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Not been used for some time but still proud to see it gaping and refusing to close…. Much prefer to refer to it as my Mancunt rather than hole. 🐷🍆💪🏻

In principle, that's a fine idea. In practice, the Backroom is as close to that as our fearless host @rawTOP is willing to go. Because. A lot of people out there and on here are NOT grownass adults. A lot of other people out there (and hopefully not on here, but as a matter of cold hard reality, nothing is stopping them from signing up) are actively out to get us. Obscenity laws and FOSTA/SESTA and new obscenity laws in various jurisdictions (thanks a bundle, Moms For Liberty) are a very real thing. Litigation is expensive. I'm sure I could come up with other reasons, but you get the point. @rawTOP has actually spelled all of this out in detail here (and in topics referenced therein): As for anyone being "demonized" or "abused" by the moderators - the idea that a system in which there are rules that are enforced, with a way of bookkeeping and assigning penalties that is not arbitrary (there are actually standard penalties for all of these categories) - is tantamount to abuse or demonization is childish at best. Try to think of a 6-point penalty as the BZ equivalent of a speeding ticket. Because that's what it is. That said, we really do try (admittedly harder on some days than on others) to apply them all fairly and to give people the benefit of the doubt if something is minor, or clearly an overstepping in the heat of the moment, or a newbie mistake, or any number of other mitigating factors. More than once, I have done exactly as @AlwaysOpen suggests above and reached out to an author to iron things out before simply handing out penalties.

Yep. Just lime my other story, the next chapter is started, but work ate most of my time to work on it. Hope to have both out this week.

In my case this wasn't true at all. However, if I am being honest about it, the height of the pandemic period during 2020 and early 2021 was one of my most sexually active periods, as hard as that may be to believe for many. I made the decision early on that I wasn't going to change my sexual activities. Provided of course I could find sexual partners - and I didn't have any trouble with that. I think working from home made it easier for many to hookup spontaneously. My work days were punctuated by brief breaks to take (and sometimes give) loads from guys. I will admit I found it amusing when I had 'Taking Loads Now' and my load count for that day up on my Grindr/Scruff/BBRT profile, etc, how many guy who loudly stated "No Hookups at this time" on their profile messaged me for no string sex.! All the usual sex venues were closed (officially at least, I know some of a couple of saunas in the UK that held private events during lockdowns) but pre-2020 I used to host private groups, so just did that. I have two houses, one in London and one outside the city and they are both reasonably spacious, so that was useful for holding group fucks.

For me, the sound of the chains rattling while I’m being fucked in a sling enhances the experience but then I’m into the aural experience as well… the sounds of sex as well as well as verbal.

My regular fuck boy, Drew is away for a few days - he’s being fucked by a Berlin leather daddy. I was real horny last night and I wasn’t up for jerkin off again - I needed to breed. I texted a buddy of Drew’s Ryan. He’s a cute lad and I’ve had a 3some with him and Drew in the past he and Drew have fucked regularly but he’s only ever sucked my cock. So I sent him a pic of my hard cock dripping precum and said Drew's away and I needed to fuck and seed his ass so how about it. He said yes and came over an hour later. I was already naked when he got here so I undressed him and took him to my bed. Ryan’s got a beaut firm ass so I put him on his belly and opened his legs. I buried my face in his crack and forced my tongue deep in his hole. Man he smelled great and tasted better. I ate his ass and lounged his hole - had him moaning and writhing under me. I couldn’t wait so I mounted him and slowly went balls deep up his chute. I fukkin grunted - his hole felt awesome gripping my cock. I said “you understand Ryan, I’m in you bareback and I intend to shoot my load in you” He whispered “yeah” With that I started fucking him and within 10 minutes I was pumping a big load of sperm deep in his hole. After I shot my load he came over my chest and laid on top of me.I asked him to stay the night and he did. I sucked him off in the morning - nice load. Yeah I texted Drew to tell him what I did with his buddy.

MIGHT BE fiction! We were playing in a dark maze at the top level of the sauna, with a mixture of tops and bottoms and a sling. A patron that I was bending and sucking his dick, starts trembling and apologies and asked to be excused, he was walking unsteadily and slow away from me and I led him to a small private room within the dark maze to settle down. he laid down, and I could have a better look at him, he is a 40+ year old average looking bear and was shaking/shivering uncontrollably and running a temperature. “It got worse” he lamented. An awkward silence and he got weaker and laid on the bed. I spread his legs, lubing his hole, (I’m vers), and finger him, his insides are clean, and I lube my cock and start to missionary him looking into his eyes, hoping that I’m fucking a newly Pozzed ass. i start to engage in poztalk with him, and he reciprocated positively (pun intended)- appears that he also suspect that he is going through early stage of his fuck flu 🙂 it makes my dick harder and I seldom top, but this is making me very horny, although I’m shooting blanks into him. i didn’t last long on his newly Pozzed, feverish arse, and I blew my load into him. About to leave when I saw his rock hard dick pointing at me, but I’ve came and would have lesser inhibition to be a bottom. Hence, I start wanking him off, with more poztalk and telling him sweet nothings. I stroke his chest and play with his nipples and sense his body tensing up, I quickly went down on him to take his very fresh and new poz load. i made my leave from the room, I start drinking a little and slowly enjoying my well earn poz cum. Then I passed by the dark maze with the sling, I recognise the same unwanted bottom hogging the sling with actions happening beside him (this sling lizard doesn’t gets the hint doesn’t him?) I went up to the unwanted bottom and slowly spit out the poz cum to lube his bottom, and he was so excited and I am careful to spit out bit by bit , to minimise wastage. Eventually I gave him all my hard earn poz cum into his well lube arse, and I kiss his forehead and say “nah, I’ve came already, and am helping you get lubed up for other tops” I winked at him and left the sauna.

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. ***

So thank you for the loads and your piss. round 2 tonight 😊😊😊

I’ve done A2M for years and thoroughly enjoy it but the fact is I know my cleanliness status. I’ve had total spur of the moment sessions where I was “unprepared” and it was obvious right away which ended the “moment” for me and I stopped it even tho my bf laughed it off as a”it happens” moment.

Balls deep breeding please 😈😈

I ended up in hospital from rimming! Got HIV2 and 1 badly. It hasn’t stopped me rimming though.

For those interested in health info about oral/anal. 🙂 "Rimming carries a risk of passing on or contracting sexually transmitted infections (STIs). According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC)Trusted Source, there is a risk of the following STIs from oral sex: chlamydia gonorrhea syphilis herpes HPV HIV trichomoniasis There is also a risk of contracting bacterial infections or parasites, such as E.coli or giardia, from contact with the anus. People can transmit a type of bacteria called Shigella through oral-anal sexual contact, causing a gastrointestinal infection called shigellosis. Hepatitis B and C are infections that people can pass on through bodily fluids. A person may be at risk of one of these infections if they have any cuts or sores that come into contact with the bodily fluids of a person who has one. There is also a risk of contracting hepatitis A from oral contact with the anus. To reduce the risk of passing on a bacterial infection, people will need to avoid rimming if they have any symptoms of a stomach bug, such as diarrhea, constipation, or vomiting. They should also wait until any cuts or sores around the anus or mouth heal before giving or receiving rimming." [think before following links] https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/rimming#who-does-it

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.

Totally agree with badjujuboy it’s part of the intensity and experience 🐷

My pleasure, slut!

You can bet your bottom dollar that Ryan texted Drew about it too.

My favorite is attaching the leg straps to the forward chains - i.e. those suspending the bottom's "head" area, furthest from me. I use heavy duty clips, which can be attached to any of the 4 chains, and at any link. This provides the most visually-appealing access to the Hole, and accentuates it's accessibility. If it proves uncomfortable for the bottom, it can be easily adjusted, including lowering the clips adjacent to the bottom's head if necessary. Of course, the body-type (i.e. tall, short) needs to be taken into consideration, so as not to cause discomfort. For me, the more the Hole is presented in the most vulgar and visually appealing way - legs spread as wide and over the bottom's chest as is comfortable - the better.

Just now. Guy of Sniffies hit me up saying he has a load for me, so who am I to say no? Claimed to be Chubby, 8", 220, black ... more like fat, 280 6" (but stll black). Oh well, I was face down, ass up like a good cum dump should be when he came in, but he moved me around until I was ass up on the couch.. Where he proceeded to really fuck me. He pounded me for a while then he made me beg for his cum, so I did and was promptly rewarded with his load in my ass. I sent him a text on Sniffies to say thank you, and he said he needed some more of 'that ass' so I told him it was where he left it. About 15 minutes later he texts 'OMW, Be on the couch'. OK... so I wait around and when he drives up I assume my position on the couch... He starts fucking and pumps in load #2. Takes a 5 minute break, then pumps in load #3 I can feel the cum running out of me... Takes another 5 minute break and starts fucking me when my phone rings... he told me to answer it while he was fucking my ass... luckily it was a cold call so no idea who was who on either side... then he gives me load #4. He asks for a glass of water, then sets up his phone for a facetime chat, and as soon as the other end answers he mounts up and starts a conversation about what a cum dump I am and how much he enjoys fucking my fat white ass, and then hos friend is telling him to fuck me harder and give me another load... so them I got load #5. Honestly, nothing like this has ever happened to me, so I am happy that I was able to give him that much enjoyment, all the while getting my ass plowed, which felt sooo good. He took a shower then headed out after which I sat no the couch and marveled in the fuck I just received while the cum oozed out of my well used pussy.

