a dark-skinned man over 60 years old. The man came into the booth and closed the door behind Jeff. Adam said you let fuck raw. The man started to unbutton his pants and grabbed Jeff's buttocks with one hand. Very quickly the man's thick cock was in Jeff's hole. "Sweet young cum whore's hole," the man moaned. The man fucked Jeff's ass from behind for at least ten minutes and every now and then slapped Jeff's ass hard. "Does your husband know that you're sharing your ass with everyone here at the conference," the man asked, pointing to Jeff's wedding ring. "I'm not gay. I have a wife and three kids," replied Jeff. "You unfaithful married little slut. You let men cum in your unprotected ass and then you go home to your little wife. You slut," the janitor said and roared and emptied his seed into Jeff's ass. Jeff still hadn't eaten anything, but the hunger for cum was greater than the hunger for food.

Horny as fuck

Letting him sleep after several days of hard work gave me a rare chance to give myself a closer look, and, it did not disappoint. Realizing the boy was 18 made me conscious of the fact that I was bound to see changes in my appearance soon enough, but, not today, death - my skin remain smooth and golden, taught over my big muscles, unfairly developed given my lifestyle (thank you, tren), and being 6'5" meant some of my best attributes would be there till the end. This body - and, yes, this big fucking dick - were more than just something to look at and love, they'd been how I paid the bills for the longest time. But, no more - the boy was the breadwinner now. And, holy fuck was he winning big. I'm not much of an accountant, but I know that he had gotten about $500 worth of t up his hole this week, and that we'd made about 20 times that amount in selling up his hole. By day five, he just didn't want to stay up - disappointing, really, there was more $ to be made. But, I relented in the end, and gave him the break he probably deserved. Karma rewarded me for my kindness, however, as I felt my phone buzz and saw a new, wealthy customer was back in the game. "Is he ready? I hadn't placed much hope in getting follow-through from this guy. He was pretty fucking hot himself, and didn't seem like he'd need to pay for sex. Also, he was more than 1000 miles away, and it seemed more likely he was engaging to get some kind of thrill from simply discussing the details of his interest. And the details - wow, they even made me blush, and I've seen a thing or two. "I want him really fucked up. Loosen him up with T, then overload him with g... I want his eyes closed" It didn't seem an especially practical request - if the boy was too sleepy, it might be hard to get him ready for the next customer. But by a happy coincidence, or reward for my generosity, we'd reached that place organically, and that I could profit from it was now just a bonus. "I'll pay $20k" Fuck! This was turning into a good day. I couldn't believe my luck. So much so, I decided to push it a bit more... "20k for him, $5k for me, it's a package deal. Bring your own favors" "ETA 15 minutes. Send ping" I haven't been intimidated in years, but the man that arrived at our door was something else. He had at least two inches on me - and he was even better looking in person. At the rate he was paying, I would have let basically anyone walk through the door. But this guy wasn't someone who needed to pay for sex - he just needed to pay for this kind of sex, and I was happy to oblige. We walked back to the room, and the boy couldn't have done a better job of presenting himself to advantage. He was fully naked, flat on his belly, one knee pulled to his tight midsection, his perfect ass (probably his only well developed muscle) catching the light and presenting itself with confidence. The man-god smiled, and began to strip. For the first time, I began to think my luck had run out - his penis was so fucking thick, I was worried that the boy would wake up, it was bound to hurt, hurt like fuck, even with the abuse he had taken this past week. Somehow, I didn't think this man would be gentle either. "Woah, dude, great cock, but, you know, it seems a little intense..." "Shut the fuck up. Grab my bag" His 'bag' was an incongruous fanny pack, with the usual suspects, and then - of course - some maximum impact. This guy had either done this before, or planned it out for a long time. He had me spray it on a pair of his underwear till soaked, and I was positioned at my boys head, clearly there to make sure he didn't slip too far into consciousness. Man-god took a rock the size of my finger nail and stuck into his piss slit - HAWT! - before shoving his dick into the boys ass - as expected, this lead to an immediate response. "Ow! Dad what's happening? It hurts?" "Shh... here boy, take a good sniff" The maximum impact helped him relax and drift off again, and I saw the face of our client make its first smile. We continued this rhythm for a good 15 minutes, each time the sensation became too intense, I'd give the boy another sniff and he'd fall back asleep... I could only hope that his hole wasn't taking any permanent damage. "Wet that again, I'm ready for part 2" he said "What is part 2..." "I SAID wet it, again, now" I hadn't been told what to do in years, and fuck it if my ass didn't twitch for a second. I got that thought out of my head quick - the boy was special, he could take it. This guy would land me in the ER if I tried to take his dick. When I had his soaked underwear back at the boys head, I began to realize what part 2 was, and I almost passed out myself. His massive cock was briefly out of the boys hole, though still connected by a thick strand of - cum? he had somehow cum and kept going? It was soon replaced by his fingers, and then, probably the biggest fist I'd ever seen. Still, it was probably only *slightly* larger than the girth of his dick, and the boy didn't react too much more than he had been prior. "Good boy!" the man-god said, his smile now broad and persistent, as he proceeded to punch in and out, in between revealing the most insane gape I had ever seen. "I think you're ready now!" Ready for fucking what? What more could there be? In an instant, he opened his hand inside my boy, and shoved his massive, thick dick right down the middle, jerking himself off in the boys now (irreparably?) wrecked cunt. At this the boy woke up and there was no getting him to calm down with a sniff. Man-god noticed, but seemed prepared. "Loser, bag, again. A small pouch on the side" The small pouch made his intentions obvious, and I didn't wait for instructions. I poured the powder in a neat line on my dick - hey, may as well work for a tip! - and told my boy to sniff. Within a minute, he was in such a deep fucking k hole that even the massive dick being jerked off by a massive fist in his hole receded in the distance, no longer painful, but a diffusely differentiated pleasure, his body pulled into the stars and all sensation amplified yet never closer than arms length. For the next hour, he said nothing, did nothing, and the client pushed the absolute limits of what his body could take. When he was finished, the boy had fallen asleep again, and seemed no worse for wear - although I had few expectations that he'd be walking anytime soon. "You've done well with him. I will be back" And just like that he left, but not before placing a stack of bills on the table. FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. Well, hard to argue he didn't earn it.

