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Part 23 I was sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed in one of the two bedrooms in Kevin's apartment. Ryan and Drew were with me and were making sure I was drinking plenty of water and gatorade. We had come here after Drew asked if I was going to be in trouble with my wife after being gone all afternoon. I told him she was out of town for a few days with my daughter and it was just me and my son Jeremy at home while they were gone. I added that I hardly saw Jeremy much since he was always off doing things with friends. “You got that right,” Ryan had laughed and I asked what he meant. And what Drew had meant about helping me to get to have sex with Jeremy. Then he had told me. A little more than a month ago he had met a young guy at the same park where he had met me. He couldn't say for sure since he didn't know what my son looked like but he thought it might be my son because the guy's name was Jeremy. After talking briefly with him Drew found out that his Jeremy was wanting to have sex with other guys and explore around some. Drew had taken him over to Ryan's place and they had introduced the guy to smoking tina and man-sex. “He got into it all right away. Even quicker than you did, Daddy Justin,” Drew had chuckled. He and Ryan had shown the guy quite a lot that first time and Drew had popped his cherry. Then he asked if I had a picture of my son. I told him there was one in my wallet in my shorts and Ryan found them and brought them to me. With trembling hands I had opened my wallet and showed them a picture of my son. “Hot damn!” Ryan blurted out, followed by Drew telling me the Jeremy he had met in the park was my son. I had set there in a daze on the edge of the picnic table listening to what they were telling me, my drug-hazed mind trying to take it all in. I didn't know what to say or think but Drew noticed that my cock was totally hard again and commented on it. “Looks like you're turned on Daddy Justin knowing I got your son high and took his cherry. Just like I took yours.” I groaned and wrapped my hand around my rock-hard boner. Finally finding my voice I shakily asked Drew what made him think that Jeremy would want to have sex with me, his own father. Maybe he was just into younger guys like Drew and Ryan. That's when Kevin had joined in the conversation. “There's a good reason we think that buddy,” he'd said sitting next to me on the picnic table. “The following weekend Drew brought Jeremy over to my place to party and play with me and a couple of my friends, about my same age. To make a long story short he got into the dad/son incest roleplay real fast and was calling each of us Daddy and loved when we called him son. At one point one of my buddies asked him about his own dad, if he was hot.” Kevin's gaze bore into my eyes as he paused then continued, saying, “and Jeremy told us his dad was hot as hell and he'd jacked off before, thinking about having sex with him. With YOU, Justin.” “Oh shit!” I'd moaned, and had to take my hand off my cock to keep myself from cumming. “So you see, Daddy Justin, it's something we can help make happen for you. If you want,” Drew softly said as he placed his lips on mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. Even as I had started kissing Drew back my mind was going a mile a minute and the forbidden desire grew into a dark irresistable hunger. Everything I had believed all my life about right and wrong, about what was and was not acceptable disappeared entirely, replaced by a hellish pulsing carnal eagerness to enjoy what these studs were offering me. They had broken me and I wanted to experience the decadence they had so easily led me to. “Yes,” I'd croaked, looking at Drew. “I want.” So now, here we were, at Kevin's place, waiting for my son Jeremy to show up. Kevin had called him before we ever left the park and asked if he wanted to come over tonight and have some fun with him and Drew and Ryan, and, he'd added, another friend of his who was around Kevin's age. Jeremy hadn't hesitated to excitedly tell Kevin that yes, he wanted to. I was nervous as hell while we waited but also turned on in a way I couldn't believe or describe. Drew and Ryan and I were in the bedroom with the door closed as we sat watching the live stream on the computer screen on the table in front of us. Kevin had hidden cameras and microphones throughout his apartment and we were going to watch him and Jeremy before eventually joining them. Kevin was getting things ready in the living room as we watched him set a couple of crystal-filled pipes and lighters on the coffee table along with a bottle of poppers, then put a hot bareback dvd in his player and checked with us to make sure we could hear and see him okay. Drew told him we could and a moment later there was a knock on the door of the apartment, making me jump. Drew laughed easily and handed me a glass pipe and lighter and told me to take a couple hits and to get ready to watch the show. I took a deep draw on the pipe once the smoke started swirling, my eyes and ears locked onto the computer screen in front of us. Kevin looked into the camera and winked at us before he opened the door. I moaned deep and felt my pulse quicken as I saw Jeremy standing there and then grin when he saw Kevin, who was wearing nothing but a snug-fitting jockstrap. “Fucking hot!” I heard Jeremy say as he eyed the sexy stud in front of him. Kevin chuckled. “Glad you think so, son,” and invited Jeremy inside. As soon as the door was closed the two immediately began making out, their moans loud even though muffled with their lips locked together. I blew out my third cloud and handed the pipe to Ryan as I felt my nervousness fade away watching Kevin and my teen-aged son. From next to me Drew kissed my neck and asked if I was okay. “Hell yeah!” I answered back, not taking my eyes from the screen. After making out for a few minutes Kevin broke the kiss and said, “Get out of those clothes son. Let your daddy see your hot naked body.” I knew Kevin meant me, but Jeremy thought it was his roleplay daddy. Jeremy quickly undressed and I gasped. His body was magnificent! Muscled, hard, a slight dusting of hair on his upper body. And his cock! Oh fuck, his cock! It was rigid and standing straight out from his tight abs and had to be at least as big as mine, if not bigger. Ryan pulled on one of my nips and said, “Your son is damn hot-looking isn't he, Justin? And look at that cock man!” That's exactly what I was looking at. We heard Jeremy ask Kevin, “Do you like seeing me naked Daddy Kevin?” in a voice deeper than I'd ever heard Jeremy use before. “Fuck yeah I do son!” Kevin answered. “Cmon,” Kevin continued, leading Jeremy to the couch. “Let's get you high and fucked up before we have some fun.” As they sat down on the couch and Kevin reached for the full pipe and one of the lighters Jeremy asked where Drew and Ryan and Kevin's friend were. “They'll be here soon,” Kevin told him. “Now here, suck on this glass cock and let's get this party started.” Jeremy eagerly and expertly placed the pipe's stem between his lips as Kevin lit the flame beneath the bowl. Jeremy started drawing in the thick smoke and we all heard Kevin say, “Get fucked up good son. This is going to be a night like you've never had!” And I watched my young handsome son inhale the fuck smoke that I was already hooked on. I couldn't wait to see how nasty it made him, just like it makes me. (to be continued)