Chapter 5: Turning Points On Wednesday afternoon, Laszlo walked into the Hawaiian Nine office suite just as Jim and Steve were sauntering out of Daniel’s private office into the reception area. “He’s free, Laszlo, just go on in.” Jim sounded like a man on a mission. But Steve put out a hand and stopped Jim from leaving, then spoke. “Hey, Laszlo, I’d like to keep in touch. Let’s swap numbers.” Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, suddenly I’m not good enough for you any more?” he asked mockingly – then chuckled. Steve, though, replied in an unusually serious tone. “Jim, I think it would be a good idea for us to keep in contact with Laszlo.” The numbers duly exchanged, the two of them hugged and kissed the younger man, and then went on their way. And Laszlo went in. Outside the building, Jim said, “Well?” in a curious tone of voice. “Well, what?” “You know what, Steve. Why did you want Laszlo’s number?” “Just a sixth sense. I get the feeling that Daniel is about to do something big and make some sort of major change in his life. If he does, I just have a feeling that he might let Laszlo know what he’s up to. I’m sure it’s not love, but there’s some sort of special comfort zone there for him. I want to know where to locate Laszlo if we need to ask about Daniel.” Jim nodded. “That’s good thinking. I didn’t pick up anything particular about them myself, but I sure as hell trust your judgement.” Steve laughed. “You’re just saying that because I thought it was safe to confide in you with my feelings. So I did -- and look where it got us!” The two of them laughed and kissed. On entering Daniel’s office, the first thing Laszlo noticed was a facial expression that he’d never seen on the boss before. Daniel was staring off into space, almost as if he was off on another planet or something. His elbows were propped on the desk, forearms pointing up, fingers linked together, and his chin was resting on his linked fingers. Who knew where the rest of him had gone to? Laszlo gently cleared his throat. “Ahem, Daniel.” Daniel shook out of it. “Hi, Laszlo. Is the door closed?” Laszlo nodded. “Have a seat.” He got up and poured a pair of scotches out of a decanter, handing one to Laszlo, and then sat down again. “So, what’s this about Daniel?” “A couple of things, Laszlo. First of all, and most important, I need you to promise me absolute secrecy about everything I’m going to tell you. These are things no one else knows yet – not Jim and Steve, not Lianne, no one.” “Promise.” “Right. Here it is, then. I’m planning to retire and sell the business.” Laszlo stared at him in shock. Finally, words returned to him. “Are you mad?” Daniel chuckled. “Hardly that. But I’m also damned if I’m going to be like Mark the Meatman” – and here he referred by nickname to a once-popular but now over-the-hill porn star and producer – “and keep going until I’m so old that I can only attract viewers by appearing in cradle-robber scenes. I want to go out when I’m on top of my game and on top of the business.” Laszlo studied him carefully. Perhaps he was young, but he was also uncommonly perceptive and sensed that there was more. “Is that all?” “No. I’m also getting bored with the whole routine. Running around raising money, sucking up to ageing queens with deep pockets, screening applicants for scenes, holding the loads in, swearing off for days at a time just to get a good money shot. I’m fed up.” “So what’s your timeline for that.” “That’s the second part of what I want to tell you. I’m going to finish off the film we just shot, then film one more – and call it quits after that one gets released. I wanted to tell you now because I’m going to bill you as the star in that final film, let you pick where you’d like to film and work with whoever you want to work with.” “For reals?” Daniel nodded, smiling at Laszlo’s obvious eagerness to get going. “Wow, I’d love to do another scene with Steve – I mean Rod.” “Sorry, Laszlo, that’s the one that’s off the list. He’s told me twice now that he’s retired again and this time it’s for good.” Laszlo’s face dropped. “Hey, don’t look like that. You got a chance to work with him and breed him, and have him breed you, and that’s something only the two of us have ever done on video.” “How could I forget? My ass was still sore when we got to the orgy scene.” “I thought you were acting a bit – ‘restrained’ – that day.” They both laughed. Both men were familiar with the aftermath of a ramming from Rod Rammer. But then Daniel went on. “Anyway, like I said, that’s only a planning-stage item for now. But give it some thought and get a preliminary list ready.” “So, Daniel, what’s going to happen when you sell out?” “I’m going to include a condition of sale that the buyer has to keep our videos in circulation for a minimum period of 5 years, under the Hawaiian Nine name. And there’s going to be another condition. Just let me find the envelope. I already gave Steve his package.” Daniel sorted through a pile of stuff on the desk, fished up and envelope, and handed it to Laszlo. “Go ahead, open it.” Laszlo ripped off the end and pulled out a payment notice. “Three hundred forty-seven dollars and fifty-four cents. What’s this for?” “Your royalties. Our last film was such a huge success that I decided to give everyone a royalty on sales and streaming rights. Two cents per streaming, ten cents per full sale. That’s your first payment, based on all the income so far. You should see it land in your bank account today. We’re going to use the same system for the last two films. And the buyer of the company has to keep up the royalty payments as long as they keep the films in circulation.” Laszlo got up, walked around the desk, and gave Daniel a huge hug and a kiss. “Thank you, Daniel. Not just for this, but for launching my career, and for giving me the lead position in your final film production. You’re the best!” Daniel smiled as he patted his enthusiastic young star on the back. But then he returned to business. “And remember, all of this is confidential. Everyone is getting an email with the royalty notice today, and the payments are being deposited, but that’s all that anyone except you knows.” Laszlo gripped his hand firmly and looked him squarely in the eye. “I promise.” And after a few more final words, he went his way. Out on the street, Laszlo fingered the payment notice in his pocket. The whole thing – the royalty payment, the offer of a starring role, the news that Daniel was going to slide out the door – it had all become surreal to him. The one thing Laszlo realized, loud and clear, was that in a year or less he was going to have to say goodbye to Daniel – and might well never see him again. Now, there was a depressing thought. Daniel had been a good mentor, and Laszlo had felt instinctively that special comfort zone with Daniel which he hadn’t felt with too many other guys – certainly not with his ex. What Laszlo hadn’t clued into at all was the significance of the statement that nobody but him knew about Daniel’s plans for the future. Laszlo wandered along the street, the vibrant life of WeHo flowing all around him, but he wasn’t really noticing it, immersed as he was in his thoughts. Then a voice spoke to him -- and he snapped out of his preoccupation. “You’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” The speaker was a tall, lean guy, wearing a tight tee shirt and very short shorts. Well worth a second look in any company, Laszlo thought. Then he took that second look. “Adam!” “Yes, it’s me all right.” “So why didn’t you call me by my real name?” In a slightly sarcastic accent, Adam replied, “I thought you might have gotten a name change when you went in for the enhancement surgery.” They both laughed and Adam went on. “You didn’t waste any time snagging a new guy for yourself after we split.” “What new guy?” “Give me a break, Laszlo. Word on the street all over town is that you and the Hawaiian Nine are shacked up together.” “Twenty-four years old and you still believe everything you hear from that no-name myth, the Word on the Street. In this case, the Word is dead wrong.” “Okayyy.” But Adam sounded doubtful. “But tell me one thing. How did he get you to open up and give him your ass? I tried for the best part of three years, and you were all ‘No – strictly top only.’ And my hole still aches, just from remembering.” “To answer your question, he told me that he hoped I’d be willing to switch up on camera, and I thought about it and decided to go for it. I warned him that I was still a bottom virgin, and he took an afternoon to break me in gently before filming time.” “Damn. I’d love to have you demonstrate your new talent for me.” Adam reached down and “adjusted” the basket of his shorts. “Want to come – up?” “Well, you’re sure not wasting any time, are you? But fair warning – I’m strictly verse now.” Five minutes later, they were naked in Adam’s apartment. Adam had has arms wrapped around Laszlo and was busy kissing him with plenty of tongue while his hands kneaded Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks. Laszlo had his hand fastened on Adam’s cock and was squeezing it, feeling the growing wetness in the palm of his hand. He remembered how he’d used to wonder what it would feel like having Adam inside his ass, but he’d been too scared to try. Now that he’d experienced multiple fuckings from the Hawaiian Nine and the redoubtable Rod Rammer, among others, he wondered why this long but much more slender tool could ever have scared him. Dropping to his knees, Laszlo went to work on Adam’s cock, sucking it deep into his throat and then pulling back and working on it with lips and tongue before deep throating it again. Adam gasped and moaned with pleasure and surprise. He plainly hadn’t expected Laszlo’s technique to have become so much more advanced in the two years since they’d split. And Laszlo went right on surprising him, coming up for some advanced tongue work on Adam’s nipples, then licking all the way down his ridged abs and back to the cock, which he proceeded to swallow. Laszlo had learned a special torsion trick from Eddie during a private session, working his head around in a circle while sucking as he rocked it from side to side. Adam was groaning nonstop, never having experienced such a virtuoso professional blowjob and starting to be scared that he was going to lose his load before he finally got to experience Laszlo’s asscunt. Finally Adam grabbed him and pulled him up for some more kissing, then spun him around and pushed him face down across the bed. Laszlo bent his hips just enough to make his ass lift into the air at a perky, enticing angle. Adam quickly took the hint and pushed his face into the crack, kissing and licking at the sides and at the hole as Laszlo moaned and twisted around on the bed from the sensations. Adam had come a long way from the days when he’d begged, in vain, for a shot at Laszlo’s ass. He’d fucked a number of bottoms since then, all of whom liked the way his long thin dick could tickle their prostates without shredding the ring while slamming in and out of their holes. As his tongue dug into the target, worming its way ever deeper inside, Laszlo yelped aloud, caught by surprise at the realization that his ex-boyfriend had become a real specialist in the fine art of rimming. Laszlo also realized that he was probably in for a memorable fucking to follow. He wasn’t wrong. When Adam finally felt the hole open up and beg for it, he swiftly got into position, spat in his hand and rubbed it on his painfully rigid cock, and pressed the head against Laszlo’s hole – which readily gave way and invited him in. Laszlo let out a drawn out “Ohhhh… fuuuuck…” as Adam’s long shaft slowly pushed all the way into him in a single continuous slide. A moment later, Adam was lying down full length along Laszlo’s back, slowly rocking his hips to make his cock stir around like a mixing spoon inside the newly-opened ass. With his head next to Laszlo’s ear, Adam quietly purred, “You like that?” “Ohhh… yeah… feels so… ohhh… you’re rubbing me so good….” Adam moved his hands away from Laszlo’s shoulders to press down on the bed on either side, and then reared up into a push-up position and began pumping his cock slowly, but with full-length strokes, in and out of Laszlo’s supine body. “Ohhh… fuck, yeah… give it to me harder!” Adam obligingly speeded up, gradually working up to full-throttle pounding into the now-totally-opened ass underneath him. His hips were smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks as his cock pounded faster and faster into the hole. Laszlo was giving out a steady stream of “oh, yeah” and “fuck” as Adam worked him over. It was more than anyone could keep up with for long. Going nonstop at this furious pace was bringing Adam closer and closer to the moment of truth, and as his breathing got faster and more ragged, Laszlo sensed it. “Come on, Adam, fucking pound me!” “Gonna… gonna cum!” “Yes! Let it fly – fill me up. I want that load. Cum in my ass!” Suddenly Adam groaned aloud, slammed all the way in, and held it there as his cock convulsed, blowing a thick stream of juices into Laszlo’s cunt. After the first three bursts, he repeatedly punched his cock in to force the further shots as far inside as possible. “Fuck!” Adam cried as his cock continued firing bolts of cum. At last, his orgasm trailed off and his cock gave its final twitches inside Laszlo, the last few drops of his load slowly dribbling out. Finally, he withdrew, slowly, and watched in awe as Laszlo’s hole hung open, with Adam’s seed slowly sliding out and dripping down his taint to land on the bed underneath him. Adam wiped his cockhead on Laszlo’s cheeks and continued to gaze on his handiwork. At last, Laszlo slowly rolled over onto his back, bringing his still-erect cock into view. Laszlo had what Adam thought idly was an almost demonic grin. There was also an unmistakable smirk to be heard in his voice when he spoke. “Damn good – for the first act.” “The first act?” Adam sounded puzzled. But before he could ask any questions, Laszlo reared up off the bed, grabbed Adam and flung him down onto his back on the covers, and seized his legs, pulling them up in the air to expose his ass. Laszlo promptly dived down and began to rim Adam at full speed, working his tongue all over and around the hole and along the sides of his crack while Adam gasped in surprise and then began moaning as the sensations hit him. He moaned even louder as a finger worked its way inside his hole and began to rotate. “Oh, fuck, Laszlo, keep doing that!” “You’re tight.” “Haven’t been fucked for months. But I want it!” “Coming right up.” Laszlo pulled away, drooled some spit onto his cock, spat into Adam’s crack, and worked it in, then planted his cock at the opening and began to lean. “You want it?” “Yes!” “Beg for it.” “Please! Quit teasing me, Laszlo, I want that dick inside me. Give it to me now! Please!” Laszlo pushed harder, popped through the ring, and then slowly slid the rest of the way in. Adam rested his muscular legs on Laszlo’s shoulders, and Laszlo pushed farther forward until Adam was bent double, and Laszlo was lying right down on top of him, face to face. This was his favourite position for fucking. He loved watching all the expressions on a bottom’s face as he plowed in and out. Now, as he began working Adam over, he could see that old familiar blissed-out look which meant that Adam was enjoying himself. Laszlo was too. He had forgotten just how well Adam’s hole could caress and squeeze him as he slid back and forth. But he knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d already gotten far too wound up from being fucked by Adam for the first time, and he could already feel his load climbing up the shaft and moving into firing position. “Fuck! Can’t hold off… gonna cum….” “Yeah! Give it to me. I want to feel your sperm inside me! Knock me up, Laszlo! Breed me!” Laszlo was moving faster and faster, his hips turning into a blur as he slammed down repeatedly onto Adam’s powerful thighs doubled up under him. His cock was racing in and out, faster and faster, and then all at once the moment was there. “Ohhh… fuuuck…!” He jammed his hips down, shoving his cock all the way inside Adam’s tight butt, and let the jizz fly, his muscles pumping shot after shot of cream deep into Adam’s hole, which kept right on working on his cock, squeezing and releasing, as his own orgasm peaked, and he shot all over his own pecs and abs. Then they lay there, still joined together, kissing and stroking, as their cocks slowly deflated and Laszlo at last slipped out of Adam’s ass. After they’d laid there together for a few minutes, Laszlo got up out of bed and began to dress, while Adam watched him with an expression made up of equal parts quizzical, ironic, and disappointed. “Just Mr. Fuck and Run now?” Laszlo turned and fixed Adam with a serious gaze that stopped him dead in his tracks. He’d never seen Laszlo looking so determined, and so sad at the same time. “Adam, I spent over two years with you, and I can tell exactly where your mind is going. You’re obviously hoping that we’re going to get back together.” Adam said nothing. There was no point. Laszlo really did have his number. “That’s not in the cards. I’m not the same guy I was when we were together, not at all. Experience has changed me – and I don’t just mean the experience of fucking on video for money.” “Well, what do you mean?” “I’ve gotten to see real love in action. And if you don’t know yet who I mean, the Word on the Street is sure to get the bulletin soon enough. It’s going to be the shortest two careers in porn history. Two scenes each in one film, and I’d say it’s a 99% certainty that they’re both going to call it a day at that point. Not quite as certain, but I’d still give 70% odds that there’s going to be a wedding there before too long.” “Hmm, not you and the Hawaiian Nine, then.” “That’s right. As I told you before, we are not an item. Anyway, he’s so screwed up inside that I don’t think he’d know love if it jumped up in his face and slapped him upside the head. But after seeing – well, just call them A and Z for now – together, I can begin to sense what the real thing looks and feels like. It helped, too, when I read this quote on my socials: ‘If you have to ask yourself if you are in love, the answer is always no.’” “I get it. You were asking yourself when we were together.” “Yes. I was. Sorry, Adam, but that’s the reality. We had two good years in spite of ourselves, but we can’t go back. It was fun playing together again, but it has to end here.” With that, Laszlo – now fully dressed – walked over to the bed, kissed Adam goodbye, and went. Moments later, out in the street, he found he was crying. He knew exactly why. He’d been completely truthful with Adam, but the truth had to have hurt the guy, and hurting other people hurt Laszlo – badly. He was the kind of person who was all man, but he had a strong motherly streak in him that made him want to kiss everyone on their sore spots and make them all better. But Laszlo needed someone to kiss him and make him better too. And here he hadn’t told Adam the whole truth, only part of it. The truth, as he finally admitted to himself, was that he was in love with Daniel and didn’t know what to do about it.

