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My name is Mark. I’ve been taking classes in the city for a while. At 23 years old I haven’t had much socializing what with focusing on my studies. I check the gay apps, Grindr, Growlr, Recon, all the fun stuff. I mostly window shop. I rarely hookup. There are a few bars near by that I occasionally go by for a drink. But it’s been a while since I’ve had any real sex. I play safe with rubbers like a responsible young guy, but I’ve never needed to go on prep since my sex life is very sparse. I live in a small two bedroom apartment with a roommate. An older guy, Vince. Vince is an odd one. He’s always horny and hooking up. Guys come and go from our place like a fast food restaurant. I don’t mind it though. He pays for more then his fair share of the rent so it’s a good deal for me since city living is harsh enough as is. He’s expressed interest in me too but I always turn him down. He isn’t my type and his “interests” don’t really aline with mine much. The thing is. He’s poz. And I don’t care if a guy is poz undetectable but Vince either vary rarely takes meds or not at all. His poz status is actually full blown AIDS. Very thin and gaunt, bald, in his 70s. But he still gets around no problem with youthful vigor. He’s what they call a ‘gifter’. Someone who’s kink it is to spread the bug to neg guys. He’s told me before and has charged up a lot of guys in his room or in the living room, or any other room in the place. He likes to brag to me about it, and has jokingly talked about pozzing me too but I brush it off as him being weird. Sometimes I’ll find him fucking someone right in the open as I get home and he’ll casually say hi to me. But like I said, I don’t mind it. That’s his prerogative and we keep things civil between us. I definitely could be stuck with worse roommates. Probably the only complaint I do have is his constant masterbating in every room of the flat. He’ll jack off 2 or 3 times a day and he’ll let his cum splatter anywhere. The stuff is usually really thick and voluminous. Sometimes he cleans it up, other times I end up cleaning it up. Especially after stepping in it. Even if we’re watching tv sitting next to each other, if he has the urge, he’ll whip it out and start stroking. It’s obnoxious but I accept it. Oh and if he wasn’t poz and my type, I’d still be very hesitant to mess around with him. It’s his dick. He has a 14 inch cock. Well 36 cm. So a little more then 14. Not very thick but that only emphasizes it’s length. Which explains why so many guys want to give it a try. It’s a monster of a thing and there’s no way I could possibly take that beast. I have trouble with guys who were 7 inches. So Vince’s flag pole would probably impale me before it went balls deep. The thought makes me wince. One day in the morning I went to the kitchen to get some coffee. Vince was there, he had already made a pot. I could smell the fresh brew and went to the cabinet to grab a mug and sure enough *squish* I stepped in a thick pile of cum on the kitchen floor. It squished between my toes. It was thick like slimy tapioca pudding and warm, it had an off white yellowish color to it. “Morning Mark. Sleep well?” He asked me. “Ugh, Vince you got cum on the floor again.” I was leaning against the counter wiping the stuff off my foot with a paper towel. “Oops, guess I forgot that one. I was horny. Ya know I could lick it clean off ya if ya like. I’d be happy to suck your toes.” “No thanks. I got it.” He was a kinky one too. He’d usually offer to do something like that to me. But I had no interest and would casually turn him down. “Thanks for making coffee at least.” I prepared my cup. Vince came up behind me and passed me the cream. When he did his hard on slipped up my leg and went under my boxers, resting on my crack. He likes to find whatever excuse he can to touch my with his cock. It’s usually just a brief jab or slap. I try to ignore it. “Want some cream young man?” “Yeah thanks Vince.” Vince then thrusted forward and his cock head went between my cheeks and hit my hole hard. “Ouch Vince what’s that for?” “You said you wanted me cream. I’m just obliging you.” He kept the pressure up, his cock head pressing firmly against my asshole. He gave another sharp jab and his head started to party my sphincter. “Ouch! Come on man, you know that’s not what I meant.” “Oh well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” Vince pulled his cock away. A trail of pre with it. Great now I have a greased up ass. I fixed my coffee and sat at the table. My ass hurting a bit. I was going through some of my school papers. Vince was next to me with a hand on my shoulder. His other hand stroking his monster cock. It was darker then the rest of his body and very veiny, like a throbbing spiderweb all up and down his shaft. His balls were equally impressive. Low hanging and large like two plums dangling. That explains how he can cum so much. He was shameless and insatiable. “So when are you gonna let me have a go at that unused ass of yours?” “Not today.” I was more focused on my papers then what he was doing. “One of these days I’ll dump a load up in you.” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re welcome to try.” I say sarcastically. “He he, we’ll see neg boy.” His stroking got faster and he was grunting in my ear. He was about to reach climax. “Can you aim that in a towel or something?” I turned toward him but that’s when he started to cum. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Thick globby ribbons of cum shot out at me. It got on my chin and my chest. Getting all over my tank top. He held my shoulder in place and unloaded all over me. There was so damn much of it and it smelled gross. “Oh jeeze Vince!” I got up covered in his toxic sludge. “It’s your fault for being so cute. Who doesn’t like a cum bath?” “Very funny.” I wandered to the bathroom trying not to let the stuff drip on to the floor. I was going to shower anyway but this was definitely an incentive. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chin and neck had a lot of it and it slowly ran down my chest. I scooped up some of the stuff and looked at it in my hand. ‘How can he cum so much all the time?’ I was a little envious of his virility. For a moment I thought about what it would taste like and brought it up to my mouth, but it’s smell was rancid and I seriously doubt I could handle swallowing any of it. I took off my tank and boxers and showered up. The last of the whitish yellow paste sinking it’s way down the drain. I hoped that stuff wouldn’t clog the pipes. When I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Vince was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and his semi hard dick resting on his stomach. I walked past him to get to my room and change but he grabbed my arm. “Come sit and relax. I brought your mug here.” My coffee mug was between his feet. His toes rubbing against the rim. “I gotta get dressed.” He grabbed my towel and ripped it off. “You can get dressed later, I could use some eye candy. How’s your ass by the way? Hope my thing here didn’t hurt you too bad.” “It’s fine Vince. You didn’t penetrate despite your goofing around.” “Come let me see.” Vince pulled me in front of him and spun me around. Ass facing toward him. “Come on dude. Haven’t you messed with me enough this morning?” He spread my ass revealing my hole. “My that’s a beautiful ass. Milky white with a subtle shade of rosey pink on your pucker.” Then I felt a finger on my hole. He was rubbing it around. “What are-“ “Shush, I’m just inspecting you. Gotta admit it’s getting me hard again.” Vince was usually handsy and forward but this was especially blunt for him. He was definitely up to something. Then he stood up still spreading my ass. “I can inspect you better with this.” That’s when he stuck his cock at my puckering hole. Rubbing his tip at it. He then repositioned his hands holding my hips pulling me towards him. “Oh ha ha. Sure, next thing you’ll want to do an internal inspection. Shove it in me why don’t you?” I mock with sarcasm and snark. “Wouldn’t that be fun? But I teased you enough. Go on go get dressed.” As he said that he squatted back down to sit on the couch his hands still on my hips. The movement threw me off balance and I ended up slipping. I threw my hands back to catch myself on the couch but my ass already went down into Vinces lap. As I went down my ass ended up slamming on Vinces cock, and it forcefully plunged up into my ass. My hands caught part of my fall which stopped me from getting fully skewered on it, but quite a bit of it already went up inside me. “Aaah! Fuck fuck! Shit! That fucking hurts!” The pain of the intrusion made my body lock up. I couldn’t move. “Oooh! Oh my… It’s in you Mark. I wasn’t planning on fucking an ass this early in the morning but this is quite a pleasant surprise. Your insides are so tight and hot. Looks like you got the first 5 inches in there. About 9 more inches left to go. “Fuck Vince! We can’t do this! And you’re way too damn big. Ah it hurts.” “Then maybe we should exercise those guts of yours.“ Vince then started to move his hips up and down, he was starting to fuck me as I was squatting over it. “There we go let’s get a couple more inches in you.” “Ah! No Vince. I need to get it out.“ I started to move my ass up inching his cock out of me. But then Vince put his hands on my thighs and was pulling me back down. “Just for a little bit Mark. You feel so good, just let me blow off one load in you.“ “Come on Vince! Please there’s no way I could handle you, plus you’re poz!“ “Oh fine.“ Vince let go of my thighs and stopped his thrusting. I slowly raised my ass up and got him out of me. “Perhaps I should inspect your ass again? Make sure I didn’t do any damage inside you?“ “Oh you did plenty of ‘inspecting’ as is. I’m getting dressed.“ I sorely hobbled to my room, my ass on fire from Vince’s monster cock. I only had less than half of it’s length in me but just that much was torturous enough as it was. He would normally pull pranks every now and again, but this went way too far. It was the first time I had a cock in me in years. Sitting on a long 14 incher is definitely not some thing you should do when you’ve been out of practice, especially a 14 inch poz cock. When I was in my room I rubbed some ointment on my ass to make it feel better. When the soreness was subsiding a bit I was able to enjoy my fingers on my ass. I stuck a couple in feeling around. Trying to put the fact that it was an old trolls poz cock out of my mind, there was some degree of eroticism of a cock going inside me. Even if the circumstances were far from ideal. I laid on my bed fingering myself while stroking my own 6 inch uncut cock. It wasn’t an impressive length, but it wasn’t small either. It was average but it got the job done. As I was beating my own meat and fingering my ass I was trying to imagine that monster cock going back up inside me omitting who it belonged to. I may be cautious and responsible but I was still a red blooded man. Eventually I managed to reach orgasm and shoot my own load on my chest. Rather than go out for another shower I just scooped it up and licked it off my fingers. Now I could finally get dressed. The rest of the morning went without incident. I went to class and focused on the lectures. My ass still had a dull soreness to it courtesy of Vince. I’ll bet he’s at home jacking off to the events of earlier today. Oh who am I kidding, he’s definitely destroying another recon rando’s ass. Probably leaving cum piles for me to find. I got home in the evening. I had a bunch of assignments I needed to get to work on, but I was tired and didn’t feel like it. They could wait till a little later. When I entered the apartment Vince was seriously fucking a young twink, slamming into him balls deep. The twink was partly moaning, partly screaming with Vince’s hands covering his mouth. Muffling the sounds. It looked like the guy was loving and hating it all at the same time. ‘Damn, bravo taking all that little dude’ I thought. “Welcome home Mark. Don’t mind me just infecting this little bottom slut. If your ass has recovered then get in line. I’ll breed you up after this one.“ “No thanks. It was a long day for me. I just want to fix a drink and relax. You have your fun.” Vince continued demolishing the young guy in the living room while I was going about my business. Got to admit it was a little annoying hearing Vince talk like that about me in front of a stranger. I don’t want a bunch of randos getting the impression that I am taking his loads too. Gossip amongst gays tends to get around. I watched Vince fuck the living daylights out of the guy, watching his huge member go in and out of the slender ass. It was kinda hot in its own way. Vince looked at me and winked. I put together a whisky soda and set my bag in my room. I heard Vince grunt and yell in the other room. Yup he’s dumped another load. When I came out he was sending the limping guy on his way. I enjoyed my drink and he was on the couch dick slumped over his thigh, still wet with juices. “How was your day? Learn anything good?” “It was fine. Just a lot going on. Several essays due soon and I just don’t have the energy for it.” “You need to unwind. Why don’t you sit and watch the news with me?” I chugged half my drink and plopped down on the sofa next to Vince. He was still naked but nothing new. It was still a bit of a shocking sight to see a massive piece of meat on such a thin man. “How’s your ass? Better by now I hope.” “It’s fine. It hurt for a while after but I’m recovered.” “Good. How did you like the first taste of my meat?” “It wasn’t pleasant. It went in too hard too fast.” “Aw that’s a shame. You should try getting more used to it.” “I’m plenty used to seeing it swinging around the place as is. I don’t need it inside me again.” “Your loss. The last boy was able to take it balls deep.” “I’m surprised he’s still alive. You sure you didn’t rupture just guts?” “Oh he was a total slut. His ass was plenty stretched and able to take it. You just need practice.” “We’ll I’m very out of practice.” “Mine is always here for you to take for a ride whenever you want it.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” I say with more sarcasm. We sat there for a while. Nothing particularly interesting was on so I was half paying attention to it. Vince had his feet on the coffee table and was leaning back on the sofa. His cock was soft but it was still huge even at rest. I could probably wrap it twice around my wrist. There was a bit of post cum leaking out of it and sticking to his leg. It was chunky like always. I thought to myself, ‘damn that twink boy has and entire sack load of that stuff clogged up in him.’ My drink was empty and I was feeling a little buzzed from it. Nothing crazy though. We exchanged a bit of small talk here and there. The tv played dull programs. At some point Vince started playing with his cock again and started stroking it hard. It was bound to happen. And he’ll most likely blow all over his chest and lick it up. Vince put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it as he stroked his long monster cock. “Hey mark what was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” “Um. Maybe a 7 incher? I haven’t had many. Too busy with school. But that should wind down after this semester.” “Hmf, mines much bigger then that. By the time you get more free time you probably want to catch up on all that college dick running around.” “Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think about it.” “Well there are plenty of guys out there that are bigger then 7. You may have trouble taking them.” “Yeah, I’m just not used to getting fucked much.” We sat in silence for another minute. “If you want to train your ass to take bigger cock you can sit on mine. It’ll stretch you out nice and deep.” “You really want to fuck me don’t you?” “Naturally! A handsome young man like you drives me wild. It’s your fault I have to jack off all the time.” “And I’m sure you’d love to poz me up too.” “He he. Well that comes with the territory.” “No thanks Vince.” Vince played with his cock for another half hour or so. Not working towards a cumshot but just keeping it hard. Thinking about my lack of sex life and the prospect of being able to throw myself out in the dating pool soon was giving me the urge too. “Looks like someone is getting horny.” Vince was calling attention to the hard on in my pants. He grabbed it and started stroking it through my jeans. “You should get your clothes off and blow a load.” “I’m going to the bathroom.” I got up. Vince’s hand leaving my crotch. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I was horny and needed to shoot off. I was stroking it with my balls resting on the sink countertop. I started fingering my ass. My hole was tight around my fingers. I thought about getting fucked by some guys in class that I liked. My thoughts went all over the place and at one point they went back to the morning when I fell on Vince’s cock. Since his was the last cock I had inside me recently the memory was more visceral than picturing dudes I’ve never hooked up with. Sure there was no way I wanted to get fucked by him in real life but there was no harm in imagining it. I tried fingering myself as deep as I could. I went all the way up to my knuckles. It felt good and I wanted more. But I couldn’t push in any further. Then there was a knock on the door. “Mark, you done in there? I need to piss.” Shit, I haven’t reached there yet but I guess I could continue this later. “Yeah I’ll be right out.” I opened the door to leave and Vince’s cock slapped me as we passed by. I went to my bedroom and went through my drawers, pulling out my dildo. I got on the bed and slathered it in lube. I pressed it up against my ass trying to slide it in. It took a little bit of finesse but I managed to get it in there. It wasn’t a very big dildo. About 8 inches but by the time I got to the 7 inch mark my insides were struggling to accommodate it. I thrusted the toy in an out of me for a while trying to get myself more accommodated to it. It felt good and I was pumping my cock at the same time. I wanted to feel all of it inside me so I tried pushing it in deeper. It hurt and I was struggling. Eventually I had to give up on it. It was kind of frustrating, but I would definitely need more practice with it. I took it out and cleaned it up with some baby wipes and put it back in my drawer. I threw on Some boxers and return to the living room. Vince was either still in the bathroom or in his room. I stretched out on the couch facedown on a couch pillow watching the TV. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. I didn’t dream of anything visual, but I did dream of a strange sensation on my body. It was like something was crawling on me. Whatever it was the crawling sensation centered around my ass and I could feel it going inside of me. The sensation turned into a pumping motion. I felt like my guts were getting churned around like butter. My whole body was shaking. I heard sounds like grunting and gasping as my ass was getting rocked up and down. It felt good. It was becoming one of those erotic dreams. The pumping sensation in my ass felt amazing. Then the rocking motions quickened and my ass was starting to feel pain. Whatever it was it was sinking deeper and deeper into my guts. I started waking up. My eyes opening, the slamming sensation inside of me was still happening and it was much more intense than when I was dreaming. I looked forward and saw my hands were on the armrest of the couch and two pale skeletal hands were gripping my wrists. The raspy voice of an older man was grunting in my ear and my ass was in pain from the sensation of a cock going in an out of me roughly. “What the hell?! Vince?!” Vince was on top of me. My underwear were gone and he was going to town fucking my ass. Vince’s cock was inside me! “Ugh…don’t mind me Mark… uf- ugh- ah! Just gonna -ah fuck yeah- empty my poz balls in you… uf ooh ah oh yeah.” “Ah fuck, Vince no! Ah, ugh…Take it out! Ugh..mmh…This prank is too far!” Vince continued to fuck me for a few more seconds then stopped. I don’t know how much of his cock was inside me. It felt like a lot. His hips were still raised not making contact with me so there must’ve still been plenty of his cock outside of me but it was still more than I could handle. He then slowly pulled it out and let go of my arms. We repositioned on the couch. Vince laying back with his feet up on the table smirking at me. I stood up and stuck my fingers in my ass, it was sore but as far as I could tell I wasn’t torn up. “Can you blame me Mark? Your ass was up in the air like an invitation. It was practically begging for me to go inside. Truth be told I was planning on jacking off and blowing a load all over your crack and see your reaction when you woke up but you were very slick down there. You were pre-lubed and pre-fucked already. I assumed you wanted me to dive in.“ “No Vince! I was just playing with myself earlier. I wasn’t inviting you to sleep fuck me.” “Oh then my mistake. Sorry about that.“ Vince giggled. His massive cock was still rockhard with veins all over. The top part of his cock was shiny from where my ass lube covered it. “You didn’t cum in me did you?“ I was still fingering myself trying to feel for any sign of Vince’s notorious thick dick paste. So far I couldn’t feel anything up there. “Nah, I was about to though. Like I said I thought you were giving me an invitation.“ “… how much of your cock did you get in?” If Vince had gone balls deep in me then there’s no way I’d be able to reach deep enough to feel for any cum up in there. He would’ve shot his rancid cheese curds too deep inside me for me to notice. “About 8 or 9 inches. Your ass did a better job swallowing me this time than last.” Was it really 9 inches inside? That would’ve been the most cock I’ve ever had up inside me. And he still would’ve had 5 more inches to go. But damn. I had never managed to get that much of my dildo inside me. Vince actually managed to stretch my insides a bit? I paced around the room a little bit and then exhaled deeply. I sat down on the couch next to Vince letting my sloppy ass juices stain the cushion. Not that it would matter. There are plenty other stains on it from Vince and his hook ups. “OK man. I know you like to tease me and pull pranks every now and then but that was way too much. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I wanted to get fucked but that’s not the case. So no more OK?“ “Fine by me. I’ll score your ass another way.“ “Unlikely.“ We sat there together for a moment absorbing the situation. Vince looked smug while playing with his cock. “Your ass felt incredible by the way Mark.“ “Oh uh, thanks I guess.” “Yeah it felt like it belonged in there. I only wish I could’ve sunk deeper in you.“ “Well you did manage to get deeper than I’ve ever experienced.“ Then Vince’s face lit up. Like he had some sort of devilish idea. “When you go to bed tonight I might just sneak into your room and finish the job.“ “Vince no, I would rather you didn’t do that please. Boundaries man.” “OK then how about this. Let’s make a bet. If you win the bet I will stop trying to fuck you. No more dick slapping pranks, no more of my cum on the floor. If I win… well you have to do what I say for a day.“ “What would we be doing?“ I admit this bet sounded very attractive over the prospects of Vince stopping his usual pet peeves around the place. But the ‘do what I say for a day’ part sounded like it would open up a whole can of worms that I wouldn’t be prepared for. “It’s simple. I sit here with my cock pointing straight up in the air. You come on over and squat down on it. If you can fit all of my length up inside you and get your ass to touch my balls you win. If you can’t fit my full length inside you balls deep I win.“ “No way! I’m not letting you fuck me Vince!” “No one said anything about fucking. I’ll sit here still and watch you go to work. I won’t thrust my hips up in you. I’ll sit here patiently while you slide down on it. And once you touch my balls that’s it. You get up and I never hunt for your ass again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Fit all of him up inside me? That’s impossible! I can’t fit all 14 inches of him. I know there are plenty of slutty guys out there who can, but I’m nowhere near that experienced. But it would be nice if I could give my living situation to some sort of normalcy. But if I cant, and in my case it seems more likely towards cant, what would Vince have me do? I know he’s wanted to fuck me for a while. He’s already sampled my ass twice. But if I have to do what he says then that may include accepting raw poz cum loads. I thought about it for a while. Vince could see the gears turning in my head. “Seems like you’re not outright turning it down. That’s a new one for you.” “I’m thinking.” I contemplated the stakes and what I was physically capable of. I looked and Vince’s cock. It’s was hard and long. His plum balls were bulbous but sagged away from his shaft. My ass was still hurting from just 9 inches of it. But a real cock might be a bit more malleable then a dildo. “How much time would I have?” “As long as you like. You can ride it all night if you like.” “What exactly would you have me do if I can’t do it?” “Nothing too crazy. Chores around the flat. Tending to my needs. You’re a strong young man. Your ass should be quite durable.” I thought about it more, but the stakes seemed too high for me, at least for now. “Could I do a trial run? I’m just really not sure I could take it.” “Absolutely! You can ride my cock as many times as you like. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” “Well I’m not really going to ride it. Just see how much I can fit.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Vince spat on his cock and was stroking it more. It looked aggressive pointing straight up. I walked over to it and stood up on the couch on my knees hovering over him. Even though I was upright his cock could still touch my ass. Holy shit am I really doing this? I grabbed his cock and stuck the tip at my hole then lowered down a bit. It went in with a squishing sound. Vince leaned his head back and sighed. “Ahhh that’s good Mark. Your ass is perfect.” I continued to lower myself. Inch after inch it slid up in me and by the time I got to the halfway point I was starting to struggle. My face winced and I forced it in deeper, one, two more inches. I felt like I was at my limit. Probably the same depth Vince achieved when I was asleep. It felt like a steal pipe inside. It wasn’t giving any sign of relaxing. “What’s wrong Mark? Having trouble?” “I don’t think I can get anymore in.” I strained my words. “Bounce your ass up and down. Work my shaft up in you.” I started to move up and then back down. First slowly then at a more moderate pace. I didn’t want to admit it but it felt damn good to have his cock in me. Vince’s mouth was hanging open with his eyes closed. He was rubbing his nipples. I guess he was enjoying himself too. “Ah yes! Good Mark! Ah fuck. Yeah keep that up. Just like that.” I wasn’t sure how much was in me but it started to feel like I was getting more in. The bouncing was helping. I reached down to grab the base of his cock. There were still quite a lot left but I must have had at least 10 inches up inside me. The more I got in the more I struggled to accommodate his length. I was starting to work up quite the sweat. In all that time I felt like I only got one more inch inside me. My guts where his cock head were located hurt. Sure there was some pleasure out of it but the pain ratio was rising the longer I was at it. “Vince… how far am I?” “You’re doing good. Oof, 10 and a half all up in you.” That was all? My efforts weren’t enough? I already felt like I couldn’t go any further and there were still a few inches left. I kept bouncing my ass up and down his cock but my legs felt weak and my insides hurt. I had to call it. “Vince… I can’t take anymore. I gotta get up.” I raised my hips but then Vince grabbed my waist and held me in place. “Don’t move! Ah fuck, Mark don’t move!” “What’s wrong?” “I’m gonna cum! Fuck if you move anymore even a little it’s gonna blast.” “I need to get off!” “I wouldn’t if I were you! It’s on a hair trigger. My balls are primed and ready. Just wait a bit for me to calm down.” I held still for a moment waiting for Vince’s cock to ease up its deadly orgasm but my legs were having trouble supporting me. I wanted to get up and away but I wasn’t sure if his cock was still on the edge. “Vince, can I move yet? It’s getting hard to keep crouching like this.” Vince was staring at his cock. His hands still gripping my waist. “Not yet. You’re so handsome and I’ve been edging so much it’s hard to keep my balls under control.” “But I can’t stay like this.” “I know what will do the trick. Can you move your leg up and plant your foot on my chest?” “Wouldn’t that be too much movement?” “Do it slowly. Bring your foot up here” He patted just below his neckline. Slowly I got my right knee up. I was carful not to move my ass too much. I balanced best I could as I brought my foot on top of Vince’s chest. “How is this helping?” “It’ll help me plenty.” Vince then grabbed my foot and brought it up to his face. He started licking my sole, running his tongue up and down moaning the whole time. It felt weird having someone lick my foot. I knew Vince was into it but I never tried it. He moved to my toes and was sucking them. It was an odd sight for me. One knee on the couch, ass squatting over his cock, my other foot in his mouth. It was embarrassing but I was getting excited. My cock was getting hard from my toes getting sucked on. I guess that was something I didn’t know I was into. But didn’t want to tell him that. “Oh Mark.” Vince moaned while sucking on my toes. Then his hips started moving. Vince’s other hand pushed down on my kneeling leg forcing my ass down on his cock more. Then he started grunting while licking between my toes “Agh fuck! Cuming! Fuck I’m cuming” “Vince no!” I paniced and tried to get up, but Vince met with my movement and brought his hips up and slammed his cock up in me. “Ah fuck Vince!” “Ah fuck Mark! There it is! Fuck!” Then I felt it. A warm spreading feeling deep inside me. He was cuming, Vince was unloading his thick rancid cum in me. “Oh shit no!” “Oh yeah. Ahhh, that’s good. Such a warm ass…” Once he was done unloading he put his hands behind his head looking at me smug. I was still squatting on his cock, a full bloating feeling inside me that came from him. I was in shock at what he did. Slowly I started to inch my way up his shaft. “That’s it. Take your time.” He watched as his monster cock slowly exited my ass. The head of his dick came out of me with a wet pop. I got on the floor laying on my back. It hurt too much to sit down. I took a moment to process what happened. I took poz cum. Vince actually got me. The bloated feeling in me must have been a giant load of cum, I could feel it working it’s way through me. I fingered my sore hole to see if any of the stuff was there. When I did u small spurt of water got on my hand. I brought it up to my face out of curiosity and I could smell it. It was piss. “Vince did you-“ “Yup I pissed in you. I didn’t actually cum. Had you going for a second.” He was laughing like he pulled off a brilliant prank. I didn’t have poz cum in me? “Oh shit! I’ve never been so relieved to have been pissed in!……… also, ew! Why would you piss in me?” “Would you have preferred it be my cum?” “No!” “Then making you my toilet boy it is. Also good job on my cock. There were only a couple inches left.” I got up to go to the bathroom and evacuate Vince’s ‘golden donation’. My insides ached. I can’t believe I rode his cock. I’m usually so careful, and I may have dodged a bullet this time but still. That whole time he was messing with me. I heard Vince shout a bit and when I got out of the bathroom he was there to meet me holding his hand up. It was filled with his thick globby cum. “Here, you’ve had my piss up your ass. Why don’t you eat my cum?” It smelled strong and there was a lot of it. I just gently moved his hand away from me. “Your loss.” He licked it up himself. Sucking his fingers. I slowly walked to my bedroom. It hurt to even walk. I laid flat on the bed with my ass facing up. I didn’t want to put pressure on it. Even after all that I was surprised that I fit so much of it in me. He said there were only a couple inches left. So I fit 12 inches of cock in me? Damn that’s a lot for me. Regardless, events today went way out of control. I was starting to think Vince might be more of a difficult roommate then I thought.