After hitting 30, the covid lock down hit hard and I gained a bit of weight. At the end of 2021, and coincidentally the end of Covid restrictions, I decided to eat healthier. Especially since my colleagues, who are in their 20's, are all buff and work out regularly. This comparison was even more glaring once we all went back to the office. I didn't rush though, I lost about 40 lbs in those two years by portion control for meals and occasional stationary biking. I'm back to my old weight of 120lbs. I'm a short thing and I've always been attracted to men who are taller, and usually older. My college days were spent hooking up with older tall men into tiny Asian boys. It was always safe though. I have been in a relationship with the man I love for several years now, but very soon into the start of it I realized I can't get everything sexually I wanted from him. For example, he is a total bottom. And while I love fucking him, sometimes I crave the days of being manhandled by someone and going balls deep in me. My boyfriend and I fuck bareback, so over the years, if I hook up with someone else it was always with a condom. And these hook ups were very few and far between and usually someone who I've hooked up with before. I don't have much trust in dating apps. About a several months ago, I hooked up with someone who kept insisting to fuck me raw. While I find the idea super hot, I declined. He tried to fuck me with a condom but he kept going limp. I can't blame him. I can't remember topping with a condom and I'm almost certain I'd go soft too. I started looking into PrEP as a just in case. I talked to my doctor about it and he agreed that while condoms are still the best choice, it won't hurt to add PrEP into my daily prescription/vitamin regimen. I've been taking it ever since but honestly haven't thought much about it. I haven't really had the urge to get fucked recently. Now at the present, I'm finally confident enough to go to a gym and get my body toned. I signed up for a membership close by, with my only intention being getting healthier. I checked in on a weekend at around 3pm and the place was relatively dead, which I like because I'm a total introvert and still a bit self-conscious. I did my thing for about two hours, very proud of myself and headed for the locker room. There was only one other person in there who I didn't pay much mind to. As I was getting undressed, I noticed from my peripheral vision that this person kept glancing at me. I wrapped my towel around my waist so I can pull off my shorts and boxer-briefs without going full monty. I gave him a quick glance and we made eye contact for a couple of seconds. He was this tall black guy about 6'4" with short hair, a set of wireless headphones around his head. He was probably early to mid 40's, I can't be sure. He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves and sides ripped to his torso. I can see his enormous pecs and I felt a slight tingle in my pants. As I was pulling off my underwear I lowered my gaze to his grey sweats and saw that something massive was bulging. I felt my hole twitch. I quickly turned around nervous cause I didn't want to get in trouble in case I was misunderstanding the situation. I tried to clear my head of all these thoughts and grabbed my toiletry bag and shoved my duffel in the locker and locked it. I kept my eyes down with one hand on the towel around my waist as I walked towards the shower. When I was about to get into the small hall with the showers and dressing room, I heard movement behind me and a deep voice says "Hey..." I turned and put on an indifferent expression and replied "Hey." He looked me in the eye and said "Do you go black?" My mind was racing now. Did I hear him correctly? Does he mean what I think he means? I asked "I'm sorry?" Pretending I didn't hear so he'd repeat it. My heart felt like it was gonna jump up my throat. "Do you go black?" he said again. I heard myself say "I'm not sure what you mean." I think I wanted him to tell me exactly what he meant so there was no room for misinterpretation. He gave a small smile and shook his head and said "It's ok. Nevermind." He turned and started to walk back to the lockers. I guess my acting dumb made him think he misread me and that I wasn't gay or something, cause if I was, how would I not know what he meant? I kinda started to panic cause his sexy body and that bulge in his pants made me crave getting pounded. I blurted "I do... I do, though" He smiled and walked closer towards me and glanced at the entrance, then his eyes swept the bottom of the stall doors to make sure there was no one else there. When he was satisfied that we were in fact alone he turned to me and whispered "Show me." I tentatively grabbed the ends of my towel with both hands then slowly peeled it off. I was embarrassed cause my dick was already precumming. But it seems he wasn't at all interested in my dick anyway cause he whispered "Turn around..." So I turned and show him my ass and I heard him take a breath. He glanced at the entrance again and said "Go into that one at the end" then walked back towards the locker rooms. I turned and knew he meant the big dressing room with the handle bars for the disabled. The shower stall doors are translucent frosted glass while the dressing rooms have solid black ones. And even though they have gaps between the door and the floor, the big dressing room has its wall with the bench obscured so even if people glance at the bottom of the door, they wont see legs as unless they actually stick their heads in and look to the side. I slowly walked towards it, my hands shaking. I put my toiletry bag on the bench, wondering if he wanted me to wait long, but as I turned around he was already entering the room with his duffel bag and locking the door behind him. I was so nervous I couldn't think. He bent down and placed his duffel on the floor then turned to face me. Being this close to him just drove home how much bigger he was than me and I thought that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. This man can split me in half. Especially after seeing his bulge this close. He put his hands on my shoulders and had me sit on the bench. His crotch is almost to my eye level as he pulled down his sweatpants. It fell out and I heard myself audibly gasp. It was huge. Lengthwise it was probably around 8-8.5 but it was the girth that scared me. I swear it was thicker than my wrist. He pulled my head towards it and I began to lick. I was afraid it wouldn't fit in my mouth. After some licking of the head, I certainly tried. It was a challenge to just get even half in my mouth cause of the thickness... but I knew I was loving it. I couldn't throat it but I did my best to give him please anyway I could. I looked up at him as I was vigorously sucking the head. He smiled down at me and whispered "Too big?" I nodded but kept on sucking. He motioned for me to stand up and turn around. Now I obviously wanted this but I started having second thoughts... not only because of his size but also because I didn't prep my ass for this as I was not expecting anything like this to happen on the first day I went to the gym. I honestly didn't really think this type of thing happen except in porn or movies. I stood up and whispered "I'm not really prepared for this down there... should I go prep first?" He had bent down to get a magnum from his duffel and whispered "It's ok, I just wanna feel it." He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around, then put it on my back to lower it so I'm bent over the bench. I didn't see him get lube from his bag so I got even more worried I'd be taking that dick dry. I spat on my hand and rubbed it around my hole. I looked back and he had his condomed dick in his hand and spat a large amount of spit on it and spread it on his dick. He rubbed the head on my hole for a few seconds then slowly pushed it in. The pressure was intense. It felt like I was getting stretched to the limit and the spit didn't help at all. He felt me trying to run away so he held my hips tight with both hands. I wanted to scream. I can hear him whispering "Relax, you can take it, Relax." There was something about his girth and the plastic feel of the condom that was just creating friction, making the pain unbearable. He got about half way in and I jerked my ass away cause I couldn't take the pain anymore. I gasped and was breathing heavily. I quickly turned and plopped my ass down on the bench, afraid he'd try to stick it again. He looked down at me stroking his cock. "Too big?" he whispered. "Might be..." I said a little guiltily. He gave a sad smile and removed the condom and threw it on the ground. I was afraid he was too disappointed that he'd leave so before he could pull his pants up, if that was his intention, I grabbed his dick and started sucking on it again. We did this for a few minutes until he broke the silence. "Do you want this dick?" he whispered. I took his dick out of my mouth and said "Yes, sir" then went back to sucking it. "Stand up. You can take it. This is what you wanted." It really is. So I gave his prick one final suck, took a deep breath then stood up and bent over the bench again. He reached down for another condom and put it on. Then I realized I have conditioner in my toiletry bag. I pulled it out and squirt some in my hand and rubbed it around and in my hole. I felt the tip of his dick press against my hole. He put his right hand on my hip and put his left arm around my chest, probably to keep me from pulling away. I felt him slowly enter and gradually got most of it in. The conditioner definitely helped but there was still that plastic feeling friction but I endured through it. He nibbled my left earlobe as he works the last inches inside and then whispered "Does it hurt?" I nodded with a pained moan. He was all the way in now but barely moving. He pulled a couple of inches out then shoved it back in. I let out a hiss of pain and my body instinctively tried to pull away. But with how he was holding me there was no escaping. He licked the back of my neck then whispered "Are you clean?" as he gave another thrust. Breathing heavily I replied "Yes... I'm on prep. My doctor tested me for everything a couple of months ago before I can be on it..." "I see..." He said as he pulled out half way then gave me a hard thrust. I can feel my eyes start to water, and then I suddenly felt empty. He had pulled out. And I heard a snapping sound then saw him throw the condom next to me on the bench. I felt him spat on my hole and then heard him spat again, assuming to lube up his dick. I felt the warm head as he placed it against my hole and started rubbing it. It felt so fucking good. He then stuck the head in. No friction this time.., I just felt my hole widening to accept him. He shoved it all the way in and as it hit my prostate I let out a moan. He covered my mouth with his left hand as he slowly starts a rhythm. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered in my ear. "Mmhmm" I mumbled through his hand on my mouth. He started to pick up the pace. "Are you sure you're clean?" he asked again as he moved his left hand to my hips and now using both hands to pull me into him with every thrust. "Yes" I replied. I was in a fog of pleasure. Every time he hit my prostate my legs wanted to buckle. "You wanna do a threesome? Get fucked by two guys?" he whispered. My eyes widened and pulled me out of my stupor for a moment. "Now?!" I whispered in shock. He gave a deep scoff and said "No... maybe next time we meet here again and I'm with my buddy." Before I can even answer he started to go even faster and I was lost to pleasure again. I could hear him starting to breathe faster and heavier. "You just wanted this dick raw didn't you?" he whispered. I couldn't really answer. I know in my head I wanted it raw. But everything that happened after I entered the locker room was totally unexpected. "You wanted to feel me raw didn't you?" he asked again when I didn't reply. "...yes, sir" I replied quietly, almost ashamed. He kept pounding me and asked for the third time "You're sure you're clean right?" "Yes." He nibbled on my neck and whispered "I'm gonna nut in you." My head went into overdrive of pleasure and panic. I wanted to push him off, or rather I knew I probably should've pushed him off., but I was in total ecstasy and just let him pound me even harder. He moved his hands from my hips and wrapped his arms around my chest. "Tell me you want it" he whispered short of breath. I was quiet for several seconds as he fucked me fast and hard and finally said "Please, come inside me" I heard him say "Yeah, beg for my nut." Then I felt him tense and felt his dick inside me uncontrollably throbbing. His dick felt so hot in my ass. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. I could hear his stifled grunts and I loved it. He gave me a few more deliberate thrusts, emptying everything in his balls inside me. He slowly pulled out flinching here and there cause of how sensitive his cock currently is. When he was all the way out I felt a drop of cum rolling from my hole down to my taint and balls. He was breathing heavily as he bent down and pulled a shirt out of his bag and carefully wiped his dick, grunting. I slowly turned and sat on the edge of the bench on my tailbone. I didn't want to plop my cum smeared hole on the bench. He threw the make shift rag back into his bag and pulled up his sweatpants. He looked down at me and smiled as he picked up his bag and said "I'm usually here weekends." Then opened the door, peeked down the hall for a second, and walked out closing the door behind him. I was stunned. I didn't cum but I felt fully satisfied. It's never happened before... I put the conditioner back in my toiletry bag and re-wrapped my towel around my waist. I walked out of the dressing room and into one of the shower stalls. I turned on the water and stood in the corner away from the stream. I then gave my hole a small push and his cum started to leak out and roll down my legs in earnest. It was a lot. And as I watched, I got hard again and jerked myself to completion. It seems my first gym trip was a total success. I'm definitely gonna be going every weekend now, and I'll be sure to clean my ass before leaving the house.