Chris leaked when Manetti squeezed his dick. His still hard purple head was covered in spooge and Manetti wanted to torture the kid for a bit, polishing his nob, just cuz he could. The palm of his hand went back and forth as Chris squirmed in pleasure and pain under his control. “Stop! Nooo,” he laughed howling and thrashing. The wall phone in the kitchen immediately began to ring and light flood into their darkened room from across the airshaft. The light brought Manetti more in focus to Chris, breaking their intimacy slightly. As his mind settled back from his raging high, what they had just done started to frighten him a little. Manetti’s slimy cock slid out of Chris' ass like a fat slug. There was an audible 'plop' like a cork as it popped out of the grip of his sphincter, and he felt a small amount of liquid dribbled out his crack, down his tail bone and slide under his back. Manetti went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver and silently listened. "Thanks," he finally said. "Yes, he definitely has a hot pussy, Master," said Manetti into the receiver. The long phone cord allowed him to come back into the room talking. "We were that loud, huh?" He gave Chris an 'oops' look. "Well, I'm glad it enticed you, Sir." Manetti paused, then was quiet for quite a while, considering the proposal from the person on the other end of the line. He grew serious looking at Chris while the voice on the other end continued speaking. There was a pause on the other end, seeming to wait for Manetti to reply. Then the voice added a few words, which brought a smile to Manetti’s lips. "Well, we were probably going to bed, but I think our boy could be convinced otherwise. What do you say, Chief?" Manetti asked the bound boy covering the mouthpiece. "Up for a drop-by to my Master’s? Could be worth your while," he said rubbing his fingers together and wiggling his dark brows. "Even might be the beginning of a long term plan. A little for you, a cut for me, and the rest for Master. Maybe the plan you were looking for, Chief." Manetti’s teeth glowed in the light from across the airshaft. Chris gave him an I-don’t-know look in return. Frankly, he'd do what Manetti wanted him to do as long as Manetti was there. Back to the phone, he said, "Sure, the kid's psyched to meet you. We’ll come over right away." He paused. "Yes, Sir, I know what you like. I'll get him prepped just like that. Right, give us a little time then." Another pause, then a finger went up Chris’ hole. “Yep, he’s still wet but his hole is tightening.” Manetti sucked his finger smiling at Chris. “Sure, I have some G. Will do.” He went back into the kitchen and hung up. "Boy, to get through this night, I think we need to up your game." Manetti came back into the room and stopped by the bookcase and picked up the box with the orange tipped needles. He came over to Chris, who suddenly became alarmed, shook his head emphatically side to side. Manetti saw the kid stressing and put his hand on his face to reassure him. “Nah, Chief, nothing like that,” he said lifting out a little vial of liquid, putting a reassuring hand on Chris’ beating heart. “Only a couple of drops of G right now to prep you.” He took an eyedropper and counted out some drops in his water glass, swirled it around, and put the class up to Chris’ mouth. “What is it?” “Something that’ll take the edge of the booty bump I gave you. Makes you relax. Kind of like a warm bathtub. Nasty tasting though,” he broke into an evil grin. “But you like nasty, right?” Chris took a sip and made a face. “Yeah, I know. Here, I’ll take some too so we’ll be on the same planet, okay?” Manetti drank and made the same face as Chris. He got Chris to drink a little more. “Drink me, Alice,” Manetti said in a tiny voice. “You’ll need it to get through the door.” Chris gave him a blank look. “Never mind. Here, take this too. It’s a muscle relaxer. I think you’ll need it.” He put a white pill on Chris' tongue, and let him wash it down with a last sip from the glass. “Why do I need a muscle relaxer? Is he going to fuck me, Mike?” “Most definitely, he’s going to fuck you, buddy, and he’s a lot bigger than me, and I ain’t no small zucchini, am I?” “Oh shit.” Chris' head fell backward. “Yeah, but on the bright side look how hard you are. I gotta warn you though, if you come with me, Master Drax does believes in everyone slamming and doesn’t take no for an answer. So rule number one: never say no. He has lots of ways to make you say yes and they aren't any fun, believe me. Second rule: don't say 'I can't.' To him that translates to 'I won't.'" Chris looked trouble. Manetti went on, "Your Catholic so you'll get this: Saying no means he can always change your mind, so to him that's a venial sin. But refusing him outright, saying you won't? That's a mortal sin. And you don't want to do that. Ever. Got it?” “I think I wanna stay here, if that’s alright.” “You're scared of needles cuz of your ma, huh?” asked Manetti, with a note of compassion. “Your brother told me she was tasting even before Carl came sniffing around. He said last time he checked in with you guys, she was living with Carl, but she was married to her H.” “Can you untie me?” Chris asked. Manetti removed his cuffs and Chris slid out of the sling and sat on the futon crossed legged. He started looking around the room then looked at his boner. “Man, is this ever going down?” He tried to make a joke of it, but Manetti saw the G was making only a mild dent in his mood. He was playing again with himself, pinching his nipples, which seemed to be something new to him, was a tactic, thought Manetti, to try and take his mind off his family and this, Manetti saw, wasn't working. The Prior Puss was taking over the evening. Manetti knew he had to distract the kid for a while for the G to take full effect. “Hey, how’d you like me to shave you?" Chris perked up and looked at him curiously. "I shave Ben all the time and he loves it. It’ll really calm you down. It goes well with G too. Wanna try?" His caterpillar eyebrows wiggled. "I love shaving your brother.” “What do I do?” “Nothing but lie there. Just look pretty." Manetti went toward the bathroom. "Like you could ever not look pretty.” The words did their job and Chris laid down smiling. Manetti went in and made preparations. Chris lay there blushing and grinning to himself. He could see why Ben liked this guy. “But I like my bush,” he called out to Manetti in mock protest. He felt his small bush. Not much of one he had to admit. “You clip it, baby. Think it makes you look bigger, right? Ya’know you got nothing to be ashamed of.” He came back in with a bowl of water, shaving cream, and a straight razor. "I know you'll enjoy this." He sat next to Chris, and set out his wares. "Listen: Master Drax has special tastes. We're start with the simplest. He likes his new boys shaved. Everywhere." Manetti wrang out a wash cloth over the pan and soak the little bit of blond pubes Chris had. "You like keeping it short. But maybe you don't want them at all. Prefer to stay a boy." He sprayed foam in his hand and covered Chris' pubes. For pleasure or torture, he also coated his shaft and balls, massaging it in until Chris was squirming again in his hand. A few well-placed strokes of the razor and Chris' pubes were gone. He spent special time kneading his balls, flattening them out, squeezing them hard. Part pain and eventually part pleasure for Chris. "Lay your arms back." His pits were easy to shave. While on the second pit, Manetti said, "Man, how long since you showered, boy?" "A month, I guess." Chris was starting to float in his body. He succumbed the water and the warmth of the rag. With Manetti taking care of him, they were bonding closer. It was a feeling he didn't want to stop. "A month?" he asked incredulously. "Last gym class I took, I guess. After that I stopped going to school." "Well, no wonder you smell like a hobo." He gave a small laugh as he scraped the last of Chris' arm pit hair. "Master's probably gonna like your smell. Once I finish your butt, I should probably douse you with a finishing touch." Chris opened his eyes to see Manetti pretending to take a wiz on him. Chris mouthed silently, fuck, yeah, agreeing to whatever came into Manetti's dirty mind. "Up, Chief. Back in the sling." Chris got up slowly, then slunk back in the sling and put his legs in the stirrups. Manetti moved down below Chris' butt hole, pulled up a stool and started soaping his crack. To Chris, the feeling was sensuous; to Manetti it was salacious. He played with the boy's hole for a while, prying it apart with two fingers up and down, and then side to side. He spat in it and pulled some of his own cum out to use as lube. He stuck a finger deep inside, rubbing his prostate and generally feeling out the kid's hole. Chris head lolled to the side enjoying the sensations, looking up to the mirror occasionally catching Manetti brown head studying his anal anatomy. Soon, with a few deft strokes, his cheeks were soft and smooth. His purple hand prints were fading to pink. "Okay, hardest part. You're nicely stretched but I want you to remain totally relaxed." He took the straight razor and made micro-scrapes against the boy sphincter. Each stroke made the boy clench. He stopped for a moment, stood up, and smacked his ass hard. "I'm serious now, boy. Stop flinching or I'm going to slice you. I'm a lot more careful than Master would be, so you want me doing this, not him." Chris bit his lip. He liked when Manetti ordered him around, but he was apprehensive if he could keep his hole perfectly relaxed. "I'll try." "Rule three: there is no try, only do. Think Yoda. Seriously, I'm going to put this inside you," he said holding up the straight razor. "I'll be twisting it a full three-sixty. If Master finds even one hair in there I can guarantee you your ass is going to be a bloody mess when he's done. Trust me, I know. Picture my hole for a minute. Yours is a piece of cake." Chris felt the warm washcloth wipe the remainder of soap away. He then felt Manetti's tongue circle his hole, licking the edges then spiraling deep inside. It felt fantastic. His hole relaxed even more the deeper Manetti's tongue went. Then he felt the cool razor slide ever so gently and slowly into his hole. He concentrated on how relaxed he was under Manetti's spell, how much he liked him, put all his trust in him. Thought only of that. He felt the razor slowly twisted around his open hole. Six, then seven nicks of stray hairs he felt intensely as if they were being ripped out of him. Still he remained open. "Good boy. I'm coming out." The blade fell out slowly. It almost tickled. At the last moment of contact, however, he couldn't hold back a last minute flinch. The blade pricked him only slightly, but enough to draw a small trickle of blood. It stung and his sphincter went into delayed spasms, pushing some residual cum out his hole. Manetti lapped at it without without scolding him. His tongue was soothing though Chris knew blood, saliva and Manetti's cum was mixing in his wound. But the lapping tongue was hypnotic. Minutes went by silently. His sphincter stopped clenching and he lightly dozed off feeling Manetti tongue going on for eternity. Not caring what happened next. Remembering only Manetti's tongue lulling him to sleep. He would fall asleep every night like this if he was Manetti's. *** But he wasn't Manetti's. First one hand was pulled up and buckled in place. Then the other. Still he was content and floating like a baby in a swing. "Good boy. Now for your reward." From far away he heard the words and responded like he was still asleep. "What?" His words felt unnaturally slow coming out of him. "Wait." He realized his arms were again bound. "Wait. What...?" Through droopy eyes he saw Manetti take out a prepared point. "Just a small one, Chief. It'll put you in the right frame of mind to meet Master. He's expecting it." Manetti tied a rubber tourniquet around Chris' small bicep and began tapping the crook of his arm. It was pretty easy to find a vein on the skinny boy. He found a juicy one and told the kid to hold still or he might hurt him. Chris stopped squirming and watched with fascinated horror as the needle found it target. "Stick. Tell me if this burns." A swirl of red flooded into the vile and slowly Manetti unloaded the liquid into Chris' vein. The boy felt nothing immediately as Manetti withdrew the needle and pressed his thumb on the point of entry. His other hand unleashed the tourniquet, just as the boy coughed. Chris panicked. Manetti stood above him, his face easing into that large shark smile he'd had before. "That's it, my red blooded American boy." He watched the kid flush beet red, going through alternating phases. Panic turned to ecstasy, turned back to panic. "Just ride it. That's it. Enjoy it." "Too intense." Manetti leaned over Chris' face. He knew what would help the kid. He pushed his pec out to hover over his face, unleashing one of the boy's arms. Chris put his hand on Manetti's chest, felt the muscle flexing just for him. He caressed the hair, found the pierced nipple. Manetti bent even lower to the boy. Chris started sucking away, nursing like an infant, both metal and flesh. Chris looked up at Manetti and met the shark smile with one of his own. A smile shaded with a bit of evil he'd never let out before. He struggled to get up forgetting his other hand was still bound. Manetti helped him get it off. Chris buried his face in the man's chest, inhaling him, licking him. Put his face under Manetti’s armpit. Manetti took pleasure in letting him lick the pit, then helped him get up. Chris slid off the sling and began pacing around the bedroom murmuring fuck repeatedly. "How's that feel? You like?" Chris couldn't form any words but held up his thumb. "Go ahead and lay down. Enjoy the rush. Just ride it through." As he sat he fell back, feeling like he was falling down a rabbit hole, that the ceiling was rising above him, his vision was crossed and he felt the rush of euphoria jet through him. He was giddy, flush with excitement, he only wished Manetti's cock was back inside him. "Fuck," he grabbed onto the only words that made sense, confessing, "I feel like a little boy with you. I want you to molest me." He felt around his smooth, wet hole and stuck a couple of fingers inside. Manetti laugh. "You feel it don't you. Feel all those carnal urges you've buried. You want to suck a dog dick, don't you?" "Yeah. Big horse dick. Your dick. I want to be buried in cum. I want you to fist me like those guys are doing." He flicked his head at the TV where a black guy was punch fisting a young guy in a sling. "I want you to fist me like you and Ben fist. I want you to use dildoes on me and make me have a huge cunt like yours. I want you to fist me to your elbow and your armpit. I want to feel your hairy pit rub against my hole." "Looks like you like-y? And that's just a teeny bit. More to come at Master Drax." Manetti put the orange cap back on the syringe, and pointed the camera back on the boy as he rolled around feeling all his erogenous zones, spewing a watershed of perversions. Manetti left him to his pleasure, feeling his hole, pulling on his flaccid dick, tweeking his nipples, going at them all with abandon. He went over to the closet and pulled out chaps and put them on, then pulled out a chastity cage out of a drawer and put it in his pocket. He went into the kitchen where he took the metal lid off the bathtub. Fuck, he heard Chris repeating, unable to contain himself. He heard a never-ending stream of fucks and perverted ideas spewing out of the kid's mouth, that he wanted Jeff to fuck him, for Carl to fuck him. He wanted to have someone at work named Shakir cover him in Valvoline oil and fuck him. He wanted to get fucked in the gas station toilet. He wanted the gas station owner named Duke to fuck him from behind while he licked the urinal. “You think I stink, man? You should smell that toilet some time. It's righteous foul!” The kid had an imagination! He enjoyed how spun the kid was on such a little amount, how open he was to anything right now. As a test Manetti came back in the room and picked up a filthy jock strap, held it out for the boy to smell. "What do you think of this? It's your brothers." The boy sniffed it and then began to tear into it. He sucked it and his saliva made the jock wet and unlocked the odor of piss emanating from the stains. "You want to wear it over your face to meet Master? I know he'd love that. He's a nasty mother fucker like no one you've ever met." Chris was almost unrecognizable animal in his drug frenzy, nothing at all like he was when he first came in the door. He was so into it with the jock, it looked like he hardly heard what Manetti was saying. "Ya'know, you’re lucky I took your cherry. Master Drax wouldn't have been so gentle." "I don’t think," he managed to get out while chewing the jock strap, "that you were that gentle." He was high on piss fumes, high on the residual cum, reeling in lust sucking his brother's jock. He looked at Manetti like an idea had just struck him. "I liked it rough.” "I'll relay that thought, boy. C'mon, get up. You’re ready to meet Master. He's got a wide variety in his stable. The rougher, the more money he'll make off you. The less limits, the more we’ll all make. Think you'll like that?" Chris bobbed his head, agreeing to anything Manetti said to him. He sprung up and put the wet jock around his neck. Manetti steered him into the kitchen, told him to get in the tub. "You need a douse before we go." "Douse of what?" Chris asked, stepping in. "Master likes raunch, heavy raunch. Let's get you prepped and stinkin'. Open your mouth, pig. You know you want it." He hadn't thought about it but was susceptible to any suggestion coming from his idol. He laid down in the tub and opened his mouth. Manetti immediately covered him in piss, going up and down the kid's naked body. Chris ran his hands up over his torso like he was washing himself. He let out a low moan of pleasure. "Warm," he sighed. "Open." Chris stopped rubbing and opened his mouth, propping himself up on his elbows. Manetti took aim and hit his mark right on target. "Swallow." The boy obeyed. It was salty and bitter and came out of Manetti, so he guzzled the piss letting it splash in his mouth, and gulped it down into his stomach. "Good pig. You like that, pig boy?" Chris bobbed his head. Without prompting he leaned back and spread his legs to expose his hole to Manetti. "Okay, you fucking filth pig." With that, Manetti let a stream of piss hit his hole. Some went in and the kid pushed it out like a mini-geyser. "You stinkin’ fuck pig! Get up—you’re ready.” Chris scrambled getting up. They both stopped for a second regarding each other, listening to the remains of piss draining down the pipe. Two massive shark grins flashed between them. Manetti helped him step out of the tub; Chris' platinum hair yellow and flattened, his eyes electric.