"Let me slip it in, just a little. You've got such a cute ass, I need to feel your hole grab the head of my dick. Don't worry, I won't fuck you, I won't cum in you, just let me slip the head of my dick in a little." That's what Tom said right before he fucked me for the first time and filled my HIV negative guts full of his virus laden semen. He'd moved across the hall from me a few months before and I'd introduced myself and asked him over for a beer. He accepted and promised to reciprocate when he was settled. It was obvious he was gay, a big, butch black man given to wearing leather with tight white tshirts and equally tight, carefully worn 501s. I'd never been interested in men in the slightest, but I found myself attracted to him. He was ruggedly handsome, very fit and moved like an athlete. I couldn't help but notice the very large bulge in his crotch. Was it true what they said about black men? One night a week or so after he moved in I came in late and drunk from the bars and took a while unlocking my door. I could hear what was clearly the sound of Tom having sex through his door. His deep voice was growling urgently, another male voice whined and begged. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but hearing them made my dick hard. My bedroom was next to Tom's so I opened the window and collapsed on the bed, pants down, my hand slowly stroking my cock. I could hear better and made out occasional words and phrases, like 'fuck me' and 'breed you' and something that might have been 'knock', something or other. I listened intently, stroking my dick, imagining Tom was fucking me, and also wondering what would it be like to have sex with a man. With Tom? I shot my load as I heard Tom bellow, obviously cumming in the guy he was fucking. I licked up my load, wishing it was Tom's cum I was eating. The next morning I remembered what I'd done and tried to feel disgusted at being aroused by a man. Why did my dick stiffen when I thought of Tom's cock filling a man's ass with cum, filling my ass with cum? In any event, a couple of days later I answered a knock on my door and found Tom standing there. He was wearing a wife beater and cutoff 501s. His nipples had large rings in them and the bulge in the shorts was very large. My dick started to swell. "Come over for a beer, a new batch of homebrew is ready." I followed him in to his place and took a beer, he waved to the living room with the invitation "Have a seat." I did my best to sit so my excitement was not obvious, but Tom noticed. We made small talk and the beer went fast, it was good. He stood up and smiled at me, then slipped off his shirt, saying "It's hot in here. Do you mind?" I shook my head dumbly as he dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, then went to the kitchen saying "Time for more beer. Strip if you like, Mike. It's too hot for clothing." As he walked into the kitchen I couldn't help looking at his body, thinking to myself that he looked good. My dick stirred: I was more than a little aroused. I never been at all interested in men, but...he looked good. Tom came back with two bottles and towel. I looked at him and couldn't help staring at his cock. He was huge, completely flaccid he was longer and thicker than me hard, it swung back and forth heavily as he walked. His balls were equally large and hung low. There was a tattoo of the universal symbol for biohazard on his abdomen just to left of his cock. My dick stirred more, I was getting an erection. I blushed, Tom couldn't help notice it through my thin shorts. He looked at my crotch and smiled suggesting "Lose the shorts, Mike. You'll be more comfortable." I was startled to realize it was command, not a suggestion. My dick was fully erect. I slipped off the shorts. Tom smiled broadly as he saw my hard dick, which was oozing precum. I looked at his cock: it was stirring, growing. Thinking this encounter was going in a direction that made me uneasy, I considered leaving, but I didn't want to leave. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I was more excited than I had been in a long time. Tom smiled sat me and moved in his chair, I saw his cock stirring, thickening, the pink head just peeking through the foreskin was wet with precum. I couldn't help it, my mouth watered and I licked my lips. Tom beckoned to me, pointing at his cock, commanding "Come over here, Mike. I know you want to." I went and sat beside him, mesmerized by his rapidly growing dick, wondering what would it be like to touch it. As if he read my mind, Tom said "You can touch it if you like, Mike, it won't bite. Go ahead. I can see you want to." The truth was, I did want to touch his cock. It was fascinating. Only partially erect, his long thick, very dark black cock was much was larger than my hard cock. His foreskin hung long over the tip, precum oozed out. My mouth watered as I wondered what would it be like to suck it. Tom reached down and took my dick in his hand, stroking slowly. I moaned and almost shot my load. He laughed softly. He was seducing me. He twirled his finger around the head, smearing precum over it, and then removed his hand. My cock was hard and throbbing. Tom's hand had felt so good stroking it, and I had come very close to shooting my load, but he had stopped and in so doing, had frustrated me. I wished he hadn't. I wanted him to make me cum. I would return the favor: I wouldn't stop. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, marveling at my first feel of another man's penis. I felt him stiffen and stir in my hand, growing. The pink head peeked through the foreskin more, precum flowing. I stroked the head and loved the slippery feel of precum. Tom slipped his fingers in my mouth, I licked and tasted my precum. I wanted to taste his, I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I slid my hand up his hardening shaft, then down, pulling the foreskin back from the head. The head of Tom's cock was large, pink, wet. My mouth watered. I lowered my head for a better look. Tom sighed and whispered to me "Go ahead, Mike, you know you want to, you know you will. Suck my cock. Mike, suck me and make me cum in your mouth. Suck me off." My heart pounded as I looked as the fully erect cock. He was fully erect, had to be almost ten inches long, I hadn't known real cocks got that big, and he was thick. Tom took my head in his hands and pushed my mouth down to his cock, rubbing the head on my lips. My heart threatened to burst out of my chest as Tom whispered "Suck it, Mike, suck my dick!" I opened my mouth and he pushed in, sliding past my lips, rubbing the roof of my mouth, butting the back of my mouth. Tom grunted and pushed harder, the head of his cock slid down my throat. I couldn't believe I had a dick in my mouth. I loved it. He stopped with almost five inches of thick, hard cock in my throat. I was very surprised there was no gag reflex, Tom told me later that if a cock is long enough to put at least a couple of inches in the throat, it bypassed the reflex. "That's good, bitch, that's good. I knew you were a queer when I first laid eyes on you, knew I was going to fuck your pretty mouth and make you my bitch. Take it, white boy. Suck my black dick, white boy!" Tom fucked his cock in and out of my throat, using me like a fuck toy. I loved it, loved a larger, older black man using me, making me his bitch. Was he going to want to fuck my ass? I wouldn't do that, it was too risky. I wanted to. My dick exploded, squirting cum all over Toms' leg. He moaned and pulled his dick out of my throat and rubbed the head on the roof of my mouth. I felt spurt after spurt of creamy, tangy, sour semen jet out, filling my mouth and leaking out my lips. I gulped eagerly, loving that a black man had fucked my mouth and was cumming in me. I wanted him to cum in my ass. I sucked and swallowed, moaning, nursing all the cum out of his cock I could get. Tom fondled the back of my head while I sucked him and sighed "That was very good, Mike. You're a good cocksucker. I'm going to teach you the ways of man on man sex, I'll show you a world you never really knew existed, you'll love it. "Don't worry about being queer, lots of men like women and have sex with men. You will too." Tom shooed me away after a few minutes, saying he had a trick coming, that we'd do this again. That excited me, I knew I was his trick now, I hoped he wanted me soon. I was a cocksucker now and I loved it. Tom had me suck him off several times a week, sometimes there would be other guys there and Tom would tell me to service them. I did so gladly, eager to feel men cum in my mouth. One night after sucking Tom off I thought about the biohazard tattoo, I knew it meant something, but I couldn't remember what. I googled it and gaped at the results. Tom was HIV positive! I had been swallowing poz cum for weeks and he hadn't told me. It didn't take much research to find out it was almost impossible to get infected by sucking poz dick, even if the bottom swallowed cum. I also found that if Tom was on meds and his viral load was undetectable he couldn't infect anyone. I was pissed that Tom hadn't told me he was poz before he had sex with me. Then I became aware of something else: I was seriously aroused knowing I'd had a poz cock and cum in my mouth. I looked at pics of guys with the tattoos and stroked my dick imagining they were fucking me, that I was getting poz cocks and poz cum in my ass. Then I found breedingzone.com. I was amazed to find men that eagerly sought out HIV infection and others who looked for men to infect. It was obviously sick, but my dick was rigid and throbbing as I looked at the site. I especially liked the section for bugchasing 'fiction', especially stories where a neg bottom got infected, intentionally or other wise. I read several stories about poz tops 'stealth pozzing' neg bottoms, intentionally infecting unsuspecting bottoms. Is that what Tom was doing with me, grooming me as his bitch to take his infection? I wondered if he was on meds and what his viral load was. If it was undetectable he couldn't infect me, but if his VL was high....? I stroked my dick as I looked at a hot pic of a black top with a biohazard tattoo fucking a white man, bareback of course, and wished it was me. I wanted Tom to fill my neg ass with his poz cum, I wanted him to poz me. My dick exploded as I said to myself, 'poz me, knock me up, infect me with HIV!' Did I really want Tom to infect me? I decided not to say anything to Tom about him being poz, I would take whatever he wanted to give me. A week later I was hanging out at Tom's, we were drinking beer, both of us were naked and I had an idea that things were going to go further. I'd sucked him off when I first came over, he'd jerked me off and fed me my cum. I was idly playing with his cock, I loved the feel of it and hoped he'd let me blow him again. He was hard and oozing slightly, I lowered my head and opened my mouth. But Tom had another idea. He rolled me over on my side and snuggled up to me, pressing his body against mine. His cock moved slightly in the crack of my ass, I knew what was coming and moaned as the head of his dick nuzzled my ass and smeared precum on my hole. Now that the time was here I was scared. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't want to get infected. He pushed in slightly, I pushed back, shook myself and pulled away. "Don't fuck me raw, use a condom, please!" "Don't use rubbers. Don't worry, it'll be okay. Just let me slip in a little, I want to feel your tight hole around the head of my cock, just a little." "No, please, no, you'll fuck me and cum in me. I don't want to get infected." "I know you want it, you'll love my big nigger dick in you, you'll beg for it. "You're my bitch, Mike, just let me slip it in a little, you'll love it, you'll beg for all of it." I moaned and squirmed, pushing my hole into his cock, I wanted him to fuck me, but I was afraid. Getting his poz cum in my mouth was one thing, in my ass was too risky. I didn't know if he was on meds or not. "Just a little, I won't cum in you." He pushed in a couple of inches and pulled out, then in again, deeper. I moaned helplessly, needing to get fucked. It felt better than I could have imagined. Tom stroked in and out deeper and deeper, until the head of his dick pushed against my first internal sphincter. I whimpered, it felt so good, why didn't he just fuck me, just take me and fuck me? "Please, please fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, breed me, knock me up, please knock me up!" That was the first time I'd admitted to myself I wanted poz cum in me. I'd been having fantasies of getting pozzed since I'd found the bugchasing underground. He chuckled and started stroking in and out slowly, fucking me deeper and deeper, he hit the sphincter, paused and pushed slowly, I whined as ten inches of black dick went where nothing but shit had ever been before. Tom was going to fuck me, I was going to get semen from an HIV positive man in my ass, I was going to get HIV virus in my ass! If he was undetectable, it would be okay. It was hot thinking there was a chance he was infecting me. I wanted it. That woke me up, an HIV positive cock was fucking me and was about to cum in my ass! I didn't want to get infected, getting fucked felt good, but wasn't worth infection. I struggled and tried to get away. Tom growled in my ear and stroked his cock deep into me. It felt like the head of his cock was about to enter my throat, from the bottom. "Too late, bitch! Too late, you're getting what you want, Here it comes, bitch, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch, knocking you up, bitch, take my bug, yeah, fuck, bitch, take my fucking bug, gonna infect you good, infecting you good!" I felt his cock swell and pulse and a warm feeling filled my guts and jet after jet of virus laden semen erupted from his cock and filled me. Tom moaned and moved in me, fucking virus deeper and deeper in me. My dick erupted, pushed over the cliff by knowing I getting virus in my ass, that I could get infected. Tom had to have ripped me open a little when he fucked me with that huge cock and that HIV virus could already be in my blood. Had Tom had just infected me with HIV? He kissed me on the neck as he slowly pulled his softening dick out of me. I whimpered at the empty feeling, getting fucked had felt so good. "Don't worry about getting infected, Mike, it's only a matter of time before a pussyboy like you gets the bug, it might as well be now. I'm going to keep fucking my virus into you until I do infect you. When you're poz you'll be free, you'll thank me." I was Tom's bitch, I would do anything he told me to do.