So, I need to talk about this in a safe space. I wonder if others of you have started to feel this way recently, and are willing to share your thoughts. (Even if you don't feel this way, I'd love to hear from your as well!) So, since all the COVID and MPX nonsense of the last few years, I'd become very skittish around the idea of just hooking up indiscriminately like I used to. Felt like no one was really worth the risk of either of those diseases - yes, I know that sounds somewhat disingenuous from someone who is HIV+ and an avowed member of the "raw is law" crowd. Initially, I thought after all of the lockdowns were behind us in a few weeks or months, I'd be back in the saddles (or slings) and back to my old cum-loving self... But things didn't really spring back to normal, and we weren't really able to (safely) meet up for this type of stuff for longer than expected. I'll admit that I wound up getting a far bigger porn addiction than anything I'd had previously...it was really my main sexual outlet, outside of the posts and reads on here. Turns out to not be the healthiest addiction out there, and has been a hard one to kick. Over time, though, a funny thing happened... After a while, I found myself spending way too much time on the various tube sites (before some were shut down, or had their content massively purged). As time went on, I found my interests devolving more and more into the more intense aspects of sex and kink videos....got really into watching spanking/CP vids, "home intruder" role plays, etc. My own personal thoughts shifting toward those as well....but unfortunately not being in any position to act on any of this. Eventually, though, things started to shift to a sense of normality...and I managed to indulge in some man-to-man action on occasion. It was, well... ...mediocre, to say the least. Without going into too many specifics, I had a mix of top encounters and bottom ones. Nothing particularly bad; just "meh..." Not to say that the guys were of poor quality; I just felt like I wasn't able to really connect and get into the moment as easily as I used to. I did the first thing many of us would do in those situations and immediately thought that it was something wrong with me. I wasn't good enough, my body wasn't good enough, my technique was no longer good enough - all of those negative emotions that come far too easily. After a few lacklustre experiences, I threw in the towel. I decided against meeting up for any play for a few months until I was able to get into a better mental space. That turned out to be a Pandora's box of emotions, though. All of that negativity came washing back, and created this constant feedback loop that didn't serve to make me feel any better about myself. Eventually, though, that started to turn. While, yes, I do still have those remnants of negativity swashing around my brain, a funny thing happened. I realised that all the time away from mindless action made me think about what it really is that I wanted from my sexual encounters....a deep connection. I'm not saying that I have to fall in love with the man on top of me (or beneath me), but have that kind of intimate, non-verbal desire that is present from that initial moment and building all the way through to the intense climax. Nowadays, when a guy messages me to tell me how many loads he has and if I want to contribute more - I just don't engage. Same goes for guys messaging me to bottom for them, but demand I be blindfolded and pre-loaded - just not my thing any longer. If it's not eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body action, it just doesn't stir any desire within me. As a result, the volume of responses I get on the various sites and apps has dropped considerably. While that may sound disheartening, it doesn't really bother me much in reality. Basically, I'd rather wait for a good experience, rather than just the next one. So, yeah...I feel that the seeming trend of cumdumping, gangbanging, and H-n-H sessions just isn't my scene and that I've become a bit of a minority among the bareback brotherhood. There are times where I wonder if I'm alone in this, though I know that's likely not the case. Looking forward to hearing others thoughts and stories here. Bit of a long post from me, but I know through my years on this community that this has been a safe space for me to talk about these sorts of things.

I was insanely thirsty. I realized I hadn’t drunk anything for hours and the drugs were making my mouth and throat very dry. As the last guy who had shot his load inside me slid out, I managed to say I needed a break to drink. I moved my left hand to pull the blindfold up and started to get myself up but my hand was grabbed right away and I felt another hand pushing me right down on my chest. “Who said you could leave? Stay where you are” I heard from a very authoritative voice. “ I got all you need here” My head was pulled from the back. “Open your mouth” I was ordered as the brim of a glass was pushed to my lips. “Drink, boy” It tasted like juice diluted in water. I was so thirsty I drank it all. I could feel a slightly bitter aftertaste but it was so nice and cold after all those hot hours that I just didn’t pay that much attention. After I had drunk the entire glass, my head was then slowly lowered down to the mattress. “There, just breathe. Rest for a moment”. The drugs were still hitting hard though and I was still rubbing my body continuously, keeping my legs open to show I was still craving cock. “My little whore is still hungry! Let’s give it a few minutes”. ”A few minutes for what?” I thought for a second. But I quickly realized again it was pointless to worry at that point after all the shit I had let him do to me. “The crowd is starting to thin out a bit. I’m gonna fuck a couple more times and have the guys left around here take care of you, then I’ll see what to do with you. You’re not going anywhere for a while anyway.” He was right. I wasn’t even sure where I was half the time. My mind kept going on and off. I was sometimes feeling that my brain was turning itself off for a few minutes and then waking up suddenly. That’s when I realized I was being fucked again. “That sloppy hole of yours is getting me insanely horny boy”. He was thrusting in and out, with cum splashing out and around my hole. He was holding my knees up. I started to feel another rush of heat. I was getting slightly nauseous. I pulled my head back, breathing heavily and moaning loudly. -“I can see the G is starting to work on you. Seems like I can give you anything I want and you won’t even suspect anything or resist.You’re nothing, you’re powerless”. -“Yes, Sir.” His thrusting got more intense, then suddenly stopped. “You almost got me to shoot another load, but I want to save my bullets. I own you tonight boy. And I want to make you mine”.

Hell yeah, I love sucking young hard meat. I'm 54 and my fuckboy Drew is 23. When he's lying on his back on the bed masturbating, when he cums his load ricochets off the wall behind the bed. Now imagine how that feels when my mouth os on his cock and he cums. His load blasts against the back of my mouth and within a few seconds my mouth is full - and I mean, full of his sperm. I gotta start swallowing while he's still cumming cuz his full load is too big for my mouth. So yeah I'll suck young dick any hand I get

Here's a perfectly valid correlation: How many guys like to kiss with a sheet of plastic wrap inbetween the mouths of the guys? How many guys like to suck off a Cock encased in a condom? There's virtually no "connection" available when there's a barrier of some sort. For many, it's that "connection" that allows us to be a part of each other when we Breed each other - raw - bareback - unencumbered by actual (and emotional) barriers. So protect yourself, get on PReP, all the other vaccinations, and share yourself deeply with your brothers, as they share themselves with you,

I was once fucked by a guy (I won’t blast his name out here) but he was in several scenes for Machofucker. Very hung top (11 inches) and fucked me like a bull. We only had one encounter but I will never forget it.

I will be there. On a couple panels and giving a seminar on Promiscuous Living. I'll be volunteering as well and of course being hyper-promiscuous

Yeah, that's hot. I've always liked fucking straight/married guys but it took me a while to start noticing rings. It's hot knowing the guy is married early on — a ring can do that. Like in a bathhouse situation. I just assume all their wives know their husbands get fucked. Communication is the key to a healthy relationship.😈🤙