Like everyone else, It'll be so much easier to show than tell

Good lord, I can’t count that high. I started sucking and fucking with kids in the neighborhood when I was 12 and 13. I stuck my tongue up a teammates ass at 15 and was already in to piss play at 17. Went to a bathhouse the night I graduated high school. I guess I may have been over 100 by the time I started university. There have been many years where it was over 250. That’s simply an assumption in that I sometimes had sex with 10 or 15 in one night. Yes, I have been a pig. A slut, a whore, and I have no regrets.

I rather show you...

I walk home thinking about my good time in the park, sucking dick. As soon as I walked into my home, my father started yelling at me, calling me a dick-sucking faggot, as I guess I had some cum on my clothes or face. Then my father started hitting me with his fist, saying he would not have a sissy faggot living in this family. I have a brother & sister, and my mother is trying to stop my father, who is drunk again. My mother tells me I should get it before he kills me. I get out the door and start walking, and my father is right about one thing I'm Gay and do like sucking dick, but I'm still an anal virgin. Fuck it's cold, and I only have $3 on me, so I'm walking. I think about what I will do as I have no skills. I go to this underpass as it's starting to rain. Cars are passing. I see this one car pass by three times the fourth time the car stops the driver opens the side window. Do you want to get out of this weather? I get into the car he introduces himself as Jack and asks where I'm going I say no place special just want to get out of this place. Jack ask how old I am 18 last month. Jack says it's 4 hours to his home if I want to go. He tells me there is some hot CoCo in the back seat if I want. I'm cold. The coco is hot, warming me up. It tastes funny. As we drive, Jack starts asking me questions. Why was I out by the underpass? I was thrown out of the house and I tell you why. Jack asks if I'm Gay yes I am. Jack: So am I so you like sucking dick? Yes Jack: Have you been fuck in the ass? No Jack: have you done any drugs? I have done weed. We get to Jack's home it's a nice place and tells me to take a shower Jack has a robe for me as Jack looks at me like a hungry Wolf Jack has a robe also as we sit in the living room and ask if I want to weed to smoke. This weed is stronger than the thing I have ever smoked Jack says it's spiked with Tina. I have heard of Tina. Jack opens his robe and I see the biggest dick I've ever seen l get on my knees and start to like it as Jack's hand is on my head telling me how to work his dick. Jack is about to cum but pushes me off. Let's see what we have here as Jack stands up and takes my robe off. What Jack sees is a 5 for 7 inches 110 lbs skinny fem twink the only thing I have is a bubble butt with an 8-inch dick Jack takes my dick in his mouth and does things to me that are driving me crazy with his hands spreading my butt cheeks as I can't stop from shooting my load in Jack's mouth. Jack gets up grabs me opens my mouth and spits my load in my mouth. Bend over the table boy as I want to see that hole.

part 2 2 nights later I was heading back to my hotel to pack and as if by autopilot I walked past the doorway I found him in. He wasnt there and I admit there was a tiny twinge of disappointment. anyway, 3/4 minutes later I was almost at my hotel when I heard a shout from a building across the street. "Hey mate" looking around I saw his cute furry face grinning at me as he grabbed his rucksack and sleeping bag and started to run across the street to where I was standing "hey man, hows it going? Any Spare change?" he asked with a sly grin. i grinned at the reference and implication that my asshole was now "spare change". "Fraid I've no change on me mate" *whispering* "but i have a €20" his grin was huge "great, lets go to your hotel so I can bang you proper" hmmm... the bloke was undeniably sexy but did I really want a homeless guy in my hotel room??? I like a certain standard of comfort and my hotel was one of the classier places in manchester. He saw my hesitation but interpreted it differently. his face turned a little mean and he kinda sneered at me "or maybe a skanky cumdump llike you prefers it up a dark alley among the rest of the trash??" FUCCKKKK my cock sprung up rock solid hearing him say that. I hung my head and nodded "yes sir, you'e right", "ok slut if thats what you want" he grabbed my arm and directed me back across the street. we walked for a few minutes, him chatting away excitedly like we were mates except people were walkign past and he was talking about the fucking i was about to get "damm your hole felt so nice the last time I bent you over. Not many sluts can handle my cock up their arse but you took it mate, damm every thick inch right up your shitter like a pro. i am gonna fuck you so hard this time but thats ok cos you like it like that dontcha mate?" i nodded, but he wasnt letting me off with a one-sided conversation."sorry man, couldnt hear you with all the traffic, you want my big unwashed cock back up your skanky asshole?????", "Yes Sir" my face was scarlet "how hard do you want me to give it to you mate?", "Hard Sir" "how Hard???", "very hard Sir" "I'v an old condom in my backpack, saving it for a special occasion but im not wasting it on the likes of you - youre gonna take my big bare cock AGAIN arent you?" this humiliating conversation was having a powerful impact on him and I could see his trackies bulging obscenely fortunately he then turned into a dark alley wewalked right to the far end where it was dark "i dont wanna hang around when im done with ya so Money now!" i handed him a €20 "drop yer drawers and bend over" i pulled down my jeans and boxers to my knees and bent over. iimmediately felt his nob against my arsehole. "Wait, I need lube!", "you want it wet you better suck it - otherwise its going up ya one way or another - I got my money" oh shit, what a dilema. either take his massive cock dry or suck his unwashed homeless cock. the choice was easy - I knew I wouldnt walk for a week if he tried to get that up me dry. i turned and knelt in the dirt and started sucking. it wasnt so bad. just some stale piss, he obviously had showered at the local hostel within the last 24hours - maybe just after he butt-fucked me the last time. I sucked and tried to generate as much spit as possible. all too soon he told me to bend over again i braced myself against the wall and pushed out my arse. he didnt waste time just lined his nob up against my hole and pushed it in. Again his dirty hand covered my mouth til I calmed down from his sudden entry then he fucked me no I mean he FUCKED me long deep agressive thrusts as he pounded me he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear "wish you had let me mount you dry - always wanted to try that" his thrusts were getting faster "I'd have shot almost immediately if you had let me but now this might take a while" "what else is a dirty slut like you willing to do to feel this big cock breed you?" I didnt reply *a sharp deep thrust* "tell me slut" "What do you want Sir?", "can I piss on you?", "Yes Sir" "lick my balls?, "yes Sir" "lick my ass?", Yes sir, please anythign sir just cum in me, I cant take any more" the conversation pushed him over the edge and once again I heard those weird animal growling noises coming from him as his sperm whitewashed my guts once again I had to clean his cock from my ass before he grabbed his stuff and walked away. I called out to him "wanna go back to my hotel?" he turned and once again I saw his cute little furry face break into a mssive grin. "you got more cash in that wallet?", "sure" "then clean yourself up and lead the way slut"