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

I'm going to post some stories about my last sexcation, out of order but for the most part true stories. CumUnion Party at Sanctuary LAX July 2023 The LAX Sanctuary CumUnion parties have always been good to me, and despite being 1000 mile from where I live I make an effort to get to at least 1 or 2 of them every year. Prior to the July 2023 party the very 1st party hosted there was my best CumUnion event ever, and even the worst events I've been to at this venue are far better than the best I've been to in several cities. I had not been able to attend one of these since July of last year, and Sanctuary had moved to a new location since I last attended. I had prepurchased my ticket and headed to the new venue for the 8 pm start, and got in line about 5 minutes before the event I was number 12 in line, which was also my number for the clothes check. I was told told that there were some wooden benches to use for undressing to the left just inside the main room, as it turns out just past a sling, so I stripped to my jock returned my bag of clothes to the clothes check and started to explore the new venue before getting down to fucking. The main room was huge, but other than the sling and benches contained a couple of couches, a stage and some jugs of Gatorade, mostly empty. Off to the left along the wall with the benches were 3 rooms. The 1st room was primarily occupied by one of the long fuck benches guys can get on their knees on that are just the right width to be used from both ends, plus a couple of other padded surfaces to fuck on, but no one is enjoying any of it yet. The 2nd room contains a large bed, a fuck horse, St Andrews cross, and a padded bench long enough for 3 or 4 guys to fuck along one wall (I sucked a couple of cocks and had mine sucked briefly by the bench, but no one seemed to be ready to start the fucking yet). The 3 room contains a sling (almost too high for me to comfortably top and I'm 6'2") a fuck horse, another St Andrews cross and an even smaller padded bench. By this time roughly 15 minutes into the 5 hour event there are probably 35 guys undressed and ready to start the fun, so I headed back to the 1st room and saw that there were 2 men ass up on the bench, and one of them was getting fucked. I got on all fours on the bench and was immediately offered a cock to suck and within 30 seconds had a nice hard cock gently pushing into my ass as well. I stayed on all fours until my 1st fucker pulled out and the guy I had been sucking made his way around and tried the other end. Now primed and ready, I gave the 4 guys now on the bench a few strokes with my big cock before making my way around again. By this point there were probably 50 guys stripped down and ready and almost all of them were actually engaged in either fucking or sucking. I wound up staying the entire 5 hours, and there were never more than a handful of guys that were just there being looky loos at one time, which is extremely unusual even for this event. The crowd skewed a little older and in less than perfect shape than sometimes, but there was very little attitude and the 3 or 4 guys who did give me an attitude over the course of the evening were all older and imperfect shape themselves, none of the twinks or muscle guys in attendance seemed to have an attitude and other than the looky loos I think I fucked with almost all of them. In other words it was the perfect scenario, for some one like me who loves to fuck and get fucked (I didn't encounter a single oral only guy all evening and while this event sometimes attracts enough voyeurs only to spoil the action I've never encountered a cuddler or foreplay only guy in the probably 10 years they have been holding it. About an hour in I was spending some time in the 1st room on and around the large bench fucking, sometimes while getting fucked from behind while fucking, when the guy I pulled out of got up for a break, I jumped up on the bench to take a turn being a fuck hole, I had a cock up my ass as soon as I got in position and had several cocks shoved in my mouth as well. I stayed on the bench until my knees started to ache, and was fucked almost continuously. For the 1st time since my initial exploration the sling by the door was unoccupied (it had already seen a lot of use), so I hopped up in it and discovered my hole was full of cum, based on the amount someone had either saved up few days or I had multiple loads. The next guy to fuck me was a really well built latino who commented on my cum sloppy hole, and then a shorter asian dude who had already fucked me on all 3 benches, the bed and the fuck horse in the 3rd room entered me again, but neither of them bred me. After the asian guy, I got up and let someone else have a turn. By this point it is a little over 2 hours into the event so I stopped for some Gatorade and stepped out onto the smoking patio to cool off (not smoke), and there was a 3 way going on the patio. Once I rested a little I went back to the 1st room intent on sampling the available holes and giving my 1st load to the most talented one. I think I got my dick into 3 of them before the asian guy came up and rammed his dick in me causing me to breed the loose cum sloppy hole I was in, before I had a chance to determine who was the most talented. Before I really had a chance to rest up, I had more guys wanting to fuck me, and being the slut I am happily put aside my need to rest and let them. It didn't take too long until they had fucked my dick hard again, that and even though no one let on I suspect a couple of more loads found there way into my hole. So I resumed fucking as well as getting fucked. Around 11:30 I shot my 2nd load into the latino muscle guy that fucked me in the sling by the door, loose sloppy hole in the tall sling in the 3rd room. The crowd had started to thin out (it was never huge compared to some of the preCOVID parties which often drew several hundred men), I doubt there were ever 100 at one time, but almost everyone there was there either there to fuck, get fucked of both) and was considering trying to get fucked one more time and call it a night. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the 2nd room which only had one couple fucking on it when I was approached by an older black guy that has fucked me at almost all of the LAX CumUnions I've attended. He took me on the bed, the fuck horse, the bench and on the St Andrews cross before he took a break. The short asian guy wanted to do me again and got me on missionary on the bed, breeding me this time. By this point I couldn't seem to get hard again and even though the crowd that was left was still doing a lot of fucking was going to call it a night, when I was approached by the older black guy again, this time we stayed on the bed and had it mostly to ourselves, he fucked me in every position possible and I finally rode his load out just before the 1 am ending time (he had never actually bred me before). After a brief post fuck kiss and rest he got up to go home, I walked around one more time, and found that they had closed all but the 1st room, which amazingly still had 2 couples fucking on the bench with 2 fully clothed guys standing along the wall watching. I tried for a couple of minutes to get one of the looky loos to fuck me, but either they weren't there to participate or couldn't get it up again (I couldn't so I had not right to be judgemental). So at 1:05 am I finally left, after either having my pole in a hole or a pole in my hole almost continuously since 8:15 pm. I had loaded 2 guys and had at least 3 loads in my hole. Since I had not eaten since noon I went back to my hotel, put on some shorts that were heavy enough to contain any potential cum that might leak out and walked next door to the all night diner for a well deserved meal of pancakes and sausages.