Brett finally settled into his seat on the plane, with his cock still slightly slick from the twink’s hole. He’d followed the boy to a single occupant restroom tucked in a corner slightly away from the main corridor. “Hey,” Brett had said locking the door behind him. “Hey. Glad you followed me.” “I figured you might be able to help me out with this little problem.” Brett had grabbed his crotch then, making the outline of his cock even more obvious in his pants. “Doesn’t look so little,” replied the twink. “Why don’t you find out.” The twink had made the first move, without ever introducing himself properly, he leaned forward and kissed Brett roughly. His hands had found Brett’s nipples, making the older man groan. Brett grabbed at his young companion’s slim body. He ran his hands downward till they landed on the twink’s ass, and squeezed the firm meat there. The twink moaned into Brett’s mouth, and pulled back a little bit. “You like what you feel back there?” “Absolutely.” “Good.” He leaned in for another kiss, but Brett took control of the situation and pushed the twink to his knees. Now face to face with Brett’s engorged crotch, he quickly got Brett’s belt undone and his jeans around his ankles. Brett’s cock was too hard to be contained by the white bike jock he wore, and the thick purple head was sticking out of the side of the fabric already. The twink licked at the shining precum, grinning up at Brett happily. Then he pulled the fabric aside and dove forward. In one swift move he opened his jaw wide and swallowed Brett to the hilt. Brett let out a stifled moan, trying not to make too much noise. This young twink’s throat felt incredible, and he was certainly no stranger to sucking cock. He bobbed forward and back, making a wet slurping sound each time. Thick globs of spit soon coated Brett’s cock and trailed down the twink’s chin. Brett laced his fingers in the back of the boy’s dark hair and forced his cock deeper. He could easily have blown his load down the twink’s throat but he couldn’t get that surprisingly meaty ass out of his mind. He grabbed the twink and hauled him to his feet. In one quick move Brett spun the young man around and bent him forward over the sink. He shoved the twinks pants to the floor, followed by the tiny briefs he wore that barely covered his cheeks. Brett licked his lips. Despite being slight of build, the twink had powerful runner’s legs, and a round muscled ass. Thick dark hair swirled up the muscular stalks, and across his buns. Brett pulled the boy’s cheeks apart and dove in. The twink’s hole was as experienced as his mouth. The small sweet pink pucker quickly opened and winked as Brett’s tongue pushed against it. Little gasps and whimpers escaped his mouth as he felt the older man expertly ready him for what promised to be a good but rough fucking. Brett spat big wads of spit onto the boy’s hole, working it in and around with his tongue till the boy’s crack glistened. He stood up and rubbed his cock head up and down, adding his precum to the mix. He brought one hand up to the boy’s mouth, covering it lightly, and lined his dick up with the other. Then he pushed forward. Very gently Brett entered the twink’s hole. A muffled gasp told Brett the boy was enjoying the sudden feeling of fullness. He worked himself in till his balls were against the boy’s cheeks, and then held still. He let the twink pant into his hand for a moment, getting use to Brett’s pulsing fullness inside him. When the twink was breathing normally again Brett pulled back, till only his big fat mushroom head remained inside the twink’s quivering hole. After a beat he pushed back in, not forcefully but with more pressure than before. He repeated this over and over turning the boy’s ass into a warm wet hole perfect for breeding. The twink let out a sigh, and arched his back a little more: he was ready. Brett took his hand from the boy’s mouth and held onto the twink’s hips with both hands. Now the real fuck was starting. He hammered in and out. The twink bit his shirt to keep from making noise as he gave his ass to this older stranger. Sweat dripped down both of them, and the bathroom felt hot. The sound of slapping flesh bounced off the tile walls. This wasn’t going to be a long fuck. Brett felt his orgasm boiling in his balls and leaned in to the twink’s ear. “I’m going to breed you so fucking deep boy.” “Fuck yes, give me your load.” “Fucking slut,” Brett growled and then unloaded inside of the twink. The boy pushed his hips back and squeezed his ass while feverously jerking his own cock. Brett flexed his cock again and the twink groaned, his load splattering across the floor. “Fuck, thank you,” he said, turning awkwardly to kiss Brett again. “No, damn. Thank you.” Brett shifted in his seat on the plane, his cock was hard again. The twink had been a good distraction but hadn’t slaked his lust at all. It would take something very specific to do that. As Brett was fantasizing about the looks of surprise on his husband and nephew’s faces when he turned up at the hotel, Luke was sitting uncomfortably in a lawn chair waiting out the last hours of the garage sale his mother had planned. He’d dragged his chair into the shadow of open swing up garage door, seeking a little reprieve from the baking sun. All around the driveway were long folding tables that had been borrowed from the basement of what seemed like every family friend his parents had. At the beginning of the day they had been heaped high with all of the things Luke had pulled out to sell from the attic. Old sports equipment, vintage toys, and cooking implements, dusty paperbacks, and holiday decorations spilled out of carboard boxes all with prices written in his mother’s big clear handwriting. His whole family had been there earlier, frantically selling off all of the good items, leaving Luke to managed the picked over discards. A thin but almost constant trickle of sweat ran down Luke’s back, slipping past the loose fabric of his thin tank top and down into the band of his short slowly soaking the jock he wore. He leaned back in the chair, and ran his fingers through his hair. The musky smell of his own puts made his cock swell momentarily. He looked at his watch, only two more hours and he could pull all this stuff inside the garage for the night and go meet his uncle back at the hotel. The tension of being at the garage sale earlier with Nick and his family had been strange. It was both fun and terrifying. Pretending like they hadn’t sent almost every night together for weeks was almost impossible. They knew so much about each other now, had such an easy rhythm and banter, but all of that had to be pressed down. Luke’s dad might have been totally cool with having a gay brother, and was incredibly supportive of his gay son; but the two of them having sex… that was a different story. In anticipation of the garage sale they had concocted a way for them to meet, and an excuse for them to have had a few drinks. Something that sounded reasonable: the older gay uncle offering wisdom and advice to his nephew. That way some of their familiarity was excused. Luke’s mother even commented on how nice it was that they seemed to be getting close. Luke had blushed scarlet when she said that. All of the family tension aside there had been an electricity to the secret too. Seeing Nick move boxes around, his ass framed in a black jock under rather short basketball shorts. Watching Nick’s white shirt slowly become more and more translucent as he sweated under the scorching sun. It had turned Nick on. He’d spent the whole morning trying to hide the slight swelling in his own crotch. The fact that his ass was still slick with Nick’s cum from the quick fuck they’d had that morning before driving over separately didn’t help either. When Luke’s parents and Nick had made to leave a few hours ago Nick had turned to Luke and said, “Hey, can you help me put this in my rental car really quick,” and handed Luke a box. Nick had parked around the corner, and now alone they shared a quick kiss. “I’ll see you back at the hotel tonight,” Nick had asked. “You think I’m going to miss our last three nights?” “Sorry to leave you stuck here.” “Its alright. It would be hard to explain why you skipped out on lunch with my parents to hang here.” They both laughed lightly. “I don’t mind really. I might get some reading done.” “Alright, hurry back. I’ll see you tonight.” “Bye.” Another quick kiss, and Luke ran back around the corner. Nick watched Luke’s ass bounce in his running shorts, the firm meaty cheeks pushed up by the straps of his jockstrap. God, he thought, I could fuck that ass forever. Luke pulled his backpack up from the ground next to his chair and pulled out the Nick’s journal. With one leg propped up to hide his inevitable erection he started reading. August 14th, 1977 After yesterday I was worried Brett was upset with me. We got back to the apartment, had a quiet dinner and then both passed out hard. It was too hot to really cuddle so we were just sprawled next to each other, both still sticky with cum, all night. When we got up Brett was still kind of quiet. He made coffee and just read the paper. It wasn’t until I kissed his head walking past him at the table that he said anything. “How do you feel?” “What do you mean?” “Well, yesterday was sort of a lot…” “I’m sorry, look it was… but if that wasn’t something that you… I mean that… I’d never want to upset you, but the heat of the moment, and… I… God…. fuck…” I trailed off. Brett just looked at me sort of confused. “Upset? No! I was worried you felt like that was too far… that you would be uncomfortable. Jesus. I’ve never seen anything hotter. Watching you get fucked by all those men. Seeing the lust on your face. It was so fucking hot!” I walked over to him and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He put the paper down and I straddled him in the chair. We were both hard. “I’m glad you feel like that… because I loved it.”

