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Heyy my first share here was in a new area and hit up sniffies to find an alpha that needed to nut. The usual profile just an anon nsa bb dumb jockbro looking for alpha nut and this blank profile responded expect he sent a big uncut thicc cock pic. told me where to wait at a cruisy park so I went there from gym in jockstrap and footyshorts ready with poppers and couldn’t find anyone it was deserted so got out of car and looked around. Soon a delivery van pulled up and this hot jockbro alpha got out and made me come to his van and with the door open standing up outside in the open got his cocknout it was fukn hot as so I started sucking him he’s playing with my jockpussy. Hit the poppers but then he’s like push me into the door and starts fucking me hard rough right off and I’m like fuuuck yeah that’s big cock but it’s not the same as the pic and as he’s fucking me another van pulls up and I’m like fuuuck we’ll get seen but he doesn’t stop he’s like getn ready to nut. Didn’t even talk yet n he’s like take my load slut and nut up me as the other van driver comes over and he’s like wow I didn’t wait for me? And I’m like fuck this is the alpha I was supposed to meet and he’s like hard af. So first alpha pulls out and I turn round to suck him and then the other alpha slams his raw cock in fully deep n fucks me hard to and he’s like saying what a dumb slut I am thinking the other guy was him. N then he’s like take my nut u dumb cockslut and nuts in me too and then he’s like done he leaves and I’m like fuuuck that was hot af n my jockpussy is fukn loaded good

Curious if any of you have gone and had sex with someone that turned out to be closer to your circle than you thought? An example: I was in LA for work. I flew in the Friday before so I would have the weekend to hang with friends. That Saturday night I was out with a buddy, had a couple drinks and a gummy that got me going. Unlike NYC, LA closes down or starts to around 2am. My friend went home and I back to my hotel. Curiosity had me on grindr before I was out of the elevator. The great thing about traveling is you can have a blank profile (not recommending) and still get a bunch of hits. The algorithm is in your favor. I took a quick shower and made sure I was good...just in case. With no real intention to hook up, some times I just like the attention. One guy, headless torso, was in the hotel across the street from me. In town for work, not single, insists on playing safe "if it gets there." All the things I like to hear. He asked if I wanted to come over. I told him I was already in bed, in my underwear and sent him a photo looking down my body to my briefs and my spread legs as a tease. He messaged back with a dick Pic, asking what I wanted him to do to me. "well, may favorite thing is to beat off while hitting poppers with a guy between my legs teasing my hole with his dick" I fired back. That got me a double fire reaction. "only teasing or can I push in?" "if I take a big hit of poppers and you felt the urge to push the tip in... I wouldn't be mad." "just the tip?" he asked. "well, if you wanted more than the tip you have to wrap it up," I confirmed. "of course, I only play safe" he reminded. "what room are you in?" I was tipsy and still rolling from the gummy (I know I'm a lightweight). My heart started beating fast and I text him my room number. Then I went to my bag to unpack my sex kit to realize it wasn't in my bag. "I don't actually have my stuff, no condoms, poppers or lube" I messaged real quick. "no problem," he said. "on my way." Within minutes he was at my door with a sexy grin because I answered in just my Aero briefs. Not chatting, his hands went to my hips and started kissing me before the door was closed. We stumbled to the queen sized bed and I fell backwards into it, him on top of me, spreading my legs wide as we shuffle to the center of the bed. His clothes flying off quickly, then he yanked my briefs off, tossing them aside and they landed on the weird lamp in the corner of the room. He resumed kissing me for a minute, then reached back for his sweatpants to grab some poppers out of his pocket. It was a new bottle and he managed to rip that seal off with his teeth and then passed them to me for the first hit. It was strong, I just lay there and enjoyed the rush of the new bottle as he positioned himself to close the gap between my ass and his dick. Rubbing the fat, leaking head of his uncut 7.5" rock hard dick up and down my crack, searching for my hole. As soon as he grazed over it I let out a soft moan. "yeah, you like that?" "yeah," I moaned and started stroking my dick. Rocking my hips on his cock as he jerked himself off on my hole. Both of us moaning and enjoying the feeling of each other's sex parts and all of the touching we don't normally do with strangers. Another hit of the poppers and I felt him add spit to his cock and try to push the head in, but I'm too tight and he just keeps teasing. A few minutes later he pushed a pillow under my ass drops down and starts running my hole. I moan softly, running my fingers through my hair, jerking off with the other hand as my ass clenches and relaxes around his tongue as it gets a little deeper with every flex. Fuck it felt good, an expert ass eater. He pops back up and grinds against me, spreading my legs further apart, letting his cock slip into my now wet hole. I quickly took a deep hit, then another of the poppers and passed it to him to inhale. He took a long hit and then passed it back as he added pressure to my hole with his cock head I took another hit and felt the incredible pressure of his head popping into my hole.. I the my head back into the pillow and let out a louder moan, flexing my hole on his cock. He moaned with me and started stroking my cock for me as I enjoyed all the pleasure running through my body all at once. His one hand stroking my dick slowly, the other massaging my thigh and the space between my balls and hole. It felt amazing! As he stroked me he rocked his hips a little, "you like that?" he moaned. I nodded my head and let out a gaging "yeah" and placed my palm on his lower abs to remind him not to push all the way in. We rocked and moaned in pleasure for a few minutes and then he grabbed the poppers and leaned into me, helping me take another hit and not so subtly getting another inch into my tight hole. I took the hit and then the other side, the rush rolling over me like a wave. Both my hands running throb my hair as I enjoyed more of his big dick, sliding in with ease thanks to his precum. "fuck" I breathed out, feeling him spread my legs and deliberately ride that wave with me another inch deeper and then another. "fuck you're tight," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. I smiled in bliss, "fuck dude, that feels so good." I felt him flex his dick inside me, "yeah real fucking good." He learned in, getting even deeper into me as he came in for a passionate kiss and started slowly rocking his hips into me. Moaning with me. My arms around his back pulling him in, I felt so good, the muscles in his back flexed as his hips curled his dick deeper into me. "fuuuck", I moaned, bragging the kiss he went straight to sucking my neck and I moaned. "did you bring the condom?" "I didn't have any," he whispered, still rocking his dick inside me. We both enjoyed a moment of knowing we had two choices, stop our continue. As he continued rocking his hips, deeper and harder with each thrust, his gentle curve hitting that spot inside me. " Can I fuck you raw?" he asked and kissed my neck without skipping a thrust. "You said you don't have anything right?" I wrapped my legs around his taught waist. "yeah," he shifted his weight to shift into a fucking position in the smoothest transition I've ever experienced. "fuck, don't stop", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as he started to fuck me. "you sure?" he asked, full on fucking me now. "fuck yes, this feels so good," I moaned. He kissed me and fucked me firm but sensually, moaning with pleasure. His body in sync with mine, it felt amazing. He put sat up, putting my legs on his sculpted shoulders, he took another hit of poppers and passed them to me, starting to fuck me harder before I even had a chance to take another hit, but I did. He slowed after a minute, deep dicking me, "take another hit." He let my legs drop as I took a hit, he leaned in and I helped him take a hit as he slowly fucked me. I took one more then caped it and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "can I cum in you?" he asked and kissed my neck. I hesitated, thinking I should say no. "you feel so good, don't make me pull out, it won't feel as good," he kissed my neck, thrusting hard and deep into me. I didn't say anything, just enjoying his last few thrusts, "I'm about to nut man," he warned. Thrust, thrust, he lift his head and looked me in the eyes, "I'm going to cum in you" and I saw his face as his orgasm took over, felt his cock swell and spasm as he unloaded inside me. "oh fuuuuck" he grunted as his entire body flexed inside and on me, curling his hips to get his dick as deep as possible while he nut inside me "and then collapsed on me. His sweaty body relaxed on me as he caught his breath and his dick slowly went limp and slid out of me. He rolled off of me with a soft," holy shit that felt good ". Minutes later he got up and quickly dressed. "I'll be in town all week for work if you want another round," he smiled, pulling on his shirt. "I have a busy week, but maybe," I told him. He left and I showered. Sunday was a recovery day, chillen by the pool and jerking off a few times thinking about the night before. Monday came, I went to work and had a few meetings with producers. Then I was introduced to the crew, the audio guy, who's name is Cole, introduced himself to me with a grin. He had every right to grin, he fucked me like a pro Saturday night and blew his load inside me. Now I'm working with him for a week.

Another lucky early morning fuck, just half an hour ago 😏 still dark here but i woke up early. A guy messaged me on Grindr just saying 'want cock?'. His profile blank except for the word 'sluts'. I replied yes and we exchanged a few pics and arranged to meet outdoors near my place. His cock looked huge, but you can't always be sure from the pics, right? He drove up and I hopped in his car. It's dark, so I didn't really see his face, can't tell how old he is. His voice sounds youngish. He unzipped and I leaned over and went to work. Soft, it was pretty small... He said 'don't worry, it grows!' Surely, enough, it did slowly rise up into a monster. While I sucked him, he pulled my pants down and was fingering my hole. After a bit he said, let's get out. Outside of the car, I got on my knees and he started face fucking me, quite rough... he got really turned on each time he pushed me to gagging. At this stage his dick was fully hard and really impressive. He asked if I want to try it in my ass. Haha so yeah. He turned me around and pushed it in... It was so wet from my gagging, better than lube 💦 I was a bit surprised how easily I could take it all the way... Felt just the right shape and he got a good angle. After pounding away a bit he told me to bend over with hands on the ground... Fuck, he was pile-driving it all the way, merciless. He paused a moment and stripped off his hoodie, kicked off shoes and jeans, without removing his dick from my hole, then went back to fucking completely naked. Next he pushed me flat down on the ground, and pumping away harder and harder he asked me how much I like getting raped, and did I want him to fill my hole with cum. Oh yeah. A moment later he went still and quiet... His dick buried balls deep. A silent cummer! He lay on top of me, totally still while I felt pulse after pulse of his load blowing, like a heartbeat in my ass. As he drove away a few minutes later, I saw p-plates on his car... As suspected, a young lad. Never saw him properly in the dark. Hope he'll be back 😈🍆🍑💦😏🔥

A hung daddy (very thick) just messaged. Told me to leave the door open. Wait naked on my knees and put a blindfold on. So there i was shaking with nerves and excitement in equal measures. I heard the door open and close. Followed by foot steps on the stairs. As soon as he entered the room he grabbed my throat tight and spat on my face. Followed by a slap. Want more?.....

Chapter 73: The Circle is Complete What an incredible time this had been for me! My year started off with my friend and I exploring our sexuality without actual sex. Simple jacking, fondling and deciding if it was gay or not. My step dad watching us fool around at the pool, knowing that he wanted to help me decide if I was indeed gay or not. Waiting until I was of legal age, to help me decide if I was indeed gay, by teaching me about M2M sex. Not just teaching me the basics, but putting his cock up my ass, taking my virginity, but heping me to determine the difference between love and pure primal gay sex. Introducing me to the pros and cons of becoming poz. Letting me decide if I wanted to become poz or not by showing me videos of poz sex, including with his dad, and taking me on our first bonding camp trip. Giving me the opportunity to have not only my first group sex, but a poz roleplay session to help me figure that piece of the puzzle out, without pressuring me to become poz. Then although by chance, meeting another poz father son couple that was at the campground for a pozzing party the same weekend we were there for a pozzing roleplay party. That weekend led me to become best friends with the boy that was getting pozzed that weekend, and helped me in my ultimate decision on becoming poz or not. By introducing me to my real dad who had desired to have M2M sex with me first, but never had the opportunity, yet was still cool with it even after my step dad pozzed me. Although not a happy thing, my step dad and mom had opened up their relationship, just as he and I had done. I had issues with my step dad pozzing my mom, and bringing a poz baby into this world. It all ended up good though, with my step dad impegnating my mom, but not pozzing her or my bouncing baby little step brother! Perhaps following in my footsteps. To my step dad for encouraging me to infect infect others before going on meds. My desire to poz my friend that opened my eyes to gay sex, even if it was just experimental. The excitenent and yet fear not knowing if my friend would want to be gifted. Most of all is that I realized I had two dads that truly loved me, and made me a secret part of their complicated lives. Willing to simply fuck me, share me or simply make love to me! I guess some stories do have fairy tale endings afterall!

I had just slid my cock into the leather daddy's hole when my phone started ringing. It was Manny. It was like 2AM where I was and 11PM in LA. I wasn't going to answer but then the texts started flying in: Please answer. I know you're up. I'm so high I need to hear your voice. So the next time it rang I answered. I slowed down, holding my cock in the dad's hole real still. "What r you up to?" "No good. You?" "I feel so guilty. I just turned on this 19 yr old in my building. I got him high and bred him." "Don't feel bad." "I do." "Are you stroking?" "Can't stop. you?" "I'm pissing." I was filling the Dad with my chempiss. I took a pic of my cock in his hole. A biohazard tatt on his back. I texted it to Manny. "Fuck." "Manny?" "What?" "I tried a slam." He freaked out. He lectured me about how slamming was a line he would never cross. How he didn't want me to let the drug take over. I stroked my meat as he told me how worried he was about my addiction. And I accepted shotguns from both guys while he got all concerned. The Daddy took my phone out of my hands and talked to him. "Hey. Manny. He's gonna have to call you back tomorrow. Sorry sweetheart. " And he turned my phone off as they prepped my second slam.

213 is a good sample. 31% poz: 77 times the US rate. So kudos for bbzone for existing. 50% of all the poz converted after 2010. Makes sense with bbzone guys being into pozzing, and that once you're on the meds aids is a non issue Surprising to see so few of the original 80s Pozs. I don't think it's a question that there's none around, but that in this world of twinks and youth if you're old why bother

My 1st time in the mens room stall ! So I was with a few friends at a bar. I was drinking a bit play pool and horsing around with a few girls with my friends and one of the girls spilt a beer on this guy. I apologize to him and bought him a replacement drink. He said thanks and we introduced each other. We talked for a while and said you look familiar. I said yea i think our paths crossed before. He was nice looking wearing preppy clothes. He noticed one of my tattoos and said definitely we met. I laughed it off and said I have to take a piss and walked to the mens room. Didn't realize he followed me as i was standing taking a piss he came in and locked the door i turned around he said i fucked you with my boyfriend a month or two ago from a party at his friend's house. I was shocked and he came up to me and grabbed my cock and kissed me. This got me scared and hot. I reciprocated by sliding my hands down his shorts and grabbing his cock. Which was hard as a rock. He unbucked his pants and pulled me to the stall pushed me over the toilet and pulled my pants down and push me over to hold the toilet. He reached over and got some soap out of the dispenser and smeared it on my hole and his cock and slipped his cock in me and pumped hard and fast for a few minutes or so then he made a noise and felt him blow a load. He pulled out and started to clean up as I also grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up. We pulled up our pants and left. I got back to my friends like nothing happed. He walked by and said see you around Ill talk to my friend about this and thanks. That was fun.

Or, conversely, you could explain, since you evidently know all about it. Just because your sexual adventurism has given you insight into the byzantine codes and rituals for this type of clandestine sexual activity doesn’t mean everyone, or even most people, have had the same experience. I venture to say that I have experienced considerably more…shall we say, sexual variety than the majority of men out there, but I haven’t got a clue how one goes about understall, and frankly don’t get why anyone would want to in the first place - it appears cramped, awkward and distinctly unsanitary. But that’s just me. The OP is interested, and just like you when you first walked into the Sears men’s room, doesn’t have the information or experience he needs. There’s nothing wrong with asking for it from those who do. In a community like this, I think it’s reasonable for the OP to expect something more than to be told to go read a book.

So after a brief pause in writing fictional stories, I couldn't resist. I've learned my lesson on being more careful in content! Hopefully you enjoy this story. I grew up in a small Midwestern town of 600. People there knew something that happened to you before you knew about it! One thing they never knew was the relationship my dad and I had. As a young child, I was a heavy set guy. I had no interest in girls, neither did they to me. Sports weren't my thing. Sure I played little league, but it wasn't uncommon for me to skip practice to watch Sonny and Cher. In fact little league likely piqued my interest in guys. At that point in my life, I really didn't know what gay was. Apparently I was a slow learner. One of the team members however was mature beyond his age, and was my first "gay " experience. I didn't think it was really gay, just a curiosity. Jacking together. Skinny dipping. Finding our dads magazines and reading the penthouse forums to each other. And yes, admiring the female form. One thing we never did then was have actual sex. What did happen finally started in our Senior year, one hot May day after a playoff game. He invited me to his house and once there, suggested we skinny dip in his pool. We were both hot and sweaty, so why not? His mom was out of town, and his step dad at work. We stripped poolside, and I was in awe with his 8 inch cock. I was your average 6, but he was mean and lean. Before we jumped into the pool, he sniffed his jock, and asked me if I wanted to sniff it? Sure why not. It had an odd odor to it, not just sweat. He later told me he Jack's and shoots his load into it, usually after practice. I asked him if he would do that for me before getting into pool. He said yes, as long as I did the same. We each got on a lounge chair and started jacking our cocks. I came really quickly into my jock, and before he finished, we heard a car door slam, and jumped into the pool. It was his step-dad coming home. I'm pretty sure his dad saw us jumping into the pool naked, but he simply said cooling off after practice boys? We said yes, but my friend said yes Sir. I couldn't help that his dad grabbed his crotch as he said that. Fortunately his dad went back into the house and my friend and I got out of the pool, and sniffed my cummy jock. He then had me sniff it, and said he'd return the favor when his step dad wasn't around. TO BE CONTINUED!