Surprised at the preference for looser holes. Fuck I love wicked tight boys. Feels amazing on my cock and love to slowly work their holes open and keep them on the edge of struggle until they finally loosen up enough to take me to the hilt well. Feels, sounds, and looks soooo hot 😉 happy to open tight holes up for tops that need/want looser 😉

LINCOLN PARK FUCK It was a rare day with no fog, and temperatures in the high 70’s, a perfect day to work on my tan, and maybe get laid. My favorite place to go is Lincoln Park, a small park that has a very secluded clearing that only gay men seem to know about. On a warm sunny day, you see only the briefest attire: small, tight Speedos, tiny thongs, and more than a few men tanning completely naked, even though that isn’t legal. Before I left the house, I was feeling full of confidence, having shot a good strong booty bump deep in my ass, followed by a butt plug to be sure that the booty bump stayed put and got completely absorbed. Next, I hit the glass pipe maybe half a dozen times. Lastly, I pulled on my favorite silicone cock ring. Wearing it always makes my ball sack swell to at least triple its normal size. Besides, it feels great ! After packing everything into a size small Speedo, I grabbed my beach bag which I always kept ready to go, containing sun screen, a couple bottles of water, poppers, a glass pipe, a lighter, lube, and a large beach towel. When I got to the park, I hiked up the short distance to the clearing. At 11:00 there were already 7 or 8 men there in various stages of undress, including one couple that had stripped down completely. After spreading out my beach towel, I pulled off my shorts and tee shirt. As the latest guy to arrive, all the other guys were checking me out. I laid down on my beach towel then rummaged around in my beach bag until I found my lighter and my glass pipe. From previous experience, I knew that there were always a lot of men smoking weed. The booty bump I had administered before I left the house gave me the courage to hit the glass pipe right out there in the open. After 6 or 8 good hits on the glass pipe, I pulled off my small, tight Speedo. The butt plug I was wearing was a clear sign that I was definitely a bottom. By now, I was feeling pretty well spun, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my limp Tina dick, then alternating between stroking my dick and playing with the butt plug, fucking it in and out of my hungry hole. Gradually, more and more men showed up and staked out acceptable places with a good view of all the other men. Soon, an older middle age man entered the clearing. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. I couldn’t help but notice that he was staring at the butt plug I had jammed in my ass. He spread out his beach towel maybe 4 feet from me, and I watched him undress. I didn’t care that he knew I was watching him. It’s all a game, anyway. When he dropped his shorts, it was obvious that he was sporting a very impressive bulge in his Speedo. I knew that it was very common for gay men to “pack” their Speedos to make it look like they were a lot bigger than they actually were. But that wasn’t the case with this guy. Although he was wearing a chrome cock ring to keep him semi hard and showing a good sized bulge, the rest was all him, flopping around as he tugged his Speedo down. All the while, I let him see me working my butt plug in and out of my ass. From the looks of his dick growing longer and thicker, I could see that he was definitely interested. For a while, continued playing with my butt plug, then I pulled it all the way out and threw it into my beach bag. I took a couple hits of poppers, then offered them to him. While he was huffing the poppers, I spread my cheeks with both hands, again and again, showing off my slightly gaping hole. Now I was face down, and he got on top of me. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, and I especially liked feeling his big cock head tickling my butt hole. Both of us were moaning, it felt so hot. Suddenly, he pulled back, spread my cheeks, and buried his face in my ass, and tongue fucked my hole. That was driving me wild, and I was practically begging to have his big donkey dick inside of me. I didn’t have to wait long. He fucked his cock up and down my crack a few times before his rock hard cock found my hole. I gasped as he shoved hard and forced his way into me, balls deep. He hit the poppers then handed them to me. I took continuous hits as he pounded my ass. Feeling his huge cock stretching my hole felt incredible. I was glad I was spun as fuck, so that I could take it. When he was ready to unload, he locked his hands around my throat and he slowly pulled his cock back then rammed it into me, again and again. When he was completely spent, he let go of my throat and rolled off of me, letting me gasp for air. I happened to glance around the clearing and saw that almost every guy there had his camera phone up and had been recording video of the entire scene.

I have since then. Usually he messages me at night once his BF has gone to bed. Meet up in the garage to swap loads. It’s hot as he has his BFs load in him already and I’m churning it deeper into his ass along with mine. He loves it because his BF will have no idea another guy has added his load to him. He’ll breed me too and make me lick his cock clean after. Sunday night he was hanging out in the garage as I was leaving as he had another coming over to breed him so clearly he’s getting a lot of action in the garage.