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

**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 4 The next morning, Jeff woke up late. He had slept well and hadn't woken up once. The first thing he thought about was the night's events in the steam room. He pushed his finger into his hole, which felt swollen. Jeff's finger sank easily into the slippery and open hole. Jeff smelled and tasted his finger, it smelled and tasted intoxicating. Jeff opened his cell phone and took a picture of his swollen hole and sent it on Whats app to Burt. He thanked for yesterday and that they had hinted about the sauna. Burt immediately responded with a gif depicting his surprise. Burt wrote that he was confused as to what naughty beast they had unleashed. Burt also managed that either Jeff has made an account on Grindr. He gets good pictures from the pictures taken yesterday. Jeff had completely forgotten that Burt and Jack had filmed him during yesterday's session. Jeff opened the pictures and was dumbfounded. In the gallery there were dozens of pictures, in which Burt's and Jack's cocks were alternately in Jeff's ass. Jeff's face was clearly visible in most of the pictures and Jeff had a very enjoying face in them. There were pictures of Jeff on the bed on all fours with a cock in his ass, pictures of him on his back with his feet up to the ceiling, his feet on men's shoulders, his legs pressed to his chest. Jeff couldn't even remember in which of all the positions Jack and Burt had fucked him. The last ones were pictures of Jeff's hole, which was filled with sperm. Horny, Jeff downloaded the app and created an account. Logged in and started filling in his information and uploading pictures. As a profile picture, he took a picture of just his face while lying on the bed in the hotel room. About Me: "Nice, lean, athletic runner looking for fun. I'm 100% bottom and want to feel you inside me. No loads refused." Jeff sent the account link to Burt on whats app and took a shower. When Jeff got out of the shower, Burt had sent several messages to Jeff. Burt said that almost everyone doesn't show their own face on the app, so it was a surprise that Jeff had uploaded both a face picture and pictures from last night showing Jeff's face. But he believes it will certainly increase Jeff's market value. Jeff hadn't thought of the whole thing in his heat. It had also been busy in the grinder. Jeff's profile had had a lot of visitors and the men had given a lot of flames and purple devils. Jeff asked Burt what these purple devils means. "Probably they'd like to get in your hole," said Burt. Jeff clicked purple demons back to everyone who clicked him. After that, he started going through the messages he received. All had the same basic idea. "Looks like we are in the same hotel. When would suit you. I can come to your room, put your room number OR my room is XXX come whenever you want." "This can't be that easy," thought Jeff. This non-inhibition puzzled Jeff. The men were willing to fuck without any additional information or dating wishes. The main thing seemed to be to get to the top. Jeff put his own room number in the first messager's message. A couple of seconds later, Jeff received a text saying that the man would be there in a moment. Jeff was not prepared for such a quick reaction, so he in hurry put on the jockstraps he got yesterday and tidied up his bed a bit. After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Jeff opened the door and there stood a man about 30 years old who entered the room and closed the door behind him. The man kissed Jeff on the mouth and rubbed Jeff's ass with his hand. The man pushed Jeff towards the bed and turned Jeff onto his stomach on the bed. The man stuck his tongue in Jeff's ass and at the same time started to untie the belt of his pants. Jeff heard the man drop his pants and get on top of Jeff on the bed. Jeff felt the hot cock on his ass and spread his hands over his buttocks. With a steady thrust, the man's cock began to push inside Jeff. Jeff soon felt the man's pubic hair on his ass. The man started fucking Jeff and praised how good Jeff's ass felt. The man fucked Jeff for at least half an hour. Sometimes louder and sometimes slower. Finally, the man asked where Jeff wants the sperm. "inside," said Jeff and at the same time he felt mans cock throbbing inside him. The man seeded Jeff and collapsed onto Jeff. After a moment the man pulled out of Jeff, got up and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks, this was good. Are you here all week. We could see you another time," said the man and headed for the door. The man was gone. They hadn't even introduced themselves to each other.

**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 6 - New shop assistant The next morning Sam skipped lectures again and came straight to the shop and put on his uniform - just jockstraps. During the day, he sold fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, whips and penis rings to men of different ages. Almost everyone wanted to test their purchases before making a purchase decision in the fitting room, and Sam was eager to help them with that. Already at noon, Sam's hole was already well opened and slippery. When Sam squatted down to take something from the lower shelves, fresh drops of cum oozed from the hole. In the afternoon, Jonas came to the store straight from school. George had promised to consider organizing a private event for 20-year-old Jonas. George had said that he only organizes them for employees, so Jonas would have to work at the store to earn the event. Jonas had promised to work as an unpaid sales trainee. George gave to Jonas the same jockstraps that Sam was wearing. Your most important job is sales promotion and customer service. Your task is to enrich the customer's imagination so that he buys as many different products as possible. "I'm sure a lot of customers want to test products with you, so you better be well prepared. Have you cleaned yourself up inside today," asked George. "Yes I am. My boyfriend fucked me in the morning," said Jonas. "Good, so you already have sperm in your hole, so no artificial lube needed," replied George encouragingly. "No, we used a condom," said Jonas. Between the shelves, Sam showed what can be found on each shelf and how to use different sex tools. Sam also tried to gently hint to Jonas that not all men might want to wear rubber. He didn't dare to say directly that none of the men had ever even mentioned the use of rubber. Soon the boys heard that the store's front door opened, meaning a new customer had entered the store. Sam showed Jonas an example of how to treat customers. Jonas followed silently from the sidelines. Sam greeted the man who had come to find himself some new jocks and lube. Sam first introduced the jocks and then Sam suggested the man a lubricant that mimics real sperm. Sam also suggested other products to the man, such as penis rings and anal spreaders. In the end, the man had chosen the products and said he still wanted to fit Jock straps. Sam led the man into the fitting booth and closed the curtain behind him. Jonas was left alone between the shelves. After maybe 15 minutes, the front door opened again and a muscular and tall man, clearly over 60 years old, entered the shop. He told Jonas that he was looking for a new leather harness. Jonas led the man to the fetish clothing section and started presenting the options. The man quickly found a model that pleased him. The man also wanted to look at leather jockstraps and asked Jonas which model was the hottest from Jonas. Jonas showed jocks with a big zippered pouch on the front. The man said it was the right choice. I'll take those too. Jonas remembered that he also always has to try to sell the customer something else, so he asked if the man would be interested in buying handcuffs as well. The handcuffs were the first thing that caught his eye from the fetish shelf. "Well, I'm really interested," said the man enthusiastically. It was Jonas's turn to lead the man to the fitting room. On the way there, he saw that Sam had led his own customer to the counter to cash out. After about ten minutes, the man who led Jonas to the dressing room came to George and Sam at the sales counter and brought the harness, jock straps and handcuffs to the counter. I'll buy these. You have a really smart new salesman here, said the man to George. When the man had left, Jonas also arrived at the counter. Jonas told George and Sam that the man had handcuffed Jonas to the radiator's water pipe and fucked him roughly with a raw cock. And finally injected the sperm directly into Jonas's guts. The man hadn't asked at all where Jonas wanted the sperm or if he could go in raw. Jonas had thought that in customer service work he could not question the customer's choices. But now he has a stranger's sperm in his ass for the first time in his life and it feels confusing. Sam wanted to correct that it wasn't the first time, because yesterday he had slipped the butt plug first in his own hole, which already had several men's sperm inside it. So yesterday, along with the butt plug, at least small amounts of unknown men's sperm had already moved into Jonas's ass. George wanted to stop the sperm discussion and stated that Jonas had done exactly the right thing. The man had made the most expensive purchase of the day so far. Jonas has proven his own commitment to customer service, so George promoted Jonas from trainee to sales assistant on the very first day.