The acts you describe have various formal and informal terms already, "analingus", "rimming", and perhaps "felching". "Ass-to-mouth", by contrast, is a somewhat awkward construction that refers to penetration or re-penetration of the mouth immediately following penetration of the rectum. No direct contact between a mouth and an anus is involved.

"Well, as you say, to each his own, right? The above can just as easily be accomplished lying on his bed, on his back, and jacking out a load. The load can be studied and measured, and whatever else a guy might want to do. To me, the point of fucking guys is to Breed them (assuming that's what they're in the darkrooms for). " Well, you know what they say... Location, location, location. 😉

My experience mirrors that of @GymAddict If anything, my sexual encounters went up. I wasn’t a Covid denier and, in fact, have now had 6 jabs. But working in the media made me a lockdown/mask sceptic because I witnessed first hand how the media was whipping up hysteria for clickbait. My cynicism only increased when those of us working in television production were considered “an essential industry” (really?) and given permits to travel, which felt all very “Show me your papers!” It was a bit like being given a Golden Ticket. The Swedish response, much derided at the time, is now being vindicated by every major study into Covid policies. But I digress. I, too, had two houses during this period, and travelled every week between the two. Grindr, Scruff, BBRT and FabGuys (especially FabGuys) were busier than normal in Manchester (but flaking declined considerably, interestingly enough) and because I had an apartment in MediaCity and could accommodate, let’s say I didn’t go without. I must say that I did form a bbubble for a while, so my hookups were more regular. In that sense, my behaviour did alter a bit. At my apartment block there, which was curious mix of showbiz folk and drug dealers, there were parties every weekend. But, then, our Lords and Masters in Downing Street who came up Covid restrictions were partying, too, (a reference only Brits might get). Do I feel guilty about any of this? Not a jot. I took an informed risk assessment and acted accordingly. I found much of the reporting from some of my colleagues reprehensible, especially as I knew many of them, too, were breaching Covid restrictions. But then many, if not most, people did if they’re honest with themselves. Some just bent the rules more than others.

We should really think about pinning this thread. [think before following links] https://spankbang.com/7a6ns/video/bearded+mature+bears+nasty+fuck This is incredible! I need a daddy like that to call me a good boy 🥺

Yeah. I have thr next chapter started. Work got unexpectedly crazy on me and I started another story. But the next part IS coming.

@NLbear not to worry, there's still plenty more of Daniel and other characters to come.

I am married to a woman for over 30 years. I’m a bottom and I’ve been poz (I believe) for as long as I’m married and my wife still has no clue I’m bi. Yes she knows I’m poz (she is as well) but I convinced her that I got it from female prostitutes.

Been talking to this guy on Grindr for a while, very local too but just never hooked up. Finally got over there to a nice, wooden,finished gloryhole set-up and a fat eight inch cock sticking thru it. Got on my knees and serviced him until he asked me to turn around. Took his fat dick balls deep in my cunt thru the hole until he loaded me up then I sucked it out of my ass.

This story is so underrated.. wish there’s a sequel

It's been my - well, 2nd - favorite act of sexual bonding for decades. It's not the healthiest of Lusts, but a hot-holed bottom with a line of guys waiting their turn just turns my crank big time. I particularly like a hairy Hole, since the hair helps hold the loads from just running down the bottom's balls, dripping on the floor/pavement/ground, etc. There's more, but it may be a bit over the esoteric edge for most guys. Suffice to say that "bonding" is important, and entails far, far more than just the one bottom ....

Close2MyBro: Just ask for the "deep tissue massage" up front 🙂 Viking8X6: Ayuh. But some of us actually want deep tissue massage (the real thing), and have little interest in the happy ending. So there's that. 🤷‍♂️ As an rmt, those who want sex/handjobs aren't looking for regular therapists, so I have been told. It takes ages to build a clientele, bur shortcutting it by sex is not the way. As Viking said, deep tissue is actual style of massage therapy. It has benefits, and it's a regulated industry. Not worth it, losing a licence.