I was trying to figure out the best place to reply to this thread since as I read through it I kept flipping sides as to the point of view I agreed with (joys of being a Libra)! But then tall and slender guy basically wrote my story so a few additional comments: 1. Is the bathroom active? Once I heard as a young teen that men had sex in public bathrooms I started exploring every single bathroom I could find. I’d look for clues like graffiti in stalls that said basically “have sex here” or “try such and such place for great blowjob” or call 867-5309 for a good time or “ meet here on Tuesday at 3:15 for head”. Then I started picking up on the “energy “ of the room. Like 10 guys standing around when there are two stalls and two urinals started to seem curious to me. Or if there were lots of guys waiting outside of a beach bathroom furtively staring at each other. Just the sex energy was palpable. I’m not discounting those of you on the spectrum or what you have said, but this was my experience. 2. Foot tapping- By the time I had picked up on all of the other clues the foot tapping almost seemed beside the point. Some other much more definitive clues were: shadow of a hard dick or of a guy jacking off under the stall was pretty clear. Reflective tile floors: sometimes I could actually see the reflection on the guy stroking his dick. Sounds- sometimes I could here the guy stroking, or whispering to me or the guy on the other side. Guys peeking through the slit in the door of my stall- this was a clue something unusual was happening since guys don’t do this in a “ normal” bathroom situation. 3. what type of sex is being offered- no fucking idea until i engaged with the person underneath the stall. I was there to suck dick, jack off, or get sucked. I would say that 95% of my experiences involved those three options. But that was the energy I was putting out. I did fuck a few guys. If a guy had a pen and paper and passed them to me with questions it was easier to sort all of that out right away. 4, why do it? Well for me before the interweb came into existence it was the easiest way for a young teen gay boy to look for sex. It was risky and hot and scary and exciting and I loved it. But it was all I knew. I still like the visceral feeling of cruising live vs. the (to me) impersonal sterile cruising on APPs. hope this helps. Happy Cruising!

Name to Respond to: Hole or Pussy Cell: PM me Location: Hyattsville, MD (20782) NOT Available: mainly during the day on weekdays. Work Mon-Fri. Age: 33 Height/Weight: 6’4”, 195lbs Ethnicity: Latin/Pacific Islander mix

Yesterday morning I had an early date to get my ass fucked but unfortunately my top had to cancel because of some work obligations. I was all cleaned out laying there stroking my cock aching to feel a man inside me. I was about to head to the bathhouse but decided to do some thing I normally don’t do. I decided to look on Grindr for any top that needed to unload. After about 25 minutes of chatting with a couple guys I made arrangements to hook up with a large muscular poz man (u=u) at his hotel room as he seemed very dominant and I really liked his hairy muscular body and the mustache was a plus. I shot some lube in my hole, put on a jockstrap, got dressed, and headed out for the hotel. The hotel was in a shitty part of town and it was pretty rundown. When I got there it looked like an old Holiday inn that was in disrepair. I parked my car and walked in the front door where I was greeted by a young guy at the counter, who looks high and definitely did not want to be there. I asked him where room 138 was in without saying the word he just pointed at a set of doors. I went through the doors and started walking down the long hall. I was only about 40 feet down the hall when I heard a slapping sound in the moans of a woman who was clearly getting fucked hard. I wasn’t halfway down the hall when I shit you not I heard another woman getting her brains fucked out. I finally got to the end of the hall and found the room, which was kind of set back in a dark alcove with the light burned out. I knocked on the door and almost immediately the door swung open. The guy I had been texting with stood there in the doorway giving me a what the fuck do you want look. He was wearing jeans that were a little snug and no shirt. He was pretty muscular, but definitely more fat than muscle, but nevertheless, he was a really big guy that could easily dominate me. His chest was covered in a thick blanket of dark chest hair that led all the way down into his jeans and that excited me as did his thick mustache. He said something along the lines of “you gonna stand there all day” but I don’t remember his exact words. He stepped to the side and felt my ass as I walked in. The room was really dimly lit with only one corner lamp on. There were beer cans sitting around and the room smelled strong of cigar smoke. I walked further in the room and I remember being surprised because there was another man who was equally large and heavy set, relaxing on one of the beds in his underwear. He was pinching the head of his cock through his underwear as he gave me a really creepy smile. This made me really uncomfortable because mustache man didn’t mention anything about another guy when we were texting. As I stood there contemplating my scary situation mustache man grabbed the back of my pants with one hand and pushed the other down to my hole and started feeling it. I was like a rag doll as he jerked me around by the back of my pants. He squeezed my scrotum hard and started to make fun of my testicals as he squeezed. Then without warning he shoved me face down on the bed that the other guy was laying on. I felt my pants get yanked down to my ankles and the other guy leaned over and pulled off my shirt. I felt a couple more firm tugs and my pants and shoes were off. I had a huge adrenaline rush and was extremely scared and turned on all at the same time. I turned my head and looked back and saw mustache man pulling his last leg out of his jeans. He had a decent size uncut cock with thick pubes surrounding it and I remember him rolling his foreskin back exposing his really meaty head and pulling a bottle of J lube jelly out from somewhere and squirting it on his cock. Just as I turned my head to look straight forward I felt mustache man climbing onto me and within seconds I felt his penis pushing its way through my not relaxed bands popping in balls deep with a thud that made me moan. Now fully mounted he grabbed the hair on the back of my head in his fist and began to fuck me roughly. As he was holding my head straight forward with his body weight holding me down the other guy stripped off his underwear and scooted so my head was buried in his ass. He was not attractive to me at all and I didn’t want to do anything sexual with him but he was way bigger than me so I was not in a position to say no. He was really overweight which is not something that bothers me at all but he was super flabby with ghost white skin covered in thin patchy dark body hair and homemade tattoos. The area around his cock and ass were discolored very brown and he had numerous skin tags. His cock was small, maybe 4 inches standing straight up and an insane amount of pre cum was running down his shaft. He scooted closer and in a nasally voice he told me to tongue his asshole. I said that I didn’t want to and as soon as I said that mustache man paused his thrusting into my ass and yanked by head back by my hair. He barked at me to “eat his ass now!” and pushed my head back into the guys ass. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the creases of his anus while staring at his leaking cock. I was having trouble rimming him because mustache man was pounding me so had and still holding my hair. I was slipping my tongue in his hole as far as I could and I could tell he liked this because he pushed mustache man’s hand off my hair so I could tongue him deeper. The thrusting in my ass began to speed up and mustache man laid all his weight on me. He put his arm around my neck like a choke hold. I turned my head to the side and he leaned down and we started kissing. He started to squeeze my neck tighter and I was staring to pass out right as he started to pump his charged load in my guts. I passed out for what I think was maybe 30 seconds and when I finally remembered where I was and what was going on mustache man was just slipping his cock out of my butt to stand up. Before I even knew what was happening the other guy was mounting me and thrusting his cock in my messy hole. I tried to pull away but he wasn’t letting that happen so I just let him fuck me. He started sweating all over me and lowered his belly against my back. As soon as he laid down on me his cock started entering me at a different angle that was directly hitting my prostate. Almost instantly it felt amazing and my cock began to tingle. I was moaning with each thrust and he was grunting loudly with each stroke so we were pretty loud. I noticed that mustache man had been talking a video with his phone but the sex felt too good for me to care. I felt like I was almost over the edge as this sweaty beast of a man fucked my hole with incredible vigor. All of a sudden I began to have a powerful orgasm and I blew my load right into the bed. This made my hole tighten as I pumped my cum and that made the guy in my ass start to cum. He pumped his load in me with slow deliberate thrusts and I was raising my hips to push him in me deeper. I started pushing back on his cock trying to get him to fuck me more and this made his whole body tremble. He laid on me for probably a good minute as I rocked my hips before he pulled out and rolled over. I stood up and as soon as I did cum started to roll out of my gaped ass and run down my thighs. Before I could walk to the bathroom mustache man had my clothes in his hands and started pushing me to the door while telling me to “get the fuck out of here”. He opened the door and pushed me naked dripping cum into the hallway and tossed my clothes in the hall. There was a housekeeper standing at her cart maybe 20 feet away watching the whole spectacle, smirking. I gave her a big smile as I started getting dressed in the hallway when out of nowhere the door opened up again, and mustache man threw my fucking shoes at my head. This made the housekeeper start to laugh out loud, which in turn made me smile more. I got all my clothes back on, and proceeded to do my walk of shame past the housekeeper. I’m glad it turned out OK as it could’ve been much worse and at least part of it was pleasurable. I chalk this one up in the no harm no foul almost rape category.

hey all... Going slow on writing, ended up doing another short chapter, mostly just filler. next chapter things should get spicy again and I'll try and write something a bit more substantial. ================================================== It was 5:18 when the doorbell rang, and as expected Keith stood I the opening, looking nervous and horny. Cameron had opened it, wearing only a thin T-shirt and a pair of loose boxers, his cock making a dripping spot on the front as he looked the boy up and down. “Well Fuck, Max was right, he said you’d not let us down, and here you are. Come on in.” He said, Keith walking in and looking at the huge beefy Daddy in front of him. “Thanks, I, Don’t even know why I came back.” “Fuck I did, you got our seed in you, our POZ seed, and it’s got a hold on you big time. You took only a bit, but I can tell its already getting in your brain, telling you need more.” Cameron said as he led the boy in and wrapped his huge arms around him and kissed. Keith melted instantly, wanting to protest but enjoying it too much. The muscles of the man, his sweat, his scent. Cameron kissed deeper, almost as if trying to suck the air right from Keiths lungs, his eyes rolled up and he felt like he was going to pass out before the huge bear let go. Keith stumbled back panting for breath. “Like that Kiddo? Just a taste of what we have planned for you tonight. Just so you know, Daddy Max is out right now, he’ll be back soon, but it’s just you and me right now.” Cameron said as he pulled Keith back in close. ‘Fuck, so hot, I want, more, of you, and him.” Keith said, still gasping. “Want more POZ cock Boy?” Cameron grunted as he guided the boy toward one of his fat thumb sized tits, nestled in the scratchy fur of his body. Keith began to suckle on it immediately and gave a mumbled. “Mmmrmmmmmmm” sound. “What was that kiddo? Got to speak up for Daddy here.” “I said. I, fuck, I do, I want your Poz cock in me, I don’t care what happens. I just, I need more.” Keith said, and Cameron laughed. “Fuck boy, you have no idea just how much more we have to give you in the next few days. But before that lets get cozy, Max should be back soon, but we can have some fun to ourselves.” He said and pulled the unresisting Kieth with him as he headed toward the back of the house. In moments Cameron had pulled the Keith into the bedroom and down on a large bed that smelled of sweat and sex. Cameron tore of the thin stained shirt he wore and leaned back on the bed, pulling Keith on top and squeezing him in a tight bear hug. Instinctively, Keith began nuzzling into the thick chest hair and began to nuzzle and sniff. Gently Cameron guided the boy into his rank hairy pit. “Theres a good boy, just relax and breath that in for a while, it’s better than poppers I promise.” He said as Keith moaned and nodded his head. For Keith, who always prided himself on getting clean after using the gym, always using deodorant, the intense funk from Camerons pit hit him hard and made his eyes water. He wanted to be disgusted by it, but he felt it awaken something deep inside him, something raw and primal. All too soon, he was breathing it in an almost hypnotic state. Cameron chuckled as he watched Keith breath deeply. He didn’t often meet many guys who so quickly got into his scent like this, and he started to think about the chances of this hot boy coming into his life. “I don’t think it’s an accident you found us you know. Im not one for fate or destiny or that shit, but, fuck kiddo, there’s hundreds of horny gay men around right now, and you walked right into us first. Like you were meant to find us.” He said and reached down to stroke his already thickening infected phallus. “What do you think kiddo? You think it was fate running into two hot Daddies off their meds? Looking for a boy to infect?” He said casually as he listened to Keith moan. As much as Keith was lost inhaling the pit fumes of Cameron, the words were enough to rouse him from his moaning… “Fuck, I don’t, I mean god you’re so fucking hot, Max is hot, I want you both so bad, but, it’s still so messed up.” “Messed up? How so?” Cameron said, egging the kid on. “Your both, Poz, and, wanting to spread it, spread a disease that can kill you? It’s I mean, once your infected…” Keith said, his voice trailing off as Cameron moved him toward his other pit now, letting the boy inhale the rank scent from the other side. “Shhhh look, I know you’re scared, and unsure… but don’t worry about that right now. Just relax and Let your new Daddies show you a good time.” He said, squeezing his cock, watching as a few drops of virus infused precum dribbled out from the tip. Scooping up the precum, he kept a firm grip on Keith as he slide his fingers down toward his exposed hole, enjoying getting another moan as he gently slid the small amount of his viral strain into the boy. “Thats a good boy, relax, and just accept it one part at time. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” A moment later, the sound of the front door could be heard, and Max came back into the house carrying a load of groceries. Dropping them off in the kitchen, he made his way to the bedroom and smiled. “Hope you two aren’t starting already? We’ve got a party to get ready for” he Sid, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the June summer day. Cameron chuckled and let go of the death grip he had of Keith deep in his pit, letting the boy get some fresh air. “Of course not yet, just, talking about things. Discovered out new boy is a Musk Hound, almost passed out sniffing my pits here.” He said, Keith looking drunk as he rubbed his face, his eyes heavy from the pit fumes. Max grinned and started to rub his crotch. “Well is that a fact? Going to be good to know. Especially for tonight. I’d say its just about time to get ready for the main event tonight.” Max said as Keith looked up, releasing only now his cock was sprouting a massive hard on that he couldn’t immediately do anything about. “Party? What type?” He asked. “The sexy type you youngster, now lets get dressed, not that it will matter. Any party at Big Sigs Castle is going to have you naked in no time.”

This happened to me last week. I was walking past a well known cottage, I needed a piss anyway so popped in. The place was empty, so went to the urinal and pissed, when I finished I played with my cock a bit and soon got hard. Anyway there i was jerking off and i heard footsteps approaching, so I pretended I was pissing. A guy approached the urinal and unzipped, I could see from the corner of my eye he was jerking and looking at me. So I took a proper look at him, he was about 6ft 1, blond hair, blue eyes, slim and in his early 20's. He was hot and it did not take long for my cock to stiffen again. I started to jerk my cock again and turned to face him, slowly jerking my cock as I watched him do the same, my 6 inch cock looked tiny compared to his, it must have been about 8 or 9 inches, uncut and I wanted it. We made eye contact, and I said follow me and went to a cubicle. I closed the door behind us and kissed this hot stranger, our tongues exploring each others mouths, my cock was now rock hard. Whilst we were kissing, I put my had down to his cock and felt its hardness through his jeans, my hand reached for the zipper and opened the fly of his jeans. His rock hard cock flopped out of his jeans, I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly jerked it, moving my hand up and down the full length, from the bulbous head to his big balls. I stopped kissing him and went to my knees, undid the buckle on his belt and undid his jeans and pulled them down. There I was on my knees with a huge uncut cock inches from my face. I put his cock in my mouth moving slowly down the length of his shaft, it was too big for me to get it all in my mouth but I did my best. I was sucking wildly on his cock as if it were some popsicle. I grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled his foreskin back, revealing a large head, I resumed my sucking again, paying particular attention to the head, the guy (I never got his name) began moaning as my attention to his cock got more intense. I sucked for another couple of minutes, when he asked me to stop as he was about to cum. I said to him I want his cum in my mouth. He said no, he wanted to fuck me. He asked me to stand, he then pulled me close and kissed me some more. As we were kissing, he grabbed my ass, his finger rubbing my hole. He then just shoved his finger in, the pain was intense and I tensed up a bit, but he continued to finger fuck me, I soon relaxed and he entered a second finger in me and this continued for a few more minutes. He withdrew his fingers and told me turn around and bend over, I happily obliged. He lowered his head to my ass and spat onto my hole and fingered it in my tight hole. He then stood up and pushed his bare cock deep into me, he held it there for a few moments whilst I adjusted to his huge manhood. He started slowly, pulling back until he almost came out of my ass then pushed back in to the hilt. Gradually his pace quickened until he was fucking me nice and hard, his cock pulling almost all the way out, the big cock head almost popping out, then forcing back deep in me, his shaved balls slapping my ass. He grabbed my hips and fucked me nice and hard. Meanwhile my cock was bouncing around and slapping my belly as he fucked me deep and hard, a stream of pre-cum oozed from my cock. I was fucked this hard for about 5 minutes, when his pace changed, he started moaning and said he was about to shoot. He asked if he could cum in me. i agreed he could. He slowed down slightly and grabbed hold of my hips tighter. His cock pulsed in me and I knew he was cumming, He stopped his thrusting and left his cock in my ass as he finished emptying his cum into me. He pulled out, wiped his cock on some tissue and left. I went to the hand basin and washed my hands. I could hear him talking to a woman outside. She asked him what took him so long as he was nearly 15 minutes, he apologized and said he didn't feel too good. I think it was his girlfriend he kept her waiting whilst he fucked me. Luckily I don't think she heard his moaning. I had enjoyed my visit to this cottage, I had gotten a good fucking and an ass full of cum. I shall return to this cottage in the hopes of more fun, hopefully with the same guy.