2007 till 2011 A public toilet in the UK... Greater London... Walton on Thames. Was with 3 cubical's with 2 gloryholes in the walls. It Had 2 long urinals and was 24/7 open. This place turned out to be one of the best cottages. The horny business was really 24/7 going on there. I was surprised on my first visit... the looks (old and very sleazy), the smell (very heavy), the visitors very mixed some young but most where past 40 up till in there 70ties. You could find/see fresh cum blobs, dried everywhere and I mean everywhere. There where guys having sex in front of the long urinals and the 3 cubical's they did some heavy overtime. After waiting a while.... aprox. 15/20 min the left one came free. A older sleazy/shabby looking guy came out quickly after he pulled the water cord. He was still adjusting his cock in his pants. I got in and look the cubical over. The smell was pungent... not only from piss but for sure smelly cock, cum and ass (musky) smell. I saw the cum still dripping down from the gloryhole and there was a large puddle of cum on the floor. The guy in the middle cubical was clearly waiting for a new cock because as soon as I opened and dropped my pants I noticed him peaking through the hole at my cock. Because of my surroundings and the smell's my cock was rapidly getting hard. I looked at the Gloryhole and saw his finger running invite signals, to stick my cock through the hole. The the hole surroundings was just stained/dirty from I assumed cum, piss and ass juices. It made the whole situation for me sooooo fucking horny that I could not resist to offer my cock through the hole. I noticed that the guy on the other side first pulled my foreskin back looked at it and believed it or not the took a picture of my cock. I than noticed that he sniffed my cock and when he noticed the right potend cock smell he moaned when he swallowed my cock in his mouth. After minutes of giving head and taking more pictures (I believed with my cock in his mouth) I noticed movement at my feet. I saw his hand swiping the puddle of cum on the floor. I had a question mark on what he was doing.... And saw his hand going scoping the cum 3 times and disappearing. The 4th time he scoped the cum I noticed that he grabbed my cock with his cum covered hand and rubbed it al over the length of my pulsating cock lubing it. I than noticed that he stood up.... and without asking pinned his very sloppy en extremely lubed asspussy over my cock his ass went all the way down on my cock filthy and bareback. That was mind blowing for me. This was extremely dirty.... and fucking horny bareback. His asspussy felt sooo warm and slippery on my cock. He kept it there for a few minutes and than startet to milk/fuck my cock. It was clear that he just wanted my cum in his ass. And that is what he got from me. When I got home I inspected my cock.... it was very sticky and I noticed lots of dried up cum... and ass juices. The smell that came of my cock was mind blowing. I did not wash my cock for the next day's or so to enjoy the heavy smell. And I took that smell with me on my next Walton Bridge visit. I am back living in Holland now... and I do mis those sleazy/dirty cottage encounters a lot.

Two places come to mind where the sauna was dirty like hell and the debauchery was heavy. I am a Nomad and world traveler without a home address. I always try to find gay saunas or sometimes just bad adult bookstores or even cinemas. I was once in Santiago and came on a morning flight from abroad and had to wait until the evening to take the bus down south, so I had to kill at least 4 hours or so. A sauna I knew from a trip I had done in the past was a bit far and not open yet but there was one, I'd never visited before within a 15 to 20 minute walk from the bus station. So off I went. The place was called; Turkish Bath Chacabuco. It was dirty and not very secure for keeping your possessions safe. In the maze of the dark steamroom, sex was going on all around and I did get a couple of loads in my ass. I did manage to catch my bus. Another one was a lot of years later in Madrid, Spain where I was in desperate need of some loads. Walked 20 minutes from my hostel to "The Cage". It was actually a guy here on Breeding Zone that mentioned he had a blast of a good time there. Again, the place wasn't very clean and pretty small... maybe I was at the wrong time because most of the guys were talking at the bar. Apparently the place was build to have sex all over the place and in the open, but not much was going on there... No sauna or steam bath but all cruising. There were a couple of slings and there was fucking going on there... Of course all bare. So as soon as a sling came available I hoisted myself in there and had my legs up and ass forward and yes I did get serviced there nicely, I think about three times with a nice warm load in my ass... In Berlin I missed out because of the stupid Covid shit. Most other countries I went to all were more or less decent clean or proper places and I did get loads there as well. Now I am much more experienced and know what to look for and a lot more sleazier cum addict, so I could probably find more dirty places to get my loads, whereas in the earlier years I would be a bit more careful what place I would seek out. Most of the places in London when I was still very young, I never heard of. When I was in Amsterdam I had great succes in the NZ Sauna and left the place often well serviced and loaded. There is a sauna in Enschede called 'T Bölke, which I frequently visited when I lived in Holland and that was pretty good and clean. Not always to busy. In Arnhem there is Steamworks and that place is more a designers place, very beautiful, but up stairs the sauna and the darkrooms and maze were great places to get your fix and get depth charged during a Friday night or weekend. If I would go back to the Netherlands, Paris - France, Berlin in Germany or Barcelona, or any other big city, I would seek out more sleazy places or party venues to get loaded. First destination will be back to Central America; Costa Rica, El Salvador [wasn't impressed with Club Scandinavia in San Salvador - Salvadorians aren't much into Gringos], and eventually back to Mexico where I know some good fuck friends. We'll see what 2023 will bring. As it looks, we might as well enjoy whatever we have left in life in case the Nukes are starting to fly. Ps. as a Nomad and a bottom cumslut, I am always on the lookout for tops that can offer even a bed for a night or more in exchange for unlimited ass I am offering. So if you are on my route - the plan is NO plan - keep track of me through DM and let me know. Connect with me and send me your city and possibilities, so when I am near I can give you a shout. My ass is open and I love to get fucked, gang banged - do invite your friends - and much more...