Part 3 the birthday party Sam, Dennis and Michael stayed upstairs but the others went to the basement to prepare the party. Dennis was still fiercely kissing his brother, his eyes were closed and in his mind he was kissing not Michael but Sam. Michael was experiencing his hottest dream and went to Dennis' exposed ass with his hands. He pulled the cheeks of his ass open so that Dennis' hole was nicely revealed. He pinched each cheek and Dennis felt the chems in his body boost his new lusts, desires and needs and mused through the empty feeling in his hole. D : fuck me M : hmmmm I love to hear that brother, I will definitely fuck your asshole for a long time later but first let me enjoy this moment. D : fuck me, fill my hole S: you heard the birthday boy baby, later just be patient. Dennis's pussy needed to be filled and while that Michael still squeezed and pulled open his ass he stuck his fingers in his hole and moaned softly. Michael stopped kissing Dennis and dropped him forward in the seat so he could watch in wonder as his brother fingered on his own pussy. M: how did you pull this off S: yeah buddy, with a lot of patience and my magic touch M : yes that magic touch I see. But I still can't believe it. S: you do not have to believe it, you just have to fuck him later and transform him. Once he is transformed you can fuck him and use him as much and as long as you want because this is a real cumdump in the making. He doesn't realize it yet but he has always been a cumdump. The Tina just awakened the beast in him. S: because just a moment ago he wanted to go home, not because he felt bad for what he had done but just because he didn't know you guys, Sam laughed loudly and while taking the wristbands, anklets a collar and gave them to Michael. S: here put these on him then we can easily take him downstairs later and tie him up. Dennis who was completely flying and only concerned with his pussy had not heard what his brother and Sam had said and felt something being put around his ankles and wrists. M : You are a real slut brother, and your cunt looks to be feasted on. Soon I will taste and indulge your hole extensively but first we will have to put these on you. Michael placed the collar around Dennis' neck. Dennis let his brother proceed and felt the collar being tightened. S: fine Michael, now go get ready upstairs and then come down to the basement for the party the others will be ready and waiting for us. Michael went upstairs to get ready. Rob came up from the basement and had a big ribbon in his hands, walked over to Dennis who was still fingering himself. R: take your hands off the gift slut. Soon your hole will be used extensively but first this one has to be put on. Dennis removed his hand and felt something being attached to both elastic bands of the jockstrap. Rob also cut a hole in fabric that covered his limp dick and pulled his balls and dick through it. S: Haaaaahaaa, where did you find that. R: I had that lying around from thought it would come in handy again. Dennis' entire ass was now covered in giant red ribbon. Rob helped him up and attached a metal chain to the collar and pulled Dennis along who was flying very high. D : where are we going. S : we are going to the party baby, and you are the main attraction D : my sphincter itches ( he mused ) R : your pussy you'll mean Dennis' eyes were spinning in his head and was not stable on his feet at all and Rob and Sam had to help him down the stairs to basement. When they got to the basement the others burst out laughing when they saw the big ribbon that was on Dennis' ass. Jack took the pipe filled with tina and pushed it into Dennis' mouth and ordered him to suck on it while he melted the crystals. Dennis no longer needed to be encouraged to blow a white cloud because his body was craving for Tina, his body and mind had already become addicted to the intoxication and effects the crystals and smoke brought. Dennis blew 3 large white clouds and felt his body revive. He was led to a metal small cage, the lid on the top side was open and he was put inside and the lid was closed. There he lay in a kind of dog kennel on his back, the ankle straps were attached to lid so that his legs were facing up and his butt was pushing against the bars with the big red ribbon, also his hands were attached to the bars so that he could hardly move. Nick took a large cloth and threw it over the cage and so Dennis found himself in the dark. That Dennis was in a cage he barely realized because he was flying through Tina's wonderful world, the world that made him hot, the world that had introduced him to the magic of sucking and getting fucked. Michael came downstairs and as he entered the basement, the smell and smoke of Tina met him. They started singing and kissing him while laughing. S: here is your gift for your 1st birthday friend. Just open it Sam gave Michael a big wink and Michael stepped up to the cage and pulled away the cloth. Dennis who was in the cage emerged. Michael couldn't suppress his smile when he saw Dennis lying like that with the big red ribbon on his butt. Dennis did not have to make his eyes small for bright light, for the room was dark just like the night before with a slight glow of neon light. M : well friends this is the best gift I have ever received. Let's enjoy it together and transform him. S : letting him transform is for you Michael, you will be his father. This is how it has been every time on the first birthday. M: Thanks, but before we use him we let him be bathed and infused with our scent. He is already in a dog kennel then like a real dog he can be sprayed with our infected scent and get him ready for his transformation. The others laughed and pulled their half hard dicks out of their jockstrap and moved around the cage. Dennis was still flying and panting deeply with his mouth open and didn't realize what the others were going to do. T : a good piece of meat should always be marinated first, haahaaa N : let the birthday boy provide the slut with his first gulp of toxic and slam champagne first let him marinate from our smell and flavor. Michael laughed and started pissing first on his brother who was in the cage. Dennis felt a warm stream on his face and thought it was water and stuck out his tongue to catch the water. Michael and the others watched grinning as Dennis tried to drink the first jets. Michael aimed his piss into his brother's mouth and pissed right into his open mouth. Now Dennis got the stream straight into his mouth, the taste was salty and was definitely not water. He opened his eyes and only now he saw the others standing around him and saw his own brother pissing on him. He closed his mouth and wanted to yell stop but the others started laughing and knocked on the cage. E : come on slut open your mouth drink our chempiss and let it fill you with our dark thoughts. Dennis didn't find the taste of the piss that bad but he found the idea of being pissed on very denigrating. Ed's knocking on the cage made him forget the feeling of shame and submission and flew back on the waves of G and Tina and without realizing it himself he opened his mouth again. That was the signal for the others and they too began to piss on Dennis. He received several jets over his face and the piss ran into his mouth and due to the horniness of the chems drank the fluid offered to him. He also felt his chest, belly and flaccid cock being sprayed. His body could no longer contain itself and because of the feeling of getting wet and being horny, he too began to piss himself. A: Good slut, drink your own piss show that you are real pee whore. The jet Dennis was fierce and like Andy asked he pissed into his own mouth. But because there were several jets running into his mouth he could not detect his own taste. The men's bladders had emptied and Dennis was drenched in urine and the last drops ran down his body. T: come on Michael open your present completely now so we can start working on it. Michael opened the lid of the cage and unclipped his brother pulled the piss soaked Dennis straight and licked his face and stuck his tongue in his mouth and started kissing him violently. Dennis let it all happen and eagerly kissed back as the chems coursed through his body, every touch was electric and gave him a feeling of pleasure. He was pulled out of the cage and he felt the hands of the others going over his body. His head was pushed in all directions and each time he got a new tongue pushed into his mouth. Dennis was pushed to his knees and felt several half hard cocks being pushed against his face. He opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out. Nick spat in Dennis' face and took hold of his head and pushed his mouth toward Michael's cock. N: Just suck your brother's cock first and make him stiff. I think he has been dreaming of this for years. M: you can be sure of that, this is what I have dreamed of and I can't wait to feel your warm, moist mouth around my shaft brother. Michael took hold of his brother's head and pushed his semi-hard cock his brother's face. Dennis opened his mouth without really realizing it and searched for Michael's cock. Michael guided Dennis' head to his cock and pushed it in. Michael dropped his head back, closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep growl. He felt his brother's moist lips sliding over his shaft and his cock was already thickening just from that feeling. His glans passed his brother's tongue and slid further into his warm and moist mouth. Dennis' eyes turned in his head and looked upward toward his brother. He saw his brother moaning with his mouth open and began eagerly sucking harder cock. He no longer cared that it was his brother that he was giving a blowjob to because the need, desire and pleasure to suck took over, he put his hands on Michael's ass and pushed his head as far as he could so that he got his brother's full cock inside. Michael had a blood penis, and although in a flaccid or semi-hard state it was not small the cock grew into a gigantic fat monster, even bigger and thicker than his own, and he felt the head of the penis lodged in his throat and couldn't catch his breath. Michael who was enjoying his brother's eagerness to get his cock all the way into his mouth pushed his cock as deep as he could until he heard Dennis' disgust. He pulled his cock back making Dennis catch his breath and pushed it back in. The corners of Dennis' mouth were on tearing as he couldn't make his mouth big enough to get his brother's cock inside. Tears shot into his eyes and he had to gasp again. Michael pulled his cock out of Dennis' mouth and took hold of his head again spit in his face. M : it's all I ever dreamed about little brother. I'll still train your throat so you don't have to be disgusted anymore. Tony and Andy now pushed their cocks into the mouth of Dennis who was now licking 2 glans simultaneously for the first time. He no longer cared that he was still completely wet and reeking of piss, all he wanted was a cock, a cock in his mouth but preferably in his ass. He felt hands patting his body, his head being pushed toward dicks, his face being spat on and kissed. He was now the center point of pleasure and was an object of lust for others to enjoy but the one who enjoyed the most was himself. Through the chems he enjoyed the attention his body received and cocks it was offered. Each time that blissful sweaty musky smell of a new cock to suck. He was truly in slut heaven. Then he was pulled up right and attached to the cross. Michael came to stand in front of him and offered him the pipe and just made him blow big white clouds. He was put on a blindfold and felt a prick in his dick and it wasn't long before he felt his cock getting hard for the first time in a long time. Sam took a rope and tied off the hard cock and balls. Dennis groaned at the new sensation he was experiencing. Dennis felt a mouth and tongue working his nipples a tongue was also pushed into his mouth and he felt his whole body being touched. He got hot again and his head started spinning, his horniness got another boost and he curled his toes because of all the horny stimulation he was getting. Who was kissing him, licking his nipples and touching him he didn't know but it was heavenly. He wished this this never ended. He felt the mouth leave his nipples and the person who was licking him searched his way down. Dennis groaned as the tongue had arrived at his stiff and hard swollen cock. He felt teeth on his foreskin and then a warm and moist mouth, Dennis flew from one euphoria into another, his mind and body could no longer process the stimulations and he cried out in pleasure. S: let yourself go completely baby, let us prepare you for your rebirth. Your birth as cumdump. D : yes, yes get me ready, I'm ready. Dennis felt his stiff cock being sucked and he heard Jack speak up. J : suck your future son good. You will make me a grandfather this evening. But before you can make him pregnant I will fill your guts one last time my son. When you have made your son then you will be relieved of your job as cumdump and your son will take over your job. Jack came up behind Michael who was on all fours sucking Dennis' cock. He took hold of his son's ass and opened the cheeks so that his hole was visible. J : This is beautiful son, your mark is really beautiful. Michael had placed a biohazard tattoo between his ass cheeks. When his butt was closed you could see a kind of little man standing between his butt crack. But when you opened his ass fully you could see a beautiful biohazard symbol with the centerpiece being his gaping cunt. Dennis who was constantly coming in and out of wonderland wondered who the son was, who was giving him such a nice blowjob and what mark was so wonderful. Sam saw that Dennis was looking for answers. S : honey do you want to be able to see who is giving you such a nice treat. D : yes, I want to be able to see. Sam nodded to Andy and he removed Dennis' blindfold. Dennis let his eyes adjust for a moment and then saw that his brother was sucking him hard and that Jack was about to put his hard cock into his brother's hole. Michael moaned at feeling his father's cock and Dennis didn't know what to feel or think. His brother was blowing him and he saw him being fucked firmly, this was completely new to him. Luckily there were the chems coursing through his body or he would have definitely ran away. Because of the horniness of the chems he couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him he saw his brother enjoying the fuck he was getting and he saw that Jack was pounding harder and harder and more violently. His own sphincter gave one twitch after another and his ass was grinding against the crotch. Michael stopped sucking and moaned loudly. M: Yes daddy, fuck your son. Fill me up with your DNA, give me your toxic seed Jack began breathing heavily and Dennis saw that Jack was coming to his climax. J : here it is son your last dose of cum before you become a father yourself. Dennis's mind tried to grasp everything and get it all in order. 1 Michael is not celebrating his birthday, 2 this is not our father, 3 Michael is gay then how can he become a father later. Michael felt his guts being filled with Jack's sperm and Jack fell down on Michael's back, lay there for a moment and then pulled his cock out of his son's moist and gaping hole. He gave one last slap on Michael's ass and stood back up. J : Even though I know it will not be the last time I will fuck your blissful cunt. Still I will miss being able to fuck it every day Tony untied Dennis, he pulled Dennis with him and he stepped around Michael who was still on all fours. He also pushed Dennis to his knees and pushed his head to his brother's hole. T: Lick your future father's pussy clean and swallow your grandfathers cum slut. The blissful smell of cum and sweat met Dennis and now he pulled the cheeks of Michael's ass open iso that he also saw the tattoo. In his heavily drugged condition he could not immediately place the symbol but he was shocked that his brother had a tattoo and then in that place. Without giving it any further thought he buried his face in Michael's ass and licked and swallowed the cum running out of his brother's hole. Ed was now standing behind Dennis and had a large shard in his hands he placed it against Dennis' sphincter. The sphincter gave a twitch at the feel of the shard and finger and opened immediately. E: this cunt is asking to be fucked Ed pushed the shard in and pushed it as deep as he could. Dennis pushed his tongue all the way into Michael's cunt because of the excitement and Michael's eyes turned away completely because of the pleasure his brother was giving him. His fantasy had come true his younger brother had already sucked him and was now licking his pussy. Soon his wet dream would become complete true. Dennis felt that burning sensation in his pussy again, his body began to sweat and his head began to spin even more. Dennis was now pushed completely to the floor and was turned over so that he was now under Michael and getting his half hard cock in his face. A : suck slut, just suck your father's cock hard so he can fuck you later. Dennis opened his mouth and Michael pushed his half hard cock inside and started face fucking. Dennis felt a pillow being put under his ass and felt the bow of jockstrap being pulled and his ass being pulled open and a tongue working his sphincter. Dennis moaned and his hard cock jumped up and down in pleasure. Michael pushed his fattening cock as deep as he could into his brother's throat, but again Dennis couldn't take it he gagged. S: I think he's ready. Michael stopped face fucking and Jack stopped licking. Dennis caught his breath for a moment and then was helped to his feet. Without Tony's support he would surely have fallen over but Tony was firm enough to keep him upright and brought him toward the sling and Dennis fell into it. Dennis head spun and his eyes turned in all directions his pussy felt so empty and it needed to be filled. All he could think about now was being filled. Because of this he did not notice his legs and arms being spread and locked. Michael came to stand beside him M : Dennis, He shook his brother for a moment M : Dennis, focus for a second. Soon you may go back to flying. Dennis tried to focus and looked at his brother with spinning eyes. A horny grin appeared on Dennis' face. D : yes brother M : the time has come brother, I will transform you. I will soon become your father and we will be connected forever. D : what are you saying, you are my brother not my father and we are already connected forever. Michael grinned M : yes, but I will give you my DNA my virus D : virus, what are you talking about M : my string