I'm guessing that neither of you are experienced Leathermen, or observers of the Leather Ethic. Thus, some foundational rules: 1. The "negotiation" is paramount, and takes place only with you and the sub. Once, I almost got ripped a new one here on BZ for suggesting meeting in a "neutral" location for the negotiation, for instance having lunch together at some cafe, which is entirely normal where I come from. It still makes me smile. The important thing isn't the location, it's the conversation/negotiation. For a successful scene, each guy must say what he wants truthfully and fully, and share with the other what he wants (and equally important) does not want to happen. A negotiation is as much a "meeting of the minds" as anything else, and crucial to the success of the scene. It sounds like you may be a bit of a novice at arranging Bd/Sm scenes, so thanks for asking about these protocols. Find out exactly what he means by "used". I would suggest that Ownership is out of the question in an initial scene, and don't even attempt it during your first scene. Ownership is serious business, and I'm guessing that neither of you know all that much about the other. 2. As the Dom in charge, it's your scene, and you transmit the agreed upon limits (arrived at during the negotiation between you and the sub only) to the to the other invitee's. You must follow the agreed upon acts to the letter, and be present at all times. The time for expansion of limits is after the initial scene, as an extension of the negotiation. 3. On the day/night of the scene, require his presence, and start the mindfuck well before the others are scheduled to arrive. It sounds to me like he's a novice, and the more you can attune his mind not merely to bottoming, but to submission before the other attendees arrive, the better. 4. To the "rope" issue: Make sure you have a sharp knife handy, in case the sub gets spooked. I prefer a sailing knife, but anything that can cut the bonds quickly and efficiently will do. Safety first. Know your knotwork. There are numerous kinds of knots that the bound guy cannot wriggle out of, but the Dom can release with one quick tug. Look them up, and start with nautical knots. It sounds to me like the scene you're proposing is a Breeding event, with a little Bd thrown in to spice things up. As the Dom, you are 100% responsible for the welfare of the sub, and his well-being is entirely in your hands. Never ever allow a sub under your control to be injured or used in any way other than what is proscribed in the initial negotiation. You, and no one else, are responsible for what does/does not happen, so plan the scene carefully. A hot D/s scene can leave everyone involved grinning like a gang of Cheshire cats, sated and soaked in new, thrilling pleasures. But it does take intensive advance-work. If you'd like, you may message me (or any other experienced Leatherman on BZ, I'm sure) with any further questions. Good Luck !!!

As I approached Silke's house, I rehearsed my lines in my head. I was there under the pretense of discussing an outreach program for the church, but the real reason I wanted to talk to her was much more dire. Maria had set up this meeting of me with her mother. Silke answered the door and looked at me curiously. "Hi Jack, Maria said you want to come by?" she asked. "Hi Silke," I said with a smile. "I was hoping we could talk about the outreach program for the church." Silke's expression softened. "Sure, come on in," she said, leading me to the living room. As we sat down on the couch, I could feel my nerves getting the best of me. I knew I had to show her the video, but I didn't want to come on too strong. I needed tonget her at ease first. I took a deep breath and started talking about the program, hoping to put her at ease. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and said, "Actually, there's something else I wanted to show you." Silke looked at me curiously as I played the video of her getting fucked by a fat guy in a backalley. Her face quickly turned from curiosity to shock and then to anger. "How did you get this?" she asked, her voice trembling. "I can't say," I said, feeling just a little guilty for not being honest with her. "But I wanted you to know that I'm here to help if you need it." Silke's expression softened slightly, but she still looked angry. "Help? By showing me this video?" I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I meant that I'm here for you if you need to talk or if you need any support." Silke looked at me skeptically. "Why do you care?" she asked. I took a deep breath before answering. "Because I care about you as a fellow member of the church community. I also struggle with sin and I know how it is to do such acts that risk everything ... marriage, family ..." I said, hoping she would believe me. Silke's expression softened a little more. "Thank you," she said, wiping away a tear. "I'm sorry for being so defensive. It's just been a really tough time lately." "I can only imagine," I said, trying to sound as empathetic as possible. "But I want you to know that you're not alone in this. The church community is here to support you, and I am here to support you." Silke nodded, looking grateful. "Thank you, Jack," she said. We sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in thought. I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but I didn't want to pry. Suddenly, Silke looked up at me and said, "You know, I appreciate your offer of support. Would you mind staying and talking with me for a bit? I could use the company." "Of course," I said, feeling relieved that she wanted me to stay. "I'd be happy to." She stood up and went to the cupboard to get two glasses and a wine bottle. "I could use a drink, while we talk. You want, too?" "Sure", I said. Silke poured us each a glass of wine and we sat back down on the couch. We talked for hours, about everything from the outreach program to our personal struggles and aspirations. I learned that Silke had been going through a tough time in her marriage. It seems her husband, the pastor is unloving and uncaring, and she had turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism, which lead to promiscuous behaviour like going out at night having sex with strangers. We finished the bottle and Silke opened a new wine. As we talked, I could feel a sense of trust building between us. Silke had opened up to me about things that were clearly very personal. At one point, Silke looked at me and said, "You know, Jack, I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I don't know what it is, but there's just something about you that makes me feel safe." Perfect. She was right where I wanted her. I got a littler closer to her and took her hand in mine, caressing her soft skin with my thumb. She was so vulnerable it made me horny. My cock was already hard. "You deserve better", I whispered. Leaning a little closer. "What do you mean?", she asked. I could smell the wine in her breath. Her cheeks were flushed. Her speech a little slurred from the alcohol. "I mean this ..." I leaned all the way in, our lips touching. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body. A tingling sensation coursed through my body. I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. She moaned softly. Our tongues began exploring each other. My fingers found their way into her hair. I kept kissing her, moving her around on the couch until she felt comfortable enough to lie down. As I moved over top of her, she let go of my hand and rested her hands on my shoulders. Her legs wrapped around my waist. We kissed for several minutes, deeply, passionately. I ran my hand down her thigh and cupped her butt cheek, rubbing it softly. It sent shivers throughout her entire body. Her breathing became ragged and faster. Her lips glistened. "Jack, please," she whimpered. "Please what?" I replied. She smiled devilishly. "Don't make me beg." I kissed her again, harder this time. I heard her moan, and she grabbed my arm tighter, pulling herself closer to me. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. I breathed in the scent of her perfume, and then I pushed it aside. I ran my hands over her smooth, creamy skin. She squirmed underneath me, grinding her hips against my erection. My cock throbbed painfully. I put my hand under her skirt and gently slid my palm over her panties. Her lips were trembling now, and she spoke softly. "God, you're driving me crazy, Jack. God forgive me, but just touch me." Touching her was all I needed. She felt perfect beneath my hands. Soft skin, sweet smelling. I undid her bra strap and ran my hands along her naked back. I trailed my fingertips along her collar bone and down to her ass. She whimpered when I touched her pussy. I reached around her to remove her panties, sliding them down her slender thighs. I gently tugged on her butt and helped her turn onto her side. As I pulled her panties down, her thighs opened, giving me easy access. I rubbed my thumb across her moist opening, slipping inside her, enjoying the feeling of her silky softness enveloping my fingers. Maria was right, her mother was a real shut. I pushed down my pants. My rock hard 8 inch Cock was throbbing and ready to go in and spread the bug to this slot. Maria told me to be rough with her Mom, so I will be. It is the only way to do it. I pulled out my fingers out of her moist pussy and positioned my cock on her opening. With one hard thrust I pushed all the way in. Silke cried out loud and screamed. I grabbed her hips and pushed deeper. "You are a sinful little slut, aren't you?", I asked. She whimpered a tiny "yes" while her body trembled. I pulled my cock halfway out and then thrust back in, making her scream some more. Tears watered her eyes. I picked up speed, fucking her relentlessly. Faster and faster. Each slap of her flesh echoing loudly. I stopped moving. I bent down, placing both my hands on her face, pressing her head into the sofa cushion. I slapped her cheek. Hard. She shrieked. "Are you fucking ready to cum? Do you want your Daddy to fill your cunt with his spunk?" I smacked her again. "Say it, bitch!" I demanded. I took my hand off of her cheek and slapped her ass hard. "Yes! Yes!", she cried. "Oh God, yes!" I started pounding her harder, hitting her ass, slapping her pussy, pushing her down into the sofa. We didn't care if we broke anything or not. I continued to fuck her like an animal. The screaming subsided as she bit her lip to hold in her moans. Every muscle in my body was burning. Hot waves of pleasure surged through my veins. Every cell in my body exploded. I spewed my hot toxic seed deep inside of her. I grunted and the collapsed onto Silke. Maria came into the room, holding her phone, recording every bit of it. "Wow, you really are a whore, mom", she said. Silke looked up, her eyes wide with shock. "What ..." "Don't worry, Mom. I will not tell Daddy a word. We have bigger plans for you." Silke looked up to me, I could see the hurt in her eyes from the betrayal. I stood up. I pulled my cock out of her. Semen was dripping out of her red and swollen pussy. Silke was speechless. "If you don't want to see those videos all over the Internet, you will do what l say", said Maria. "What do you want." "For now, go on your knees, open your butthole and take his dick." "What?" "Did I stutter? On your knees you whore!" Maria held up her phone. Silke went on her knees. Tears in her eyes. "Spread your ass!", Maria commanded. Her mom spread her ass cheeks. "Fuck her ass bloody!" My cock was rock hard again. I positioned myself behind Silke, my cock pushing against her butthole. I was going to make her bleed. I thrust forward, pushing hard trough the sphincter. I felt something rip, I heard something Pop. Silke screamed. A little blood trickled down her Butt, mixing with the semen on her pussy. She whimpered. I started pounding her tight asshole, widening it with every thrust of my big 8 inch rock hard cock, getting deeper with every push. Teaes rolled down her cheeks. "Please ...", she begged, crying with every push. Maria looked at her mother in disgust. "You are just a dumb little sinful whore shut! You deserve this!" "I know", cried her mom, "I deserve this. The punishment, the pain ... it is the only thing left for me to feel." Oh my god, this whole family is crazy. That made my 8 inch Cock even harder. I pushed balls deep into her tight asshole. She screamed and collapsed onto the sofa. I fell onto her, pushing my hard cock back into her ass, continuing to thrust. She whimpered with every push. Blood flowed, mixed with her ass juices. Her hole widened, the gap between her anus and vagina seemed to be almost gone. "Mmmphhh..." Silke moaned as her insides stretched around my huge cock. The friction of our bodies caused the tears in her skin to stretch and bleed more. The couch was wet from our sweat and sperm. Her asshole burned. In and out, harder and harder. In and out. HARDER. IN AND OUT. I couldn't stop. Fuck her, squeeze her perfect ass. HARDER. THUDTH. SILKE SCREAMED FROM THE PAIN AND SHE CLOSED HER EYES TO DEAL WITH IT. INSIDE, I exploded. The pressure released. I filled her destroyed asshole with my toxic cum. "AHHH GOSH GODDAMN YOU ARE JUST LIKE MOTHERFUCKING HELL!", I yelled as I shot load after load into her tortured body. Silence. When I finally regained control of my muscles, I lifted myself up, collapsing on top of Silke. I rolled away from her, leaving on the sofa, alone, bleeding, humiliated, and broken. Silke sat up. Her eyes red and filled with tears. She looked at me. "What do we say, Mommy?", said Maria, filming a close up of her mom's face. "Thank you", said Silke. "How does it feel, to get toxic HIV semen into your pussy and ass?" "What?" Silke eyes widened in shock. "You are now partner my church", said Maria and unbuttoned her trousers, pulling them down. A fresh tattoo was on her crotch. A Cross mixed with the symbol for toxicity. "You ..." Silke looked from me to Maria. "Don't worry Mom, it is all part of gods plan. You can now relax, now that you received the gift, too." Silke looked like she was in shock, sitting there, semen and blood dripping out of her holes. Maria opend a small box with a needle inside. "I will give you this to relax." Silke didn't move when Maria pressed the needle into her skin. She closed her eyes. A calm serenity spread through her features. Her asshole tightened. A scream escaped her lips. Then a tear ran down her cheek. Her body convulsed, stretching her sore holes open further. Silke opened her eyes, looking at me. Her pussy looked darker, fuller than ever. It had leaked another batch of sweet smelling juice. A shitload of white creamy shit came out of her asshole. Another scream. Then she collapsed on the sofa. "There it goes", said Maria, grinning at me. "You were great tonight." "Yes, very," said Silke and her tone was nothing but a smile. Her eyes were calm and clear. She was totally fucked out. There was no more fight in her, just acceptance and total submission. But who would have thought? I looked at Maria. I had thought that she was just crazy have her diagnosis. But now, seeing her mother in such a bliss, I felt like that she was right. We were doing God's work by spreading the gift to the sinners. "I will keep her under the influence until the bug takes hold", Maria said and hold up her box with the needles. "But just to make sure, you should repeat the Performance the next days. You can come in the morning, and plough her, then we have our church meetings in the evening, converting even more church members." "Okay." We brought Maria's Mom into the shower and cleaned her up. When she was clean, I took a photo of her.