So I 44m he is a 20yo South American boy who I have dating for about a month now after chatting online for a year. Over the past year he has told me how he loves seeing my slam videos online and how sexy I was. I asked him a few times if he partied like that , his response was a stern “NO” but he didn’t mind that I did. In my head I thought to myself “. If I can get him to hang just one night , I will get him slamming and loving it . So finally after a year of begging to go on a date he finally messaged me and asked me on a date. We made plans for that Friday for me to come to his place and we order in and watch a movie and just chill. Friday finally came and as I was packing a bag a of course packed all my pointing supplies , hehe, in hopes I would get to convert him . When I got to his place I was so nervous I could barely even speak especially since he came to the door wearing just a jockstrap. I was in awww as a gazed over his young furry (in all the right places ) muscular frat type body and huge package . His reply was “I knew you had a jockstrap fetish so I wore this for you “. He then made me strip down to my jockstrap then brought me in to his living room, while he went to the kitchen to grab drinks . I sat on the couch waiting for him to come back with our drinks. He sits next to me and we immediately start talking about Tina , mainly him asking tons of questions and me answering til about the 10th one and was like “how about I just show you “. He got really shy and quick change the topic “so tell me about your ex’s” he said , I told him how my past bf’s we were in open relationships, we loved having our cake and eating it to . (Him being so young ,20 , of course didn’t understand that saying). So I just continued explaining my history. I especially loved hearing about their hookups , turned me on knowing they were out slamming with other guys and getting fucked by the entire city . My friends would text me pics of my bf getting fucked by them or getting fucked at the party they were both at . He stated he has never been in an open relationship, but it sounds fun and is very interested. Earlier in the evening I asked him if he wanted to slam , he says to me , he definitely wants to try tina just not tonight as he is fumbling with his jockstrap,trying to hide a massive boner . (The kid is 5”10 170lbs with a 10x8 massive uncut cock ). Ha by the looks of it something wants it now. He tells me that on Saturday mornings he takes care of his 80yo uncle , his uncle counts on him so much . I was like well that’s just an amazing act of goodness(definitely scored some points there ), It was getting late so I decided to call it night just go home then and try another time. But then as we were hugging he made the first move by sucking on my neck and before u knew I had him bent over the back of the sofa and was eating his hot 24yo hairy ass and him begging for my Cock. We fucked for a couple hours til we both shot our loads all over each other just as his roomate was coming in the front door. Which was fucking so hot! We ended up falling asleep naked on his deep oversized couch. I wake next morning to his roomate on the other end of the couch jerking his 20 something huge cock , (kids these days all have monster dicks). So of course I crawl over between his legs and just start deep throating the fuck out of this kids Dick , He cums in a matter of seconds , shoots ropes upon ropes of cum down my throat , so much that I couldn’t even swallow anymore , and as I pull away from his cock it’s still shooting all over the couch between his legs and i swear it kept using cum for 15 min . It was the hottest thing ever . He says “you should see this cum shot when he fucks my boys ass”. He finally wakes up an hour later , and the three of us fucked before I had to leave for work at 11. As I was leaving I told the boy that I get off at 7 so let’s hangout again. He said of course but had a shitty grin on his face as I walked away. I didn’t think much of him since he said he was going to help be helping his uncle til around 5pm when I hadn’t heard from him all afternoon even after texting him a couple times. 7pm rolls around and I am heading home , I decide to call him to see if we are still on for tonight, he answers but his voice sounds really different, now it’s a change of voice pitch that I am very familiar with since I am a slammer and I could here porn playing in the background. I was like hey what’s going on where are u ? He replied “I did it babe , Please don’t be mad “ Did what I replied “I slammed babe , “. I was instantly rock hard and told him “ fuck no I am not mad, it’s fuckn hot babe , and so hot that ur fucking honest “. He tells me that he was so turned on by our conversation last night that he met up with a 78yo muscle daddy that begged him to let him slam him for the first time. My boy told the man that he has a Bf ( which I thought was so fuckn hot ). And that the guy didn’t care and told my boy that I could join later . My boy knowing that it turns me on hearing my bf hooking up he ran with it. When I called they were getting ready to slam for third time , i asked for them to wait and the old man said no but he can watch via FaceTime . So I immediately FaceTime call my boy , only to see him naked hard as a rock in a sling and twacked the fuck out and here comes this hot old guy with a huge thick cock and syringe with a hefty amount of fluid in it. When I asked the size , the daddy replies .8 . I was like fuckkkkkk that’s so hot. I watched him stick the needle in my boys arm and then just rams the plunger down pushing all that meth it into my boys body.. My boy jolts up starts coughing and talking tweaker talk as his blasts off to another dimension, he’s coughing he’s thrashing around telling the daddy to fuck him , fist him , use him repeatedly over and over again and telling me to get over there now so I can fuck him up more. I got home ,stripped out of my clothes , and was sitting naked on the couch watching this video old man use and abuse my boy when my roommate walks out of his room into mine with needles in hand, hands me one and we slam up. I show him my boy in action, he says let go fuck him up with that guy . It was so hot hearing my friend wanting to do that with my bf . So we got dressed and went over to the guys house. A different guy answered the door and let us in , he was naked and rock hard and sweating profusely, he guided us back to the man cave where I met the old man and find my boy in a sling with three daddies around him. I went over and kissed him as well as praising him for doing this today . He smiled at me and begged me to slam him , I turned around and the old man had the slams already for me. They again were .8 and it was less than two hours since he last was slammed, I was hesitant at first til the old man ordered me to slam my boy again . So I did , and watched him go into total whore pig ecstasy. I fuckn loved it , watching him get plowed while I laid on the bed so the old man could slam me up and have his way me. Omg that .8 was amazing. We fucked and slammed two more times til morning everyone had left and the old man was past out on the couch . So we laid there in the old man’s bed tweaking out like crazy , he still rock hard with cum oozing out of his hole. I kept eating from my fingers . He kept telling me how this was the best night of his life and can’t wait to do it again. I was like fuck yeah we definitely will my little Chem whore. Stay horned for part 2

Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted but my husband and I have recently moved. New location , new dick. I have my fair share of regulars here and get cum when I want but we’ve made some friends and play together with one of them. It’s supposed to be exclusive but still… now I have my husband and our buddy to cheat on. The other night I was home alone. Prime opportunity to cheat. The first guy was a bust. Lied on his Grindr profile and wasn’t my type. I went over to his place to swallow his cum but had to leave. I hopped right back on Grindr and found a married guy who happened to be in the area. He needed to hookup quick since he was headed home. I quickly made it back to my place and got ready for him. Unlocked the door and waited naked on my knees, sniffing poppers. His profile didn’t do him justice. He was a little chubby but hot af. I quickly undressed him and started sucking his cock. Now, he know I was cheating on my husband but I didn’t know he was a cheater until we were talking. He told me to get up and show him my ass so I did. He asked what my husband would think if he knew we were having sex and I told him he’d be pissed. He said his wife would be too. My dick got harder instantly, I almost came right there. He started to pound my hole raw and I asked how often he cheats. He replied, “as much as I can” and then asked me to which I said the same thing. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as cleaned out as I thought since I had to rush to get ready. He pulled out and cleaned off his dick but still wanted us both to cum. I ended up sucking him off and was so turned on I bust my nut while blowing him. As soon as he saw that he was super excited. He wanted me to keep sucking and jerking him and when he was about to cum he asked to cum on my dick and in my pubes to which I said fuck yes. He came all over my cock and mixed it with my load. I scooped some up and tasted it while he went to clean up and take a piss (I just wish I coulda tasted his piss). We chatted while he got dressed and damn was he sexy. One of the best hookups I’ve had in a long time. So glad I got to cheat on my husband and our buddy. I hope it happens again real soon.

A cum deposit in me is the best thing a man can give me. Cum is the most precious part of a man's sexual pleasure. I was always taught by my stepfather to accept cum and never reject it. Hence irrespective of the man fucking me I have a no pull out policy. Also I have been told that I have a very smooth and deep man cunt that allows men to push their manhood deep inside me effortlessly. Also I am told that my cunt ring is tight despite the number of cocks I have taken in me which makes them feel like milking (I run for 5k 3x times/week and dedicate 2 days for leg workout besides Kegel)

I definitely keep anyones load inside me. Depending on how much or how deep the seed went into me that may be difficult. Many times I have gone to sleep filled with nut only to wake up having to release it. THere is nothing more intoxicating then the scent of semen that has been marinating all night in a man's anus

I never push it out but sometimes a little will leak out.

UPDATE: The store has new ownership and I was able to feed this past Friday. Hoping whoever bitched about me keeps their mouth shut so I can resume feeding here regularly again.

I genuinely don’t care. I assume that I’m getting dirty loads one way or another. I actually find the idea that I don’t care hot. Makes me feel more submissive to let guys use me no questions asked. On a couple occasions I’ve even had guys tell me they have stuff and told them to fuck me anyway.