Got messaged by this skinny kinda trashy pale redheaded dude in his late 20s this morning seeing if I wanted to hook up. I love trashy guys like him and wanted to be chill and not tip my hand at how into him I am. He was pushing really hard for me to host, but I made it clear I couldn't but was cool for car play. He wasn't and finally asked me if doing it in a garage was OK. I asked for details and he admitted he had a partner but didn't feel comfortable having me in the house to fuck, but they have a separate garage and an alley door where I could come in and we could do it in there. It wasn't air conditioned and honestly, with the heat and humidity it sounded like fucking hell. He wanted to give and receive raw and against my better judgement I said, what the fuck. I had to wait until after his BF went to work and did as told, parking my truck on the street and wandering down the alley to the garage that was marked as he described. He was already in there waiting for me and we both stripped down and started kissing. He was exactly as described and he admitted he was so worked up that he wanted to fuck me first then have me fuck him. I was jerking him pretty hard and he had to keep telling me to slow my roll as he was getting close to cumming. Eventually he told me to bend over the hood of a car parked in there. I could feel lube hitting my ass and soon his cock head forcing his way in me, slowly at first, then more aggressively. He'd barely been stroking in me long before he let out a loud groan and I could feel him explode inside my ass. He was apologizing profusely, saying he didn't do this often and got too excited, but I noticed he was still stroking inside me. I said it was OK and he reassured me he had more and kept stroking. I was now more verbal, saying how hot his dick felt in me, how bad I wanted his cum and begging him not to pull out of me. He seemed to really enjoy that and went with it, telling me to beg for his load. I fed into that and soon enough he pumped another load balls deep in me, collapsing on top of me panting. I laughed saying I guessed he needed it and he said what he really needed was for me to fuck him the same way. He slid out of me and bent over the hood and I did a spit and stick as he didn't offer me lube. He let out a massively loud groan and started eagerly telling me to fuck him hard. He was telling me how bad he wanted it, how good my cock felt and not to pull out, telling me to use him. I started calling him a slut and a whore and he was agreeing, telling me he was a cheating whore. I love nothing more than hearing guys are cheating on their BFs, GFs, wives, husbands, or whatever and I went with it, telling him that he probably got bred by lots of guys. He said he did and I said how hot it was that he let random guys breed his ass. He admitted he did and how bad he wanted my load and I pumped it balls deep inside him without stopping my strokes. He begged me not to pull out and said how bad he wanted my seed. I said there was more where that came from and kept stroking. I was wondering how much was true and how much was just talk, but if I was here breeding him raw in a garage and totally random I could only guess he's taken more than a few loads this way. That he hadn't asked my status told me this guy was a pig and just wanted to breed and get bred and so I pumped a second load in him calling him a slut and a whore which he loudly agreed he was. It was my turn to collapse on him and mark him with my sweat as well, licking the sweat off his body and telling him how hot he was. I slid out of him and he dropped to his knees to suck me clean, showing me what a pig he truly is. Once he was satisfied he stood up and again we were kissing deeply and intensely. He thanked me for being understanding about having to do it out in the garage and I admitted it kind of made it hotter and he agreed. I could tell he'd done it before and was tempted to ask, but thought the better of it. I told the truth and said the garage setting made it hotter and he admitted to doing it before in the garage and liked having random guys fucking him that way. And I had my answer. He was a dirty slutty cum pig who liked getting rawdogged by random guys like me. We swapped numbers and he asked if I could come by to fuck in the garage late nights as sometimes he did that too. I said that was cool and was kind of hard again knowing he was slipping out of his home and his BF and letting random dudes breed him raw in the garage. We kissed some more and I got him hard again and he joked I should stop before I got him hard again. I told him to text me again and hoped he would.

i just went from penis to toys and when the pandemic ended I was back in the baths and sex events nd sex resorts with a vengeance getting my fat cock milked and my slack ass stuffed to the max. If anything, the sexual deprivation of the pandemic made me even hungrier when everything did resume.

Had a day off that was sunny and went to T-107 in Seattle. I usually go at lunch and can almost never go in the evening, but I got the chance on a Friday night and took it. I took a lot actually. About five minutes after I arrived, a guy on the trails let me suck him and he asked where I wanted his cum. I told him in my hole and he jammed it in long enough to breed me. Good start! He went on his way and I began the hunt again. Next guy was okay. Thick dick and I needed poppers but realized fast he was partying and was not going to be able to cum. While he was fucking me, an Asian guy came up and started fucking my mouth. After the first guy got soft, I asked the Asian guy if he wanted to fuck me. He asked if I was clean and I said yes (I don't know why guys ask. I'm taking loads in a park and while I do get tested every three months, that's a lot of cum). He plunged in and bred me. I got on Grindr and saw a faceless profile close by that said he was an Asian top in the park. I asked, "Are you the Asian top that just bred me?" He said no and I asked, "Um, would you like to be?" It took a little bit to find each other, but we went to the trails and I got out his gorgeous slim cock and sucked until he was ready to fuck. He asked if I wanted him to cum inside me and I said yes. He blasted in me and it was a big load. It was a perfect combination, small cock, big load, public, and fast. I wandered a bit more and sucked a couple guys who weren't ready to cum yet. Then as I was sucking a daddy with a beautiful small cock, a guy slid into me and started fucking hard. He took a long time and we drew a crowd. A cock sucker in a kilt helped service the crowd while I got bred. I turned my cummy hole on the daddy and started grinding and he shot in less than a minute. I walked over to the cock sucker and jerked off into his hand. He rubbed my cum into his dick as a guy blasted in his mouth. At that point, it was getting late and the mosquitoes were pretty bad and I decided it was a good night. I got in my car, let the loads out and felt my underwear get soaked. I went home and slept in it. Felt amazing.

Watching Guys Fuck In The Theater I went to the theater again. Unfortunately today it didn't look very busy but I had some time so I stopped anyway. After chatting up the busty blonde lady who works the counter a lot I paid for theater entry and walked back, listening to the sound of the video as I went down the long hallway. When I got there and my eyes adjusted I noticed there was only one guy, sitting on one of the back couches. He looked really tweaked out and he was taking hits off a glass pipe. I sat down on the couch next to his and pulled off my shoes and pants and started watching the movie. Nothing too exciting, straight porn, but at least it was an anal video and the guys had nice big dicks. As I was stroking the door opened and another guy came in, he was a gaunt, muscular guy with buzz cut hair and just a hint of a belly. He walked right over and sat down next to the guy who was still hitting his pipe. Obviously they knew each other because they started talking and soon the pipe was replaced in the guys mouth by the big fat dick of the other guy. Once the dick was fully hard he turned the guy around on the couch and pulled a bottle of lube and opened a new bottle of popper from his pocket and a took a few big sniffs and then lubed up his dick and slid one, then two fingers into the guy who's ass was raised. He sank his dick in easily, despite it's large size until his belly was on the guys back then he started to saw in and out. He would stop every now and then to take another hit of poppers and the guy being fucked got his lighter and pipe and was taking hits as he was getting pounded. I just watched, jealous of the dicking that the bottom guy was getting. Feeling emboldened by their display I also turned around on the couch with my ass raised, hoping that the top might want to try my hole out. I wasn't sure they had even noticed I was watching, but it wasn't long before the top pulled out and came over and started feeling up my ass. He applied more lube to his fingers and then slid two into my hole. Finding it already lubed and stretched before I got here, he must have been pleased because I felt him swing a knee over me to one side the couch and then the other knee to the other side, lining his dick up with my crack. He slid into me and started pumping with the same vigor he had been giving the other bottom. Shortly after that the other bottom got up and walked out. I figured he was done for the day, maybe he ran out of crystals for his pipe. The top was really pounding me good, causing me to moan out in time with his grunting. Then the other bottom came back in, with several other guys, he must have gone up to the arcade and brought them back. My little cock was tingling with excitement and I could feel my little balls start to pull up. Without me even touching myself I felt cum start to dribble from my not even fully hard dicklette. My ass was clenching and spasming, and it set off the top. He groaned out "Take my hot load you dirty slut!" as I felt his dick throb and jets of his cum being pumped deep inside. He paused for only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and told me "I hope you enjoy that gift!". The other guys that were lined up then took their turns, each one of them seeding me as they told me things like "Take my charged seed you faggot!" "Yessss, yessss" was about all I could get out between my moans. The first guy that fucked me went around behind the couch and presented me with his dick to clean. I noticed he had a biohazard tattoo on his belly. After I returned him to hardness he went back around behing me, all the other men having taken their turn and this time he slowly fucked me, telling me in my ear how he was going to knock up my ass and how I needed to keep coming back to get more charged loads. I chatted the lady up again on my way out. She gave me the usual smile and told me I looked like I had a good time. She said she wished she could have come back to watch but they were short staffed and she would have to catch the show next time. I knew that wouldn't be long from now.

I can't speak to statistics, but a good buddy (and occasional FB) of mine definitely qualifies as a dominant bottom. He strongly prefers being penetrated (dick or fist) but is definitely a dom silver daddy bear in the BDSM sense.

Chapter 17: Riding Jimmy Our nap was interrupted by Jimmy knocking on the door. Marc opened the door and Jimmy's gym shorts were already tented from his huge cock. As Marc turned around he noticed Marc's plugged ass, and asked how many loads in. I said two and he said let's make it three! Marc backed up and rubbed his ass against Jimmy's raging cock. He could tell that he didn't have his PA in, and simply said breed me. Jimmy dropped his shorts, and bent Marc over the desk. He handed Marc the poppers and said you'll need these bitch. Jimmy knocked the bottle of lube from the desk saving he hoped I had shot huge loads as Marc was gonna need lots of lube to take him. I told him the first was deep in his second ring, but the second was pretty big, and his ass was bleeding some from a rough fuck. I was a bit concerned about Marc taking Jimmy's charged seed, especially as his ass was torn. I wasn't worried that much though as Jimmy said he just recently went on his med break. As such, the meds should likely still be effective and he was U+. Jimmy pulled the plug from Marcs ass and my slightly pink cum oozed from his ass. Jimmy ate his ass, savoring the flavor of my bloodied seed. He then put the head of his cock to Marc's hole and said ready.or not, here it comes. I got my phone out and started to video as I knew Marc would love too see Jimmys cock stretching his hole. Not only was Jimmy ten plus inches, he was truly beer can thick. Fortunately Jimmy took it easy on him, easing just the head in. Marc was wincing in pain, but still managed to tell Jimmy to breed him. Marc got about 8 inches of Jimmy in him when Jimmy said ride my cock like the fucking slut you are. Marc immediately hopped on his cock, and much to my suprise took him to the base. He wasted no time in bouncing up and down furiously on his cock. He slowed down only when he shot a hands free load, which hit not only my phone, but my face. I ended the video by licking his cum from the camera lens, and then focusing on my cum covered face.

Just a brief update. Work has me swamped. But I managed to see my younger Vietnamese vers boy after work yesterday. Sometimes douching can be done fairly quickly, but yesterday it took forever. With douching and a quick shower over with, I heard the doorbell. He had wide grin and so did I. We needed each other's cum badly! Clothes were off in a matter of seconds. I got his hard cock into my mouth, wanting to taste it. And he wanted my ass to taste it as well (hehe). He wanted me on my tummy, and his cock went right in with absolutely no pain. Then he flipped me over on my back with the legs near his ears. He tried new angles, and I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles. It didn't take him long to squirt a 4-day load into my ass. I cleaned off his cock to thank him, He wanted to taste my cummy ass and offered me a taste too. HOT! He knows that I like a cock or a few fingers in my ass. After his cock exploded in my ass, time for me to cum. A few of his fingers in my ass gets me instantly hard. I told him I was close to cumming. My breath was getting shorter as I was feeling the load rise. I thought he'd wrap his lips around my cock. As I was about to cum, he sat on my cock right down to the base. It felt AWESOME to cum in him! Happy Pride, sexpigs!

I'vc never been in a theater like this and thought them a thing of the past. They sound like hot fun. But the first bottom should have shared his pipe.

Using my annul attendance at the Pig Week event in Fort Lauderdale, which is ten days of sex parties, as a yardstick, I have found fisting has increased--a lot. Just i the last 5 years I have gone from a fist or two a day to more fists than cocks in me on a daily basis. At the event's big Wednesday night party just between the 2021 and 2022 events, I saw a marked increase. At that party, I spent a good deal of the night on a low stage on my back, legs up and spread, poppers flowing, while the dance music and light show filled the air as the throng of guys gathered around all of us in that position ( I was not alone on that stage) and used us. I was fisted almost exclusively in 2022 compared to the previous year when it was about half cock half fist. More and more I encounter guys that want to fist me, even if they are breeding me, though some it comes from their reaction to feeling my hole and discovering it's a loose gash; some have just jerked off inside me--best of both worlds, plus I get bred. For me, an ideal session lasts as long as I can go, which can be a pretty long time since i go to a lot of multi-day events, including the 3 times a year Fist Fest in Augusta, GA. Yes there have been changes in my gut, but that's because i fill my hole nearly everyday with my big toys as I train to stretch out more and more and take it deeper and deeper (goal is full arm but only about halfway there with mall to medium hand guys). One of those physical changes besides being so stretched out constantly my anus is a gash instead of a little hole is that I have started to prolapse. For us pig bottoms, getting a prolapse is an "achievement unlocked" type of event. I am working on lengthening mine. Many fisters don't go that far and don't stuff themselves nearly everyday so hey do retain better control when it comes to tightening up. AS for me, I want to be one of the side show freak fist pigs with a footlong prolapse and the ability to take a full arm like it's a 5 inch penis and the ability to take two hands to mid forearm (Currently I can just take 2 to the wrist) with the ease of a single fist. I can get a hand in me in under 60 seconds, which I'm really proud of. Yes it has an emotional impact. Having a guy's hand (and arm) in your guts as as intimate as it gets. When a guy is buried in my hole and leans over to kiss me deep, while I feel his hands working my fuck guts is a huge emotional and physical high for me. We are so connected at that point. To head off the next question, do I worry about incontinence? I don't care about it. I already have to sleep on a towel at multi-day events and I stay pretty gaped at them and for several day after. I am sure that some of my fisting idols who have very long prolapses or the ability to easily take a full arm or even three (yes, three) hands in their hole have to wear diapers part of the time or are like me and hose out everyday. The Pleasure (and bragging right on size nd depth skills) makes the ruin totally worth it.

Not a long story, I was in Hawaii (I dont live there) and found this guy in my hotel on Grindr. I'm pretty sure he was Chinese but he was a foot shorter and 100lbs lighter than me with a 4" cock but I had so much fun just letting him try to destroy me. I slobbered all over it and took it with just spit for lube and it felt really good in missionary while this cute guy made out with me. He asked if he could cum in me in broken english and I just wrapped my legs around him and he had this huge orgasm inside me. 10/10 would do again.

The “straight guy” just hit me up for a “belated daddy’s day fuck! I’m learning to throat that huge cock and when its nice and wet i press my hole to the GH and he plows and breeds me! no holding back! So fucking hot!!

Just took a load from this hot guy on Grindr I’ve been chatting with for awhile, schedules finally lined up. It was well worth the wait. His cock felt amazing, just slid right into multiple hungry cunt. He knew how to use it too. Finally, I got him to cum and felt every surge and spurt as he blew his load inside me.