Visited manchester a few days ago for work. it had been a long busy week and I was trudging back to my hotel, checking out the apps looking for some big cocked stud to rearrange my asshole into his personal fucksleeve. thats how I regard men - just an ornament at the end of a cock. I hadnt had any action in a week because of work and i was feeling very "anxious". as I was walking along my eye caught the cute face of a homeless guy lying in a doorway. he was in his early thirties, nice body, furry face. He looked up at me and smiled asking for some "spare change". I shook my head as I honestly had no change in my pockets. "no problem have a nice evening" he said I walked on a few steps and glanced back. he was looking at me with a cheeky smile on his face. my little brain in my trousers had woken up and was taking charge. I wandered a bit further and every time I looked around he was smiling at me - it was like a dog sniffing a bitch in heat walking past. damm my arse was clenching in anticipation of something I hadnt even fully realized I was contemplating. i walked back and his grin got wider. maybe he just anticipated getting a few euro from me or maybe subconsciously he knew what was going to be offered. I knew I had to get this out before the logical brain took charge again. "hey mate, sorry I really dont have any change", "no worries man its cool, have a good evening" "Yeah well, the thing is..." (*Oh for fuck sake just say it*) "I have a couple of €20 notes but I cant give you those..." his face looked disappointed "... for nothing", "um... what do you mean mate?", "Well i'd give you a 20 if you gave me something in return" the guy frowned and turned to check his backback was safely behind him where I couldnt get it. I realised he thought I was trying to steal his stuff. I hurriedly reassured him I didnt want any of his possessions which made his frown deepen in confusion "Look man, what im proposing is I give yo €20 and you take me down a quiet alley and buttfuck me hard. Would you be up for that" "sorry mate im straight, id love the cash but I dont think I could fuck you" now it was my turn to look disappointed "Hey no worries, probably nowhere we could go anyway" "Sure there is a place nearby but I've never fucked a dude there" my cock lunched at the thought of him taking me the same place as he took his female sluts. I was also aware of people walking past and maybe wondering why im talking to this homeless guy "Lets go, if it doesnt work out sure theres nothing lost". he still looked uncertain but he stood up grabbed his rucksack and picked up his sleeping bag and walked off. I followed him. 2minutes later he led me around the side of a bank and half way down the side street he turned into a utility alley behind the buildings. we walked past a row of large green recycling bins and he stopped. I had to laugh when he laid down his sleeping bag like it was a marital bed. "um will this do?", "perfect" I assured him. "you'll definately give me €20?", "absolutely!!!" "ok so how do we do this?" he looked really nervous "Relax mate, its simple, im gonna drop my jeans and bend over and you just shove yourcock up my arse as soon as youre ready. just like sex with one of your women, except you dont have to be gentle!!", "Really??" he asked with a sly look on his face. "great! do you have a condom?" he looked worried. "No I dont, and i dont want you to wear one, i want to feel your bare cock inside me and dont you dare pull out til you cum if you want that money". I turned around with my back to him, unbuttoned my jeans and bent over. I spat on my hand and wiped it on my exposed hole. i could hear him spitting a couple of times and could hear the sounds of a cock being wanked furiously, I could feel the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind me. the heat of his knob as he pressed it against my pucker. then *SLAM* his massive cock was balls deep inside me he put his dirty hand over my mouth to muffle my yelling HOLE-EE-FUCK his cock was huge. I realised I never actually saw it - i foolishly turned my back on him before he pulled down his trackies. too late now it was inside me and pounding me hard. fuck it hurt but it felt amazing. hard to believe that cute smiley guy that caught my eye was the demon rearranging my guts. his inital painful piledriving of his cock into my insides had settled down to a steady pace. i could tell from his chatter that he was really enjoying himself. Telling me that the women he very occasionally screwed didnt like him to go fast and most wouldnt even let him near their arseholes - i now knew Why!!! he pulled out and told me to get on my back on his dirty sleeping bag. I lay down on it and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, positioned himself against my hole, his cute furry face looking down at me then I saw the sadistic sneer as he slammed his cock all the way inside me, past both sphincters. i had tears in my eyes as I looked up at him and asked for more lube. "nah, its fine" and kept fucking. "please stop for a second!!!", "No can do boss - you said if I wanted the money I wasnt to stop until i breed your skanky hole" oh shit that IS what I said although the "skanky" bit was hard to hear coming from a homeless guy. "please please, just give me a second", "Nope" fortunately he obviously hadnt fucked in a while and he got really close really fast. he made a weird animal growling noise as he shot his seed deep up my arse. finally he opened his eyes, smiled down at me and planted a quick kiss on the lips "thanks slut" he pulled his cock out and stood up, ordering me to clean his nob. i reluctantly sucked his cock clean. then he grabbed his sleeping bag and pulled it from under me. as I tried to pull my jeans up he started demanding his money. eventually i got dressed sufficiently to get my wallet out and hand him some money. As soon as he had the cash he laughed and said "normally the skanky whore gets paid for taking that kinda fuck. that makes you WORSE than a dirty whore on the street" then he ran off i finished tidying myself up and tried to look like someone that hadnt just got seriously fucked up the arse by a homeless guys cock. As I walked back to my hotel I imagined his cute face and how big a smile would be on it when he found out I had given him 2x€20 notes - for giving me exactly what I asked for

About two hours ago. Was going to meet up with my young Black Breeder then head to the gym for a workout with his loads absorbing into me - always had a great workout after a man bred me. Since time was short, I suggested he join me at my gym where he can get in for free with me. Afterwards, we ended up in one of the fully-sealed stalls in the locker room, I got his dick slick and bent over holding myself against the thick doorframe while he piped my faggot rear hole. Had me in all sorts of positions that I’ve seen in top amateur pornos. He nutted twice up my hole and kept hammering my butt churning his sperm deeper into my guts (he never really got soft).

Actually...these would be perfect. Guy too 😉

As I lay here with all these cameras, live streaming, watching what I’ve been doing over the last 14 days with Jack. Having my virginity taken by Jack 10 dick being slammed with Tina having more orgasms learning how to give pleasure to others. As Jack is waking up I decided to put on a show. I get between Jack's legs and crawl up to his dick and start to lick it then his balls until I get to the head and put his PA in my lips and pull on it. I've learned to suck a dick with a Prince Albert without chipping my teeth. Jack's dick has grown hard and I want it so I squat over and impale myself onto it until I bottom out. Jack hands me a strap for my arm then the syringe. I put the strap on and put the cap on the needle in my teeth., I look at my arm, and I see all the marks from taking being slammed, as it seems like the arm of a heroin junkie. I find a vain I stick the needle in I see the flash of blood press the plunger and release the strap. I have a hard dick buried in my ass and Jack is now twisting my nipples as I move my hips so Jack does not have to do much but just lay there as I'm fucking myself. I can see on Jack's face he is going to blow his babies into my hole. I can feel jacks dick pulsing and I see I'm also cumming on Jack's stomach and chest. I climb off and start to clean Jack's dick as I love the taste of a dick after I've been fuck. Jack is talking to me as I'm licking my cum off of his stomach and chest. He is saying my days are numbered. I

As I finish cleaning Jack's dick, he looks into my face, and he can see I did enjoy even the pain as he gets off the bed. I know Jack filmed this, but I did not realize it was also a live broadcast. I put my finger in my hole and feel the cum, take some and see how it looks, and put it in my mouth as Jack looks at me and then smiles. You are a natural-born pig. Then, sit beside me, and I see the strap and syringe. It's time to educate me on how to give,e a slam, as you will learn to love it. Jack shows me how to find a Vain, and with my skinny arms, it's not easy, but we do. The strap is put on my arm. I find the vain I see the flash of blood. As I pause, Jack smiles as I push the plunger the release the strap. Once I stop coughing, I feel the rush as Jack puts me on my back and puts my legs over my shoulders and drives his dick into my sore hole, and fucks me senseless as I'm moaning in the ecstasy of pleasure as I watch Jack pound away on my hole as he keeps talking to me about me becoming pregnant with his baby batter. Jack puts a plug in my hole so his loads don't leak out and keeps me ready for more as Jack keeps saying in about3 weeks at most I will be changed for life.

As I bend over the table, Jack spreads my ass cheeks, and I feel his tongue rimming my hole. I've never had this done before, as the feeling is so wonderful. As Jack strokes my dick, a great awakening is happening as Jack gets up and kisses the back of my neck, then whispers we have to get you ready. Jack hands me a bottle of Magnesium Citrate and tells me to drink it fast this is the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted then Jack gives me 64 oz. Of water to drink. I feel bloated Jack tells me to lie down and rest I feel my stomach growling as Jack disappears and I lay on the couch. Suddenly I have to go to the toilet, and I make it as my insides are emptying as Jack stands there laughing. Jack: boy over the next few weeks your life will change forever or you can leave now. Jack shows me how to douche my hole out as a clean hole makes Tops happy, so nothing gets in the way he says. I wonder what he is talking about. Then he hands me a razor and to takes off what little hair I have on my body Boy, let's go downstairs and have some real fun. The basement is set up as a film studio and sex dungeon Jack shows me a video of what is going to happen to me and what will happen to me if I don't follow his orders as he will keep me safe. The lust on their face begging Jack to fuck them more and this might be me? Jack showed me how to use poppers and then told me I could scream all I wanted as the first few times it would be painful being a virgin Get on your hands & knees and spread your legs. Jacks put cuffs on my ankles with a chain to bed corners. I can't escape now as I see Jack putting a P. A. into the head of his dick Jack opens a drawer and puts some powder on the head of his dick and says this is going to burn but you will soon be begging for it. Jack's tongue is back licking my hole which is a wonderful feeling he stops I feel jacks dick head on my ass hole and asks this is your last chance to leave. What other choices do I have? His dick starts to push in and I feel the pressure I ask Jack to slow down he slaps my ass cheek and to shut up as he keeps pushing in I'm screaming begging Jack to stop but he pushes all the way in with all his body weight on top of me and stops and tell me to try to squeeze his dick it feels better then I'm getting this rush from the drug he put on his dick. Jack whispers in my ear I just change your life as I'm making you pregnant with the loads I'm about to give you. The more he fuck me the better feel. I can feel the heat from Jack as his sweat is dripping on me as he pulls out and I see the dark blood on Jack's dick and he tells me to clean it with my mouth

Hi ….Cocks come in all shapes and sizes. What are your favorite. Mine are veiny, purple head and big mushroom. And hairy. What about you guys?