The next evening we were at the small church bar again. Even Sarah was back, lucking flustered. She willingly accepted more drinks from Maria and I expected to see a repeat performance. But Maria had other plans. "I will make sure that she will repeat her performance and also that she will have some toxic liquids, to spread the gift of god. You, you have another goal." She pointed at another woman, who was sitting alone at a table, looking around.Judith was a 40-year-old woman with a curvy figure and warm, inviting eyes that seemed to twinkle with amusement. Her hair was a rich chestnut brown, cascading in loose waves down her shoulders. Her face was round and expressive, with full lips that curved up into a smile when she saw me looking at her. "That is Judith. She came from another church. She is divorced with several kids and looking for a husband. But her way to look for one is very sinful. She slept with like all the guys at her old church who would have her - but nodbody wanted to keep her. So she came here. If you give her the gift, she will spread it far and wide. Go there and buy her some drinks, go to her place and cum in all her holes. Go to her." I hestitated. "You want me to call the police? Go and put your toxic seed into her." I didn't had a choice. I made my way over to her, trying to sound confident as I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Jack," I said, "Mind if I join you?" Judith looked at me and smiled, "Sure, Jack, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the chair opposite her. "What brings you to the bar tonight?" I leaned back in my chair, trying to appear relaxed. "Just needed a place to unwind after a long day at work," I said, taking a swig of my beer. "What about you? What brings you here?" Judith took a sip of her wine, looking at me thoughtfully. "Just needed a break from being a single mom," she said, a hint of weariness in her voice. "It's nice to have some time to myself once in a while." I nodded sympathetically, taking another sip of my beer. "I can imagine it's tough," I said, trying to sound understanding. "How old are your kids?" "Two boys, one is 10 and the other is 12," she replied, a small smile on her face. "They keep me busy, but they're also the best thing that ever happened to me." I found myself smiling back at her. "I can tell you're a great mom," I said, admiring her dedication. "I don't have any kids myself, but I have a nephew who's almost the same age as your youngest." We continued talking, sipping our drinks and laughing at each other's jokes. She was a good listener, and it was easy to forget about my struggles with Maria. As the night wore on, the bar began to empty out,, Maria left with Sarah and all the other guys, leaving just the two of us sitting at the table. Judith looked at me, her eyes sparkling. "You know, Jack, I don't usually do this, but would you like to come back to my place?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice. I felt a jolt of excitement and surprise at her offer, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. Would it be really so easy? Judith seemed to sense my hesitation and quickly added, "Just to talk, of course. I could use some company, and it's getting late. I wouldn't want you to have to drive home alone." "Sure, I'd love to," I said, standing up and stretching my legs. "Lead the way." We walked out of the bar together, and I followed her to her car, a sleek black sedan parked just outside. She opened the door for me and then got in on the driver's side. We chatted idly as she drove, enjoying the silence that had settled between us. Soon, we arrived at her house, a cozy two-story home with a neatly trimmed lawn and a small garden in the front. Judith invited me inside and led me to the living room, where we sat down on the plush couch and continued our conversation. Judith suddenly leaned in closer, her eyes fixed on mine. "You know, Jack," she said softly, "I really enjoy talking to you. I feel like we have a real connection." My heart skipped a beat at her words. "I feel the same way," I said, feeling a surge of excitement. "I've been hoping to get to know you better since I saw you at the bar." Judith smiled at me, her eyes shining. "I'm glad to hear that," she said. "I feel like we could have something really special if we give it a chance." I nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. "I agree," I said. "I think we should see where this goes." And with that, Judith leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I felt a rush of emotion as we embraced. As we pulled away from each other, Judith grinned at me, her eyes sparkling. "Looks like we have some exploring to do," she said, her voice filled with promise. Judith took me upstairs to her bedroom, and as soon as the door closed behind us, she threw herself into my arms. Her lips met mine again and her tongue explored my mouth hungrily. My hands roamed freely over her body. "This feels so right," Judith whispered, kissing me softly before breaking away. She stepped back and smiled at me shyly, while taking of her shirt, biting her lower lip. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "Oh yes," I said. Judith led me to her bed, pulling me toward her. When I reached for her, she pushed me back onto the mattress. "No touching yet," she whispered in my ear. Her hot breath teased my neck as she kissed me. Judith rolled over onto her stomach, facing me. Her eyes were bright, and I watched them flicker excitedly as she undid the button of my jeans. She tugged them off of me slowly, watching me the whole time. Her eyes widened in exictment, when she saw my rock hard 8-inch-cock. Judith knelt between my legs, running her hands along my thighs. "God, you're gorgeous," she breathed. "You too," I whispered, reaching for her, running my fingers through her thick hair. She kissed me again, more urgently than before, licking and sucking at my mouth hungrily. Judith's big breasts pressed against my chest, and she ground her ass into my throbbing cock. It felt wonderful, but I wanted more. I needed more. After several moments of heated kissing, Judith stopped moving and raised her head. Her blue eyes flashed with desire. "You are going to take care of me now," she said softly, her lips curled into a sexy smile. I lay there and enjoyed her slow caresses. I watched her shoulders shake as she swallowed her lusty sighs, stroking my cock and teasing her clit gently with her finger. Then she slid up to her knees, straddling my face. Her pussy hovered above my open mouth, and I gazed at her beautiful, bald pussy while I eagerly licked and sucked at her sweet hole. Judith let out a deep moan, releasing her juices all over my chin. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, holding still as I swirled my tongue around her juicy pink folds. When I started probing her little hole with my fingers, she moaned loudly. "Oh fuck! Oh shit!" she cried, writhing in pleasure. "That feels amazing!" As I lapped up her delicious cream, Judith began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt down onto my tongue. Her moaning turned into short bursts of cries, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. Soon she was panting desperately, trying to catch her breath. She began thrashing about wildly, rolling her body over my tongue, her moans turning into screams. "Ahhhhhh...fuuuuckkkk!" she cried, the muscles in her arms quivering. I was thrusting up against her slick pussy, driving my tongue deeply into her moist folds. I held on tightly to her, wanting to make sure I wouldn't let go of her trembling body. Finally, Judith gave one last cry of ecstasy and fell heavily onto my chest, panting in exhaustion. She sat there silently for a moment, letting her orgasm subside. When she finally opened her eyes, they looked almost black with desire. "Wow," she whispered. "That was fucking awesome." I laughed, surprised by how much fun we'd just had together. Judith gave me a loving kiss, her hands moving to stroke my bare chest. My cock was rock hard. I needed to fill her with my toxic cum. Infect her. It was all, I could think about, to fill her fat body with my toxic sperm. I rolled onto her, pushing her down. "I will fuck you now and fill your pussy with my seed." I rubbed myself against her wet opening. "Ohhhh god," Judith groaned. She wrapped her long leg around my waist, lifting her hips to meet my plunging prick. She gasped when I rammed my dick inside her tight canal, spreading her folds apart with my massive tool. "Fuck me! Harder!" Judith cried, slamming her heel down onto my buttcheek. "Fuuuck! Oh yeah!" I cried out, pounding away at her. She tightened her hold around my waist, whimpering as I fucked her mercilessly. Her breathing quickened until she gasped, "Oh God! Fuuuuuuuuck!" We moved faster and faster, as if time was standing still. We both screamed in pleasure, filling our lungs with each powerful beat of our hearts. My cock pulsed in Judith's warm channel, her loose vagina milking my shaft like a powerful hand. My white load spurted forcefully from the tip of my cock, splattering thick jets across her inner walls. Judith panted and squeezed me tightly, milk dripping from my engorged penis, as she grunted out loud. Her thighs trembled beneath my weight. I grunted, my breath heaving in great gulps, my hot semen burning my balls. With our bodies locked tightly together, I collapsed down on top of Judith. I closed my eyes and tried to regain my composure. My body seemed completely drained of energy. I had filled her with my toxic seed. But I wasn*t done yet. To make sure, I needed to bleed her. That was the way. I turned her around, putting my hard cock on her asshole and pushed. She screamed and squirmed. I could feel something rip. A little blood was on my cock, when I pulled out. I pushed it back into her bowls. I was rock hard now. I was a monster, willfully spreading the virus. Judith cried under me, while I started to pound her bloddy asshole. She couldn't stop screaming, no matter how much she tried. Blood ran down her legs, soaking into the bed. When she grew tired, I fucked her faster and harder. Judith was whimpering and sobbing, gasping through clenched teeth, bucking her ass violently. My balls were aching with need. And then it happened. With a sudden jolt, my own sperm erupted from my leaking cock, spewing thick streams of cum all over her abused insides. Judith moaned loudly, grinding her ass down onto my cock, which plunged into her soaked hole. She started to shake, convulsing underneath me, arching her back, squeezing me between ass cheeks. I collapsed onto her. Her body shook and shuddered, before she relaxed back down. When she calmed, I rolled off her, laughing. She raised herself up on her elbows, blood running down her asshole, giving me a strange look. Then she giggled. "Well that was exciting," she said. She reached down, rubbing the spot where my hard-on used to be. "I bet it was." "It was so weird though," she continued. "Like we're connected somehow." "Maybe we are," I suggested. Actually I knew it. I definitly infected her today with HIV. Another sinner got the gift. She was now one of us. Of me and Maria. She didn't know it yet. But soon she would. She fell asleep in my arms. Peacefully. Blood and seamen leaking out of her. I fell asleep. The next morning we woke up. I took a photo of her, while she was sitting on the bed. She looked like she had a bad case of hangover. With sad eyes she looked up to me. "Will I see you again?", she asked. "Yes", I said truthfully. I leant down to her and kissed her. "You belong to me now." And to Maria and her crazy plan. But I didn't say that part out loud. Judith looked at me hopefully. My cock was hard again. I should make sure, she really was infected ... After I used her again, I went home. Maria was waiting for me. She had a bandaged hand. Blood was seeping through the bandages. "And?" "I fucked her ass bloody and she liked it. How did it go with Sarah?" "Oh, she was wonderfull. I fisted her." Maria held up her bandaged hand. "Then 12 guys from church fucked her. Half of them married, the other half has girlfriends. The gift will spread." She was right. Four weeks later, flu season would start at church. "But for you, I have a new one, a new goal." "Who will it be?" "The biggest sinner and bitch of all. My mother."

I stood there, shocked and speechless, as Maria looked at me with a wicked grin. "You can't be serious," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Maria's grin widened. "Oh, I'm deadly serious, Jack," she said, walking closer to me. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I've decided that this is my purpose in life. To spread the virus and punish the sinners." I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "I can't do that, Maria. It's wrong," I said, my voice shaking. Maria's expression turned cold. "You don't have a choice, Jack. Either you help me, or I'll ruin your life. I'll tell everyone that you gave me the virus, that you're a monster who doesn't care about anyone but yourself. You will go to prison." I felt a knot form in my stomach. She was right. If she went public with this, my life would be over. I had no choice but to go along with her plan. "Okay, I'll help you," I said, my voice barely audible. "Good, here is what we are going to do tonight ..." Later that evening we were at a small informal church party and Maria was telling me about her ... about our first victim, Sarah, a new Girl in town who has a reputation of sleeping around, and her plan to infect her and maybe others, too, by making her drunk and then taking advantage of her, filling her with my toxic cum, right here, while Maria was going to encourage other men to join in. My stomach turned at the thought of what we were about to do. But I had no choice. Maria had threatened to ruin my life if I didn't go along with her plan. As the night went on, we got Sarah drunk and I waited for the right moment to make my move. Only Maria, Sarah, I and some drunk men were left at the party. When Sarah was too drunk to stand, I led her into a dark corner of the room. Maria followed us, encouraging other men to join in. I could hear their voices, laughing and jeering as Maria undressed Sarah. Sarah didn't look as if she really understand what was happening. My heart was pounding in my chest as I took off my own clothes. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn't let Maria ruin my life. I approached Sarah and began to touch her. She was reacting to my touch, seeming to enjoy it, when I touched her. She was chubby, with wide hips and big thighs and clearly enjoying the attention of the men in her drunken state. Maybe she was a sinner, a whore ... maybe it was okay, if I filled her with my toxic cum. Because she really seemed to want it. Yeah, she was a bitch. She even looked seductively at me, when I took a picture of her. I layed her down on the ground, while Maria was giving her more shots. I pulled down my pants. My 8-inch cock was rock hard and ready to enter her. I pushed myself on her and she spread willingly her legs, her eyes closed. She squirmed a bit, when I push my cock dry into her. It hurt a little, but Maria just pushed another drink down her throat. I began thrusting into her, inching deeper into her pussy. She got wetter, my dick went easier inside her. I picked up my pace, pushing my dick deeper and deeper in her. She moaned under me, her eyes closed, her body reacti g to me, her nipples hard. I looked up. Maria had started to pull down the labs of one of the other guys and started to suck his cock. It was a younger guy with a small one who was really enjoying it. She led him over to us, while I was thrusting away into Sarah. Maria leant into me and whispered in my ear: "Fill her with tour toxic cum." That pushed me over the edge. Three more thrusts and my cock exploded into her, filling her up. I pulled pur, my toxic sehen dripping out of Sarah. Then I saw Maria. She had the cock of the young guy in her mouth. I could see her teeth. She bit down. Draw a little blood. "Oh, sorry!", she said, "My bad ..." The guy flinched, but then was encouraged from Maria to fuck Sarah, who was just lying there. I made space for him and he took my place, entering her with his bloody dick, while Maria went to work on the next guy. I felt like ... actually, I felt not to bad. Sarah was a drunk whore and those guys were taking advantage of her. They all deserved what they got. I could see Maria's plan. It had merit. Maybe it was our duty to spread the virus. I watched, as Maria continued to get the men hard, before they fucked Sarah with my toxic semen in her. All the dicks had bitemarks and after a while, blood and semen were dripping out of her pussy. It was an intoxicating view. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but the rush of power and excitement was too much to resist. I couldn't believe I was capable of doing something like this. But with Maria by my side, I felt like I could conquer the world. As the night wore on, the men took turns with Sarah, each one filling her with their seed. And as they did, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, like we were doing something important. Something that would make a difference in the world. I looked down at Sarah, lying there on the ground, covered in blood and semen. She looked like a broken doll, discarded and used. I turned to Maria. As I looked at her, I saw that same wicked grin on her face, that same sense of power and excitement in her eyes. "You did well, Jack," she said, patting me on the back. "You're going to make a great partner in our work for god."

It's a two for Tuesday!!! Chapter 32: The Doctor. Dad set up an appointment to see his doctor to get me on prep immediately. He told me it was because he cared for me, and in such a short time knew how much I loved having sex. Come to find out, this was actually my regular doctor. Just with a hidden secret. He had given me physicals before, but never like this one. Dad explained why we were there, and the doctor was suprised. He performed his usual exam on me, but then told me to strip and get on the exam table where he put my feet in the stirrups. He grabbed my balls and told me to cough. My cock got hard, and he said that was a normal reaction from a gay guy my age. He stroked me some until I started to pre cum, and then put his lips around my cock until I shot in his mouth. He said that the amount of my load was amazing, and then shared it with my dad. He then began a prostrate exam, in the traditional way, but ended up with his cock in me to finish it. In fact, he finished inside of me, and my dad then ate my ass, sharing the load with the doctor. The doctor then told me to get dressed. He told me my dad had told him about the nature of the visit, and that he was suprised, but happy that my dad was going about this in the right way, and wanted to be sure I was on prep. My dad told him I at least had a curiosity on becoming poz, and the doctor told me that if I ever had any questions or concerns about that, he would be glad to privately discuss with me. He added that if I did decide to become poz, he woukd be sure that I got Anti virals discreetly just as he did for my dad. He added that prep did not prevent other diseases, and that if i did happen to get one, he would also treat it confidentiality. The doctor then told us the room was free to use and all of the staff had already left. My dad told the doctor he knew how much he loved getting fucked on the exam table with his legs in the stirrups. Dad quickly got naked and on the table. My dad looked at me and said fuck me son. I askeded fuck or make love? Dad said in a situation like this, it would most likely be considered a fuck, but it was my choice. I said how about a little of both? I started by laying on top of my dad, kissing him and rubbing our swolen cocks together until we started to pre cum a bit. I then put his legs in the stirrups and rubbed my pre cum on his hole. I looked around and saw a tube of lube, but if this was to be a fuck, dads hole didn't need lubed. I thrust deep in him hitting his second hole. Dad was in heaven. He said that's my son, fuck me hard. As I was fucking my dad, the doctor came in with a stainless steel butt plug, saying you might need this. My dad laughed saying he knew what his exams were like, and he brought one which was already up his sons ass, but yes, he could use one soon. The doctor asked if we would mind if he stayed to watch, as he was amazed at how good a fuck I had become in a short time. We agreed, and after I finished, the doctor told me he forgot to test my gag reflexes, and said suck my cock boy. The doctor was close to 11 inches, and had a scorpion tattoo above his cock. It has 6 or 7 drops of blood around it, indicating his number of known pozzings. The doctor took no mercy on me grabbing the back of my head forcing me to the base of his cock, and holding it there as I started to gag. I could feel my mucous building in my mouth, and he let up. I took his cock from my mouth, and the mucous dripped from my mouth. He said that was a normal reaction for even some of the seasoned cock suckers. He said it was fine as long as the same didn't happen when he fed me his load. I looked a him and said cum is not to be wasted Doc! Hey said good boy, and told my dad to get over there so he could suck his cock. Needless to say it was a happy ending for all of us! Once finished, dad asked the doctor if this would now be considered an extended visit. The doctor said no, it would be coded as a regular physical exam for me, and no extra charges for any injections that took place!

I'd never been to a circuit party before. But my college roommate Fred had been pestering me for almost the entire year so, knowing I probably wouldn't have a good time, I agreed to join him at Gay Disney just so I wouldn't have to hear any more complaints about what a bummer I was. See all through college I'd had a steady boyfriend and Fred could only count on me to accompany him to a club maybe twice a semester, often with my boyfriend. He'd wanted a wingman and I'd never been that for him. So when my boyfriend dumped me to attend seminary, Fred was ready to make up for lost time taking me around and showing me how much fun it can be fucking everything in sight. I was 25 and figured if I didn't sow my wild oats now, when would I have the opportunity? This was, of course, before I'd ever tried meth or any party drugs other than pot. Little did I know I'd have decades of debauchery to lose myself in. The minute we checked into the hotel, Fred was on the phone setting up meetings with the various sources for drugs he'd arranged online through fuck buddies and friends of friends of former fuck buddies. I had no idea what he was referring to as I heard different letters of the alphabet pop out of his mouth -- K, G, T, X. He'd arranged for everything, including V, which he assured me I'd be grateful to have handy even though I'd never had trouble getting hard. In fact, I'd always felt the opposite... I kinda wished I didn't pop wood so easy. I still got real shy in lockerrooms and at urinals as my decent 7-incher would swell up til the pink cut head started turning purple. It was not uncommon for me to race to the mens room to piss, then end up stuffing a boner back into my jockeys without having relieved myself cause the smell of the guy to my left got me horny. It was on the second night of the 4-day event that I finally started to relax at a big waterpark party. The ecstasy Fred has procured hit me hard and for a moment I thought I might need to use my tongue to show my buddy just how grateful I was for his chemical enhancement. Somehow I managed instead to convince him to join me for a float down a winding river in innertubes, a perfect way to cool off and enjoy the high while taking in all the eye candy. I felt a jolt as an innertube hit the back of my shoulders hard followed by the laughter of a group of guys who had obviously shoved someone into me. When I turned around, Manny was all apologies. "Sorry. My friends are infants." "No worries," I said. Sensing from the energy of his group that they'd figured I was his type and decided to give him a little help. i didn't have a type but was certainly happy to be bumping into him. His innertube started to drift away just as we were both about to say something and without thinking I saw myself reaching far, almost falling out of my own tube to grab onto his so we wouldn't lose each other. Fred was grinning like a goofy auntie and kept nodding encouragement to me as Manny and I found it difficult to talk without touching the other's shoulder, thigh, hand, chest, cheek for emphasis. Eventually we ditched the innertubes and ducked under a waterfall where finally we tongued our way deep into each other's mouths, ears. I was grabbing his round muscular bubble butt with both hands, letting my fingers slip into his speedo to feel the warm damp heat of his hairy crack and he could not stop squeezing precum out of my purple engorged cock head. The whistle of a Disney park ranger who seemed like a butch dyke stopped us as our cocks started to break free of our swimsuits. "Let's go back to my hotel room," he suggested without a hint of shyness. And I was rolling so hard on the ecstasy that I almost jumped for joy at the idea. "Just need to grab my stuff first," he said and before I knew it we were crisscrossing to the far side of the dancefloor to a secluded sandy beech area where some guys were lying on towels as though sunbathing even though it was like 3AM. Moonbathing? And with quick precision, he found a spot in the middle of the sand not marked in any way I could tell and squatted down low and dug. He dug about a foot down into the sand to retrieve a plastic change purse wrapped in a plastic bag. "Don't leave home without her," he said and i smiled and pretended to have a clue what he was talking about. Back in his room, I discovered that inside the change purse was a baggie of crystal and he quickly pulled a glass pipe from his suitcase, loaded it and was lighting up. When i barely got even a hint of smoke out of the pipe he stopped and looked at me with a combination of disbelief and affection. "Wait a sec. Have you never smoked before?" "Is it that obvious?" "Oh baby. What are you on? You're on something. No?" "X" He was kind enough to teach me how to smoke, first by shotgunning decent hits into me, then by holding the lighter for me as I sucked in my hits. I was starting to feel very horny and very driven to devour this man. And he seemed to be getting just as horned up as well. I ate his ass for 30 minutes and it still wasn't enough. Finally he stuck a shard of meth into my piss slit, greased me up with vaselline and guided me into his hole. It was so wet and open from the rimming that I just slid right in and I was precumming so much that the meth melted into my piss slit and into his hole quickly and we both felt another wave of intense drug-fueled horniness at the same moment. I started pumping. It's always taken me a long time to cum and that suited this bottom just fine. "Don't cum iin me," he said. I was shocked and sort of disappointed. "Really?" "Unless. I mean... Do you think you might want this to be serious? I only let guys I love shoot inside me." "I love you," I said. And he quickly said it back. And I kept saying it until all 7 spurts of my jizz had hit the back walls of his hole as his ankles dug into my butt to keep me as deep inside as possible. "This is like our wedding night," he said. And I kissed him.l He pulled away from my lips just long enough to add: "You, me and tina."