Chapter 4: Life’s a Beach Shooting continued for the next few days, but with plenty of downtime for everyone in the company to relax and enjoy the sun, the pool, and the sand. Early afternoon was the chosen time to film the scenes, and both Paulo’s pairing with the tiny Irish lad, Ryan, and Laszlo’s sizzling scene with Rod Rammer passed Daniel’s personal hotness-meter test. Ryan turned out to be the kind of bottom who squirmed around, twisting every which way as a top drove into him, and it gave the scene an extra erotic charge as the viewer could easily imagine Paulo’s hard cock bouncing off every side and angle of Ryan’s tunnel in turn. In the scene with Rod and Laszlo, it was a difficult task (Daniel called it a “hard” one) to sort out which of the two successive ass breedings was the hotter one. Rod may have managed to hold off longer, but Laszlo certainly gave full value for money. From the moment when Laszlo went for the big shot inside Rod’s ass until the end of the scene with Rod pumping his load into Laszlo was a good solid 25 minutes of video, and Daniel was sure that the entire action could be used without any cutting of the time sequence. As for Daniel, he’d had a great old time getting to breed Eddie in a hot little mini-scene which Will filmed for them, as well as saving up a couple more huge loads for the big orgy scene. Before they went for that grand finale, the entire crew relaxed for two full days of downtime, with any sex once again forbidden. The boss wanted the biggest collection of giant cumshots ever for the orgy scene, and he’d made his expectations very clear. Every top was to shoot several times inside the hole and then pull out and squirt some more over the backs of their respective bottoms. There was some grumbling from a couple of the novices who’d never worked with Daniel before, but Will and Eddie explained patiently to them that Daniel’s methods, although they might sound a bit savage with so many hot men around, got the results he wanted in no uncertain terms. So everyone spent the two quiet days on lounge chairs or on beach towels, swimming in the pool or the ocean, soaking up the hot Spanish sun, and cracking an endless stream of sexual puns to try to let out their frustration. One thing everyone couldn’t help noticing was that Johannis and Miguel walked out of the hotel practically glued to each other. They pulled two lounge chairs by the pool extra close together, and there they lay, looking at each other, stroking each other periodically, and conversing quietly together as they stared – as far as you could tell through the mirrored sunglasses – deep into each other’s eyes. Daniel was particularly intrigued. He realized that he’d had a sense of something special between the two during the casting meetings, but he had to admit that he’d never expected it to go this far, this quickly. He also noticed that Laszlo was looking, if not jealous, at least a bit put out as he studied them. Daniel wondered idly which of the two might be causing his Hungarian beauty’s case of the hots below the belt and under the collar. Not that the boss was completely idle during this downtime. When preparing an orgy scene, he always wanted to figure out the first pairings ahead of time and arrange a signal for when the camera men should call “time” and have everyone switch. After that, he was content to let the guys wander where they would and play with whom they wished. Now, though, he realized that he was probably going to have to read the riot act to Johannis and Miguel, just so they wouldn’t simply gravitate back to each other and drop out of the larger scene. For now, though, he just wanted to relax. He had his scene plan all worked out in his head, and that was, after all, only a starting point, a kind of first play of the game. He was quite content to lie here in the sun, on a lounge chair, and enjoy the scenery. But that was a problem in itself, since the scenery was itself very distracting. True, he’d seen all these guys naked before, at one time or another, but Daniel still enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and he still found a minimally-clothed man more fascinating than a nude one. All the guys in the company had dressed down into either tiny, short shorts or some form of bikinis or thongs. Miguel’s lovely ass was best shown off by a bright orange thong which allowed his curvy brown buns to pop right out. Paulo’s flame-red speedo had the kind of built-in front pouch which thrusts the hardware forward and up. Laszlo’s tight blue briefs used a back seam to accentuate the crack of his ass, while the front didn’t neglect his perfectly respectable cock. Johannis was wearing blue and white shorts, with the white lying in a slightly curved vertical stripe right up the middle. Ryan’s blazing red hair and pale skin was set off by a shamrock-green brief with side clips, and his hand kept wandering down there to fiddle with the clips suggestively. Steve and Jim had on matching pride-patterned speedos. Daniel glanced down complacently at his own shorts, now bulging enticingly. He taken a pair of standard Hawaiian-patterned board shorts and had them cut down to crotch length, then fitted with angled hems so the bottom edges pointed in a vee right at his package. The tool there was making a decided lump in the front of his shorts, not surprising after he’d been taking such a detailed inventory of his troupe of models. He stood up and dived into the pool, urgently needing to cool himself off a bit. After that swim, Daniel laid back flat on his lounge and let himself drift off into dreamland. He was woken by a hand shaking him, and a voice calling his name. He came back into waking life to find Laszlo leaning over him, one hand on his shoulder, and the crotch of his speedo bulging. Daniel guessed that Laszlo had been staring at him for a few minutes, and perhaps rubbing himself, before he’d finally acted to wake up the boss. “Daniel. Hey, Daniel.” “Umm?” “Sun’s going down and we’re all heading inside to get ready for dinner. Join us?” “Yeah.” He swung his legs around, planted his feet on the ground, and looked up to see all these prime slabs of muscle from his company staring him in the face. Shaking himself fully awake, he stood up, slapped a high five with two or three of his cast, and they headed back into the hotel. Dinner was a friendly, funny meal, with people teasing each other over things that had happened during the last week, both at the awards party and during the filming sessions. As always, for the night before a shoot, Daniel kept himself down to just one glass of wine, and then ran on Perrier for the rest of the evening. Steve and Jim sat with him and got him laughing with Jim’s story of how Steve, as Rod Rammer, had first gotten to know him -- Perrier played a role in that tale too. On Friday, the entire crew and cast assembled in the filming suite. The guys helped each other with little last minute details. No showers were taken. Daniel knew that with this many men, the showers would take up most of the filming day, so everyone had been given strict instructions to shower in their own suites before coming up to the penthouse. Once the men were all in position, Will and Eddie turned on the lights and cameras, and Eddie then called “action.” Johannis and Ryan were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. Paulo was already pushing Miguel’s face downwards towards his bulge. Rod was holding Laszlo close in his arms while he slid his hands downwards to cup those enticing cheeks. Daniel was standing over against the wall, watching Paulo and Miguel and squeezing his own bulge as he watched. The scene heated up rapidly. Johannis quickly pushed Ryan down onto his back on some cushions, coming down on top of him and stroking and licking his body all over. Ryan, in his typical fashion, was already twisting around like a snake under the Icelandic stud and moaning up a storm. Eddie had moved in a circle around Rod and Laszlo, letting his camera watch the two of them playing with each other’s asses. For the viewer, it would be anyone’s guess which of the two was going to fuck and which one would get fucked. There was no guesswork involved in the third pairing. Paulo had both hands clamped onto the back of Miguel’s head and was steadily pumping his erect cock in and out of Miguel’s mouth. It was easy to see that Miguel was finding Paulo’s tool a challenge, but he kept on giving his best shot at deep-throating the Brazilian stud. Now Daniel worked around and got down on the floor, starting to eat at Miguel’s ass while Miguel was busy at the other end. Meanwhile, Johannis had begun eating out Ryan’s ass, and that left Ryan’s mouth free to take a first go at Daniel’s tool, the famous Hawaiian Nine, since he found it conveniently close to his eager mouth. Ryan had gotten that cock entirely into his mouth when Johannis planted his cock against Ryan’s hole and began to push. The cute Irish twink opened up and let him in. Now there were five guys locked together in a chain of fucking, sucking, and ass eating. Soon enough, Paulo got Miguel to turn around and bend over, and Paulo changed places with Daniel, letting Daniel have the cock while he worked his erect tool into Miguel’s tight hole. The scene kept evolving and changing, with almost as many changes of partners as a country square dance. After another half an hour of steady fucking and sucking and rimming, Paulo had moved on to have a go at Laszlo, while Daniel had found Miguel’s cute little ass close at hand and well opened up, so he slid right in and began to pound. Johannis had shifted over to Rod and took a first turn at his ass, while Rod himself had begun fucking Ryan. All of the guys had already cum once and were still rock-hard and winding up to another epic blast-off. This time, Rod was the first one to gasp that he was going to cum. Johannis started to pull out, but Rod reached back and pulled him in deeper, yelling, “No! Pound me, stud!” Johannis responded with a will and that was all that was needed to send Rod Rammer over the edge, his legendary eleven-incher quivering and pulsating as he delivered a healthy blast of his jizz inside Ryan’s fuck tunnel. As soon as Rod’s hole began spasming from the cum shots, Johannis drove harder and faster and fired off inside the famous porn stud. Both men pulled out while they were still cumming, and added several spurts across Ryan’s ass cheeks, which looked good enough to lick. The noisy soundtrack of their orgasms gave Paulo the impetus to drive deeper and harder into Laszlo, who quivered, yelled, “Oh, fuck,” and shot six huge squirts of cum onto his face, chest, and abs as Paulo fired off inside his ass, before pulling out and adding a cream garnish across Laszlo’s sexy body. That left Daniel, who was driving Miguel into a quivering mass of bottom joy, thrusting his thick cock all the way down into the Mexican’s spasming butt over and over. Suddenly, Miguel forced his ass up, and blasted bolts of cum onto the floor under him before collapsing flat on his face. Daniel followed him down, slamming harder and harder until his cock began to jerk. He yanked out, shot some cream across Miguel’s milk-chocolate coloured ass, drove back in and pumped some more cum inside that beautiful hole, and then pulled out again and shot two more jets across his ass before letting the rest slowly drizzle out as he wiped his dick across those brown cheeks. After a few more seconds, Will announced, “Cameras off,” and all seven of them sprawled out on the floor, gasping for air. The action had certainly been intense. Eddie walked over to where Paulo and Laszlo were lying side by side, grinned down at them, and said, “See what I mean about the time out, guys?” Paulo, too tired even to speak, only nodded. Laszlo gasped, “I’ve never cum like that before. Yeah, it’s intense, but it’s still fucking unfair!” Across the room, Daniel chuckled. After taking a quick look at some of the footage, Daniel was thrilled and knew that he had another epic, award-winning film on his hands. That night, he treated the whole company to dinner in a gourmet restaurant along the street from the hotel. With the limits off, it was a rowdy, raucous party. The next day, the gang all enjoyed a last day of sun at the pool and beach, while Daniel sat inside with Will and Eddie, going through all the footage to make sure there weren’t any bad spots they would need to patch up before flying back to L.A. When they finally appeared on the beach at 4:45, they endured a lot of ribbing from the others about what they had really been doing all day. Before that, the teasing had all centred on Johannis and Miguel who were now behaving exactly like a married couple. Daniel just smiled and waved the teasing off. Truth be told, though, he had fucked both of the camera guys by way of a breather during the afternoon, before dumping yet another load inside Will’s compliant ass. On Sunday morning, during the flight back home, most of the guys were dozing or outright sleeping in their individual bed-cubicles. Daniel blessed his good fortune in having attracted a backer who was both well-stocked with money and intensely turned on by the thought of being fucked by famous porn tops. The bonus of this multi-millionaire buying first-class tickets for everyone wasn’t lost on Daniel, or on any of the rest of the cast. Several of them had never flown first class before, let alone actually flying at all. The spectacle of all these prime slabs of man flesh lying back and sleeping all over the cabin was also causing a bit of a stir among the flight attendants, two of whom were plainly attracted to the bigger guys present. One of them all but rubbed his firm chest across Daniel’s face when leaning across “to refill your coffee.” A couple of the members of the team, though, were watching Daniel carefully. Lianne was one of them. She’d handled the business end of Daniel’s venture ever since he’d set it up, and she knew his mind and moods probably better than anyone else there. She flagged down Laszlo as he walked by towards the washroom, then beckoned him to lean down for a second. “Laszlo, you notice anything about Daniel today?” Laszlo glanced at him for a moment. “Yeah,” he murmured back. “He looks kind of antsy.” “That’s what I thought. Antsy, and a bit worried with it. And that makes me worried. Can you maybe talk to him, see if you can find out what’s eating at him?” “Me? Why me, Lianne?” “Because this is personal. I can’t ask, he’ll just think I want to talk contracts and video rights. And I’m asking you because he seems more comfortable with you than with some of the others, more laid back and less defensive. I think you might be able to get him to talk.” Laszlo sighed. “Well, I can try.” His effort didn’t go very far. Daniel did, however, unbend enough to say, “It’s not something I can really talk about here. But there’s something else, something I’d like to discuss with you in some detail. Can you swing by my office on Wednesday at, let’s say, 3:30 in the afternoon?" “No problem,” Laszlo replied. He was a bit chagrined, but he hadn’t been shut down outright and maybe he could get under the surface of Daniel’s nerves at that time. Daniel and Laszlo both entered the appointment in their phones, and Laszlo went back to his seat. He’d report to Lianne later, during the long stopover at New York JFK, but for now he just wanted to sleep.

We have the same thinking. LOL. I saved my pennies and bought a portable massage table, a FT rim chair and I installed a sling in my basement (125 year old house.. nice effect with the heavy beams in the basement). I'm happy to travel for a fun, open minded kinky session, but I have some interesting 'toys' here to lure friends in for a night of piggy debauchery. The angle(s) you can get with a sling can be endless. Higher, lower for the top is quick and easy and he gets to stand flat on the ground. I have found this puts me in a comfortable stance, no pressure, just able to concentrate on sliding my cock into that ass in front of me. When I bottom in the sling, I make sure my ass is hanging off the edge of the sling. I find it really spreads my lets wider, thus my hole gapes more. It is still comfortable for me because my weight is on my back and legs are supported in the stirrups. For added fun I found a thick nylon dog leash at the "Dollarama" store and was able to use two carabineers to clip the nylon leash from chain-to-chain about 2 feet above the bottom's head. When 'digging-in-deeper' with the bottom, I plant my feet solid, grab the nylon leash and start to pull it towards me... Result is the entire sling starts to come back ONTO my cock and impales the bottom slowly and deeply. Can also be used for a hard fuck it the both parties are into that. The other nice addition to a sling fuck is a leather harness on the bottom. If he is sitting correctly in the sling, and uses his hands on the chains beside his ass, the top can put the leather harness to work and pull the hole towards him while at the same time pushing his cock up hard into the bottom. I have a top buddy who likes to start out slow and work up to a rough pounding fuck with some good ass slapping. I know he is getting ready to really throw a hard fuck into me and dump his load when he takes hole of the harness. He uses the sling, the harness, his stance and my opening hole to drive a hot load in there. He LOVES fucking in the sling (so do I !!!). I like the ideas I am reading here on changing chains. A buddy of mine is in a condo with a portable sling and he bought the nylon 'ties' that are used to tie down loads. They are pretty quick and easy to adjust and can handle a big load of weight. VERY quiet as well. I might try those out for variety. The rim chair is always a fun topic for guys into rimming (obviously) and ass play. I have a very flexible vers buddy who loves to eat my hole from under the rim chair and work it with his tongue and fingers. Because he is flexible, I lean forward and put a pillow under his lower back, then fold his legs towards me. He has a nice big, thick uncut cock and I am able to suck his cock while I sit on his face on the rim chair. If you get a chance... try one out!! I made my first rim chair from a toilet seat and 4 strong table legs. Drilled the chair (be sure to countersink the bolt-heads or you will get pinched and it hurts!!). Pre-drilled the table legs, and screwed in the bolts from the top of the chair. VERY rudimentary, but only cost me about $30. Not very adjustable... but after a few sessions, it confirmed that I wanted a good steel rim chair. So, I spent the bucks. EVERYONE who has been on EITHER side of the rim chair has loved it. Your hole really opens up nicely when you are adjusted to the right height. Not much to say about the massage table, other than it is quickly adjustable for height. So, 45 seconds later, same comfortable footing as the sling. The bottom can lie flat and take it doggy, or lie doggy on the corners (a great position IMHO) or classic, on the back with the ass on the edge of the table and top walks up and fucks a hot load. Thanks for the great ideas guys!!

Because they are the inheritors of an active fascist culture historically which is based on a particular religious and social interpretation and which was explicitly racist and homophobic, resulting in a social hierarchy that supported those interpretations. The conservative/R flag-bearers are actually fully Nazi at least on LGBTQ positions. This active fascist culture *HAS* been changing slowly over time, mostly after the 1950's (wrt racism) and after around 1983 wrt LGBTQ issues. The active fascist culture is in conflict with the highest ideals of the US and often with it's laws (which was why racism could be legally confronted and to a lesser extent why LGBTQ issues could also be confronted over time) and is in conflict with at least 1/3 of the population which harbors somewhat or actual progressive positions.