Got: Went to that bar across from the other bar where they moved the stairs in the last rebrand. The sometime open, sometimes closed dark room in the back of the top floor was open. It was last Thursday after midnight. I went to the dark room just just to see what was happening, there was only one guy in there. He had a huge uncut dick. Couldn't see him at all so I sucked it just enough to get it wet and backed up my ass up. Lucky me, he pushed in. He opened me up with nice long strokes but pulled out after about five minutes without cuming. Started pulling up my pants when another dick pushed up against my hole. He handed me poppers. Not as big as the first one, but still big, he fucked for a minuted or two and nutted in me with a load grown. There were multiple hands on my ass at this point and lots of fingers checking to see if he was fucking raw or wrapped. Once he pulled out, there was a lot of interest and some jostling for who got my ass next. Not sure how many ticks I got total but I counted 11 loads in a relatively short time. My husband was a bit annoyed when I came out because he thought I left him. I told him there I met someone. We danced and cum started leaking down my leg. He wiped it, and put in in his mouth and said "met just one person?" I took him to the dark room where he got his turn. Gave: (and took): Horny day today. Sniffies Post before work - "Need to breed on my way to office N/Q/R/W line". Lots of messages while I was showering, one from a guy in a Time Square hotel that came with a room #. He only sent and ass pic which looked decent, he was under 40 and decent stats. Told him I was coming through. Got there, room is locked. Light knock, no answer, wait, light knock, door open a crack. Naked guy, mid 40s sexy with a nice big dick. Says he needs a few more minutes and goes back to fucking the bottom. Bottom is a hot Latino otter, early 30s, clearly been taking loads all night. This other top really just wants his space so I'm standing there. "knock Knock". I open the door, another guy in business attire who I know from the sex party scene. We smile and laugh. Original guy grunts and gets dressed. I'm already hard and naked so I head over to the bottom to push my dick in. His hole is hot, grippy because it's swollen but also oozing slick cum. PERFECT. I fuck a bit and the guy I know wants a feel. I share, he has a nice cock you'd like it but nothing remarkable. He's fucking a bit and I tap him back out. I whisper that I'm late and need to cum. He back off. I push the bottom down on his stomach and just pound his tummy hole for about five more minutes until I unload. Other top cleans off my dick, licks up the tummy mess I've made of his hole and slides in. I clean up and leave and go to work downtown but somehow I'm more horny than before. I play on the apps while working, not expecting anything, I get a message from a bottom. He seems a little inexperienced but he has "anon" "quickie: tags in his profile. Initially he says he wants to kiss and cuddle so I just drop a dick pic and say I want you ass up and I only fuck raw. He replies with building, apartment and entry instructions. I walk over, her ass up and it's the most generic cum dump session ever. But I cum in him and feelers horny. That lasted about two hours. I got horny again, back on the apps around 4:30PM, no luck, everyone is on the evening move. Decide I will unload again on the way home at Vishara. But also do a quick douche in the rest room because, you know. Get to Vishara, pay for upstairs, nothing too interesting. Go main level, all tops, maybe, I don't know they're standing around. Go back upstairs and a find a new guy, middle eastern, and we go into a booth. He's a bottom, super hairy ass and I'm having trouble getting my dick in. I eat his hole quite a lot to get it wet and eventually get my dick in with some lube. He's really tight and the hairy ass is gripping my dick so I don't last long at all and cum in him. We get dressed, he steals out and I see a really big uncut dick is hanging through the slot. I close the door, locking my bottom out (sorry!), I bend down and start sucking and I can see army fatigue cargo shorts. I know exactly who this is from downstairs (early 40s latino, non-scene). While I'm sucking his dick, I lube my ass and fumble popper out of my bag. I stake a few hits while sucking him and then turnaround. Moment of truth, he doesn't pull away or go for a condom. He presses up against my hole and pushes in. He works up a nice long stroke and fucks for a good 15 minutes. This is loud shake the wall sex for this place. He nuts in my whole, I pull up my shorts and leave the room. A few minutes later that guy is back. He kinda whispers to me that his friend is downstairs and doesn't want to pay the $20 for upstairs but need a hole that can take "big papi dick". I follow him downstairs and he motions to a 30ish Dominican guy. I go into the adjoining booth where the guy asks for $5 through the slot to feed the machine. He has his dick out its big but soft so I past $10 through. He puts his dick through, gets hard pretty fast and fuck my ass until he cuts, which was after the money ran out and the attendant was banging on the door. I go back upstairs, still horny and decide to pay back the glory hole gods. I go into both one with adding room occupied. Stick my dick through, guy sucks, I whisper I want ass, he tries to put a condom on I leave. Go to another booth, put my dick through, repeat but this time I just get his ass right up to the wall. I fuck him through the glory hole and give my 4th load of the day. I was curious who I fucked so I waited around. Two guys went in and out but he never came out. So you think I was done but not today. I dropped my stuff home, changed to running clothing and went to the Ramble. It was quiet which meant less competition. I took four more loads and gave my fifth of the day. The tops were all big dick black guys, one hot, the other less than pretty. The bottom was a latino who spoke no English but had a cummy ass.

I did a quick search and didn't find any other topics on the first page of results, so I'm starting a new thread. Anyone else enjoy having sex with an ex? Two weekends ago I had sex with my 3-exes ago. We have both gotten more 🐷 since we were together more than a decade ago. And the sex was hotter than ANY sex we had when we were a couple! That was in part because we understand that we're exes for a reason and in part because we both know it's just sex, which wasn't a problem when we were in a relationship.... We live close enough to one another that we plan on getting together regularly to have sex. And I told him that if he gets bred by someone else and still wants more to let me know, cause I'll be right over! Him having sex with another man would never have been a consideration when we were together, much less me enjoying sloppy seconds!

SO, I am taking a break from writing the "Pozzed in Palm Springs" story, mostly after getting a little burn out, and wanted to try something different. Story is a different style and perhaps a bit more 'tame' but I hope it will still be enjoyed. ============================================ The books are spread to the walls, the papers are cast around the room, and the tattered remains of a night of study and education have fully given way to the sounds of impassioned love between two men. Ajamu drives his fat, coal black cock in deep, burying himself up to his balls in the tight white ass pushing back against him. He moans as the hot walls of the stretched boy pussy massage his aching ebony fuck stick. Beneath him, lying on his back, a young white boy lays gasping, feeling the huge black meat impale deep inside. Ajamu bucks his hips in a slow lazy rhythm, savoring the sensation of working this young white ass. “Good boy Daniel, squeeze me as I claim you.” Ajamu said to the boy, Daniel. Daniel's legs tighten around Ajamu's waist, urging him to fuck faster, but Ajamu is in charge here. He's waited a long time to be inside this smooth, muscled, 18-year-old slut, and he is going to screw this fuckchute as long as he can until he delivers his seed deep into the boys untrained Womb. An act he knows will happen regardless of the possible consequences. Sweat drips from Ajamu’s slick forehead as he twists his hips to corkscrew his ebony Baby Maker into Daniel's boycunt. Watching his long, very veiny cock slide smoothly in and out, His mind is on fire with lust, desire, hunger, and regret. He knows this night of passion will fulfill his needs and the needs of the boy, but it could also change his life forever. Ajamu was a 42 year old tall, lean, but surprisingly well toned African that had emigrated from Gambia. While arriving with high hopes, he had been disappointed by his inability to find a decent job. Trained as a computer systems engineer, he'd had the misfortune to arrive in early 2002, just as the high tech bubble imploded. After months of working nights as a cleaner, he had been happy to take a second part time job as a math tutor to Daniel. Daniel was the younger son of a sportswear manufacturer. He was bright, but undisciplined, and it seemed unlikely that he would gain admission to a prestigious university. Daniel was an only child, and also had only a single parent. His mother had passed away many years ago, and her death had perhaps started his rebellion. His father had put almost all his time into running his business, and so had little time to be their for his son. While he loved Daniel, he felt he could not be the father he needed to be, and so it was decided tutoring was necessary. He remembers their very first lesson. He had gone to Daniel's house, and they had spread the textbooks on the floor of his room, where they sat. The lesson had gone well, and Ajamu could feel early on that this young wealthy American was eager to please him. He would listen, respond, and Ajamu could tell he was much smarter than perhaps he let his parents believe. All throughout that first lesson, Daniel could be seen stealing glances. At the end Daniel announced he wanted to show something. He went into the bathroom that adjoined his room, and returned stripped down to a pair of silky red sports briefs. "So, what do you think?", he had asked, turning around in different poses. Daniel was someone who was very attractive, and knew it. His father was of Irish descent, his mother Filipino. From his father he had inherited curly red hair and light creamy skin; from his mother, delicate features, smooth skin, and brown eyes with just a hint of her almond-shaped eyes. He was active in sports, and his body was well-toned. Ajamu saw all of this at a glance. He also saw how the low-cut briefs showed the pale untanned skin and thick, curly hair of the topmost swath of Daniel's pubes, and how the briefs accentuated the round curves of his young ass, and how the impression of his semi-rigid cock was pressed in relief against the crotch of his briefs. Ajamu felt a growing sense of discomfiture which was swelling as fast as his cock in his jeans. "It's one of the designs my Dad makes. You like it?", Daniel prompted. Ajamu grimly nodded. "Here, for you - you'll look great", Daniel said, and threw Ajamu a new box of the briefs. And with that strange exchange, the first lesson was over.