My boyfriend and I have been together and monogamous for about three years and live in Manhattan. I’m Tom, 33, a middle-America white-boy, 6’, 200 lbs, muscular, moderate body hair, scruffy facial hair, equip with dick larger than most - thick 7” and heavy hairy balls that produce way too much cum, cum that found out preferred to be dumped into a mans hairy ass opposed to a women when I met my now boyfriend, Jason. Jason is 36, 5”10, Italian, also muscular, not quite as hairy as me up top, but his lower-body hair is spot-on - he naturally has trunk legs and a plump muscular ass with thick coarse fur that starts right at his waist it and gets thicker right down the crack. It’s like his ass was made for my pleasure. He came out in his 20’s but has always lived a sexually conservative life. We met (I think he stalked me) at the gym, started lifting together, steaming together, eventually having drinks together, then he crashing at my place one night after having too much to drink and I woke up to him blowing me in the morning. Although it freaked me out at first, I came so almost painfully hard down his masculine throat, it changed me right then. We’re both pretty conscious about what we put in our body and are not on prep. I like the idea of my healthy non-prep sperms coating his fertile insides. After three years, we still have strong sexual chemistry. I like to save my nut up for 1-2 days, then pounding a round or two in him before work, sending him off full of my babies, and then I’ll usually be ready for another round after work. I love nothing more than the moment when he’s about to cum - watching his handsome face become flush, dark red lips wet with my spit, hearing breath get heavier and groans, and then feeling his furry hole clamp down on my dick as he spurts. If I hadn’t flooded him by the time he cums, it always sets me over the edge. That being said, I’m the top. Although we’re satisfied the majority of the time, in the last year he’s wanted me to fuck him in front of strangers. So occasionally we’ll venture to a bath house where I can pound him while randoms watch. A few hands on him are fine, but we don’t let anyone do much other than that. Between you and I, occasionally I let a randoms finger or two in my ass while fucking him. Nothing risky, but it can induce a hard nut. That’s been our spice for the last year, but earlier this week he asked about trying restraints and a blindfold. I enjoy making him happy and mixing it up but don’t know the first thing about bondage, so tonight we’ve decided to visit a fetish club not far from our place to possibly learn something. Because he wanted tonight to be extra hot, we’ve saved our loads for three days (one longer than usual) and I’m about to rape him. I know he’s hornier than usual also just by the way his clammy hand has been tightly holding mine. Whether we learn something or not, I’m fucking his brains out.

Literally just fired off a 3-day load into this ginger that's about 10 years my younger. We met up at the end of an evening that had a few bar stops involved. Both of us agreed to go home to just kind of hang out and play around so we had a relatively low-key early morning (actually a really cool guy) but I woke up with only one thing in my head. While making out with his furry beard and nibbling on his ears and neck, I simultaneously took a couple of fingers and swirled them around his hole. Ten mins later he was on all fours with his ass in the air. I'm sorry I didn't get a pic, because it was such a good looking ass. Such a pretty little pink pucker. I dove in without any delay, working his nips and grabbing his glutes like they were bread dough and frankly they looked as white as that. As soon as the moaning started, I noticed him leaking, dripped by drip onto the sheets. Was fucking hot. I kept taking a little bit of his pre-cum and rubbed it into his hole. With a few well-placed dollops of spit I was able to rub my cockhead in place. His butt was sooooo tight, but I had a mission. This load just had to come out and we all know where it belonged. A whole lot of spit later my cock was lodged in and it wasn't leaving. He was such a good fuck... I love it when the bottom reaches in front of him for the bedpost and arches their back in complete submission. With nobody else around I just went to town until I shoved him down onto his stomach and just started pummeling him. It didn't take long for me to get to that point that you feel when you know that everything's about to end really soon. And for that I just kept whispering in his ear, "fuck, you like that raw cock in you". Got a lot of 'fuck yeahs' so I hooked my arms under his armpits and locked him in place. Was in fucking heaven when I finally gave up and dumped that load inside that pretty pink hole, now a puffy cum enriched mess. Sunday is definitely a fun day when it starts like that. And yes I've invited him over to my place for round 2 later. Have a good weekend gents. Let's hope there's more to tell then. 😉

The inspiration for the Prince: [think before following links] https://twitter.com/MagicMikeHung1/status/1662654668345049088

Honestly, you will feel it. It also depends on your pain tolerance. For instance, I have a high level of pain tolerance. Before I had them pierced, I enjoyed tit play, including hard biting, to the point it was obvious right after a heavy session. So I was fine but I’ve also fallen into a relaxed state during a tattoo… so there’s that. The piercing will require aftercare that you’ll need to follow. It’s all about building up the scar tissue…

Chapter 4b: Eduardo, Cont’d Before I know it, Eduardo is back. And he’s carrying a mason jar full of something. My face scrunches up in confusion because that’s about the last thing I expected to see today. But I look closer and notice the cloudy white complexion of the jar’s contents. My eyes bulge. I nearly start hyperventilating. I look from the jar to Eduardo’s face and back again several times as I increase the pace of my self-fisting. I start making whimpering sounds, hoping I’m right about what’s about to happen. “You look like you recognize what’s in here,” Eduardo says. “Do you know what this is?” I’m so blitzed-out and excited that I have to look back and forth between him and the jar a couple more times before my brain reconnects with words. “Cum? Is that full of cum?” Eduardo smiles from ear to ear. “I knew you’d know, you fucking slut. Yeah, this jar is full of my cum. I’ve been saving it for you.” I moan, pleadingly. My legs spread and contract as I push my fist deeper into me. I gasp and moan again. Eduardo keeps talking. “Fuck, you’re so hot like this. I can’t believe how desperate you are. Anyway,” Eduardo says. “This is about a month’s worth of loads from me. Any time I wasn’t fucking some other guy, my cum went in this jar, and it’s all for you.” I whimper again. This is the most desperate craving I have ever felt. Never before has someone held a collection of his own cum in front of me and teased me with it, hinting it was about to go inside me. I can’t contain my excitement, wiggling around looking frantic and trying to figure out what to do next. All I know is that I want that cum deep inside my hole. All of it. To my relief, Eduardo helps me out. “God damn, look how desperate you are. You want this inside you, don’t you, you fucking slut?” I say yes amid some more moans and whimpers. “You want it inside your ass, don’t you?” More noises. Another yes. “And then what?” he asks. When he doesn’t get an answer—I don’t know what he expects me to say—he continues. “What should I put inside you after I pour all this cum into your hole?” I whimper again at the thought. “You want me to use my fist to push it deeper inside you?” My whimpering turns to a growl. “You want my hand, coated in a month’s worth of cum, to slide so far into you that I fill your second hole with my collected spunk?” At that point, I’m basically squirming out of my own skin. I’m so worked up, my body can’t keep control of its energy. I’m twisting and writhing, looking for a clue as to what I need to do to make my dreams into a reality. My brain short-circuits, and I go back to whimpering. I know what I want, but I don’t know how to get there. I look back at Eduardo, a helpless pleading crossing on my face. “Please?” is the only thing I can think of to say. Eduardo takes control and gives me clear instructions. “Go find your biggest Pig Hole toy and bring it to me. Then get in the sling. Okay? Pig Hole, then sling. Go.” He knows how to keep his instructions simple for my spun-out brain. I start repeating “pig hole, then sling” over and over. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, if I’m mouthing the words, too, or if I’m saying them out loud each time. I don’t care. I know what I need, and I need his cum inside me. All of it. After a minute of mindless walking about, I find the Pig Hole. I bring it out to the sling, where Eduardo stands ready to help. I hand him the toy, which he takes from me. I climb into the sling and make sure my ass hangs over the edge. “Here,” he says. “Put your poppers beside you. But take a hit first, you slut. I want you totally open for my cum to pour into you.” I fumble with the bottle, almost racing to take the hit, knowing it will bring me closer to my goal more quickly. I replace the cap on the bottle and set it in the sling beside me. I’m ready. I’m ready for the abuse. I’m ready for the rush. I’m ready for the fisting. More than anything, though, I’m ready to be filled up with that jar of cum. I exhale and start to relax and calm down. “Good,” Eduardo says. “Now here’s your Pig Hole. I put lube on it, so it’ll go in nice and easy. I’ll let you put it in cuz I wanna watch that, and I’ll record the video for you.” He pauses for a second while his attention focuses on the phone in his hands. “Okay, go ahead. Stuff that toy inside your hole and open it up for me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab the base of the Pig Hole with one hand and use the other to fold up the hollow part so it’s easier to slide inside. I relax my ass, line up the toy, and start to push it in. I surprise myself with how easily it goes inside—I’ve never been this loose before. The base of the toy snaps into place as the widest part slips easily past my sphincter. After a small gasp and grunt, I reach down and stick my fingers into my new silicone-lined chute. I press outward on a couple of spots still folded in, and the entire length of the Pig Hole pops open, gaping open my ass all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” Eduardo says, still recording video. “Look at that hole.” He moves closer and lines up the head of his cock with the opening of my hole. He pushes in a bit but stops once he feels resistance. His cock is too thick to just slide right in to my gaping hole. “I guess I’ll need some lube,” he says. “What do you think?” “Use the cum,” I say. “Please. Use your cum as lube for your cock.” “You’re such a nasty fucker,” Eduardo says. “I love it. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Okay,” he says, grabbing the jar. “Here’s a month’s worth of my cum. It’s about ready to go inside your stretched-out gaping hole. You ready, slut?” “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Pour your loads into me. Please.” I watch as he dribbles a little onto the head of his cock, which drip down from there into my hole because I feel the cool wetness of the spreading semen a few moments later. The delay between what I see and what I feel fascinates me, but only for a second. Because then I realize that my ass is literally being flooded with another man’s sperm, and I start to go nuts. My moaning and grunting blend together into what can only be described as a sound of primal desperation. I grab my butt cheeks with my hands and pull them apart, as though that will somehow help open me up even more. My eyes go wild as I watch more and more creamy liquid pour out of the jar and I feel a growing fullness and heaviness inside my cavernous hole. Eduardo tips the jar upside down and shakes it a bit, ensuring that every last drop has been poured into my greedy hole. When he’s satisfied the jar is empty, he goes to set it aside. I whimper again and reach out my hand to take it from him. “But it’s empty,” he says. “Nuh-uh,” I utter. He gives me the jar, and I reach in with a finger, running it along the inside of the jar, feeling a film of cum transferring to my hand. “Now it’s empty, I say, handing the wiped-clean glass back to him. “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Eduardo says as he watches and records me licking my finger clean of the residual jizz. “Fuck yeah,” he says. My finger still in my mouth, I close my eyes and moan. “Your cum tastes amazing. I’m so glad it’s all inside me now.” “So now what should I put inside you, you hungry pig?” “Your fist,” I say immediately. “Fist all those loads deeper into me. Please.” “Okay,” he says. “In a second. One more surprise first.” He leans over and picks something up off the nearby table. It’s a small clear baggy. Oh, fuck yes, I think. More. Eduardo smiles at me when he sees my face light up when I realize what he’s doing. “You’ve been such a good bottom that I want to reward you with more than just a month’s worth of my cum. I know that’s all you really need, but I want to see you do more. So I’m going to take this shard here”—he holds up a sizeable chunk of crystal—“and toss it in with my sperm.” Without any more warning or waiting for any confirmation from me, he literally tosses the shard down my gaping hole. Maybe I’m imagining things, but I swear I hear a little splash when it hits the puddle. “That will dissolve in a couple minutes, and when you feel the rush hit, you’ll know you’ve started to absorb all my semen. You’ll know that your next high comes from my cum.” “Oh fuck yes,” I say. I reach down and play with what’s left of my tiny little dicklet, unable to stop myself from trying to at least pretend to jerk off. What he said has turned me on so much. He’s given me a way to feel the spread of his sperm through my body. I’m going to have his cum on my brain when I get even higher in a few minutes. Eduardo stops recording video and sets my phone down. “This might take an extra hand and some concentration. Alright,” he says. “I think we’re done with this Pig Hole. Your natural pig hole will be good enough on its own for what’s coming next.” “Your fist,” I say. “Please.” “Good boy,” Eduardo says. “You’ve been taking notes.” He grabs the Pig Hole with one hand places his other hand on my butt, and begins to slowly pry the toy out of my hole. “Stay open,” he says. “Don’t push any of that cum out. I don’t want you to waste it. Keep your hole wide open and gaping. Stay right like you are. There you go. Good boy. Hold that cum inside you. Just like that. Good. Keep it right there.” And at that, I feel the last of the Pig Hole slide past my ass’s lips. A month of Eduardo’s cum is now churning in a cesspool inside my hole, a drug shard slowly dissolving in its midst. I feel so trashy and so used, almost discarded and tossed aside like the chemicals he tossed into my hole. And that alone is enough to turn me on. I’m in absolute pig heaven. After a moment, my eyes try to focus on reality again. I see Eduardo standing at the bottom of the sling. His hand and forearm are glistening with a fresh coating of lube. And with his other hand, he’s picked up my phone again. It looks like he’s already started recording. I’m about to have him fist a puddle of cum into my guts. I suddenly think of my poppers, and I’m sure my face looks panicked. Eduardo looks a little worried for a second, but once he sees the bottle in my hand and the determined look on my face, he calms down. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Huff on those poppers and get ready to open wide for my arm.” I want to open up, but I don’t want to zone out, so I take two decent sniffs from the bottle before sealing it and setting it aside. I lean back and exhale. “Do it, man. Shove your fist in my hole. Soak your hand in the puddle of your cum. Push your loads deeper into my hole and watch me swallow your arm with my hole. Come on, man. Give it to me. I need it.” Without another word, Eduardo reaches down and presses his fingertips against my entrance. I offer no resistance, and they slide right past. Within seconds, his entire fist has entered my hole, almost without effort. “Holy fuck,” he says. “That is one hungry hole.” He pushes in a couple inches past his wrist. Then he stops as his face lights up in amazement. “Oh my god,” he says. “I feel it. I can splash around in a puddle of my own cum. Oh my god.” I feel him moving his hand around inside me, and I’d swear I hear gurgling sounds from my gut, almost like indigestion. Then it dawns on me: I’m hearing the sound of cum splashing around inside my body. “Oh holy fuck,” I say. “I can hear you splashing it around. Oh my god, that’s amazing.” We continue like this for a few minutes, both of us lost in wonder, until he brings me back to earth with a question. “Ready for me to go deeper?” he asks. “I don’t feel the shard anywhere, so I think it’s fully dissolved. I think it’s time we spread this cum around and coat your insides with it.” “Fuck yeah, man,” I say. “Push it in.” “But first, I wanna see my cum coating my hand. I’m gonna pull out for just a second, but then I get right back to where I am.” I whimper a bit. “And then go deeper?” “Goddamn, you dirty pig,” he says. “Yeah, after I see my cum-covered hand, I’ll see how deep you can take me.” With that, he starts to pull his hand out of my hole. I feel him rubbing it all along the insides of my hole, not just pulling straight out. I smile. “Uh-huh. You see what I’m doing,” he says. “I’m making sure to coat your insides with my chem-laced cum on my way out of your hole. You’re welcome, you filthy fucking pig.” My only response is a moan. And right as my moan fades, his hand crosses my threshold on the way out of my hole. I grunt, mostly from the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then I look up and see Eduardo moving his fingers together and apart, putting on a show for the camera. The runny, stringy goo drips and oozes around his hand, leaving a webwork of threads between his fingers when he spreads them. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he says. “But I don’t want this dripping anywhere, so let’s see how gorgeous this looks sliding right back inside your hole.” He doesn’t even try to be slow or gentle this time, knowing I’m already stretched pretty far open. He dives right in, going a couple inches deeper than his wrist in a single push. I make a small grunt but that’s it. I’m just glad to get something back inside me. “Deeper,” I say, reminding him of my goal and letting him know I’m ready. “Give me more.” He chuckles. “Oh, okay, I guess,” he says. “But only because you asked so politely, you pig.” Eduardo applies more pressure and continues sliding deeper into my hole. I think he probably expected to get halfway up his forearm because once another two inches past there had disappeared inside me, he starts looking a little worried. “You doing okay?” he asks. “How’s that feel, pig?” “More,” I say, not even looking at him, just concentrating on my breathing and on opening up. He gets a little further, and I feel his upper arm bump against my butt. I’ve made it to the crease in his elbow, but I still feel open and a little empty. I still want more. I grab my bottle of poppers again. I take my time with it, taking four long, slow huffs out of the bottle. I keep my eyes closed, reseal the bottle, set it beside me, reach my hands overhead, and exhale deeply several times. I think I hear Eduardo say “wow” or something. He probably feels my insides relaxing. I exhale one more time, then I open my eyes, stare right into his, and say simply, “More.” I begin to bear down as he realizes I’m serious and begins to apply pressure again. With a grunt and a bit of a yelp, I absorb his entire elbow into my hole. It feels incredible, and with his latest bump starting to kick in as I absorb all the semen being spread through my insides, I feel like I can do anything. “Keep going,” I say. “More.” I lean back and continue to work on my breathing. It’s tough because of the added high, but I’m trying to keep myself physically relaxed and fairly still. My arms move around a bit, trying to find the best way to get leverage, but the rest of me cooperates with my need for calm. I feel him moving further in. This is uncharted territory for both of us, and we treat it rather solemnly—we’re both silent, focused more on the feelings than on being verbal. That, I figure, could come later. For now, my only job is to open up. And that’s exactly what I do. Eduardo’s arm slides a couple more inches into me, so my stretched-out sphincter is wrapped around the middle of his meaty bicep. I’m glad he’s not super-built, but he’s got enough mass there that I felt the extra stretch as his toned muscle slides past the threshold. He holds still at this point, and I think we both feel he’s reached a block. He presses a button on the phone’s screen and sets it aside. “I think this is as far as you’re going to let me in today,” he says, sounding surprisingly serious for all the dirty talk we were doing before. I guess he wants me to know he’s not playing. I return the favor and reply as soberly as I’m capable, considering the unreal conditions. “Yeah, I think so, too. Feels like you hit a wall.” I take a couple breaths. “Honestly, I’m good with that because oh my god.” “Yeah,” Eduardo says. “This is intense. I’ll just stay right here. You take your time and let me know when you’re ready for something to change.” Taking his advice, I lie back and relax, trying to wrap my brain around what’s going on. I can’t, of course, so I just lie there in amazement at how good my whole body feels. Then I get an idea, and a naughty smile crosses my face. Eduardo sees it. “What now? You look like you’re up to something. What are you thinking? Nothing good, I’ll bet.” “We’ll see,” I say. “Can you try something for me? Are you able to flex your bicep without bending your arm? Like, can you flex the muscle by just tensing your arm?” He thinks for a quick second, then smirks back at me. He extends his free arm up so I can see it. “Like this?” he asks. Then I watch as what looks like a beautifully shaped human arm suddenly transforms into a beautifully shaped stone carving. Then just as suddenly, it looks soft and supple again. “Oh my god,” I say. “Your body is gorgeous. Yes, like that. I wonder what that…” But I didn’t get to finish the sentence. I gasp and lift my head to face his, shock running across my features. “Holy fuck!” I say as I see an evil chuckle run across his face. “Oh my god,” I say again, as the sensation fades. “That’s all you did?” And suddenly, I gasp and look shocked once more. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Holy fuck. It’s like my entire body is a great big prosta—fuck, dude!” The feeling of having a man’s arm buried up to his bicep overwhelmed me enough. Having that large of an intrusion go from soft to solid and back again—and having the girth of his hard muscles expand so suddenly—blew my mind. I couldn’t process anything beyond feeling completely and totally overwhelmed, completely and totally under his control and at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll keep begging for more. I start to smile in some kind of hazy bliss, and he flexes one more time, changing my spreading smile to a quick gasp and back again as he releases the tension. “Okay, okay,” I say. “Hold on. Just stay still.” To my relief, Eduardo looks serious. I don’t think he’ll shock me with another flex now. “I’m astonished you made it this far. Alright. Tell me what you need. Out? Hold? What’s best?” Taking stock of my sensations, I make a suggestion. “Just hang on for a second. Lemme get used to you.” After a few moments and many unsuccessful attempts at calming breaths, I continue. “Maybe back out, slowly, to your elbow? Then hold and check again.” “Sounds good. You ready?” I nod. “Or do you need more time?” I shake my head. “Okay,” he says. “Your only job right now is to breathe. Nice and slow, okay?” I nod. And with that, I feel the enormous mass of an entire arm start to move toward the exit of my body. I have to fight the urge to hyperventilate or panic. He gets his elbow out with a grunt from me. He freezes, unsure how I’m managing. Hell, I don’t know how I’m doing, either. I’m basically writhing all over, trying to understand the impossible sensations I’m experiencing. Eventually I get used to this new level of fullness, and with a quick nod from me, we resume the gradual retreat of his arm. I have him pause again at the wrist for just a second, and after a bit, he’s completely out. I feel utterly, completely, hopelessly empty. I almost break down in tears. I have a worried look on my face as my eyes dart around the room in search of a solution. I’m desperate for a solution. Anything I can shove up my hole to satisfy my need. But I can’t come up with any ideas. Seeing nothing and without thinking, I slide one of my own fists back into my hole. I’m amazed by how loose and sloppy it is—I’ve never been this destroyed before, and it feels unbelievable. Eduardo sees my behavior and laughs. “Okay, mister power bottom. Let’s fill you up with an enormous butt plug then spend a few minutes getting me cleaned up and you rehydrated. Sound good?” I continue exploring my hole with my own fist, nodding absently that I half-heard his suggestions. Before I realize what’s happened, Eduardo returns, toweling himself off. He shakes his head with a laugh. “Right where I left you. At least you’re predictable. Okay, come on. Let’s get this plug inside you.” He picks up the huge plug I had in me before, which he has somehow fit inside my Pig Hole toy to add even more girth. “I hope it’s big enough to make a difference,” I say. “Yeah, me too,” he says. “Let’s give it a shot.” He waits for me to remove my hand, then he immediately slides the tip of the plug into my blown-out hole. It slides all the way in easily, right up to the big bump on the Pig Hole, where he pauses for a second. “Breathe,” he says. I do my best to breathe deeply and slowly, and I open up my hole as best I can. I grunt a bit, and I feel the plug lock into place. And I mean lock. I can immediately tell it’s not going anywhere for a while. That thing can’t budge. “You good?” Eduardo asks. “Mmm-hmm,” I reply. I look around mindlessly, pretty much anywhere but at him. I also start grinding my hips, distracted by the changing sensations of the massive plug pressing into different parts of my insides. Eduardo chuckles and shakes his head. “Man, you are blasted. Here, lemme help you down.” He reaches his hands to either side of me, and I lean forward, happy to have the physical contact and the chance to feel him up a bit. He chuckled again. “Goddamn, you’re horny. Okay, here’s your sports drink. Take a seat and drink. I’ll get you another bottle for when you finish that one off.” I take the half-empty bottle he hands me, and I vaguely remember that I started drinking it what now seems like forever ago. I grab a spare puppy training pad and put it on the couch because I don’t know leaky my hole will be, and I collapse into the seat, totally spent. As soon as I’m down, though, my eyes lock on the porn still playing on the screen, and my hands again lock onto my crotch. I resume playing with myself. A moment later, Eduardo comes back, carrying two more bottles of sports drink. “One for you,” he says, handing it to me. “And one for me,” he says, plopping down on the seat beside me. He exhales completely and, for the first time, looks completely spent. “Oh my god, that was incredible. Your hole is amazing.” “Your arm is fucking incredible,” I say, squeezing what’s left of my dick, never taking my eyes off the screen. We spend a long time just sitting there, calming down, and cooling off, with even Eduardo’s attention returning to the porn that’s been playing this whole time. We had been totally ignoring it for the longest time. The stuff going on inside my own body was way hotter than what we saw on the screen. But there’s enough going on right now to hold my attention and keep my eyes occupied while my hands apply pressure to my nub of a penis and the sensitive spot on my perineum. My entire body and all my needs have been reduced to those two spots. The only thing that would be better is to get another person inside my hole again, but catching my breath for a minute does feel good. After a while, Eduardo’s phone lights up with an incoming text. He checks it and grins. “Looks like your friend Joey is looking for some play. Want me to take you over there?” “Yes, please,” I say. Joey is a hot little fucker who enjoys pushing boundaries and encouraging naughty behavior in me. He’ll help me go as far as I want, and he always respects my boundaries. Not that I have any in my current state, but he’s certainly earned a lot of my trust over the years. “Okay,” Eduardo says. “Let’s get you ready. We’re gonna keep that butt plug in you, but you need to be street-legal to get to their place. I need you to go get your favorite jock strap. Make sure it’s clean. Look at me. Get a fresh jockstrap. Go.” I head to my bedroom, rummage through my dresser, and find my favorite one. It’s small and simple and keeps the attention where I want it: on my hole. It also has an elastic cock ring built in, so I’ll be less likely to play with myself, since the jock will take care of the squeezing. Satisfied, I go back to Eduardo. “Oh, perfect. I like you in that one. Okay, put that on.” He helps me balance as I struggle to focus on getting my legs through the straps, and it takes a second to get my balls through the cock ring, but then I’m all set. “And here are the basketball shorts and tank top that were in a pile on the floor. I’m assuming they’re yours.” I stare at them blankly, trying to remember. Were those mine? Had I worn them recently? “And I’m assuming,” Eduardo continues, “that it’s been a while since you’ve seen them.” He chuckles. “Just put them on.” With his help, I finish getting dressed. “And your shoes are over there. Go on.” Once those are on my feet, we’re ready. I grab my werewolf sheath, thinking it might come in handy in a little while. Eduardo turns off the porn and most of the lights, then walks to the front door. At that, we head out.