of HIV, I will set you free. I will infect you, pozz and free you so you can fulfill your true calling become a real cumdump just like me. M : you will then become a member of our group M : now you may not want it yet, but soon you will beg for it and you will be so grateful to me and say you don't want anything else. D : but I don't want HIV at all and you don't have HIV anyway. You are my brother M : Dennis that symbol around my cunt is a biohazard symbol, a sign that I am pozz. Jack transformed me last year, this is my first birthday as pozz and now it's your turn. M : Believe me brother, you will be so happy. Are you ready to become my son. Dennis's mind couldn't grasp all that Michael was saying. To make Dennis a little hornier, Sam pushed his finger into Dennis' moaning hole. Dennis groaned with pleasure as his empty hole filled a little. Sam stuck a second finger into Dennis' hole and scratched wounds internally with his nails until blood was visible on his fingers. D : yes, more, give me more M : do you want more brother D : yes fill my ass M : with what Dennis looked at Michael, his eyes were big flying saucers but made it clear what they wanted. They wanted him to be fucked that he would continue to fly as high as it would go. D : fill me with everything you have. M : do you want my cock in your cunt. D : hmmmmm yes fill me with your dick M : you know I will transform you then Sam pushed his fingers even deeper and drove the rhythm up even more. Dennis looked at his brother and you could see he was in conflict with himself. M : I will help you with your choice brother. Let me help you. D : yes help me, quick because I need it Michael nodded to Ed, Ed came with a tourniquet did one arm of Dennis loose and tightened the rubber band around Dennis' arm. D : what are you doing M : helping you brother, I will help you with your choice. You will soon make the only right choice. You will choose to continue your life as a slut, cumpdump and whore. You will let your true self come out. I will help you brother trust me. Ed took an alcohol wipe and a point. Dennis felt a wet wipe on his arm D : yes good brother, help me He felt a slight pinch and Ed saw a register. He nodded to Michael to signal the time had come. M : are you ready to make your choice brother D : yes, I'm ready M : here it comes brother. I will ask you in a minute your answer is. D : yes, give it to me Ed pushed the plunger and Michael watched the Tina disappear into his brother's arm. Dennis had a metallic taste in his throat felt a tickle and had to cough heavily. A wave of dark thoughts, horniness, need for sex raced through his body. His eyes turned away for a moment and shouted out. D : FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, oh fuck. What the fuck M : are you okay Dennis ? D : Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Michael now stood at Dennis' hole and inserted 3 fingers into Dennis' gaping and sucking hole. M : Are you ready for your transformation brother, do you want to become my son and poz slut D : yes do it make me yours make me pozz as long as you fuck my brains out The others laughed loudly and shouted. Come on fuck him make him poz, give him your DNA and get him pregnant. Dennis shouted along with the others D : knock me up please I beg you. Dennis could think of nothing else. His cunt had now become the center of his existence and he needed to be fucked by that fat cock of his brother's because the emptiness in his cunt had become unbearable. Michael put his glans against Dennis' sphincter and he didn't even have to try hard to push it in. The sphincter opened and sucked the glans inside. Dennis had become a beast and upon feeling the glans against his pussy he pushed his ass back to feel his brother's shaft slide in faster. Upon feeling his brother's fat pole go in, Dennis let out a loud cry. Although he had such a need and desire for this, his exciting cunt couldn't handle Michael's thickness and he felt his sphincter start to burst. Sam took the poppers and pushed them under Dennis's nostrils. S: Sniff slut. Sniff like your life depends on it. Dennis sniffed as hard as he could and with each inhalation he felt himself slipping even deeper into the dark thoughts and his sphincter relaxing more. Michael pushed his monster in even deeper and enjoyed every inch. M: oh Dennis your cunt is so nice and tight. It won't be long before I fill you up for the first time. D : fuck me, rape me, harder, fuck me harder Dennis's cunt was now completely pulled open and eased. Michael was now balls deep and pulled his cock back to be able to thrust. He pulled it back halfway and then pushed it in all the way deep without mercy. The sling went back and forth with every thrust Michael gave, and Dennis cried out in pain and pleasure each time Sam came and stood next to Dennis S : are you okay baby D : yes, give me more, harder, harder S : do you want to be transformed D : yes transform me S : as what do you want to be transformed baby, tell me. S : I want to hear you call it. Call it to your brother you want to be transformed into D : POZZ me make pozzz, make me a whore out of me brother. Become my father. I will always ride your delicious fat cock. S : good baby. What are you even more D : a cumdump S : after your transformation do you want to be fucked by all of us baby Dennis' eyes got big and looked right at Sam D : yes give me your cocks. Drive them into my hole and squirt your seed into it. Let me drink it and let me become one of you. The others growled loudly and shouted HELL YEAH. We will tear you apart you filthy whore. We will fill you up full with our toxic seed. T: here slut make me hard so I can pump you full Tony pushed his pole into the mouth of Dennis who started sucking like crazy. Michael enjoyed every thrust into Dennis's cunt. He pulled his fat pole back completely and saw a gaping hole looking for more cock. He looked at his cock and saw that it was smeared with blood. He grinned and in one thrust pushed his cock back inside. Dennis gasped for air and continued sucking Tony's cock. Ed stood on the other side and took Dennis' nipples in his mouth and bit on them. This made Dennis even hornier and he moaned and was gasping heavily. Michael felt his muscles contract and the sperm emerge from his balls. He couldn't hold back anymore and cried out. M : here it comes. From now on you are my son. I will give you my DNA. D : yes fill me up, make me yours Dennis felt Michael's fat cock contract and squirt strings of sperm inside. His hole was filled with his new father's dirty seed and he felt Michael's hands take hold of his hip and pull him hard on his cock. The others cheered and patted Michael's shoulders. Michael was panting heavily and his wildest dream had just become real. He had fucked his younger brother and pumped him full of his infectious cum. He fell down on Dennis for a second, caught his breath briefly and then pulled his limp bloody cock out of Dennis' gaping hole. He came up next to Dennis, Tony had made room and was already ready at Dennis' gaping hole to start fucking him. Dennis kissed his son and then offered him his blood and cum stained dick. M: clean your father's cock son, then I can get my strength up and give you a second dose of my sperm later. Dennis opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and eagerly licked the head of the penis clean first before taking the rest of the limp cock into his mouth and licking it clean. The taste of his own hole and his father's seed were heavenly and he kept licking it until Michael pulled him back and rewarded him with a kiss. As Dennis watched Michael plop down on the bed a jet of piss shot into his face and he looked from where it came. It was Sam pissing on him and he opened his mouth and drank all that Sam could pour into it. Again he felt a cock slide in. This time there was no pain, even though Tony's cock was just as thick but shorter than Michael's. His exciting cunt had now become a gaping hole and Tony's cock slid in easily and Michael's cum served as a lubricant. He moaned heavily and enjoyed every thrust Tony gave. Tony growled loudly and slapped the cheeks of Dennis' ass several times violently causing them to turn red. Now it was Ed's turn to make Dennis suck. Dennis' hands were untied and he took hold of Ed's pole and jerked and sucked him at the same time. Ed took hold of Dennis' head and set the pace. Tony reached his high point and again Dennis felt his cunt being filled with cum. Dennis' legs were untied and he was helped out of the sling and pushed onto the bed. There Jack was already lying there waiting for him. He was again getting the rubber band around his arm and Dennis watched Sam arrive with a syringe. S : you'll need an extra bump for what's to come honey. Dennis's eyes were still turning in his head and he watched needle disappear into his arm and saw some blood coming into the clear liquid. Sam pushed that plunger and Dennis watched the liquid disappear into his arm. The rubber band was loosened and his arm was held above his head , again he got the tickle in throat and had to cough. His energy returned as did the cry to be filled. Jack gave Dennis no time to get used to the Tina's rush and pulled him onto him. Dennis was now on Jack's hard pole. Jack pulled his pole from under Dennis and thrust it hard into Dennis' cunt. Dennis fell forward onto Jack's chest. Ed also got on the bed and sat on top of Dennis. He took hold of his hard dick and tried to push it into Dennis' pussy as well. This did not succeed immediately. Sam took the poppers and pushed them back under Dennis' nose. After a few inhalations, Dennis' cunt relaxed and Ed was able to carefully slide his cock in with him. Dennis' mind and body couldn't take it anymore and he cried out. The signals of pain, pleasure, need, desire rushed through his body and he could no longer control his feelings. He turned into beast, a demonic beast and when Ed too was completely inside his cunt he began to ride both cocks. His sphincter was now completely on tear but Dennis was totally unconcerned with that. The blissful feeling of the 2 shafts drilling into his cunt took over all other thoughts. All he could think about was his cunt. E: What a slut. What a find J : Let yourself go completely slut, ride your grandfather's cock. Show me your true nature. Dennis shouted out. D : Fill me with your dirty seed, fill me up, you dirty mother fuckers Dennis's hole was completely filled with cock, cum mixed with blood ran down from his hole along his balls and Nick wiped the running cum from Dennis's balls with his hand and then pushed his hand into Dennis's mouth. N : letting nothing go to waste bitch, drink the cum of your father and ancestors. Dennis who was still riding furiously on Ed and Jack's cocks licked the sperm from Nick's hand. Ed: I'm going to stuff your pussy slut. Ed growled loudly and emptied his balls into cunt of Dennis who was riding firmly. Ed pulled his cock out of Dennis' hole who now straightened up with renewed strength and continued riding Jack like a devil. Nick stood upright on the bed and pushed his big and fat black cock into Dennis mouth. N : First drink up bitch then suck my fat cock Nick emptied his bladder into the mouth of Dennis who couldn't handle the incoming flow of piss. He swallowed as much as he could but the rest ran down his cheeks. Dennis gasped for breath and Nick pushed back on his hardening cock. N : suck whore. Make me hard so I can fuck your hole. Dennis rode Jack's cock and sucked firmly on Nick's cock. His mouth could not handle Nick's cock and his mouth corners were on tear. Jack was nearing his climax and he signaled to Nick that he wanted to squirt into Dennis' mouth. Nick pulled his hard cock into Dennis' mouth. He also pulled Dennis off Jack's cock and pushed his mouth onto Jack's cock. Jack took Dennis' head firmly and pushed his cock deep into his mouth. J : swallow slut, I will fill your throat. J : ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Dennis got squirt after squirt into his mouth and throat and like a real whore he swallowed it all. Still Dennis' hunger was not filled and he was still begging for more. D: fuck me, please fill my hole, N: on your back bitch. Dennis laid on his back and like a trained slut he pulled his legs towards him so that his hole could be easily reached. Without mercy Nick thrust his fat and large cock inside. Dennis didn't flinch. His once tight hole had already grown into a large open blooming flower. Dennis moaned with pleasure. D : oh fuck, this is the best thing I've ever experienced. I never want this to stop. D : fill my pussy dirty mother fucker. Fill me. Tear me apart with your fat cock For Nick, this was a signal that he could go completely wild on Dennis' hole and Michael watched with amazement, pleasure and approval. He came and lay down next to Dennis M : how do you feel my son, did your father help you well with your choice D : oh yes daddy, I feel complete and free I indeed want nothing more than to be fucked. Give me more daddy I want more of your seed. Give me your fat cock M : later my dear son of a bitch . You still have to get Sam and Andy their cum first. Nick was thrusting heavily now and both he and Dennis were panting and moaning loudly. Nick's muscles tensed and pushed his cock balls deep one last time. Dennis felt strands of seed being squirted into his guts. Nick fell down on Dennis and kissed him firmly. He then gave another firm slap on all of Dennis' red ass and got off the bed. Now it was Sam and Andy's turn. Sam pulled Dennis off the bed and laid him across the fucking couch. Sam came to stand in front of him and pushed his cock into Dennis' mouth. Dennis knew what to do and began sucking Sam's cock firmly. Andy pushed his dick into Dennis' cunt. His cock slid into the hole like butter and didn't even touch the wall. It didn't take long for Andy to squirt his DNA with the rest of the sperm. Sam was also unstoppable and squirted his toxic load into Dennis' mouth. Dennis enjoyed the fresh load of cum in his mouth and swallowed it all to the last drop. The cum dripped out of Dennis' gaping hole. He passed his hand along his cunt and felt the leaking seed from his cunt. He went to his mouth with his hand and while moaning licked the seed from his hand. Michael came and stood next to him. M : can you take one more my son Dennis looked at Michael with horny and hungry eyes D : yes please. M : follow me then. The others were all sitting side by side recovering in the seat. Jack was sucking Tony's cock and while Ed was pulling on Jack's cock. Andy, Nick and Sam were still panting. Dennis was thrown back on the bed and lay on his back. Michael come lay on top of him and began kissing him passionately. He stopped the kiss and licked his way to Dennis' nipples, he took them in his mouth nibbled on them a little and licked them. Dennis's chems were working out and the pleasure he was experiencing was real and not induced by the Tina or G. Dennis moaned softly and didn't know what to do with the electricity going through his body. Michael licked his way further down and came to Dennis' glans which was dripping with pre-cum. He took it in his mouth and slowly and gently sucked on his son's limp cock. Dennis bit his lower lip and rocked his hips took hold of Michael's head and pushed him deeper on his hardening dick. Again Michael licked his way further down and he bit first into the Dennis's scrotum. Dennis let out a deep sigh as Michael took his balls into his mouth and sucked on them. Michael continued his journey toward Dennis' pussy and he tasted the leaking sperm. M : shall I lick you clean son. D : hmmmmmmmmm yes Michael licked the sperm running out of Dennis' cunt and gave Dennis a hot tongue kiss with a full mouth of sperm. Dennis swallowed the cum he got from his father and they made love passionately for a while. Michael straightened up and offered Dennis his half hard cock. Dennis took it in his mouth and began to suck on it slowly but passionately. Even now that he could think sober, he enjoyed the taste of the seed and his father/brother's cock. Cock, cum, fucking and being a slut had taken over his thinking and his whole being. It was the only thing that excited him anymore and what he wanted to live for. M : do you want me to fill up your cunt again son. D: please father, I want you to pound my hole hard and squirt your dirty seed into me. Michael took Dennis' legs put them on his shoulders and pushed his fat hard pole inside Dennis' gaping cunt. This was the first time Dennis was sober enough and fully realized he was being fucked. D : oh yes, oh yes fuck me daddy , fuck me as hard as you can. D : I love feeling your fat cock inside me. Why didn't you ever do this before. M : Let's not think about the past let's look to the future. Dennis groaned and enjoyed the fuck he was getting from his father. Michael enjoyed every moment he was in his son's cunt. The pussy no longer felt tight like it had at the beginning of the evening. It felt the way a slut cunt was supposed to feel, wide open and dripping with seed. Dennis had fully embraced his true self and was looking at Michael like a real slut with cum-demanding eyes. Michael began to thrust more firmly and took Dennis' hard cock in his hand and began jerking him off Dennis didn't need much more to squirt, Michael saw this and wanted to cum at the same time as his son. M : say it when you are going to squirt son. D : I'm going to squirt father, I'm going to squirt. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck Dennis groaned and panted very heavily and from his hard thick cock spurted a solid stream of sperm, he squirted so hard he squirted right into his own face. He squirted another string or 4 and then had a few spasms. Michael came at the same time as Dennis and Dennis felt his guts being filled with his father's seed. The others enjoyed the spectacle and Nick, Ed and Andy also squirted for a second time. Sam took a butt plug and threw it on the bed. Michael took the big fat plug and gently pushed it into Dennis' gaping pussy. M: This one we'll let sit for a while son, just to make sure my DNA transforms your cells. Dennis sighed deeply when the plug was in place and then kissed his father. M : did you like it son D : yes daddy M : I will take care of you from now on D : then fuck me every day M : do you want that my son D : I want nothing more daddy M : then I will fill your cunt every day with the cum you deserve my son M : until your fucking flu, and then we will celebrate your birth is that ok D : yes daddy I'm looking forward to it After writing this third part, my balls were about to pop. Hopefully this part reads over like I saw it passing in my mind.