Feels like there is a middle ground. I mean if the guy I’m fucking is clearly struggling like hell and he asked to stop, of course. It’s a a shame but sometimes it doesn’t work for whatever reason. Some anatomies just don’t suit my straight rock hard bone well, and maybe that day I was a bit too horny. It happens. If the bottom, though, has a death grip on his cock and clearly is trying to get off and I tell him to wait, and he cums anyway. Well then I’m keeping on fucking him whether he likes it or not (within reason, but it’s never been a problem). Ya it can be less fun after you cum to have your guts pounded and rearranged, sorry bite down and cope for a bit. I’ll do my best to fill ya up soon enough. 😉

Cumunion Philly, 17 June Got to Club Philly around 11 pm. I was almost immediately surrounded by several older men, sucked their dicks, one of them fucked me three or more times over the next two hours. But not much more action. I was a bit bummed at one point and once I got a room stayed there for a while. However as soon as I left the room I was fucked at least three times. So while slow, I did get fucked at least six times Sat-Sunday. In the end I was ass up in my room - a 6'3 Black guy who was leaving came in , I starting sucking his thick dick, 7.5-8". He got me ass up on all fours and started pounding me with me rocking my ass back to meet his strokes. That was a hot fuck. He came in my ass and I sucked his dick after he came in me. Later in the dungeon a guy tried to mount me on the fuck bench but he couldn't get his dick in (my hole is very tight). He asked me if I had a room, we went back to it and he was able to get his dick up my ass in a kind of pretzel position. His dick was shorter and I couldn't move my ass much to meet his dick. This was also a nice fuck and he also came in my ass. So two definite loads in my ass.

Finally got to host the oft delayed orgy I have been planning for months. Always seemed to have something come up, or too many guys couldn't make it. Started at 9PM on Friday, but most people started arriving earlier which was fine. Gave everyone a chance to mess around a little and be ready to go when it started. It ended up being a total of 17 guys, 9 college bois, 2 guys mid/late 20s, 5 daddies, and me. This was the first orgy for my 19yo twink fuck buddy to fully participate in and I had him come over early because I wanted to make sure he knew he was going to be very popular and probably get fuck by just about everyone at some point. He just laughed that is why he came. I'm so proud he has turned into a total bareback slut. I took at least 7 loads and probably a few more. The twink got fucked by everyone at least once, but me and one college guy who only tops daddies. (No idea why, just his thing I guess.) A couple of guy tried to DP him, but he had to call it off. I think if they had been a little smaller they probably could have done it, but both guys were very big. The orgy lasted until around 5AM when everyone but the twink left. Both of us had our assholes very loaded and still horned up and since I hadn't fucked him yet, we had to go at it. We spent the next hour making love before getting some sleep. I'm glad his girlfriend is away for the summer so he is all mine until then. I'll go into more details on another thread.

So I guess we went on a less busy weekend but I thought it was great. Walked through the “cruising area” greens a few times in the daylight and it was completely empty, but the people who stay there regularly said that was more about the quiet weekend than a normal thing. Spent the day mostly hanging out at the pool and walking through the camping areas—the people in what they call “perms” were super friendly and welcoming, but those who were new or there for a weekend were a little more standoffish. At night there’s a huge campfire and that’s where the sex happened—as a dance party and drinking is going on in the front, there’s a bunch of fucking and sucking in the back where gloryholes and benches are set up. That part was awesome—there was a line of six people waiting to fuck my partner while a crowd watched; I was busy fucking another bottom lying right next to him.

I’m a piercer at a tattoo shop and I have hooked up with few of my clients while they were in my chair. Yesterday being one of those days. I was the only one there and right as I was closing this black guy and his Spanish friend came in to get their nipples pierced. I pierced them while riding their dicks and got fucked some more after 🙂

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

Over the last few days I have been trying to meet up with my thirty-something Fuckbud , he has been traveling for work so it's been slightly difficult to arrange our schedules. We have a great arrangement, I am his "on call cumdump." He loves to call me that. It's works great, he gets a nice piece of ass, I get bred with a nice load, no lines, no waiting. No muss, no fuss!! He is a great fuckbud. Yesterday, we agreed to a late night fuck. My guess it would be 1 AM or later. He was going out drinking and when he came home he would hit me up for a breeding. I agreed I would be waiting for him and ready. It certainly works for me. One of the last time we did that, it was a fuck to remember at 2:30am. It was a hot, long, slick breeding. He fucked me for over an hour, I loved it, felt so good. Both of us remember it! I love my hole worked good. Fuck me!! Around midnight, while waiting to be "called", a top who was in a hotel about 3 miles from me hit me up on Sniffies, he was looking to breed, dump a raw load. To be honest, my FB loves a pre-loaded hole and I thought, why not, I am just waiting, so off I went to take a load. I drove to the hotel, no keycard to get into the hotel, the room door was open.... The top was on the bed in the other room waiting for me to suck him hard! I sucked him, and he ate my ass and then he fucked me, after a few minutes he blew his load deep in me. I got dressed and headed out!! Mission completed. When I got to my car I checked my phone, its now 1:15AM, no message. As I was pulling out of the parking lot my phone buzzed. It was my fuckbud, he was ready to breed me. PERFECT! Bring it on! I told him I would be on my way, I asked if a pre-loaded hole would be ok, he said "FUCK YEAH, HELL Yes!! Little did he know I was pulling out of the parking lot of a hotel with a fresh load in my hole. I was already on my way, in the car, heading his way!! I arrived at his apartment and thing are how they aways have been, I buzz his unit, he lets me in. I strip down to a jockstrap in the living room, he is waiting in the bedroom for me to get ass up on all fours on the bed! I love it, he is ready to fuck!! Now I really love a pre-loaded fuck, it's so smooth. Last night it was incredible. My FB slid right into me. It was so hot, last night again he fucked me every way to Sunday. He's a great top, he knows how to fuck, he fucks me deep, he teases my hole with the tip of his cock, he asks me to back up onto it, pushing his cock into me as deep as it can go. I don't know what it was last night but it was another fuck of a lifetime. It was of those hour long fucks where I won't forget for a long time. We fucked until we were spent! We laid there for a bit, catching our breath, totally satisfied, then I headed home and snuck back into my bed about 2:30am. This morning I got a text from my FB, he was ready for fuck and go, a simple breeding. I showed up, stripped in the living room and was on all fours on his bed taking his cock in just a few minutes!! Less than 10 minutes later I was back in my car on my way home, satisfied with a nice load in my hole How I love being a cum-dump taking a load!!

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#16 - plays well with others, but is too nosey I have to see what else is going on.

Dominant bottoms are out there. Submissive tops? Not very common at all. As submissive as I can be, I have a switchy side that shows up too. I'm really interested in submissive top men and get really excited when I find one. Most of the time, however, they turn out to be self-identified "passive tops". They don't want to do any work in the fuck, seem unskilled, and seem disengaged from it, that makes them more accurately "lazy tops" in my mind. A submissive top should be as engaged and eager to please as a hungry submissive bottom. I'd love to find a sub top who wants to be used for his body and dick, harvested for his seed, made to feel like a good boy/pig and trained to leash fuck among other things. They really seem to be uncommon, at least partly because the union of submissive nature and top pig nature don't often travel together, but also because of how we've been trained to think of submissive = bottom and dominant = top. I think it can also be hard for men who have a sexuality centered on their cock to come to terms with their need to provide service, be used, and be dominated. There just aren't enough submissive top role models for them to see and recognize, "Damn, that's me." If there were more GGG submissive top men out there, I'd get to explore the primal, aggressive, and dominant part of my bottom nature more. Owning a submissive top like that is on my bucket/fuckit list.

I received a text from my black master to come give him head. I went to his place, knelt down, sucked him and was soon rewarded with his hot load. Yum.

I don't think you were rude at all. In fact I kind of agree with you to a point. The American left is actually center right compared to Europe and YES the republicans have gone full blown Nazi and that started with Nixon, Reagan brought in the religious right nutjobs. But WE have always been here and always will be. I mean hell We are GODS chosen people and were treated as such in the past. But unfortunately most of us have forgotten that. And the younger LGBTQ+ don't seem to know their history

I once found a pair of boxer briefs on a wire hanger drying out in the locker room of my old workplace. It was stiff from sweat and smelled of manhole and balls. I still have it and haven't washed it though I've worn it and jerked off in it numerous times. It makes me hard thinking of whose ass it was touching every time I see a man leave the locker room.

To my way if thinking, appetite is what makes you want to eat supper. It isn’t entirely what decides if you decide to eat it at 5:00 instead of 8:00, or if you choose ramen over hamburger, or if you eat alone or in company. It may stimulate behavior, but is not itself an action taken. Libido is what makes you horny. A guy can satisfy a sexual appetite in diverse ways (God knows). How does the virus automatically control an HVL HIV patient to go out and fuck versus take the more immediate route of sating that hunger by masturbating, and how thoroughly did the study consider this aspect of the problem? I have many questions.

Oh, what the helll....

If I cum hands free from being fucked, it doesn't make me lose my arousal. I guess because cumming hands free is so hot in and of itself. For whatever reason, I have not encountered that scenario. I agree with everyone else who says, no/stop means no/stop. If you want a scene where the top does not stop, it needs to be discussed ahead of time and a safe word used. If you prefer to be used like a human fleshlight without any regard for your health, safety, or pleasure, that is your right, too. Again, it is something you should discuss with the top, so he knows what you want.

If Iam at a place where there is a sling- then I am in it. First pnp in a sling and got pozzed ( same guy) in a sling so a lot of good memories. Was just a Club Z this weekend and spent as much time as I could in a sling without being a pig about it. Nothing I do not like about being fucked and used in a sling.

So, last night I was on Grindr, looking at the same profiles and pics when I get a message from someone new. Basically a blank profile…says 27 yo, 6’ ft, 205 lbs, muscular. He sends me a pic (super hot Latino guy) along with ‘How’s it going?’. I’m 54, 6’, 175, 8x5.5 cut, poz/undetectable - all of which is in my profile. I answer nicely, not thinking much of it. (Honestly, he’s way out of my league.) He asks for a pic. I open my private pics and send a recent face pic. Again, thinking this will go nowhere. I tell him I’m open and love to fuck and that I’m a top. He says “Woof! Would love feel your big thick cock balls deep in me. I'd be ass up face down in a jock and socks & let you use me how you please sir.” Then he immediately says “Bottom here like to get fucked and flooded - Role play can be hot - Dad son” We work out that he wants to host and I want to travel. He sends his address and asks for a little time to rinse and prepare. I say sure…still sceptical. Then he asks “Mind sending a video of you waving or showing me your cock so I know you're real.” This of course throws up red flags, but I send over a quick video. I tell him I’m ready to leave and ask for the details. He sends over his address but asks for 5-10 more minutes. Again, I think this is not going to happen. Ultimately, he says to come over at 12:30, street park, and text when parked. I agree. I head over. The address is for a small apartment building, and he didn’t give me the apartment number. So when I get there I text him, “now what?” I’m still thinking he’s going to flake, but he texts me his apartment number and says ignore the mess, he just moved in. Originally he wanted an anon scene where I walk in on him face down, but when I get to the door, it’s locked. He then opens the door and walks me into his small apartment. He’s hot as hell…hotter than his pics. Muscles everywhere, a few tattoos, in a jockstrap. He was right, there are boxes all over the dark apartment , but I’m not there to judge his furnishings, I’m there to fuck. We get to the bedroom and he has to put his small dog in the bathroom. I begin to undress and he assumes his position on the bed. Luckily I brought lube and get myself to attention as I slide a finger into his very tight ass. I slowly slide my dick into him letting him get used to it and I hear him moan with pleasure. I begin to slowly fuck him and he’s moaning and grinding his ass on my cock. In general it takes me a while to cum, so after about 30 minutes, I could tell I was about to pop. I pick up the pace and plunge my cock to the hilt up his tight muscled ass. Finally, I blow my load up him and collapse on his back in a pile of sweat. We lay there a little while, but finally, I pull out and begin to clean up, dress and gather my things. Then he points to a bed next to him that is blocked with some sheets and says, my son is sleeping there, but don’t worry, he’s deaf. I’m a bit confused which I’m sure showed on my face. As I go toward the door, he turns on a light and shows me a picture of him and his kids hanging on his wall. This hot Latin muscle bottom that I just fucked is a real daddy with little kids. We exchanged pleasantries and then I left. My mind is still racing from the whole scene. When I got home, he had sent me a Grinr message saying “Pleasure taking your poz load sir. Thank you for coming to pump me.” And he lists his phone number.

A hole that takes a fist is more often than not, not a loose hole. The men I play with have trained themselves to know how to relax the hole and how to tighten it back up. Kegel exercises!! Of course, there are man who don't--and I tend to play with them once and not again. One of my primary men has one of the tightest holes when we start the fucking, but can go to the largest rosebud after our two hours or so of play. (And he has so much control of his ass, that he can actually fuck my mouth with his rosebud.)

If I fist a guy, I prefer to fuck and breed him after I've fisted for awhile. Then I like to fist again. But i would have no objection to a top doin as described above.

Chapter 13: Poz Me! We spent the remainder of the afternoon cuddling in bed, and sobering up. We fell asleep in each other's arms feeling much better. Although Marc's cock was hard, and against my ass as we awoke, we didn't fuck. He suggested we go grab some wings for dinner. Once again the restaurant was pretty bare, but we grabbed a table away from others so we could talk if Marc wanted to. I had decided not to start any conversations and let Marc be the one to start them. He started off with a doozy asking if i would breed him tonight. I reminded him that my seed was potent, and I wasn't there to infect him. I hated lying to him, as my ultimate goal was for him to be my first conversion. I knew i would ultimately get him to agree to it, but never thought he would be willing so soon. Marc told me that since he knew his roomie was leaving, he saw a doctor and just started Prep. He said it had only been like a week, so not effective yet, but his doctor had told him about PEP. He then said that in fact he had used PEP before and still had some. He then shyly said that his doctor was not only gay, but poz and he had the most amazing anal exam from him. I was shocked and said I thought he had never taken a raw load up his ass, and he wanted me to be the first. He apologized saying that he was in his sexual awakening, and that i was right, once you go bare, you don't go back. I told Marc I had no hard feelings, and that I too had sex with my doctor, and although I had been fucked on various types of fuck benches and in slings, there's nothing quite like being fucked on an exam table with your legs in the stirrups! Marc looked around to see if it was safe, and planted a big kiss on me. By now we were both hard, and Marc said he wished he could bend over the table and get fucked right now. I suggested we head to the bathroom and relieve our tensions. Marc said he was afraid to fuck in a stall, but he'd love to be a urinal for me. What a pig he had become! I figured we'd go into a stall and I'd feed him my piss, but Marc grabbed me by the hand, and kneeled in front of a urinal instead. We quickly finished our dinner. Both of our cocks were rock hard the entire time knowing shortly I would be seeding Marc with my toxic seed. We were seated next to each other as Marc started rubbing my cock, and told me how much he wanted my seed in him. I told Marc I felt the same, but conversion is not always that easy. He said he wanted me to keep breeding him until I gifted him.

I just move to White plains but it is so boring gay live here,thank God we have the city close to us.

I'm planning on going in early August. It's bound to beat nice and relaxing time. Of course everyone is welcome to fuck me.