I was doing something online yesterday and ended up Googling MansCountry ( for the young ones, it was a bathhouse of great fame in Chicago) Among the results that came up,there was a YouTube link I followed and I will put the link at the end of this post ( pre approved by a mod, btw) Anyway- I watched the whole thing, 3 older gay men smoking cigars and talking. Recalling how things were in the 60's and 70's, how many of the rights and gains gay folk have today came with a lot of blood, a lot of persistence, and making " good trouble". I found the talk a great reminder for those of us who lived thru those days, and a good lesson for the younger guys coming out in the last 20 years of just how hard the fight was to get where gay people are today. Look, I have no ties to the YT page, I don't even know the 3 kinksters, tho at least one of them does have name recognition. But in the current political and social climate where so much of what has been won is just as easily close to being taken away, I thought it was one YT video worthy of all of us watching and remembering (or realizing for the first time) how fragile the foundation we have been standing on is, and how some would love to destroy it, and in turn, all of us. The link [think before following links] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyN7WeYU61M

Well, look at my nickname. I partake in pharmaceuticals. Or more accurately, sex-enhancing, non-pharmaceuticals. I’ve gone 60+ hours with one guy.

I have flown from California to Europe specifically to hook up with the guy I met online. Obviously, I then visited other friends and went to several other countries. I have flown from California to Philadelphia only to play with a guy I met online. We spend five days together. And then I flew back home again. And while man’s country still was open in Chicago, I flew there several times a year with only the intent of partying a long weekend. I took a taxi from the airport to men’s country and then on Monday morning, a taxi back to the airport.

Spoken like a true slut whore 😈😜 …… with you 💯 same here…. Fuck it I tried counting on nights out at sex clubs but always lost count after about 25 in any one night…. It was still less than half way through the night too 😜

my sweet Babe FB just left. idk what else to call this, but we're on our third year and it never gets old. i can't see a traditional relationship, forced into some sort of mold, ever working for us... but the way we touch and kiss each others bodies (never kissed on the mouth?) goes beyond 'just sex' (if there is even such a thing as "just sex?"). We manage to have an ongoing affection for each other that makes the sex that much better, and the sex is always incredible. my guess is if we tried to make it different, we might ruin it? Sometimes i don't realize how much i want Him until i'm actually between His legs kissing and licking His thighs and balls, swallowing His cock... then He penetrates and fucks me, and He owns me. i don't think He realizes it, but there's a definite oneness thing that happens and i meld into Him. i do think He is starting to grasp just how much i love His seed inside of me. i have an awful lot of it after 3 years, i have His mark on me. sigh.

Do the math. There aren't very many people in total on this site. Only a few of them are in your area. If you specify a particular day/time window, many people will be busy (even the most avid sex fiends have lives, too - they have to pay the rent like everyone else). Hooking up is NOT the primary purpose of the site, and never has been.

When I had my 25th sex partner, back when i was a teen and in a time when being promiscuous and having a loose ass were derided by the white picket fence gays, a lot of my friends were scandalized I had already been with that many guys. I knew then I wanted to be as promiscuous as possible. I have been keeping score ever since.

awesome

I've been fucked almost every night in a cruising area since I discovered it when a few months before my 18th birthday. A young bubble butt gets a lot of attention! I think I lost count before the year was over 😉

The only thing a condom is good for is making a devil's dick. Fucking with a condom is like washing your feet with your socks on.

No, I have not fucked an ex, and I don’t think I would. But I have fucked my ex’s boyfriend, and he doesn’t know.

I absolutely will not allow a condom up my ass, and I refuse to put one on. I would rather get up and walk out, then use a condom. And I have!

Long time friend of mine (almost 20 years) is a huge pig & nasty piss daddy, but never fucked bareback until PrEP came along--he's in his late 50s, and he had a partner in the 1990s who died of AIDS complications. The sex was hot, but knowing a condom was in the way, was always a bit of a buzz kill. In addition, even in my 20s, I couldn't stay hard when fucking with a condom but it was required for sticking it in my friend's hole--his body, his boundaries. For the first time recently, I got to feel his bare dick in my hole--all 8" of it. It was heavenly.

Fuck This sTory is jusT fucking amazing, each chapTer geTs hoTTer and hoTTer. jusT shows the power of Ms Tina, how she makes you feel beTTer Than you ever have before. i'm speaking from experience Ms Tina changed my life forever.

Dale leaned down and softly kissed Brock's neck as his poison-tipped member found his nephew's hole and pushed against his virgin sphincter. The pressure evoked waves of anticipation and pleasure that rippled through Brock's body. Instinctively, the teen pushed a little, relaxing his hole just enough that his uncle could push inside. The precum-slick head of Dale's lethal organ sat just inside his nephew. To Brock, his uncle's cut head felt like a molten ball of metal, radiating warmth to his whole body. Brock inhaled sharply at the sudden fullness he felt. Dale had done a great job opening up his hole, because Brock didn't feel much pain. Just very full. That changed as Dale began working more of his dick into Brock's guts. "Oh fuck, uncle Dale!" Brock moaned as his hole stretched around his uncle's circumcised head and thick shaft. Dale's hairy, athletic body loomed over Brock's taller, broader, more muscular frame. Brock clenched the mattress as he adjusted to the invasion of his body. Brock had experimented a little with his own hole, mostly fingering himself while jerking off or in the shower. His uncle's member took that pleasure to a level Brock had never fathomed. Brock found himself subconsciously reaching down to spread his cheeks to allow his kin deeper inside him. "Eager. I like that," Dale growled into his nephew's ear. He began slowly thrusting into his nephew's tight hole. The generous amounts of virus-laden precum definitely helped, but nothing could fully prepare his nephew's hole. "You've never been fucked before, have you?" Dale asked slightly incredulously. It took Brock a second to realize he'd been asked a question. "You're going to be pozzed on your first fuck." The significance of being converted by his first fuck was not lost on Brock. In fact, it was one of the things he was most eager about. His own uncut cock was streaming precum. Neg precum. His uncle was slowly and deliberately thrusting into Brock's hole until he met resistance. Every thrust was a cacophony of conflicting sensations. First pleasure as his uncle's fat mushroom head hit his prostate, which quickly collided with the electric jolt as it met resistance. Dale continued working against that pressure slowly. Agonizingly. Each thrust pushed a new pulse of precum from Brock's own sizeable member. Brock tasted his precum a few times, but avoided touching his dick much. He knew he would explode instantly if he did. "Stay right here, kiddo. You're going to love the next part." Dale slid slowly out of Brock's hole. The sudden feeling of emptiness left Brock longing for more. Dale fished a brown bottle out of the pocket of his jeans before stripping them off and tossing them next to the tripod. "Roll over," Dale ordered and Brock obeyed, now prone on the futon, Dale stood over Brock's head, venomous precum streaming from the head of his dick. That precum was already coating Brock's guts, its viral payload making its way into his bloodstream. Dale shook the brown bottle a couple times. He uncapped it and held it under his nephew's nose, helping him breathe deep through each nostril in turn. Brock felt light headed briefly before the feeling spread out of his head to the rest of his body. His skin felt like it had been charged with electricity. Waves of arousal and pleasure that Brock usually felt when he had a raging erection were pulsing from his hole. His hole that he was becoming increasingly aware was empty. Some feral part of his brain was telling him he needed that void filled again. Dale recognized the primal need in his nephew's shifting body language. He returned to the futon and easily slid his member back inside. Brock grunted as the feeling of deep resistance returned. Dale helped him dose from the bottle of poppers again before taking a generous dose himself. Then he pushed. Brock felt his whole body relax as the second dose of poppers permeated his body and his uncle's dick slid through the resistance, finding its way to the deepest parts of Brock. Brock was speechless. He was damn near breathless. Dale began thrusting again. Still slow and deliberate, but this time with an amount of force that Brock met eagerly by bucking his meaty ass to meet each push. "Fuck yes, kiddo," Dale encouraged his nephew. "Your hole feels so fucking good." Brock could only moan in response, but Dale got the impression he was enjoying himself. "I'm not going to last much longer this deep inside you, bud," Dale conceded. "Are you ready for my toxic seed? There's no turning back if I keep going. I won't pull out." A glimpse of clarity broke through the haze of the poppers. "Fucking POZ ME, uncle Dale. I need your toxic load in me." Dale picked up the tempo of his thrusts. Despite not having touched his dick, Brock felt his own orgasm building as his uncle's dick massaged his prostate with each thrust. "You ready, bud? You ready to join my fuck club?" "Please POZ me. I need you to POZ me," Brock pleaded with his uncle. Brock could feel Dale's dick begin to swell inside him. His uncle drove his toxic sting as deep as he could. Something between a moan and a scream escaped him as his dick began to spasm inside the teen. And then the cum began to flow. The spasms of his uncle's dick pushed Brock over the line. He was so pent up, there was no preamble before rope after rope of thick, white jizz began blasting from his dick. He hit his own eye, he coated his torso, a couple shots shot past his head and landed on the black futon mattress. One shot missed the futon entirely, landing on the floor beyond the frame on the end. Each shot was followed by a heavy *plop*. Within a second of Brock's impressive display starting, Dale began unloading in his nephew's guts. Dale didn't bother to count how many shots of venom he pumped into Brock's vulnerable guts, but he knew it was likely a record for him. Dale slowly eased his dick out of his nephew's hole. "Be sure to clench, I'm about to pull all the way out and you want to keep as much of that in as you can." Brock could see streaks of red mixed into the froth of cum on his uncle's dick. He did as he was told and clenched. A small dribble of cum leaked out, but with how deep Dale's poisonous DNA was inside him and him being on his stomach, it wasn't going anywhere. Brock scooped up the dribble of cum and licked it off his fingers. It tasted incredible. Better than his uncle's precum. Dale crossed to the camera and turned it off then returned to help Brock sit up. He kissed his nephew deeply. And held him in a strong embrace for a while. "Most likely, you are going to get very sick in a few weeks. When you do, call me and I will come help with what happens next. Can't wait to tell Rodney I met my nephew for the first time tonight."