As they say, all good things must come to an end. And sadly the next chapter is the end of this story, or is it? I do have something in mind, but I covered alot of different things in this super long story. I appreciate those of you who have faithfully followed my story. As some may already know I appreciate and at times use your private comments in my stories. If you have any ideas not already used, DM ME! I can't guarantee I'll use them, and if I do, may only be in a brief sentence ot two.

I`ve gotten fucked in the darkroom at the bathhouse I go to. It`s a different type of fuck but still its very good when a guy is pounding my ass good with no intentions of pulling out when he cums. Thats what I`m there for. To get loads deep in my ass. I have staggered out of the darkroom a few times with cum running out of my ass and down my leg. I`m out of breath but I feel so good then to. Also not knowing who fucked me is hot. It`s all about bare dick in my unprotected ass.

Some holes here look even more ruined than the cunt of a flat-rate-whore in Amsterdam! What a honor!

Young Braisilian guy who fucked me last week came back today fucked me again, this time I did get his name at the end he came in stripped and then seriously rimmed me and then munched on my hole until he pushed in raw. He then pile drived itno my ass, telling me not to move off his cock and making me stay in the exact same position as he literally bashed into my prostrait this went on for at least 20 minutes until he shot a huge load in my guts, I was literally dripping. These young guys cum so much Then he got dressed, I leaned in to kiss him and say thanks but he said, "I dont kiss" and then left

None of these options is true for me. For my first gay sex experiences I was all top, but my first experience as a bottom was entirely my idea, even though throughout the night we switched places several more times. I love to fuck other guys, but I love getting fucked as well.

Nothing more happened with him. The entire project was very demanding and we both acted very professional and then he flew out on a red-eye immediately after we wrapped. I'm really just curious if any one else has run into similar situations of "oh that's the guy I had sex with who's name I don't know" that you had to spend time with and act like you didn't have sex. I've had many situations where people hit me up on grindr with their explicit photos and then I see them in person waiting on the subway the next morning dressed all professional and I think to myself, "I have seen your asshole" and we both act like that's not how we know each other. Maybe that's only common to places like NYC.

As I walked into the quiet church on a peaceful Monday afternoon, I found Maria eagerly waiting for me near the entrance. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and I could tell she had exciting news to share about our outreach program. The absence of the usual Sunday service created a serene atmosphere, allowing us to focus solely on our conversation. "Jack, I'm so glad you could make it," Maria greeted me with a warm smile. "We have some incredible updates to discuss." Returning her smile, I nodded appreciatively. "Of course, Maria. I'm eager to hear how our outreach efforts are spreading." As we strolled through the empty pews, Maria couldn't contain her excitement. She painted vivid pictures with her words, describing our outreach program as a virus of love and compassion that was infecting hearts and transforming lives. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and gratitude for being part of this movement. She shared stories of individuals who had initially been resistant but eventually succumbed to the infectious power of kindness and acceptance. Their lives had been touched, and they, in turn, had become carriers of this life-affirming virus, spreading it to others in their communities. It was a beautiful analogy that captured the essence of what we were trying to achieve. As Maria continued to recount the successes of our outreach program, I marveled at the impact we were making. The thought of being a catalyst for positive change and witnessing the transformation of lives filled me with an indescribable joy. The fire within me, once fueled by anger and resentment, had been replaced by a burning passion for this work. We reached the back offices. Maria stopped before a door and said: "In here, we will find our next project. The next sinner." My curiosity piqued as Maria hinted at a new opportunity. I followed her lead, stepping into the dimly lit hallway that led to the office. The air was heavy with anticipation, mingling with the scent of old books and polished wood. As we entered the office, a scene unfolded before us that caught us completely off guard. There, in a rather compromising position, was Maria's father, the pastor. His startled expression mirrored our own shock as he scrambled to compose himself. "Father!" Maria exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and disappointment. She was such a good actress. The pastor stumbled to his feet, his face flushed with embarrassment. He hastily adjusted his dishevelled clothing, his attempts at recovery only amplifying the awkwardness of the situation. Next to him on the office floor lied a naked choir boy. 18 or 19 years old, a big dick prodding out of his robes who tried to cover himself. "No need", said Maria who held her Phone in hand and shot a photo of the situation. Her Father with a wet mouth and the young man with his dick out. "Who is that?" I asked, unable to conceal my astonishment. Maria sighed dramatically. "That would be Roberto. Our student minister. He's new to the parish. A nice kid from a good family. Loves Jesus too, and it seems he likes to get his cock sucked by middle aged priests." "I can explain!", stammerd Marias fathers. But I wasn't interested. I turned my attention to the boy whose breathy moans revealed a fervent appetite for cock. The lad was nervously clutching a few shreds of cloth, trying to hide his genitals. But it was hopeless. Maria looked from the boy to her father and then to me. "What should we do with those two?" "I think those sinners need to be punished", I said. The pleasure seemed to resonate within me. The Pastor broke down in tears. "No! Please don't say such things. You don't know what you're talking about. Please just listen..." Maria scoffed. "Punished? What punishment would you suggest? Maybe we should fuck them both roght here. Show them what you have." I opened my pants and my rock hard 8 inch cock popped out. The pastors gulped as he saw it. I slowly stroked it and grinned at Maria. "Would you like that, Pastor?" I asked. The question seemed to rile him even more. His tongue flickered over his teeth, searching for something better to say. But he couldn't find any answers. So, instead, he mumbled "Please, don't ... I sinned, yes, but I want to do good. Maria, my Daughter, I'm sorry." "Bend over", said Maria. "Maria ...", her Father looked to her, then to me, pleadingly. "Dad, you either do what I say or I will send this picture to everybody. To your congregation, to the press, to mom." Her Father gulped. His face was blood drained ... "I ,,," "Bend over", she said. And he did. "Go fuck him", she told me. And so I did. I went over to him and pulled down his pants. His white ass cheeks became visible. His ass was hairy. But no problem for me. I could smell his fear and that made my cock rock hard. This was power. I would spread my toxic semen into this asshole. I didn't even took lube. I put my cock on his asshole and pushed, feeling some restiance. He squirmed, tried to get away, but I hold him down. I kept pushing until I felt his asshole give way, stretching around my big shaft. I continued pushing and heard his breathing intensify. I pushed again and suddenly I felt him relax, accepting my invasion. It took several thrusts and he finally began moving with my cock inside his butt. And now, I pushed in and out. Not deep but just enough to get used to the sensations. He gasped, wiggled his hips. He begged, crying "Jesus, please help me". I ignored him. Slowly, the bastard surrendered to the presence of my penis. Then faster and faster. I fucked him, moving in and out. Slowly increasing the speed. The guy was whimpering beneath me. I fucked him hard and deep. Until he came, emptying his balls onto the floor, screaming "Oh, god!". He lost control and came without a break. It was a hot load. Now it was my turn. My toxic seed was waiting. I pushed in. Filled the hole. Then started moving in and out. Fuck. It was perfect. Perfection. Just right. I pounded harder into his prostate. He yelled and cried. He pleaded with me to stop. No chance. I continued pounding. Hard and fast. He grabbed onto the desk. I slammed into him, causing some of his cum to splatter against my chest. Oh hell yes, I thought. That was fucking great. I moved faster and harder. His body shuddered violently. My cock got even harder, I felt it, I would come soon. With one final burst of energy I erupted into him. I came loudly, spilling into his intestines, filling him up with my toxic cum. Then it all ended. I collapsed. Panting, I sat on my knees, letting my erection go. I felt satisfied but drained at the same time. I stood up. I saw blood and semen dripping out of his asshole. It was messy and disgusting but it was satisfying in its own way. "Nice job, Jack," Maria said, offering her hand to help me up. She smiled broadly. "You were fantastic." I let her pull me up and smiled. "Thanks," I managed. We looked down at her whimpering dad. He was lying on the ground spasming. Then we looked to Roberto, who was still sitting on the floor, looking at us with shocked wide eyes. His cock was still out and rock hard. "Come on Roberto, you can fuck this hole, too." The 19 year old stood up, lust was in his eyes. Another sinner, who would get the gift of god. While Roberto put his cock in the bloody asshole, I looked at Maria. "What will we do with them?" "We can them both put to work at the motel. I think a lot of Guys would like to have a go at his holiness." She took out her little box with the syringes.

I think I posted most of this in other threads but I’ll repost here. For anon: blindfold, runner arm band to keep phone close while blindfolded, stash wrist band to keep poppers accessible while blindfolded. For appearance: harness, jockstrap, socks, shoes (sometimes), dog tags. For logistics: poppers, T, bottle of lube (preference for a 9x6 squeeze bottle), towel, hydration (water or Gatorade). Options: ball gag (I like the fort troff one), cock ring I like the idea of handcuffs but since I fuck in a public bathhouse sling I’d be concerned about safety if something went wrong or losing the key. I expect the bathhouse would tell me I couldn’t use them or kick me out if I tried. Idk, maybe I’m being paranoid. If anyone’s tried it lmk.