Cutler X is damn hot example of a sexy AF man!

the night rolled along as intended, connor gently rocking along as a slow parade of various horny men entered the room, slid their clothes off, and slipped inside him without much protest. some fucked him fast and rough, dumping their load in a few seconds with a triumphant growl, claiming his soft pussy with ropes of sticky hot cum as they pressed themselves tightly against him. Others seemed to savour the moment, gently pumping in long full strokes, telling him how good he felt, or how wet he was, encouraging and praising his submission. they would pause to admire his now puffy hole as it simply gaped in anticipation of the next cock. Corbin busied himself with the occasional errant text, stopping only to eagerly offer his throat to a few handsome boys he hadnt seen yet, plugging his fingers into his silky pussy as he gulped and slurped at them as if to encourage them to remember just how good he was as well. Corbin would tease their nuts tight to the base of their cock, carefully edging them to the brink of dumping their load, before pulling back and with a quick smile and a gesture sending their now aching brimming tool directly toward Connor. There were a few though that took desperate restraint. An exceptionally long or thick penis, or one with a particularly beautiful shape, might send him momentarily spinning on his heels, eager to plunge it into his own thirsty cunt. Not tonight though. Tonight these cocks were only for a single lonely straight boy he could barely recall the name of anymore, only the absolute carnal pleasure of his raw virgin asshole as it pulsed around his own cock, seemingly begging for the seed in his balls. By four AM Connor had passed the threshhold of discomfort, and was long past the point of concern. What began as a string of begging and pleading had now settled into a comfortable grunt or occasional intense groan as his wrecked slut hole spread wider and wider, the cocks plunging deeper and deeper into a pool of rich warm semen. Corbin remembered that a few degrees of offset at the head of the sling ensured the fuckstick stayed at what he called the breeding angle. hips up and out, to encourage a mans cock head to naturally, gracefully caress and assault the prostate as the gentle lean guaranteed once their cunt was loose, the seed simply flowed deeper into them instead of out. Six hours of fucking had reduced Connor to a filthy parody of his former self. His churning asshole, once tight as a drum, now sloshed about with an impressive count of loads as his guts swam in an ocean of random mens cum. Corbin made sure to check the clock every few hours, just to make sure his chained up little marionette was nice and relaxed. Earlier in the night he'd forgotten by a few minutes. not that it was his fault, of course not, a piggy poz cock like his was in just as fervent demand as the kite high sling-bound pussy in his caretake. just as his uncut prick finished filling an eager little chaser he was distracted with ever more childish thrashing and begging from tonights fuckstick. pleading for release, for help, for anything; not that anyone took particular notice. dragging his dripping tool out slowly and reluctantly he sighed and embraced his sullen role as tonights glorified babysitter. "hush now baby..." Corbin gripped the boy ferociously...annoyed at the sudden urgency that pulled him out of such a sweet little neg hole. "we arent finished using up your pussy. just lie back and relax for me.." he gently mocked as he pushed more drugs into the boy, watching patiently as the little tantrum subsided. "theres my good boy...all better now..." He soothed, gently rubbing Connors asshole in slow circles before licking his fingers clean and motioning for a thick bear to approach. "please?" Corbin asked eagerly and as the hirsute man smiled and slowly nodded, he dropped to his knees and began the challenge of working the sizeable girth of cock into his throat. The mans low groan was the only approval he wanted, as he settled into a gentle rhythm working the bulbous cherry head past his lips and down his throat again and again. gently reaching between the mans powerful thighs he took careful hold of his bull sized nuts, massaging them gently so as not to coax their precious load too soon. After a few glorious proud minutes sucking what had to be the largest cock in the room, the man abruptly grabbed Corbin by a tuft of hair, pulling him off his cock. "yes daddy" corbin simply acknowledged as he rocked back on his arms, waiting anxiously. Corbin knew this daddy wanted boyhole, and the only one in the room was about a foot from his leaking prick as he turned to step forward toward the nights fuckstick. "put me inside him boy." Corbin eagerly slid his hand around the base of the mans hairy cock and aimed its weeping piss slit into Connor. "here..." Corbin slid his hands around and pulled the straight boys greasy cheeks apart. "its all ready for you now daddy, push it inside him"

Tropical La Zona is another adult men only clothing/optional bungalow resort similar to Basement Studios but has a much nicer layout/feel and is about a 7 min walk to the Yumbo Centre. It has a very calm/relaxing feel to it as it's gated off from prying outside eyes looking in. They do have a sort of maze/cruise area up the back of the resort but it's never really that busy as the patrons staying there have their own bungalows if they want to shag (although on previous trips, I've seen a couple fuck in the hot tub, had a guest give me blowjob until I exploded in full view of everyone around the pool area, and I remember one guy had is balcony door and curtains open and was ass up on the table waiting for someone to come and load him up). I have seen and participated in action in the maze area though but I guess it's mainly there for those visiting the resort (non-guests can visit and pay 5€ to sunbathe by the pool during the day but must leave once the bar closes). Also, at night after the bars have closed, it's not uncommon to see some guests walking around the resort nude looking for action. My last trip there I ended up fucking the guy that was staying in the bungalow next to me by walking around the resort nude that night (my partner never knew I snuck out that night 😈). The people that run it are super nice and there is a little bar by the pool that serves alcohol and a light food menu and manned until the early evening. People who stay are there are very friendly and I've made a few friends staying there in the past. I'll be in GC in early July this year and staying there again, but this time with a friend. A proper lads weekend! This will be my first trip to GC without my partner. While we're open, it'll be nice to be able to truly explore the cruiser side of GC without feeling self-conscious of my partner being right there if you know what I mean. I've experience Strong Construction before and it was a blast so I'm really looking forward to going solo and raw fucking as many guys as I want.

As a married man, I wanted to add my input to this thread. I have totally enjoyed, and appreciated, the cock sucking skills of countless guy. I feel a cock sucking male has a much deeper understanding on how to please another man orally. Since we have a cock, we understand how to bring another guy intimate pleasure. Some women are good at sucking dick, but I have found most are more into providing oral as a means of “fluffing” a guy before fucking. I have been served by guys from various claimed sexual orientations, but most had the deep desire to please a married man and swallow their reward. It’s basically guys helping each other out. Being bisexual, and now married for many years, I sense the desire of many cum hungry guys to show off their developed skill to married men. I think it’s true that most married men, if given the opportunity, would welcome another guy’s warm wet mouth wrapped around their orally deprived dick. Those who have mastered the are of deep throating hold a special place in my heart. Understanding it’s just sexual pleasure is a huge advantage to men like us. For the married men who are fortunate to have a devoted cock sucker as a FWB, I envy you. I have asked several guys if the idea of sucking cock that also fucks female pussy was a turn on for them. Not surprising, in most cases it was; even guys who identify as gay. I’m sure there are some homosexual men that would feel differently, but let face facts, they probably wouldn’t pursue a heterosexual or bisexual man in the first place. I personally want to thank all you devoted cock suckers and cum eaters out there. Your service has greatly been appreciated by numerous men like me; ones that have more “vanilla” wives. I know I’m not alone in this belief. Thank you for adding much needed spice to our typically restricted sexual desires! Happy swallowing….

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Oh fuck YESSSSS...the seduction of a new bugchaser by a poz top who sees the need and responds to that need.Being neg is the new virginity....saw that on twitter a while back.Taking that first known poz load is very much taking a man's cock and cum deep inside the way nature intended.Hot story that gets me boned every time!:)