This is fucking incredible . Please do not stop. Every bit of this is making me cum gallons

Sometimes a long multi part story can be hard to keep up with. Sometimes a one out story just makes you hard. Lol

One of my hookups is a huge ATM Top. It's all he talks about when the sext and works it into nearly every message. His big thing though and what he loves is ATM after he has cum. While he will do it a couple times as we change positions what he really wants is after he has cum is to have his cock suckled as we rest and nap.

MAJOR TURN OFF reading along and reading "her" and "she" in place of "he" and "him". Very difficult read.

About 15 minutes ago. i needed it so bad, it had been a week. my awesome FB. He kept calling and i'd be at work, so we kept missing each other. i've gotten to this place where the only orgasm i really want is the One a Man has inside of me. i've had that kind of psychological desire for awhile now, but usually cannot stand the tension between random breedings and end up making myself come. It always disappoints me, such a let down because i really want that connection with a Man getting pleasure with me and releasing that into me as an orgasm and seed. Too weird? lol, i find it very fulfilling. i was practically begging for Him when He got here. He had just gotten off work and lately He loves to get sucked before He fucks and breeds me. i get it, i totally get into the zone sucking Him, He so obviously enjoys it, it drives me wild and i get intense, our lust feeds off each other. So i sucked and licked Him for some time till He said He wanted to fuck me. And Damn. He Fucked me hard the whole time. my hole is blasted open. i would tighten around His Cock, and it was like He was trying to wear me out so i couldn't squeeze His Cock with my hole, and finally i just had the proverbial wrecked hole. god i feel good.

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.

this is exactly how i want to get knocked up. very hot

I love taking loads in public, the more public the better and some of my fave places to get fucked are in alleys behind a dumpster, in public restroom stalls, or even better when men pull my naked ass out of the stall and fuck me right out in the open in front of the sinks, or getting gangbanged out in the wide open in parks, where the men will fuck me doggystyle on the ground in the dirt, or bent over a picnic table or get my naked ass up on the table on my back with my legs spread. I have even been fucked at the side of the road right downtown. I would love to be a public gangbang fucktoy, set up on a fuckbench right in front of the mall in Dundas square during Pride or somewhere busier with a sign that says FREE USE CUMDUMPSTER beside me and NO CONDOMS written on my back. men could leave tips in a bucket and loads in my sloppy pussy, with a bucket underneath to collect all the cum that drips out of me to pour back into me using a funnel. getting fucked by guys of all ages, races, looks, sizes, taking dozens and dozens of loads while I’m blindfolded and naked, being thoroughly used in the most public way, with tourists taking videos and pictures to post all over the internet and taking their turns using me. all while my father stands there watching, while my boyfriend sucks his big meaty cock, to get him ready to blow his load inside me when everyone else is finished using me.

My fantasy PLACE to fuck would be at a HUGE gathering, where anyone can see, and join in. I'm strapped into a sling, getting booty bumps and slams, for all to see, and taking all kinds of guys, at both ends, from the hottest, masculine, well-hung men, to trolls that most sluts wont even look at, from old men and young men, trans-women, from feminine men, and women using HUMUNGOUS strap-ons, around the clock, kept spun at all times, till my ass is a gaping, cum-filled mess, covered in cum and piss, with strangers looking at me, shaking their heads in disgust, and/or hidden desire, spitting on me, calling me names, and taking pics and videos, and posting them up online for all to see. Have this go on for 2-3 days/nights, until everyone is worn out. Left there, on the street, released from my bonds, but unwilling to get out of the sling, hoping for that one last load... Then, taken to a huge catholic church, where the priest lays me on the altar, and felches the cum out of my asscunt, and licks me clean.

PART SEVEN "Oh...um...OK...is that where you keep your amyl?" I asked nervously as he gave his cock a quick coating of lube he pulled out from the bedside table. "Nah, no amyl here that I know of. My boyfriend might have some but I dunno where he keeps it. I wanna watch you take it without any of that help anyway." He smiled at me as he lay on the bed, his cock standing upright. It looked even more intimidating that way, especially seeing I'd be taking it without the poppers. It certainly wasn't any bigger than most of the cocks I'd sucked earlier today but the piercing made it look huge. "C'mon..up you get." It was weird to be ordered around by someone with such a camp voice but I was in no position to argue. I started to straddle him. His body certainly wasn't anything like Tim's, Cade's body looked more like what you imagined someone that was HIV+ looked like. I took his cock & aimed it at my hole until I could feel the piercing against it. "Mmmm...looks like we've found it" Cade laughed "Now, you just slowly sit down on it & I'll open you right up." Despite my best efforts, I found myself biting my lip as I moved down on it. I knew what a turn-on it was for me whenever I saw my girlfriend doing that because I knew she was enjoying it. Being on the receiving end, I could feel every inch of his dick as I was slowly taking it, the piercing exaggerating it all. I could feel it scraping the inside of my arse, I knew I should be scared of what it was doing to me but that'd be fixed tomorrow. "God, you're a natural bottom aren't you, hey? Fuck, straight before today and you're bottoming out on my pierced dick & loving it." I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and I realised, I had taken all of his cock in me. "Now you just lean back a little on me there, and you'll get a nice surprise." I did as he said and could feel his cock head hitting what I assumed was my prostate? I couldn't help but let out a low groan as it did, it felt amazing. "And that's why bottoms like you keep coming back for my poz cock!" he laughed. I found just the right spot where it was hitting my prostate and leaned forward. When I opened my eyes, my face was close to his. He looked up at me, smiling. "Told you you were a natural". I decided to shut him up properly, and leaned in and kissed him. I couldn't really stop myself as we were making out, the feeling was far better than anything I'd experienced before. It was hurting a little but I was loving the feeling of his head hitting my prostate more & I started to bounce a little more forcefully on his dick for a while. "Fuck, you love to ride hey? Cade laughed. "Just shut up!" I laughed back, and pulled him into a deep kiss once again. I knew what I was doing was wrong but the feelings of pleasure I was getting were overpowering my conscience, both about my girlfriend and also that I was having unprotected sex with an HIV+ man and the results. It all started to become too much and I knew I was going to cum, "Oh fuck Cade...I think I'm gonna cum!" "Me too mate, I've been holding on for a while. Being out of commission's been a killer." I leant back so I could really feel him inside me and I shot hard all over his chest. At the same time he moaned, gripping my hips hard and I could tell that he was shooting his load deep inside me. Once again, cumming brought me back to earth with a thud as I realised what I'd done. "Probably should clean me up seeing you've made such a mess.." he said, looking down at the big globs of cum I'd shot on his chest. "Bet you've never cum like that before!" "I did with Tim earlier," I said matter of factly. "Fuck, I'm not even first to do that! Lucky prick! 2 for 2 though, goes to show you are a natural bottom though." I licked up the last bit of cum but he stopped me as I was about to move to his dick like I thought he'd asked. "Don't worry about that, I tore you up a bit." I felt at my tender hole and mixed in with Cade (& Tim's) cum was a bit of blood. "You'll be right, just get to the clinic first thing tomorrow & you'll be fine." I was in a bit of shock but was kinda glad he was more or less kicking me out the door. I wasn't really in any mood to stick around as I quickly got dressed and rushed to the door. I made my way down the hallway and the lift door opened, it was the old lady from before. She gave me a knowing smile as we passed and then called out to me as I reached the lift. "Young man?" I turned back in her direction. "It's none of my business but if you're heading somewhere after this you might like to change your pants. You seem to be....leaking." I blushed as I could feel the wet fabric as the lift door opened and then saw the massive wet spot over my arse in my reflection in the mirror when I got in the lift. Thankfully I got to my car before I ran into anyone else. END OF PART SEVEN

I have been seeing my man for almost 12 months now and the sex is still as hot as that first night downstairs in his kitchen... I get on well with his 3 kids and they tolerate me around the house from time to time and all is going good with us. Let me give you some background I'm 39 yrs old, I'm a chub man and pref to bareback btm during sex. I do however have a very soft spot (not so soft sometimes) for twinks and love to sink my cock into their tight pink pussies if the opportunity ever arises. My boyfriend is 40, he's a total top, nice hairy body and of average build, his cock is well above average and comes in a little under 8" when fully hard. He is a rough lover and makes me moan in pleasure anytime we get naked. He was married to a woman for nearly 10 yrs before she caught him cheating with another man, they are divorced for almost 10 yrs now and their relationship is much better, she has moved on and she's happy he's able to be himself now. They had 3 children during those 10 yrs, a son and two daughters. The girls are 15 (twins) and their son, Dean, just turned 18... My boyfriend and I have an understanding; in the last 12 months both of us have been with other guys but just for a quick fuck or a one night stand, we are not living together but I spend almost every weekend at his house when his kids aren't around as we are naked most of that time and he spends 2 or 3 nights at mine during the working week. We are both in the medical profession and work shifts so our time is precious. Just getting started.... more to come!

Sure yes I kiss. Love to kiss but if the other guy isn't into it then I won't force it. Tend to find that married/supposedly straight men are more reluctant to kiss.

I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

I have known a number of guys who sucked their dad's cock as a teenager. And the boy was the one who seduced the dad. For some it happened only once and for others it was on a regular basis.

You got it. It's all about your top taking your masculinity and making you his true pussy bitch.