While general terms like "Dom" and "sub" help us communicate a direction, they are too broad and undefined in their unpacked form. Personally, i do not see any relationship working, or approaching being a "relationship," without communication. As i see it, the D/s dynamic is about connecting needs/desire from two opposite poles. Spend any amount of time with BDSM folk, and you'll see very quickly that there are myriad expressions of both Dominance and submission. You may connect to stuff like ropes and whips, he may want to dress like a French maid and clean your house. You may perceive him as having an asshole and cock to be caged, and he may see himself as having a clit and a pussy. The list is as endless as are people... individuals. Again, just my views here, but i believe until the two of you communicate about how you each perceive and experience Dom/sub, you won't know where your needs/desires aline and the relationship will be generic at best.

Upstairs So Prince Zaid pulled a big fluffy white robe out of a hidden closet and pulled it on, his big ten inches sticking out between the loose tie. He wrapped Andy in a big robe, and picked him up in his arms like a baby. “That’ll never do,” the Prince muttered, and rearranged Andy’s robe so he could feel Andy’s ass against his hard dick. He walked them to the elevator and up to his top floor suite, teasing the boy's asshole with the head of his cock as they made out. The Prince carried the boy into his huge marble personal bath. “Kneel slave and let me clean your pussy hole. I want you clean for my seed,” Andy knelt, with his ass high and his chest to the warmth of the heated marble floor, and the Prince used a flexible shower shot, at a very gentle flower and warmth, to clean him out. He gently pushed the tube inside the boy, slowly threading it in. When Andy began to get uncomfortable, he slapped the boy’s ass, “This may be uncomfortable, beautiful slave, but submit to your master. It’s better to get the lube out now.” Andy tried to submit, but was having trouble, so the Prince reached behind a little stainless steel door in the shower wall and brought out some poppers and gave them to Andy. Andy opened up and the Prince gently cleaned inside his second hole. The Prince went as deep as he could as gently as he could. He wanted the boy cleaned out because it would help him heal, but he also wanted the boy to feel claimed deep inside by his hand, by himself. Once then Prince was satisfied the boy was clean, he fucked him with the water, gently pushing the hose in and out for a few minutes. Then he made the boy kneel with his legs splayed and let it out. They then showered and he toweled the slave off and then Andy dried his body. Andy did so tenderly, admiring the man’s body hair, his hard muscles, his hard ass, and with great reverence the big cock, hard again, and he kissed it often while drying it. They then went and had some fresh yogurt, bright with berries and honey, some bananas, and lots of Gatorade and cold water. As they ate, the Prince kept Andy close on the bench of the little banquet in his huge kitchen, marveling at the boy's perfect beauty. He encouraged the boy to talk, to tell him of his childhood, his high school and hometown, and his life at college. Although both their cocks were hard the whole time, and the boy wanted to touch and pleasure the Prince's big 10 inches, the Prince made the boy eat and drink. “Trust me, beautiful slave, you will feel much better if you eat now, and also again every time we wake,” the Prince said gently, “We have literally had days of nonstop sex, so having some food will make us enjoy our next few days relaxing in bed so much better.” And so Andy rested his beautiful red curls against the Prince's firm chest, his creamy skin white shining against the dark salt and pepper fur and tawny skin of the older man. “It does make me feel better, master,” Andy admitted, “I feel more relaxed now.” “Good, little slave,” the Prince said, kissing the top of Andy’s affectionately. The Prince got up and got some ibuprofen out of a cabinet and handed three to the boy and three for himself. “Your muscles will be very sore all over from all the positions you were in, you will have bruises from my punishments, and you know your ass is swelling,” the Prince said gently, “Some ibuprofen will help keep the swelling down and ease your discomfort.” And so they split a small scone to take with the painkillers. The Prince was mindful they had not had solid food in several days, and wanted to start small. They climbed the big stairs in the big open front hall of the Aspen home, Andy thrilling at the incredible views through the dusk sky. “Once we are rested and are back on a normal sleep schedule,” the Prince promised, “I will take my perfect little slave up to the roof, naked together with me inside a big fur blanket, and we will fuck on the roof and you will see the sunset from over my shoulders as I fill your sweet hole with my seed.” Andy was overwhelmed at how wonderful the thought of that was and turned, looking up, asking permission to kiss the Prince. The Prince started kissing the boy ardently, and soon he picked Andy up and carried him the rest of the way. He moved quickly, so eager to be inside the muscle stud, and when he reached his huge bedroom he stood near a nightstand, holding Andy against his chest, Andy in turn used his strong longs around the older man’s wiry muscles to help support himself. The Prince, wild with need, fumbled with one hand, found the lube and slicked his aching cock. With both hands now he steadied Andy’s smaller frame and sank into the clutching warmth with one hand. Now joined in one of the most intimate ways two men could joining, he began to fuck Andy slowly, savoring the cling, the pull, the flutter of the boys fiery hole. He was looking at the boy intently, feeling the beginning of feelings he’d denied himself for decades, looking at the blues eyes, pupils still wide but a gorgeous bright blue beginning to assert itself, the Prince knew Andy was more than a possession, more than just something to keep well maintained. He wasn’t sure what it was yet, but there was some deeper connection, some desire beyond the desire to possess and assert his mastery over other men that he always felt in sex. He wondered what Andy was feeling and thinking, and he realized he wanted to know what was going on with him not so much because he wanted to control him, to make him give himself to him, but because he wondered if Andy could ever feel anything for him? But then Andy started staring deep into his eyes, and he reached up and kissed the Prince. And while it wasn't an answer the Prince’s mind felt it as a promise and he came again and again and Andy shot a huge load just moments later the spray getting all over his body and the Princes. After they fucked, Andy immediately started cleaning the Princes cock with his hot mouth, moving to lick his own cum off the wiry chest. At the same time the Prince was roaming the furrow of the boy's abs, and garnering cum on his fingers, which Andy ate eagerly. Once they were somewhat clean, they each took an Ambien and settled into bed, the Prince cock snuggled inside Andy’s hole, his arms around the boy. The Prince awoke with a start, realizing yet again why he only did Tina a few times a year—it made a hash of your sleep habits for nearly a week after you stopped it. He realized he and Andy had migrated together, and that somehow Andy was sort of on top of him. And that his cock, miraculously, was still in the boy's ass. His cock stirred, and he so wanted to fuck the boy again, but Andy was asleep and Zaid didn’t want to wake him—he had put the boy through a lot, and he needed rest. So the Prince relaxed, lightly holding the boy around the waist. His thoughts were still a jumble. He knew that he still wanted to possess the boy, that he wanted to dominate and use him, but he also knew something else was going on. Those usual feelings were there, maybe stronger than he had ever felt before with someone, but he realized—as he felt the boy’s incredible ass suckle on his big cock even as the boy slept—that intensified need to possess was because his heart was stirring. It was a mystery how he could be thinking this, after just a few days, but something about the utter abandon of the boy, his delight in every perversion, his openness to every experience, the way he arched his perfect muscular back, making that deep furrow where sweat collected, and pushed his perfect muscle ass back at everything the Prince had given—that was part of it. It was also that the boy's sweetness and bright light shown through him in the day and then transformed at night. During the day the boy was peaches and cream, honey and strawberries, his eyes bright blueberries that signaled his kind intentions, his sweet openness a delight. At night, in a dungeon, tied with ropes or on his knees, that honey burned dark with the smoky scent of need, the blueberry eyes turned ripe dark blackberry, the pink little strawberry of his asshole bloomed as a dark rosebud, the peaches and cream of his skin soured with purple bruises and welts of red. The Prince thought Andy looked equally delicious in both aspects of his character, bright light of the morning or dark light of the moon. And he hoped Andy wanted all of his own complicated aspects too. For the next four days, they did nothing but relax, sleep, and have (relatively) gentle and (relatively) vanilla sex. Every day the Prince wore beautiful merino and cashmere sweatpants in a dark brown. The pants were custom, designed to wick away sweat naturally. They were very comfortable—one could do yoga in them and the Prince did—but also revealing,showing off his firm thighs, his powerful ass, and the bulge of his thick cock. When he wore a shirt, it was a simple white merino t-shirt , which clung to him in all the right places and the short sleeves bulged around his yoga-toned biceps. Andy wore an almost identical outfit just in colors suited to him: emerald green pants and sapphire blue sleeveless tanks. The clothes fitted him nearly perfectly—they had been started shortly before he got on the plane—but the Prince could see that the next set would be improved with an actual body to measure. But the Prince had no complaints about how the boy looked—the pants were utterly comfortable for him, but they fitted him close to the tightness of a pair of old fashioned hosiery. The boy's leg muscles rippled under the fabric and every detail of his muscle ass was visible. But the best part was how the boy’s cock and balls looked, hard or soft, outlined in the soft fabric. Andy marveled at the clothes, and just laughed when the Prince said it had been easy enough to have them made when his existing clothes were all over the hotel room flor. He realized though that his clothes were more revealing, that while the Prince’s revealed some things and suggested others, while Andy’s clothes displayed his body much more candidly, it turned him on that the Prince found him so attractive. The first day they were so exhausted they basically stayed in bed and fucked and napped. The Prince made him eat three meals but all were light, and they snacked on yogurt and fresh berries too. By the second day the soreness had reached Andy ‘s assring. Andy was frustrated that they couldn’t fuck, but he occupied himself with sucking the beautiful cock and begging for loads of piss. By the fourth day, Andy’s soreness had abated enough and his need grew so much that the Prince fucked him again. When Andy felt the Prince’s big cock inside him again, he realized he was starting to have feelings he’d never had before. Andy was on the bed on his back, feeling more alive than he felt like he ever had, enjoying the feeling of the Prince’s big thick cock reaching deep inside him. Andy thrilled at the handsome face looking at him so intently, so much golden brown finally coming back in the eyes after the dark black lust of his eyes during their wild time in the dungeon. Andy felt himself magnetized by the Prince, his power, his subtle mastery of Andy’s body. Andy appreciated that the Prince pushed him and pushed him, but that he also tried to rein Andy’s darker impulses in when he felt they were turning self-destructive. As the Prince fucked him, he remembered flashes of their dark scenes—the pain of the electricity, the agony of the fucking machine relentlessly fucking his hole deep with giant dildos, and the fire of electricity coursing through pins stuck through his balls—while also inhabiting the passionate fuck that thrilled him right now. He loved the way the Prince looked at him with something shining in his golden brown eyes, how he stroked his body and called him beautiful, how he kissed him tenderly and then with increasing ardour, how he locked at him with undisguised need and want as he came and came within him. Andy was starting to realize, faintly, something he would come to understand fully: that the Prince drew out Andy’s darkest desires and fantasy, that he, Andy, brought out the Prince's deepest desire and longest held secret: the Prince’s need to love and be loved. One Week Later: A Flight A little over one week later, a large black SUV pulled up to the private terminal at Sardy Field, Aspen’s primary airport. The driver got out of the car and went around to help the passengers out. First to emerge was a tall man with tawny skin and salt-and-pepper hair. He was immaculately clad in a suit, in a blue just a step brighter than navy, and the clothes highlighted his broad shoulders and leanness, his stance commanding. The tailoring looked English, and his tawny skin told onlookers he was either Asian Briton or from the subcontinent itself. As he lifted his arm to help his companion with the solicitous and appreciative air a powerful man uses towards his beautiful wife, one could glimpse the bright flash of a large and chunky watch of some luxurious vintage to match his clothes. And then any onlookers who had been following the little scenario play out were treated to a surprise: the object of the older man’s possessive and erotic gaze was a much younger man. Walking down the steps, one arm supported by the older man, the younger man wore a perfectly tailored suit of a deep royal blue, cut so that the perfect v of his torso was outlined, and the power in his small legs and buttocks was clear to everyone. His suit was obviously of the finest Italian cut, in the way it displayed his masculine perfection for onlookers while still quietly saying: wealth. His shirt was a light cornflower, and the textures of its weave caught the light and highlighted the beauty of his creamy skin and his crown of red curls, cut so they hung and framed his small handsome face and the bright blue eyes that popped and popped as because of the way his clothes matched the blue of his eyes. Once the two men were out of the truck, the older man kissed the shorter man gently on the top of the head and they were off. The redhead always moved slightly in front of the older man but to the side, and the older man’s tawny skin shown against the blue-suited shoulder of the shorter man, where his hand rested lightly. They spoke quietly, back-and-forth with the easy commentary and lightness of a couple. As they alighted into the big Gulf Stream, the kind used only for long-haul flights, the close observer would have seen that the older man leaned forward and said something into the ear of the younger man as he cupped his ass to steady him on the craft’s ladder. And those watching most closely would have seen the red head turn and give the older man the most open and radiant smile one could imagine. After dozens of suitcases—all in the retro styling and classic colors of Globe-Trotter, luggage makers to the Queen—were loaded into the hull, the plane took off into the twilight sky. Two and One-Half Years Later: A Fantasy is Fulfilled A little over two years later, Andy stood in a corner of the Prinzknecht (Prince's Servant) leather bar in Berlin. His head was bowed and his hands were clasped in front, lightly holding a leash attached to a shimmering platinum chain that led to his collar. Despite the music and noise, he couldn’t hear anything because his lord Prince had placed a pair of sensory deprivation headphones on his ears. His perfect muscles bulged and shimmered in the light, his skin moisturized with the finest skincare products, his red curls glowed and framed his face perfectly thanks to the $700 haircuts he received every four weeks. He wore no shirt but instead a wide red -trimmed leather collar. Nestled within the valley of his big pecs was a platinum dog tag reading “Property of Mr Rohan.” His completely hairless 8-pack guided the eye to the red jockstrap he wore. At first glance it was a standard issue Bike, with a big B logo under his belly button. But this jockstrap was custom with an R for Mr Rohan in the middle, and the jock itself was partially sheer, usually giving bar patrons just a glimpse of Andy’s thick 8 inch meat. Right now though, the men in the bar could see the big thick cream and pink cock clearly. Andy Galvin was hard. Andy Galvin was waiting. Andy Galvin was turned on. Around 50 minutes later, men at the front of the noisy Berlin bar began to hear a commotion as a group of men processed through the space. The other patrons were hooting, whistling, and applauding. As the procession reached the front, a tall man with salt and pepper hair, his lean muscular torso revealed by an open black vest of the softest leather, a thin red band around his left bicep, his right arm displaying a ceramic watch with studs, stepped slightly forward to get a better view. The Prince did not contribute to the hubbub, but instead smiled deeply as 6’8”muscle man Hans, president of the Berlin Biker Men Motorcycle Club walked at the head of the group displaying a big certificate reading “I consent to this scene. signed, Andy G.“ As Hans passed by, the men of the bar caught a glimpse of a short, naked, perfectly muscled small man, his big cock hard and dripping precum, prominently displayed within a network of excellent rope work and carried by a posse of huge men in fetish gear. What they could not see, because of the black sack that covered his head and fastened all around his collar, was Andrew Galvin’a beautiful red curls. Or his closed eyes. Andy Galvin was unconscious. His oversized perfect cock remained rock hard and dripping. Andy Galvin was still turned on.