I need to attend a rough stock round up and breed some mares.

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honestly as long as you save the messages and the fact he lied you will be fine. just got to be safe and save all encounters which is what i do so that i can prove my Innocence. i had a similar thing happen and he didnt block me on there so i took pictures of his conversation and sent it to grindr. the guy was actually 20 but lied to the police trying to get me arrested for something i didnt do and so i showed them the proof. hes facing criminal charges for what he did

My fantasy is to chug a one-litre container filled to the brim with warm, freshly squirted cum. I'd lift it up to my lips and not put it down until it was empty.

YES! It conjures an image of me giving him something his wife/husband is not providing.

Regarding "the curve" I'll begin with a confession. Many years ago, a man was working my hole with a 7 inch dildo, and lost his grip and the entire thing went deep in my hole. We couldn't get the damn thing out, so I went to the E.R. The doctor had me on my hands and knees and told me to arch my back down and get my chest as close to the table as possible. He said that would straighten the curve and using some kind of long forceps he was able to extract it. Point to my story is position is key, so try different ones. And be careful what you insert.

Fuck ya, it turns me on. Nothing is hotter than a horny married “straight” man fucking my boipussy raw at the bathhouse. I’ll be on my back and I’ll get a glimpse of their wedding band, flashing and reflecting their phone’s camera light as their left hand jacks my boi cock off. I love the idea of how their wife put his ring on him to be together forever, but now, my precum is oozing all over it.

Just got home from taking 3 loads… first was this hot 20-something jock with a nice cock. Opened the door to his apt naked and stroking. Dropped to my knees and started sucking on his cock; which was drooling delicious precum. Less then a min later he had me ass up on the couch and was jack-hammering my cunt and blew a massive load in me. in heat now, I got back on Sniffies and a guy a couple miles away needed a quick pump and dump hole. I get there to find the address is a hotel. He gives me a room number and tells me to come in and get ass up. I do as instructed. Turns out he’s staff and it’s an unbooked room. I suck him to get him hard, then he moved behind me to and takes his turn a breeding my cunt. Of course I’m not satisfied with two loads, so I’m sitting in my vehicle in the parking lot looking for my next sperm doner and the hotel guy ends up messaging me again. He wants to breed again. Same deal. Round two. He fucked a little harder the second time and left it in till he got soft. Not to bad for an impromptu Thursday night slut session.

Nobody actually famous, but in my personal Hall of Fame are my first man and my dear, sweet friend with benefits.

OMFG!!!! This orgy is amazing! The chemistry between them is awesome. I'd love to play every single role in this vid, and with ALL of them, of course... [think before following links] [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/56473/bareback-orgy-daddy-bears/

**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 3 Jeff went to his room. His head was spinning. Cum dump - is he? He should be faithful to his wife and a good role model for his children. Now he's been letting almost-stranger men fuck his unprotected hole and let the men inject their sperm inside. Despite the shame, the thought excited Jeff. He put on the jockstraps Jack had given him and looked at himself in the hotel room mirror. He liked what he saw. Jeff washed up and went to bed, but the thoughts just kept spinning. It was already half past twelve, but Jeff couldn't sleep.. He tried to push out of his mind what Burt had said about the steam room and half the night. But he didn't succeed. "What if he just went to see if Burt's words were true," Jeff thought. At the same time, Jeff had already taken off his jockstraps and put on a bathrobe and slippers and was already in the corridor on his way to the spa department. Jeff left his bathrobe and slippers in the dressing room closet and wrapped a towel around his waist. At the door of the steam room, he realized that he hadn't even remembered to put on his speedos. Jeff entered the sauna and climbed onto the top bench. Burt had been right. The bench was filled with dark human figures that made room for Jeff. Jeff sat down between the two men. They sat there side by side. Intimacy in a dark sauna felt erotic to Jeff. He noticed that the men on both sides had their towels open, just like Burt had during the day. In fact, both men's cocks were fully erect. Jeff decided to be brave and opened his own towel and revealed his own rock hard cock. In a flash, he felt another man's hand on his cock. The man on the other side put his hand behind Jeff's neck and began guiding Jeff's head towards his crotch and hard cock. The man wanted a blowjob from him. Jeff willingly opened his mouth and let the man's sweaty cock slide deep into his throat. At the same time, he felt the man pushing his hand up his ass and towards Jeff's hole. "Ooh, your hole is already slick," said the man in a loud voice. The man grabbed Jeff's hips with both hands and forced Jeff to get up from the bench. With a very quick and powerful movement, the man moved Jeff onto his lap and sat Jeff directly on his cock. Jeff moaned in both pain and pleasure. The man said to Jeff, "welcome to the saddle and now it's your turn to ride". Jeff supported himself from the bench with his hands and raised his ass in the man's lap. At which point the man pushed Jeff back into the ball deep. This went on for several minutes until the man scrambled to his feet with his cock still in Jeff's ass. The man bent Jeff so that Jeff had to take support from the sauna bench with his hands. Now the man started to fuck Jeff's ass very hard until he sped up more and emptied his seed inside Jeff. The man thanked Jeff and pulled away. Immediately a new cock replaced the cock and started pounding Jeff's ass. Jeff took in the sperm of 9 men in the sauna. He couldn't even see any of their faces properly. He didn't know how old they were or anything about them at all. This anonymity excited Jeff. The facelessness kind of worked as a protective shield. He wouldn't have to look anyone in the eye while offering his ass to men. Then there was no need to feel ashamed either. The men seemed to leave the sauna as soon as they had emptied their balls. Soon Jeff was alone and left himself through the dressing room to his own room. It was twenty five minutes past midnight. The whole trip to the steam room had only lasted 55 minutes. The men had really only been looking for a place to dump their seeds. Jeff went straight to bed feeling completely exhausted and fell asleep immediately.

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Part 2 I was panting like a dog in heat. My eyes were nearly glazing over, my tongue was sticking out. I'm pretty sure I looked like one of those girls in a hentai movie after getting pounded into oblivion. I glanced around the room; there must have been at least a whole nother 15 or 20 men who showed up. The third man of the stepped up and shoved his cock into me to the hilt. I whelped at first as my cum stained hole had tightened up a little but I was moaning loudly as the man brutally fucked me. He was a shorter and paunchier white daddy, whose cock was all that big, but it was thick. Thicker than a beer can. He was overtop of me, pounding my hole. I collapsed onto my belly as he fucked in prone. "Hmm... I love fucking neg holes like yours. My poz load is incredibly potent, I've knocked up many sluts like you. Take it, slut!" he whispered in my ear. At this point, I was already cumming hands free for the second time of the night as he mercilessly fucked me. Two minutes later, he gave one final thrust and unleashed his potent load inside me. He whispered that he hoped it was his load that impregnated me. He grabbed the marker and drew his tally on my ass. That was three. The next man stepped up and flipped me onto my back. It was an Asian daddy who was short and skinny. In fact, he was wasting away, that's how skinny he was. His cock was short and thin, but he made up for it with passionate fucking. He kept his passionate pace, fucking for seemed like an hour and still hadn't cum in me yet. My cock had recovered and was hard again, flopping around, slapping against me as the daddy fucked me. Just as I thought he was about to cum, he pulls out and motions for a whole nother daddy to join him. A fat black grandpa with a raging hard BBC laid down next to me and motioned for me to climb up on top and ride him. I climbed up and eased myself down onto his raging hard cock. He slowly started to pump in and out of my hole, gaping it wider. My cum filled and wrecked hole was full, but within moments, it became fuller. The Asian daddy slim his thin dick back into me. I was being double penetrated. The two expertly alternated piston fucking me. Within five minutes, the Asian daddy didn't last and blasted his potent seed. This in turn set off the black grandpa, who also came inside me. Two loads for the price of one. The both wrote a tally on my ass. I was up to five poz loads now. The three poz daddies who came in me, left. Robert and Bill told me even more were planning on arriving. I looked at the clock on the wall, 11:16 pm. Five loads into an all-night and potentially into the morning pozbang.