Part 11 Greg's ass was smooth as silk and tight as hell. The heat of his fuck chute felt great enveloping my bare cock as I slid deeper inside him. The muscles in his hole spasmed then loosened then began pulling more of my shaft into his ass. Greg had stopped moving his own cock in and out of Chad's ass and I felt him pushing back on my dick as he moaned loudly in carnal pleasure. “Aw fuck man,” I groaned out, “your ass is so damn hot! It looks fucking perfect wrapped around my cock with that jock strap hugging your asscheeks. How's that cock feel inside you stud?” I whispered as I gave him the last couple of inches. Greg turned his head to look at me, a fire of lust in his eyes. “It feels awesome man,” he groaned. “You've got me stuffed full and stretched wider than I've ever been!” He paused to catch his breath and I felt him push back against my pubes which were pressed against his muscled ass. “Fuck me man! Fuck me, please!” I pulled back a few inches and held there for a moment. “Keep fucking my little brother dude, while I fuck you. Pushing your cock harder into him every time I slam balls deep inside you!” Chad was caught up in the pigginess of the scene and reached back to spread his own asscheeks wider. “Yeah, man, do it. Fuck me while he fucks you! Ram your hard raw married cock deep inside my hole and fuck the hell out of me! Don't stop 'til you blow your cum deep up my guts!” Greg grabbed Chad's hips tighter as he resumed thrusting in and out of my little brother's partyed-up cock-hungry jock hole, burying every inch deep again and again making him and Chad both groan and spew out dirty sex-talk. I, in turn, took hold of Greg's hips and began moving in and out of him, shoving my entire length into his hole on each outstroke he made from Chad's ass. I leaned down to speak in his ear as the three of us got into a synchronized rhythm of fucking. “His ass feels good on your bare cock doesn't it man?” I asked seductively, knowing Chad could hear me too. “No way it'd feel this good if you were wearing a condom, huh?” Greg was driving deep and hard into Chad as he answered, “No. It'd never feel this good with a condom. Such a hot ass!” He withdrew his dick part-way from Chad's ass and impaled himself more on my cock that was giving him and his hole so much pleasure. “And you love having my raw cock fucking you too, don't you? My raw married cock fucking your hot married ass. You don't want me to pull out and put on a condom do you?” “No!” Greg cried out immediately. “Don't pull out man! Don't stop fucking me! Bareback my fucking ass!” Before I could say anything Chad egged us all on, saying to Greg, “Are you going to let my big brother cum in your ass dude? Do you want him to breed you like he did me while ago?” Greg growled loudly and told us both, “Fuck yes! I want you to cum in me fucker! Breed me with your cum while I breed your dirty little brother with my cum!” “Fuck yeah!” Chad and I both shouted at the same time as our fuck grew more intense. I felt Greg's body stiffen and tighten under me seconds before he cried out that he was going to cum in Chad's ass. “Fucking give it to me!” Chad coaxed him. “Give me your hot cheating married cum you dirty stud!” With one powerful final thrust into Chad's hole, Greg bellowed and began coating my little brother's ass walls with another load of married cum, adding to what I'd given him earlier. As Greg orgasmed inside Chad, his ass clenched tight around my own cock and I felt my nuts pull up ready to unload. “Here it cums, man!” I cried out. “I'm cumming! Oh fuck man, I'm cumming in you!!” and I began shooting volley after volley of seed into Greg's ass, as he begged me for every drop. After a few moments I slowly withdrew my still-hard cock from Greg's cum-filled ass then he removed his own boner from Chad's hole. His bare hard-on was covered in a combination of his and my cum loads, both of which were soaking in Chad's ass. Without a word or a moment's hesitation Chad spun around on the bed and slid his lips all the way down Greg's jizz-coated cock. “Oh fuck yeah!” Greg moaned. “Yeah baby, clean that cock for me. Get all that cum off of it.” Chad hummed softly around the dick in his mouth and I grabbed the pipe and lighter and handed them to Greg, grinning. “I'm glad you took my call and were the one who brought up the booze.” Greg blew out a thick white cloud, handing me the pipe and lighter and returned my smile. “Yeah, me too,” he said, “and like I said I'm free all night if you guys want me to stay and play some more.” Chad slid his mouth off of Greg's cock and looked at him. “For sure man we want you to stay. We can still have a lot more fun.” As I exhaled my own hit and handed the pipe and lighter to Chad, he looked intently at Greg with a greedy hunger. “Have you ever fisted an ass before, man?” he asked as he began inhaling. (to be continued??)