Part 8 - The Spell Of Medina As much as my spirit lifted seeing the ranch house I knew that facing the wrath of Brad was going to come, never returning his calls or texts I had a feeling he would be pissed beyond belief. My head couldn't fathom out why things were going so rocky between us, oh yes, I suddenly thought remembering why but also that feeling of when he kissed and pushed me to my knees blowing him still made me feel horny. I figured he had gone back to Melinda since there was no sign of him when I entered the house. Seth and my mother were sat in the family room so I popped by to let them know I was back. Everything on the outside appeared normal and I told them about my weekend missing out the sex part naturally. My mother was more concerned about me finding a job and telling me I was reckless throwing in what could have been a good career for me, whilst she understood my reason she thought it was a bad move on my behalf. She excused herself as Seth and my mother were going to friends for dinner and she had to get ready, I sat and watched as she left the room. "You going to tell me what is going on?" Seth suddenly asked out of the blue. I looked at him "In what way?" I asked wondering what he was getting at. Seth came and sat by me "Come on were not silly Tom, did something happen between you and Brad?" he asked. "Why would you think that?" I asked unconvinced he knew anything. Seth looked at me "You have been inseparable growing up and these last few weeks have seemed different". I sat back in the sofa "We are just living different lives" I replied lying through my teeth. Seth patted my knee "Not so different really, I have always known underneath there was more to Brad" he said. I sat forward and looked at him "I don't know what you mean" I replied raising an eyebrow. Seth smiled "I know how you feel about him Tom, but when your ready you can talk to me about it". Seth stood and left the room leaving me somewhat stunned and confused. I had dinner alone and later that evening I spent half an hour chatting with Mike and Sean during his break. The room was empty and felt cold without Brad's warmth in the air, I picked up my phone about to text him as I wanted to know where he was, well really to find out if he was with Melinda. Bad idea I thought and just snuggled down and slept. Brad returned and knew I was home choosing to sleep in the lounge, I had no idea he had come home and he also left early for work before I woke up. I had cleared the way for the weekend about having my 3 friends to stay. My mother was a little disappointed that I didn't want anything more flamboyant for my 21st, I relented about all of us going to dinner on Saturday in town when I would rather have had a quiet dinner at home with family and chosen friends. By lunchtime Sean confirmed he would free the entire weekend and was coming down with Mike and Steve on Friday afternoon. Being only Monday I had to get through the week. I picked up my journal and packed some fruit and water then jogged down to the Medina river for some exercise. My head was running through the conversation with Mike about getting me an interview, giving me food for thought and was considering his offer. After all it would be a job to fill in until I got the career in media that I had studied for. Thankfully the sun was out, laying on my stomach I pulled my journal out and wrote about the weekend in sketchy detail since I knew Brad had taken to reading it behind my back. There was no point in hiding it any more I decided. I wrote about Chad and my lucky escape as Mike called it. I was so wrapped up and chuckling about some bits that I looked over to have a conversation with Brad before I realised he wasn't there. I closed the journal feeling a little down hearted, truthfully I missed Brad more than I realised. I stood up and walked over to the stream bare foot and dipped my feet in to the cool water bubbling over the pebbles, the sound filling the air had a very serene and calming affect on me. I sat down on the bank with my feet in the water just looking at the scenery and contemplating many things. Mike was certainly right that I could have the pick of men, I just needed to root out the bad ones and find me a good one to keep as it looked like Brad and I would never really happen. I smiled to myself recalling the evening in the nightclub where I didn't go short of attention, but in fairness no one had really caught my attention like Brad could. I laid back annoyed with myself thinking they had to be like Brad. Wandering in to the bedroom Brad had come home early from work on the off chance he saw my things on the bed he quickly rifled through trying to find the journal before he noticed my ruck sack was missing. He sat on my bed and picked up the shirt gazing off in to the distance before finally standing and putting on shorts and t-shirt. Brad needed time to think so he left on foot heading along the dirt road to the river. The heat was building so I laid down on my stomach with my head close to the water bracing myself for what was about hit my face. Closing my eyes I dipped my face in the water and pulled up sharply laughing at how cold the water was, down I went again rolling over with laughter then back on to my stomach. It was cooling me off so down I went again and managed to hold it a little longer, when my head surfaced again I looked at my reflection in the water mesmerised I was oblivious to Brad approaching. "What the hell are you doing?" Brad shouted across to me sounding angry but concerned. I jumped up scared out my skin "Fuck you idiot" I replied turning to see his worried look. Brad walked towards me "I thought you were..." he started saying before I cut him off. "Thought I was doing what?" I asked anxiously. "You had me worried, what you wrote in the journal" Brad said getting nearer to me. I took a step back "I knew you had read it again" I said annoyed at him. "I'm sorry, I needed to understand you" Brad said stopping me in my tracks. "I have decided to move to Dallas" I said to him. Brad shook his head "Fuck I have been so worried about you, I am going to free myself from all of this" he said. reciting my words from the journal. I looked at him "Oh, god no I wasn't going to do anything stupid just move away" I said. "Because of me?" he asked his expression changing "Do you hate me that much?". I shook my head "No, you know that isn't true" I said. Brad looked at me then stepped forward quickly putting his arms around me hugging me tight "What if it is you I need?". I tried to make sense of what he said "Don't do this Brad" I said getting upset. Brad looked intently at me "Are your feelings for me here" he tapped my chest where my heart is. I nodded "You have read enough about my feelings, I just can't stop how I feel, that's why I have to go". Brad shook his head "Then no, I won't let you leave Tommy" he said. "It's not easy now things have changed. It is hard living like this, you can't stop me leaving" I said. "Is that what you think?" Brad said tightening his arms around me. Suddenly his face was very close to mine and I could feel his breath on my neck "Your not leaving" he said. Brad pulled me close his lips brushed lightly over mine then firmly he pressed his lips against mine kissing me twice before teasing them apart and kissing me properly. He caught me by surprise and I couldn't tell if he was being serious, I mean I was kissing my step-brother, but not just kissing we were locked together at the mouth and it just kept going on. This kiss, this single moment by the Medina river became the defining change in both our lives. It felt so right but deeply wrong on so many levels, neither of us cared as we held each other, bonded as one in a very real intimate level, it was a bond far more than lovers could share. To me I suppose it was when I finally began to understand how and what real love felt, he was tender and very sensual with me, gradually our hands roamed over each others body. Sinking to our knees and we fell on the grass still locked together as if making up for so much lost time. Brad stopped kissing and looked at me "You do know how perverse this is?" he said looking intently at me. I found a new confidence building inside me "Yes but I don't care" I replied. "There is no going back if we do this" he said looking me in the eye again. I faltered for a moment "Isn't this wrong if your straight?" I asked him. Brad kissed me again "Tommy are you really that bad at being gay" he chuckled "I have just kissed you". I smiled "Take a look at my life, that is how bad I am" I said looking at him "So what are you?". "I don't know Tommy, but I know you mean so much to me, I love you in a way I can never love a woman" he replied. I leaned in an kissed him to test his true resilience, willingly he accepted my kiss, my hand held his back and the feeling of his body pressed up against mine was intoxicating, tasting and feeling Brad I had never felt so alive. Fathoming Brad out at times was not easy, I guessed that what he tried to express was that underneath he was gay but never had the braveness to be open about it or even act on it. He would confess to me sometime after how brave he thought I was facing it head on like I had at such a young age and embraced it although with some reservation when it came to men. Brad hugged me when we stopped kissing "Just be patient with me" he said. I pushed him away to look at him "I thought you said" I stopped totally confused now. "I mean.. I can't explain it Tommy only I don't want to end up driving you away" Brad said letting me go. I sat up full of turmoil "Did you mean what you just said?" I asked looking at him. "Yes, I know inside I am gay but fought and supressed it for so long it's not there yet" he said trying to explain. I looked at him "This is so fucked up" I said shaking my head. Brad held my hand "I want to be totally sure and not mess us both up if things don't work out" he said. I nodded knowing he was thinking clearly "Yes, I can see what you mean" I replied squeezing his hand. Brad smiled at me and stood up "We should get back to the ranch" he said holding out his hand to me. I took his hand and effortlessly he pulled me up "I am serious about us" he said looking me in the eye. It was the first time I felt that brad was being very honest with me about his feelings, he had obviously thought about it and wanted to go cautiously in to the unknown. I would never push Brad to do anything until I was sure he was confident in himself, after all going from a straight jock that banged pussy like it was a game of skittles to a gay jock was a big step in my eyes. We walked back to Medina slowly holding hands, it was sort of romantic on my half as I couldn't have asked for anything more but I understood he was fighting his own demons. We arrived back in time for dinner and quickly washed and changed our clothes. Seth looked up at us both smiling at the sight of us talking and annoying each other as we had for years but in a brotherly love way. I completely forgot about the weekend coming up and Brad was excited that Mike and Steve were coming to stay. He was a little less comfortable when I mentioned Sean, more so because he didn't know him but that was going change on Friday when he met him in person. Brad undressed for bed as usual totally naked only this time I was not sneaking glances but looking at him dead on as I undressed. Brad went in to the bathroom to clean his teeth and I waited for my turn, strangely it was quiet we had said nothing to each other since being back in the bedroom so I was unsure what to expect. I put my tooth brush pack in the holder and looked in the mirror, was I having second thoughts? Briefly it flickered through my head but my heart told me he was the one I had always wanted and desired, give me 100 Eddie's but I would always choose Brad no question. 'Where are you going' he asked as I walked towards my bed, I turned to see him pull the sheets back on the empty side of his bed. I didn't need telling or asking and just walked straight over and climbed in next to him, his arms quickly wrapping around me. I played it down and let him lead the way as he cuddled and held me tightly, I was under no illusion that sex would be taking place, still it felt good as if it was where I was meant to be. Slowly he kissed my neck, the desire in Brad was evident as he quickly sought my mouth kissing me deep. His hand slowly roamed down my back feeling my ass, he held his hand there and we stayed locked together kissing for quite a long time. So long that we both drifted off our mouths only millimetres apart. Strange erotic flashes in my head, vivid dreams appearing in colour briefly, over and over. I was underneath Brad clawing his back screaming at him to fuck me harder and harder, the smile on his face contorted with his mad ass wrecking thrusts like he was trying to break me in half from expressing his love and passion, fading out the dream replayed again. There was something wild and animalistic about the dream replaying, would it ever get to the end or keep fading out. Another round played over this time his hands holding my chest down on the bed, hammering at me 'come for me you fucking bitch' he screamed in my head I was looking down on myself 'fuck yes' my eyes closed arms flaying around as the cum shot out of my cock with such force I thought it was going to bore a hole in the wall, instead it seemed to disappear in thin air. I could feel the warm sticky mess trickling and sat bolt upright gasping "You alright Tom?" Brad asked sitting up. I was sweating and panting "Dream" I managed to say pulling the sheet off me. Brad looked and laughed hysterically laying back down "I didn't even touch you". I laughed seeing the funny side of it and climbed out of bed "Lick it up" I said to Brad giggling. He looked at me holding in his laugh "Fuck no" he said and turned over. I went in to the bathroom and turned on the shower to wash the mess away giggling to myself all the time even as I was drying myself I still found it funny having such an erotic wet dream. I never noticed Brad stood there looking at me until he walked up behind me and kissed my neck 'come back to bed' he said taking the towel and throwing it on the floor and leading me back to bed. I quickly fell asleep with Brad's hand gently making circling motions over my chest. When I stirred in the morning I realised Brad was out of bed and showering, of course he had work, I thought today I could help the ranch hands out and earn some money. It was only then I realised the money in my account and I needed to get most of it moved in to a savings account so that was my task for the day sorted. I got up and grabbed my workout clothes as I needed to hit the gym just as Brad came out of the bathroom naked as usual. "You got to stop doing that" I said to him looking up and smiling. Brad walked towards me "Why does it turn you on, does it make you want me even more?" he asked pulling me up. "Very funny" I replied running my hand down his chest watching him smile. He kissed me and got dressed "I will get up earlier tomorrow, we can work out together" he said. He kissed me again and headed off to work with Seth and I hit the gym for a couple of hours. Showered and dressed I drove in to Medina to sort out the savings account, you know the type with a higher interest rate so my money could earn money. Walking in to the bank was something I never really did, surprised how busy it was I joined the queue and busied myself on my phone to pass the time. One clerk in particular caught my attention and I didn't recognise him at first as I was captivated by his stunning looks and beautiful smile that he would flash when dealing with customers. The closer I got his desk came empty and I made my way over to him. Sat opposite him he looked familiar but I couldn't fathom out why at first then it clicked, Joshua one of the guys from my class, he had really changed since high school. "Tom, wow can't believe it is you, the famous Tom" He said greeting me warmly. I smiled "Joshua been a long time, and just exactly why am I famous?" I asked thinking that he wouldn't know. Joshua offered me a seat "I follow you on twitter, didn't realise you were back in Medina" he said. "Oh you do?" I looked surprised and chuckled as the thought crossed my mind if he was gay. He seemed to go all embarrassed and quickly asked "What can I do for you Tom?" going all business like. We spent half an hour sorting out my savings account and transferring all but $10k in to it. Josh couldn't believe how much money I had earnt from a short stint at modelling but even more so couldn't fathom why I would give up such a well paid job. "You turn 21 this weekend" Joshua said noticing my date of birth "I am 21 next week" he smiled. "I never realised we both had birthdays so close" I replied. He chuckled "Well you and your step-brother were always so close you never had time for anyone else at school" he replied. I sat stunned for a moment "God was I really that bad at school" I laughed. "All done" Joshua said handing me the details of my new account. I checked over them and smiled "Thanks, we really should catch up" I said feeling a little guilty. "I get off in 15 minutes do you want to meet for coffee?" he asked quietly. "Yes, yes I would love that, meet you at the diner" I replied shaking hands with him and leaving. Walking outside the bank I wandered along the row of shops slowly heading to the diner, popping in a few of them to browse around just like I use to when at school. Remembering Joshua at school he had a mess of hair and seemed to have acne breakouts but that all seemed to have cleared up, just goes to show how closed off I was at school. His dark hair was short and neatly trimmed along with his pale brown eyes. Body wise he was average and could get lost in a crowd discreetly except for his looks, he had grown in to his looks and was for all parts stunning, I remembered he hated sports and always got out of it and would rather sit with his face in a book studying. I noticed he stood my height as I entered the diner just ahead of him. We got a booth in a quiet part away from anyone else and ordered coffee. We chatted for half an hour fondly dissecting all the kids in our class and where they were now, he seemed to know a lot more of what they were up to now. He then turned the subject to Brad and telling me how he would come in to the bank every week and was always chatty with him. "I'm sorry Tom I have to get back to work" Joshua said "it's been great catching up with you". Smiling I stood up "I'm sorry for not being more of a friend at school" I said ashamed of myself. Joshua stood "Well maybe we can meet up, you need to tell me all about your modelling" he smiled. I looked at him for a moment "Come to the ranch on Saturday I have a few friends coming over for my birthday". "Really?" Joshua said surprised "Oh, well I guess I can come over late afternoon if your sure". "God yes, we can toast your upcoming birthday as well" I said giving him my mobile number. We parted at the door and shook hands and I watched him walk back to bank imaging how nice it would be to have sex with him. It then dawned on me that he would probably be the only straight person there amongst my little group. Second guessing that maybe it was not such a good idea, oh well I thought it's done and he would probably not come as it had been so long, I unlocked my car and drove back to the ranch. The rest of the day I spent researching jobs in media but was getting more and more depressed, all of them wanted experience. I sent out an application to a couple near Dallas to get a feel for the ground. I decided to go to the gym again and then swim, Brad came home as I was in the pool and stood at the door to our room watching me quietly. I had no idea how long he had standing there but I lit up when I saw him, he smirked at me and told me dinner was nearly ready. Climbing out of the pool and wrapping a towel around me Brad followed me inside and pulled me to him. Hi pinned my arms against my side and leaned forward trying not to get wet, he kissed me softly gradually applying more pressure until he slipped his tongue past my lips and into my mouth kissing me deeper. His kissing always started out like a test as if he was being cautious or just unsure. "Dinners ready you..." My mother stood there looking shocked at the scene before her. Quickly Brad pulled away going bright red in the face "Sorry I should have knocked" she said rushing out. I was stumped and horrified turning to look at Brad "Ooops" I said which seemed fittingly for the moment. "Fuck" Brad said "I guess dinner is going to be weird, you go I have lost my appetite" he said to me. I grabbed his arm "No way, I am not doing this alone, together or not at all" I said having had enough of the game. Brad looked at me silently for a moment "I don't know if I am ready" he said biting his finger. I hugged him "I think it is to late for that Brad" I said smelling the scent of him as I held him. He breathed a shaky heavy breath against my neck "And if it goes badly?" he asked nervously. I looked at him "I know it is not easy Brad, it's a big step but if you want me we have to do it". Brad nodded "Are you sure about me?" he asked summoning up some courage. "Only if you are absolutely sure and serious about me not leaving" I replied. Brad ran his hands over his face slowly "Fuck it, get changed" he said and kissed me again. Julia walked in to the family room "Where are they?" Seth asked looking up from the table "What's wrong?". Julia sat down and in a quiet voice "They were kissing Seth, I mean kissing" she emphasised. Seth patted her arm "We knew something had to give with them, they were ruining each other" he said calmly. "I know but it is seeing it, I wasn't really prepared to see it happening" she said shaking her head. Seth kissed her "I admit it's not ideal, you can't stop what they are feeling" he said the voice of reasoning. She looked at him lowering her voice more "Why doesn't it bother you?". Seth smiled "Sort of knew, come on you saw how Brad was when Tom left, the writing has been on the wall" he said. Julia sighed shaking her head again "What if it goes horribly wrong, people will talk as well" she said. "I don't care what anyone thinks it's not illegal and it is not their business" Seth said assuring her. It was a mess I will give you that, I didn't think we would get caught like that, my mind kept going back to the chat I had with Seth that night. I now began to realise that Seth knew something was boiling and it was no bunny rabbit, all the things he had said to me now made sense. Changed and ready I saw Brad biting his finger nervously and did something so bizarre, I grabbed his finger and put it in my mouth causing Brad to giggle. He looked at me "I suppose I can stop doing that now" he said. I gave him his finger back "I know you do it when you are nervous or upset" I replied holding his hand. Brad smiled and shook his head "There's no keeping secrets from you is there". "Secrets" I smiled "Come on let's get this over with" I said dragging him by the hand to dinner. "There you are" Seth said as we appeared at the door as if nothing was going on. Brad sat down at the table and looked at my mother and his father "Sorry" he started but my mother cut him off. "Let's eat" she said doing her best to act normally, I burst out in a nervous laugh as Maria served dinner to us. Brad was pretty quiet during dinner and answering questions in monosyllables, picking at his dinner he kept glancing at my mother looking for some response but she was avoiding any talk about what she had seen. Seth caught my gaze and smiled at me. "Have you decided what your doing for your birthday Tom?" Seth asked me. I looked up "Well if it's nice might take the guys to the river for a picnic" I replied seeing my mother nodding. "Is that it?" Seth replied "I mean you don't want anything else, big party?" he suggested. Shaking my head "No that's the last thing I want, oh I did invite Joshua, he works in the bank" I said. "Oh yes, he came here once for your birthday" my mother said looking at me "such a nice young man now". I saw Brad smirk when I mentioned his name "Do you know him Brad?" I asked knowing he did. "Yes" he replied "I see him when I do the banking, we always have a little chat, always asking after Tom" he said joining the conversation. "Would you mind if Joshua stayed over Saturday and joined the birthday dinner?" I asked looking at them. "Of course he can" my mother replied "we just let Maria know what you want for dinner" I nodded and smiled. "What is the matter with you Brad?" Seth asked after having enough of his mute state. He looked up a little shocked "Oh nothing" he replied looking back at his plate. "Are you worried what we think?" Seth asked looking at both of us. Quickly glancing at Brad I could see the fright in his eyes like he had been caught red handed with his hands in my underwear, the look was not dissimilar to that when we had just been caught kissing. Strange but the air around the table was not of dissent but more of a just tell us kind of feeling. I could feel my mother's gaze on me waiting, it was not as bad for me since I had been open about my sexuality with them from 15. It was Brad I felt concerned for as it would be a huge step and one from which he could not back step from easily once he opened up. I held Brad's hand "Well I suppose you have guessed something is going on" I said feeling Brad squeeze my hand. My mother looked at us "Are you in love with each other?" she asked out of the blue taking us by surprise. Brad looked at me and nodded, Seth chuckled "Good, I'm gad that's out in the open now" he said. So nothing is ever that easy and whilst Brad had pretty much revealed his feelings to me we still had a way to go. One thing for sure he certainly relaxed more and was no longer afraid of showing affection towards me around the ranch. We spent the rest of the evening in our bedroom, Brad was still somewhat taken back by the evenings events so we laid in bed together and I read to him for over an hour. Only this time Brad would caress my chest as I read, my arm around his shoulder and his head resting against my chest it was to coin a phrase total perfection. These kind of evenings were what we enjoyed most, the two of us just relaxing. When I turned the light off and huddled down in the bed, his arms slipped around me and we would kiss for ages until we both felt the sleepiness washing over us. This was how our week panned out and on Thursday Joshua sent me a text confirming he would like to come and that he would be here at midday on Saturday. Mother was pestering me about the sleeping arrangements, I knew that Mike and Steve would share a bed, but Sean and Joshua we decided to put in the lounge next to our bedroom since it had two comfy sofas that were ample in size to use as beds. I kept a beady eye on the weather forecast and it was looking good, Saturday might peak at 35c and then some storms in the evening but for the day it looked good. Friday morning I was rinsing my hair in the shower after a hefty work out in the gym with Brad and Seth. Brad was getting his work clothes out of the closet and undressing, he was quiet and I jumped feeling his hands wrap around me as he got in the shower with me. He kissed my neck "Do you remember the last time we shared this shower?" he asked placing small kisses on my neck. I had to think then nodded "Oh, yes I do, but it was cold water that night" I replied as he squeezed me tighter. "Thank you so much for loving and looking after me" Brad said turning me around. Every time I looked he took my breath away "You will be late for work" I said as his faced move closer to mine. The way he kissed me in the shower was unlike any other kiss, it usually started off with several small kisses before he would go full on. But today his mouth parted immediately with no hesitation, my mouth was ready to receive him and our tongues met as his lips closed in pressing firmly against mine. We stood there with the warm water cascading over our bodies enhancing the sensation we both felt as we shared one of the best loving kisses. My heart was pounding from desire, baby steps I reminded myself, although today was a big leap in the way he was reacting to me and feeling my body as we kissed. I pushed him off 'Shower, work' I reminded him leaving him under the shower receiving a gentle slap on the ass from him. The only thing on my mind at the moment was the thought of me sitting there beating off to him showering, I shook my head giggling and wondering if I was becoming an over horned up sex maniac. Anyway I did, not beat off you understand, I sat on the floor drying my self watching my muscle jock, yeah he wasn't as built like Eddie, instead he was beautifully formed and I could understand why all the girls from high school swooned over him. I was so in love with him, no one ever had or would ever take my breath away like he did and would do so in my life. I walked with him to the garage and kissed him goodbye and walked outside as he drove off with Seth. My mother had already left for work so was alone with Maria the housekeeper. I watched the SUV disappear and looked around at the expanse of land and how the sunlight danced across the fields towards the trees hiding the Medina river underneath. This place, the place I never thought I would be happy living at looked to be the most wonderful place on earth right now. It was like magic prevailed and Medina had cast a spell that washed over me like a warming gentle breeze, I felt more a part of Medina than I ever had...