Thanks for the comments so far. Im glad people are enjoying it. ______________________________________Part 5 *have it your way* The text keeps flashing through my mind even hours later when my wife and I went to bed. What is he going to do? His note just said no rules for a while but I just keep getting the feeling it's going to be more. I get almost no sleep that night the cage and the daunting feeling keeping me awake most of the night. I go to the gym bright and early and join Sir Nate in the locker room. "Good morning Sir" I say his smell hits me right away. It seems stronger somehow. It makes me want to be naked with him. I'm not gay. I'm just doing this to get my cage off. "Good morning boi" he replied. "I heard someone got in trouble." His tone made me feel really bad. "I'm sorry Sir I made a mistake. It won't happen again" he pulls out my work out clothes from his bag. "Good Boi. If you didn't fail you'd have the next rule right now" He's walkig towards me his smell getting stronger my head starting to go fuzzy. "Here's your workout uniform today" there was no jockstrap. I want to ask for one but can't seem to form words. All I see is him in his singlet and his chest hair. I kind of want to smell his chest imagining this fuzzy feeling becoming permanent just a bit of fuzzy and euforia. No wait I have a wife, I can't do this to here. I quickly strip with Sir Nate right beside be. While I'm completely naked he feels up my body a little bit keeping what little distance is between us. After he drops his hand I put on the new singlet which is the same cut as last time but this one is dark green while wearing it you can clearly see my cage sinch I have no underwear to hide it. We headed out into the gym. We do various work outs and I notice that Sir gets a lot closer during them. Usually he is on the machine beside me or something along those lines but this time he uped my weights by a lot and says he needs to spot me. I feel his cock rubbing against me the entire session. None of the body builders seem to notice, or they don't mind. When we are doing bench press his cock is pretty much pressed against my face. I should be disgusted but I feel like I'm about to break my cage my dick is trying so hard to grow. I just want to lick his cock. I could if I wanted to, I would just need to stick out my tongue. No. wife. Straight. me. "Your almost there I think your master will be pleased with your progress." His voice snaps me out of my train of though" "What?" He slaps me hard across my ass. I'm doing squats now. I don't even remember moving. We are alone I the gym now and our singlets are around our waste. He back behind me spotting me again and I can feel his cock pressing against my ass through the layers of spandex. "What Sir" "Sorry Sir, what did you mean Sir" "Better, I think Jackson will be impressed with your body, it's not much now but you can see it will be the way he likes it." "Thank you Sir" We finish up our work out and back in the changeroom he gives me a jock strap to wear. I take off the singlet which he takes from me and I start looking for my clothes. "Sir do you know where my clothes are?" I ask "Yes I do" as I see him add my singlet to a bag of my clothes. He zips it up "you are expected at Master Jacksons in an hour. Good luck" he takes my clothes and leaves. How am I going to get to my car in nothing but a jockstrap? I trun to grab my keys from the locker remembering I keep them in my pants. I don't need to get to my car I need to get to Jackson's house. Fuck me. I find a towel in the locker room but no clothes any where. I guess I will have to use this. I wrap it around my waist tight and start walking. Sir Nate told me I had an hour Jackson's house is is a 55min walk so I have to get moving. I know of some hiking trails so I get most of thebway there just seeing confused hikers. But when I have to go back on the main streets the worse thing happens. I almost got hit by a car. I get up about to tear this guy a new one when Sean gets out of the car. "What the fuck are you doing" he yells "why are you naked." "I'm not naked and can you drive me somewhere." I get in his car before he responds" "What happened" I relayed the info as he drives and he just shakes his head at me. "I need you to divorce my mom she doesn't need this kind of shit again." "I told you I'm not gay. I'm not enjoying this. Do you think I have a choice in the mater." "I do think you're enjoying this. If you didn't want to run around in a jockstrap you would have asked the front desk of the gym to borrow their phone and called your wife." I'm silent the idea didn't cross my mind. "Exactly, you keep saying you don't want this but from where I'm standing it seems like every decision you've made is to encourage it." "I made one mistake you can't say every decision" "You say the letter said no more rules for a week if you failed to provide photo evidence of wearing thongs and jockstrap. Then why did you not wear the thong. You could have worn your boxers over or just taken the thong with you but I think you wanted the extra week." He parked and pretty much pushed me out of his car "fucking fags they are the worst at thinking" he drives off. I didn't want the extra week. I didn't want the extra week. Why do I need to convince myself of this. I go inside and Jackson orders me to start cooking right away. I cook everything. We eat in silence. When he starts fag school he asks "how are you going to make me happy and forget your blatant disregard for my rules?" "All I can off you is my dick Sir" if I don't get a rule at least I'll get to cum. "OK I think I have something in mind" fuck yes. It's better than nothing. We go to the bed room and I'm about to take my jockstrap off when he stops me. "Not yet" he puts chains on my ankles. "This way you can't take the jock strap off unless I let you" He teases me going down my body as he unlocks me and the moment the cage is loose. I'm like a rock, full mast, ready to be blown. He walks over to the other side of the bed and grabs something from his bed side table. Coming back I realise it's a condom. He puts it on me and kneels on the bed doggy style. "Umm. Aren't you going to blow me?" "I think you know what you have to do to let me forgive your error" Fuck

Convertion party… Whoring out my neg bug chaser bf this weekend, looking for those off meds tops with a huge viral load to come breed this cumdumpster willing hole slut and fill him with your gifts 😈

Not very long, I get bored very easily and I’m not one of those guys who will go to a sauna/ club and just chill out lol like I’m going there to get fucked, if that’s not happening there is no reason to stay tbh

Prefer without gloves.....I like to check out the hands first to make sure theyre not rough but basically skin on skin is the best and when topping I want to feel all of the wonderful sensations of the bottoms hole

Nice but when does Big Brother get pozzed

I just got Chlamydia in my booty today 👉👈🥺

I got a massage in Sydney by a hot guy. The massage was awesome, and at the end he was rock hard (as was I lol) and he got me off the table and fucked me raw from behind over the table and flooded my insides with a load. Obviously he stayed hard, and while still in me with his body pressed up against mine he leaned in and kissed my neck and said he needed to piss. I said go for it. As he slowly felt my chest from behind and kissed my neck, I started to feel his warm piss fill my hole and it felt amazing. Feeling him fill my arse with his piss felt amazing and he groaned as he let it all go. In the end he slowly pulled out and like some of the other comments say, may arse clenched tight naturally and I didn't lose a drop. I held it there for a few more minutes as we made out some more then went to the shower where I had to let it go. But it really was a magical feeling and I am always up for it now 🙂 Enjoy it!