Bro this is a massive fantasy for me too, hope you’ve found someone to help you with it

Once he’d composed himself, I excused myself to grab some snacks and more beers. When I came back, he was sat leafing through a ‘male art photography’ book. He slammed it closed as soon as he saw me, “Err… Sorry, John…” “No need to be sorry. Look at anything you want,” I said, putting the tray of snacks and cans on the side table. I sat next to him, “Did you like the pictures in that book?” “Well… They’re good pictures… But, erm… Do men really do those things?” I knew exactly what he was asking – the images in the book went rapidly from nudes, to shots of oral, anal and rimming – but gave him a hammy confused look. “Like… Do you let men put their wi… cock in your mouth? Do they lick your bottom?” His cock twitched a little with each thought and his eyes betrayed him. I gave him my best matter-of-fact look, “Well, yes, Dan. I suck cock, fuck and rim arse, and vice versa.” He stared at me in what seemed like awed disbelief, unconsciously licking his lips and fingering his shaft. “Does it upset you, me talking like that?” He shook his head a little bashfully, mumbling some kind of catechism under his breath. “Look, you can get dressed and go home whenever you like. I won’t be offended.” “Oh, no, Mr… John. I just don’t know how to talk about this.” His eyes kept flicking down to my hard-on, which was now glistening with precum, but nowhere near what he was producing. It was literally running down his shaft. “That’s OK. Let’s have some snacks and just chat.” And so we did. I steered the conversation to his college plans while we ate and he became more relaxed and talkative. After food, We started on our second beer and I lit another spliff. After he’d had a couple of tokes, he started to get a little agitated again, “Erm…” he seemed to choke on his words. “Just say whatever you want. You won’t shock me, and I won’t mock you for getting it wrong.” “It’s just…” I fixed his eyes with mine, reaching out to run the back of my hand over his chest and belly until gently gripping his shaft. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” He grunted his assent. I released his cock to start stroking his thighs and tickling his balls. I knew I had to take it easy or he’d blow his load in moments and who knows how he’d react to that if I hadn’t got him relaxed again. I moved in closer to whisper, “I’m glad you aren’t wearing body spray. Men smell much better when they’re natural.” Then I kissed his neck, down to his shoulder and across his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples. Each touch elicited a light moan, and I could feel him relaxing with each new sensation. By now, he was lying back on the beanbag and I gently lifted his left arm, taking a deep hit of him before kissing then licking his pit. “Oohhh!…” His cock pulsed against my belly and his head fell back. I lapped at his sweat, covering my face in his scent, until I felt his hand on the back of my head. He inexpertly guided me across to his other pit, and I made sure to graze my chin stubble across his nipples on the way. After a few minutes savouring him, I pulled away a little and moved in to kiss him. He tensed at first, not knowing what to do, but soon enough opened to me and we exchanged a deep kiss. Now he was relaxed in the zone he was a natural. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I’m going to suck your cock, now. OK?” His eyes widened and glinted. He just nodded. I kissed my way down his chest, over his belly to his leg and that wonderful crease between his thigh and ballsack. I lapped all around his thighs and balls, taking each into my mouth as I passed. Then licked up the length of his shaft until I could get my tongue into the lake of precum crowning over his foreskin. Then licking under the ʼskin, over the head, pushing his ʼskin back, and taking the knob in my mouth. I slowly took him further into my mouth, giving the full tongue treatment over his head and shaft, until I had him poking at my throat. Not wanting to spook him, I started pulling back, only to repeat the process, and again, and again… A little further each time. Is it wrong that hearing him mumble his catechism made me crave his cock even more? It wasn’t too long before I had my chin pressed hard against his balls, and I flexed my throat around him before pulling back to dive back down again. His muttering was getting more earnest – I took it as a sign he was going to cum – and he grabbed my head and yanked me off him. He was staring down at me looking worried, “You… You’ve got to stop… I… I’m… I think I’m going to pee.” The thought seemed to horrify him. I smiled at him, “You’re not going to pee, Dan. Don’t worry.” I went straight down on him again, his hands still on my head, and started long-sucking and tonguing his shaft while stroking his balls which had nearly disappeared back inside. It took maybe 20 seconds before, “AARRGGHH!” and he started shaking bodily, his hands falling from my head as the first spurt of cum splashed from his head between my lips to the back of my throat. The force of the jet made me cough, and his cock twitched so strongly he popped out of my mouth. The second spurt hit me square in the face. A third fountained into the air to splatter over both of us. His cock slapped his belly as the fourth laid a trail from his face to his navel. I lifted his cock, taking his fifth jet on my face before getting my mouth round him. Ready for the sixth pulse, I used it to lube him into my throat, taking jets seven and eight before pulling back to taste nine and ten before sitting up to look at him. He was still juddering, as if fitting, breathlessly reciting, and pumping cum onto his belly. There were four or five weaker spurts before his cock started slackening and the last of his load oozed from the tip. He was lying out, head back eyes close, mouth open. An almost angelic look of satisfaction on his face.

Haven't posted in a while. Took two loads today. First was from a guy in one of the gayborhoods. Was cute, colombian, short (like me) muscular, and had a gorgeous uncut cock he slid in me. Pounded my hole a few minutes before unloading. When I got home a guy I'd been chatting with wanted to drop by. He's a tall, thin black guy with a nice big cock. Added his load to the mix. Wasn't expecting two today so it was a very pleasant surrpise

Love dark rooms with multiple guys in there not know not caring who or what they look like. Just feel my body getting moved around and fucked is amazing. My senses are so high when its total darkness and cock after cock finds it way to my hole without seeing anything.

I reckon you're correct but I don't think labels help, no one is 100 per cent straight or gay imo just at different points on the scale. I identify as straight, have a wonderful girlfriend but she doesn't have a great libido always. I wouldn't cheat on her or be intimate with another woman but have a couple of cum pigs who love to drain my cock through their glory holes. I'm not attracted by men, wouldn't want to kiss or hug but will gladly let them suck me or even fuck their right holes to get me off when I need. It beats a wank and if I'm honest, no one sucks my cock as good as another man. I don't know why but faggots make great cock suckers. Try and get my girl to copy their moves but she just doesn't cut it!

Part 3 I look at him and he smiles and shows me his phone. It’s a video clip of an older white CD with red hair sucking a huge black cock. “Am I right, sissy? You want me to make you my bitch with this big cock? I saw you the other night, humpin that chair like that ass is itching.” “Is that your cock, sir?” WTF? Why did I just call him sir? And why the fuck am I asking another man about his cock? He smiles because he knows now. “I knew it. I’ve converted so many straight white boys to sissy sluts for my cock, I done lost count. Forget about the shot, I gotta piss and then let’s go for a ride, we gotta talk, bitch.” I didn’t want to make a scene in the bar, so I followed him to his car but I didn't get in. I could smell the weed emanating from the car as he walked me around to the drivers side. His friend was driving and when Marcus introduced me to him, I saw the redhead CD girl from the picture and she was sucking Keith's huge black cock. She came up for air and Keith blew a long stream of smoke into her mouth. She looked right at me with glassed-over eyes, blew the smoke onto Keith’s monster cock and then stuffed half of it back in her mouth. I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve got friends and dudes I do business with in this bar right now. I gotta get outa here. “I knew you were in the wrong bar when I saw you grinding your ass the other night, faggot,” Then Marcus grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "I know what you need, sissy. Where you parked?” Im still watching Keith push that sissy’s head down on his beautiful, glistening tool and she is moaning like a whore. “Yo! I got something you’re gonna like, sissy now open your car.” I reach for my keys without taking my eyes off of the porn movie in front of me. I hear Marcus tell Keith he’ll be right back as I’m getting in the drivers seat. My head is buzzing from the edible which is now taking full effect. Marcus says to me, “You smoke weed, slut?” I look over and Marcus has a glass pipe that he’s pouring something into and he tells me to take a left out of the parking lot. It’s like my mind is on autopilot as I pull onto the road. “Do you smoke, slut?” Me: “why are you calling me a slut, man? Yes I smoke weed.” He just chuckles and tells me to turn right into a strip mall and then around to the back. He points to where I should park and I come to a stop behind an empty store. Marcus: “We gonna have a little talk bout you but first I want you to smoke some of my shit here.” He hands me the glass pipe and I put it to my lips. It looked a little like a hash pipe from high school so I ask, “is this hash?” As he puts a torch under the bubble at the end, Marcus says, “Trust me, sissy. This is just what you need. Now when I tell you, inhale very slowly and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Chapter 10: Assume the Positions After poppering Sir told me to lay flat on the bed with my head over side. Sir explained that he was suprised at how much cock i had taken in his mouth before. Sir explained that he was confident i could take it to the base in this position and with the help of some poppers. Sir explained that in this position, my throat would be more open, and the poppers would relax me some. He gave me another hit of the poppers and told me to take his cock as far down his throat as i could. Sir added that experienced cock suckers had problems taking it to the base. He warned me i may gag, but don't be worried if i did. He told me to take my time and not to try and go all the way quickly. This time i didn't try and take a huge sniff of poppers, and i asked if i could have another hit. Sir agreed to it. I did a great job thoating his cock. I was almost to the base as i started to gag a little. Sir pulled his cock out of my mouth and said good boy. He said he was confident i would take it all the way on my next attempt, and i took his 9+ to the base. Sir then pulled his cock out and said before I fuck your ass, im going to fuck your mouth. He told me that most guys who like to face fuck are usually aggressive, but he would be gentle with me. He added that he would go as deep as possible as soon as he was ready to blow his load down my throat. As i was sucking Sirs cock, I wanted to stroke my cock which was straining in my cock cage. Sir unlocked me and i stroked stroking my rock hard cock, and began to pre cum heavily. Sir bend over and started sucking Mt cock until i busted my nut in his mouth. This apparently got Sir to start face fucking me more aggressively. Sir buried his cock down my throat to the base, before shooting his load deep in my throat. This time there was no gagging at all. Sir told me that our next few lessons would be tiring, and they should take a nap. He put his arms around me and we kissed passionately. Sir then asked me how I felt about our lessons thus far, and i said I couldn't have a better, closer teacher. Sir said that porn movies are not like real life. They are with buff guys and huge cocks, or beautiful bubble butts. Sir started he seen plenty of gay porn, but never one that included anything about love, just pure raw sex. Sir continued by telling me from now on, I was not to use the phrase fuck me, but make love to me. I told Sir I couldn't wait for him to make love to me. We fell asleep spooning in each other's arms. I could feel Sirs cock growing against my ass. Sir woke me up and said, I want to fuck you." I wisely said I don't want you to fuck me, but make love to me. Sir said good boy. He said there were many positions to make love in, and he was going to show me a few. He told me to remember what they were called, as after the lesson he would like to have his guts filled with my cum in him. Next Chapter11: Assume the Positions 2

Chapter 9: Oral Exams The next morning I got up before Sir, eager to take his full cock for the first time. Sirs cock was rock hard and I was confident he would be fully in me that morning, but i had to take a piss. When i returned to the bedroom my step dad was on his back on top of the sheets wearing a shiny cock ring. On the end table was a bottle of lube, and some strange small bottle. I told Sir i wanted his full cock in his ass. He said you can't always get what you want. Tell me you NEED it boy! I told Sir I needed it, and Sir asked me why? I said I was now becoming a man, and that i wanted my Sir to be a part of that journey. Sir kissed me and said good boy, now suck my cock. He added he wanted me to take it as far as I could. He laid back and took a hit of the poppers. I was curious about the poppers and why he was sniffing them, but couldn't take my mouth off of Sirs cock. He got a good 7-8 inches down his throat before I started gagging, and taking my lips off his cock. I then asked Sir what the bottle was. Sir then told me it was my next lesson. He told me to get up next to him, and when I did he kissed me and congratulated me on a great job going down on his cock. I said thank you Sir. After that Sir explained that the bottle contained poppers. He said back in the day, they were known as video head cleaner by some, but that's rare now. He showed me how to close one of my nostrils and sniff up open nostril. I was eager to try, but Sir kept the bottle from me telling me he was disappointed that I didn't ask how they would effect me. Sir advised me not to just jump into doing something I've never done without asking questions first, as that could get me into some serious trouble. Sir explained that this was extremely important this weekend. I apologized and asked Sir if poppers are a drug and Sir said no, but they are used for purposes not intended. I asked so that's why people used to call them video head cleaner? Sir said yes, and happy that I caught onto that. Sir said that illegal drugs were likely something I would encounter being a gay man. Sir told me he had better not ever find out I'm doing illegal drugs, and if so he would make sure mom knew I was gay, but not about their personal actions. With that Sir put the bottle to my right nostril, telling his boy to pinch off his left nostril. I started to sniff too deeply and Sir pulled the bottle quickly from my nose. Sir asked me how I felt and i said like I had never felt before. I said there was a rush of heat through his body, and Sir told me that's why one of the more popular poppers were called Rush. Sir explained that the sensation i had was normal, but added that poppers help relax you, and in particularly your ass. Sir reminded me I'd need a hit or two before taking his cock fully up my ass. I told Sir i NEEDED fucked by him. Sir said he had one more lesson before not just fucking me, but making love to me. Next Chapter: Assume the Positions.

I started sucking in fucking at 12 and 13. I definitely loved sticking my dick up ass. But at 15, I stuck my tongue up ass for the first time and I knew I was addicted. Since then, there’s nothing that turns me on more than ass play. and when I am up that ass, whether with my tongue, my dick, or fist, I think about all the other men who have been up that hole. I get it. Many of us start with a tight hole. But whether it’s me working on someone else’s ass or me giving up my whole to a buddy, I think it should be a loose and open hole. Agape is best. I want swollen puffy lips, with dripping cum and ass juices.

Well. I hadn’t realized that in this system there really are ‘badges’. I just got a notice that I’d earned the “Dedicated” badge given for visiting daily every day for a week. (It seems to indicate that this is uncommon, which I find difficult to credit.) I think a system like this could easily go overboard. This is a discussion forum, and I think any reward system runs the risk of degrading the quality of content as members begin posting not for the purpose of discussion, but simply for bulking up their post count or response count in pursuit of the next badge or level. It’s never a good idea to scatter a bunch of shiny trinkets on the floor of a room full of people with things they should be doing - they invariably stop what they’re doing to pick up the shiny things. It’s what humans do. Throw out too many shiny badges and people may lose sight of what makes BZ valuable as a community. The reward system should never become anyone’s reason for logging on; it should never be the point.

My master and I were on vacation from work for two weeks. All I wanted to do is to get loaded up as much as I could. The first night of my hunt my master and I went into the woods of a local truck stop. He blindfolded my eyes then tied me up to this large tree in the center of the woods. He gave me a few good hits of poppers and without any lube or spit he stuck his cock inside of me to make sure my ass was ready to take ever guy's cock that came along. He told me in advance that he didn’t care what the guy looked like or how old he was the only thing that he made sure of was they all injected me with their loads. My master’s 10 inch cock was thrusting deep inside of me. It was a pain that I never felt before this was the first time that my master fucked me like this. After about 10 minutes of using my hole and poppers I got use to it and had me beg for his load then after about 15 minutes of him pounding my hole he shot his load deep inside of me. I felt another guy's cock enter me my master told the guy that he had to blow his load inside of me. My ass was craving cum. My master kept on feeding me the poppers and told me to open my mouth and stuck a pill in there. Then my master told me to drink his piss to wash the pill down. I had no clue what it was but it made me more then willing to take more cocks in my hole. It was like I was floating on a cloud and I heard the guy fucking me grunt load I knew that I was getting his load up my ass. There must have been a line because no sooner did one guy pull out another guy stuck his cock inside of me. This was every bottom's dream of getting as much cum in his asshole as it could accommodate. I was begging every man to give me his load. After about 3 hours later I must have passed out. My master told me we were there a total of 6 hours and that I took 100 loads up my ass, and that he had pumped a few loads into me himself. The next day I woke up my ass was sore and on fire. My master told me that I didn’t have any say in the matter of my hole, that it was his and told me to get my ass to the bookstore. We were in the booth together and he was pounding my hole raw. A black guy was in the next booth and stuck his cock through the glory hole and my master told me to suck it and get it wet. I did what I was told to do. Then he told me to stick it up my ass. My master loves to watch me take raw dicks in my hole. The guy started to explode in my hole I felt in go deep inside of me. He pulled his cock out of my hole I quickly turned around and sucked it clean for him. I could taste his milk on his cock. It was so good. Then in two seconds the door opened up and this tall skinny pale looking guy stuck his cock in the hole. I saw bumps on his cock but I knew my master would have told me to take his cock so I did so, if only to avoid the punishment my master would inflict upon me if I declined to service a guy. So, I was being extra good for my master and he was good to me. I heard the pale guy telling me to take his babies in my hole and I did as I was told. The place got very quiet, with just me and my master for over 1 hour. He didn’t care because he kept on fucking my hole and I loved it. Then this big bear came in to the next booth and whipped out his cock. I went on it like a bitch in heat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked us if he could join in the booth. My master answered, inviting him to come in. This was the first time that I really got a good look at the bear. He was about 6 feet 2 about 230 read hair all over his body and his cock was about 8½ inches hard. I went to work on his cock and my master was pumping my hole. Apig's dream of having both holes filled at the same time. My master was fucking me hard and I knew I was getting his load in me. He told me to take his fucking load bitch then when the other guy heard that I took loads inside of me he asked my master does he take anything else in his hole like piss? With that, my master withdrew from my ass, and the bear took my master's place. My master told the bear to piss away. It felt so good getting filled up with this hot bear's piss. My master told him not to pull out of my hole until he shot a load. Of course after a while it became hard to hold all the piss in my ass but I knew if I didn’t I would have been in hot water. About 10 minutes later the bear told me to take his poz load in my hole, so I knew that at least on load I was getting was going to be poz. My master told the guy to stay in his hole as long as he could he kept on pumping his cock in my ass. My master took the bottle of poppers out and feed me some and gave some to the bear and he started to go wild on my hole pounding the piss out of it and I knew that I was going to get punished for letting some leak out of my hole. The bear started to shake and told me to take his demon seed in my butt. My master told the bear to stay in my hole and feed me more piss then told me if I do not hold his piss I would get it and I knew what that meant. I would go the rest of my vacation with no sex and I would be stuck in my cage with one slice of bread and a bowl of my master’s piss for water. I was having too much fun to stop now. I felt the bear start to fill my hole with his hot piss. I made sure that it didn’t leak out this time. He left and soon after that we did too. We went for a long ride in the jeep he told me that he wanted to go off road to really mix the piss and cum in my asshole and told me that he was going to check the seat for any spills. This was his little way of showing me that he was my master and I was his slave boy. We had a great time but I felt every bump in my gut at one point I felt like some was trying to come out and I clamped my ass so tight that it started to burn. My master told me that I can get out of the jeep and squat and let the piss out of my ass but the only thing he asked me to do is put in the mug that was 46 oz. it felt good to have it out of my hole and I saw the cum loads of my master and the bear. I brought the mug all filled to my master he looked at the seat and tool me that I was a good boy that instead of putting it back into my ass I could drink it. Boy it was so fucking tasty I gulped in down and I started to get a hard-on thinking about the bears poz loads I just had in my hole. My master saw my cock hard and asked me if I needed to cum I asked master please could I cum? He told me that he was giving me 3 minutes to cum if I didn’t cum I had to stop until he felt that I could cum again. With that he said to me with his stop watch in his hand go!!! I stroked my cock so hard that I knew in a matter of seconds I would blow. My god it felt so good to finally cum. My master told me that I was a good boy and told me to take my pants off and bend over I knew that I was getting fucked after I blew my load he always got horny and wanted to fuck my hole and I loved every inch of his cock.