Jacques gripped my ankle and swing my head over the bed. Uncapping the poppers, I watched as he took four deep huffs then held my head as I copied him. Standing over me, I watched as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, head hanging off the bed. I moaned and gripped his thighs as he slowly pushed his cock deeper down my throat, tasting his shaft, already covered in my spit and phlegm. “Fuck man, you fucking whore,” he whispered as I felt his balls bang against my mouth. I counted to five as I waited for Jacques to start face fucking me. Nothing. He just stood there, cock deep in my fuller, leaking precum as I breathed through my mouth. Without warning he shunted his cock deeper into my throat, his balls covering my nostrils and making me gag. My hands came up to try and push him away and he grabbed them. “C’mon fucker, take it like the queer you are,” he whispered as he continued shunting his cock. “Mmmmm you cock seems to like it bro,” he said. And he was right. My cock was rigid. Hard as steel. And with every shunt, I pissed precum down my shaft. “Fuck yeah, faggot likes this.” I moaned. Part in protest and part due to how incredible his abuse of my throat made me feel. Jacques released my hands and I dropped them to my cock and balls, wanking my shaft and squeezing my balls hard. Jack groaned in appreciation as he continued to shunt his cock viciously down my throat. I’d be bruised for days I thought - throat and cunt. My cock stiffened at the thought of going home and presenting my bruised cunt to my boyfriend to eat out and viciously assault, as he always did when I came back from being a whore. Finally he withdrew his leaking meat from my throat, and pushed me back onto the bed. He stood there panting, his cock wet with my gob and coated with my phlegm. He drew his hand up his cock then licked it clean. “Fuck man you taste good on my cock,” he said joining me on the bed. “Roll over, now, let me taste your mancunt.” I didn’t need to be told twice and rolled over, getting in all fours. I heard him huff then picked up the bottle he tossed up the bed and took four deep huffs. I felt his hands part my cheeks and slide beteeen them, his thumb grazing my hole. “So fucking wet and sweaty already” he said, almost in awe as he gobbed down my crack. I could feel his spit drip down the hairs of my cunt and onto my hairy ball sack. “Beautiful,” he continued as he gobbed again. And again. And again. I was breathing hard with expectation. Just fuck me, I thought. Fuck me and fuck me hard. “No. Not yet. I want to explore your arse.” It was as if Jacques could read my mind. He leaned in and inhaled, pressing his nose into my hole. “Mmmmmmmmm,” he moaned as I growled and pushed back into his face. He breathed out and breathed in again, before rubbing his face into my crack. “Fucking love your sweaty musk, dude,” he intoned. “Fuck it’s so heady and thick, coating your hairy cunt.” He licked up and down my crack, his muscular tongue pushing into my pores, making me gasp. “Jesus, it’s gonna taste so good with my precum and cum mixed with the juice of your guts,” he continued to lick up and down my crack, spreading my arse cheeks even wider apart. “Push out for me, dude.” I obeyed. “Fuuuuuuuck! Beautiful. Again.” I pushed out again, feeling his tongue rub against my sphincter every time. “Jesus Jacques, don’t fucking stop!” I begged as he pushed his tongue into my hole, and I tried to pincer it tight in my cunt. He moaned. “Fuck yeah baby, just like that, push it open and let me get in there.” I opened the poppers again and huffed. Long deep breaths as he pushed his tongue deep into my chute. “So fucking tasty. So fucking sweet.” He spread my cheeks even wider to chew on my hole, making me gasp with pleasure and push back against his stubbles face. “Yeah, fucking get your mouth around my cunt, fucker. Eat my hole out. Get it fucking slick for your load.” “Turn over, cunt,” Jacques ordered, lifting me into the air and spinning me onto my back, legs in the air in one swift movement. Before I had time to react, he’d spread my cheeks again and was gobbing into my hole. “Swallow it,” he said as he hawked gob after gob onto my hole. I complied, working my cunt muscles to suck up his gob, physically feeling it cost my guts. “Let’s make this more interesting his said. Leaning my arse against his chest he leaned over and retrieved a bag from the side draw, waving it in my face. I grinned. “Fuck yeah, you filthy cunt. Shard me up.” Jacques grinned and as I watched he pulled a shard of Tina from the bag. “Hold still.” I closed my eyes as I felt him use two fingers to open my cunt, before gobbing into my chute and then dropping the shard into my open hole. Releasing his fingers, he kneaded my buttocks, as I felt the shard rub and slowly dissolve in my cunt. The warmth was almost instant. Pulling my legs off his shoulders, he leaned down to kiss me. “Ready?” I looked straight into his dark eyes. “Fuck yeah.” “I don’t think you are,” he said as he rubbed his engorged glans against my cunt. “Fuck man, I’m gonna make your cunt bleed with my poz cock.” “Go for it, fucker. Give me everything you got.” Jacques leaned in. “Fuck, yeah.” We kissed as the shard took hold.

And it’s done folks! Just got back home from the salon now. The process was literally 100% less painful than for my nips and I don’t even feel it now, 30 minutes after having it done. The piercer talked me through the process very professionally (I admit, I was very nervous) and everything went. Now it’s nicely wrapped, I’ll show it when I’m able to!

*please excuse any rough grammar in this one. Haven't gotten as much time to edit as I usually take, but I wanted to get this chapter out* "Curiosity is going to get you into trouble, Brock," Dale said. In person, Dale was even more striking than he had been on the screen. He was a bit over 6' tall and he was very fit. Not exaggerated like a body builder. More like a man who worked a very physical job or a natural athlete. His beard was still immaculately trimmed. He wore a white shirt that was nearly skin tight and contrasted nicely with his tan. His dark wash jeans were just tight enough for his bulge to be unmistakable. Brock started from his fixation on Dale's bulge, "Wait, how do you know my name?" "You really do look like your mom. Well, more like your grandpa Glen," Dale continued as though he hadn't heard the question. Dale had closed the distance between them. His eyes drifted down to Brock's dick and the substantial amount of precum dripping from it. He slicked his fingers through the precum. "Except that. That you get from my side of the family." He licked the precum off his fingertips. Brock was confused. "Your...side of the fam..what...?" Dale's laugh was a low, masculine rumble. "Before you ask, no I'm not your dad. My brother Rodney is." Brock was trying to process this information when the realization that his uncle had just swallowed his precum crashed over him. His dick throbbed. "So what are you doing here, Brock? This isn't exactly a place for preppy high school boys," he chided. "Online chat rooms said the bookstores were an easy place to get off," Brock replied sheepishly. "So I thought I'd check it out." "You decided to come to the Block for your first porn store experience?" Dale asked, somewhat incredulously. "What does your search history look like?" Brock looked down sheepishly and chuckled. He was still painfully hard and leaking precum. "They definitely left some things out." Dale chuckled again, "I'm sure they did. The preview booths can be pretty popular if you want some glory hole action." Brock could see his uncle's bulge was a bit more defined. "That's what I had heard. What was that video playing downstairs?" Brock was careful not to let on that he had seen the second part. "I do some amateur porn stuff. We sell...actually, just follow me." Dale swiped up some more of Brock's precum and walked toward the heavy curtain as he casually licked it off his fingers again. Brock stuffed his still hard dick back in his boxer briefs and buttoned his jeans before turning to follow. Behind the curtain was, as far as Brock had seen, the cleanest room in the building. He immediately recognized the futon. There was some very low tech camera equipment set up in front of the futon. "Welcome to my studio," Dale said sarcastically with an exaggerated gesture around him. "I opened the store back in the 80s fresh out of high school. Decided to try and cut some overhead by putting some home made products on the shelves." "And what about the fuck club the guy was talking about?" Brock was still trying to hide how much he knew. "Ah. That..." Dale turned to a small table and picked up a small orange flyer. He handed it to Brock. It advertised a monthly sex party and had the store's info. "Every second Saturday. All day. Usually rent out some space in a park or hotel depending on the weather. The video is part of the application process." "I want to apply," Brock blurted out immediately. Dale smirked a little, "You've seen what that process entails. Are you sure?" "Yes." Brock had already begun stripping his clothes off. Dale checked the camera and adjusted some lights. When Brock was down to just his boxer briefs, he sat down on the futon. Dale didn't start the camera rolling. He stripped his shirt off, baring his furry chest and abdomen and sauntered over to stand over Brock. Brock wasted no time unbuttoning the fly of Dale's jeans and getting the head of his uncle's dick in his mouth. It was covered in a layer of precum. Brock cleaned off every drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his uncle's slick, syrupy fluid on his tongue. Then he began to work his way down the shaft. "As you probably saw in the video, I am poz and not on meds," Dale said. "I'm sure you have learned about HIV in school." Brock mumbled something in the affirmative around Dale's massive dick. Dale pulled Brock off his dick roughly, "and you are aware that you will, in all likelihood, be infected?" Brock had been terrified of HIV when they learned about it in sex Ed. His bible-thumping health teacher and the abstinence only curriculum she taught had made it out to be a modern biblical plague sent down to cull the homosexual and exterminate the sexually immoral from the earth. Brock had written all of that off as hyperbole and researched it for himself online. He had a better idea of the risks and how it was transmitted, but he was still a little terrified. And that terror was like steroids for his libido. "Yes, sir," Brock looked up at Dale, a lustful hunger simmering to the surface, "I want you to poz me, uncle Dale." Dale growled something unintelligible in response and let Brock return to his dick. Brock enthusiastically devoured Dale's cock, pushing himself further down the shaft, letting Dale's cock stretch his throat. Before long, Brock's nose was buried in Dale's pubes. Brock was quietly impressed with himself and came up for air, working Dale's head with his tongue. Dale wrapped his hand around the back of Brock's skull and pushed. His dick rocketed back down the young man's throat and dale roughly and held him there until he felt Brock's throat spasm and saw the panic on Brock's face. Dale withdrew his dick and a mixture of saliva and Dale's precum dripped from Brock's chin. As he coughed and sputtered, trying to recover from being choked, Brock looked up at his uncle. The light and joking demeanor that had run under Dale's teasing only minutes before was rapidly being replaced by lust and a primal desire to infect his own kin. Before Brock could fully recover, his uncle's 8" member was sliding back into his throat. Brock was impressed with his ability to keep up, considering he'd only ever casually experimented with deep throating food. He suspected it was because his uncle' dick was thick enough that it left little room for gagging - it was like trying to squeeze a hot dog into a straw. When it was apparent that Brock was comfortable with the size of his dick, Dale pulled out and let his nephew clean the fluids off his dick. "Stand up. We need to get some interview material," Dale said. He stepped out of frame of the camera. The red light on top of the camera blinked on. "State your name and age for the camera." "Brock. 18." "And why do you want to join this sex club." Brock pondered this question for a minute. "I always thought I was destined to change lives," Brock said, grabbing his steel-hard dick and emphasizing the outline of his bulge against his compression boxer briefs. "I figure my best chance to fulfill that destiny is with this." Brock had often felt like an outcast among his peers. He had been the tallest in his class since the 6th grade. A couple guys on the basketball team had finally caught up to him this year, but otherwise he stood a good 3" over everyone else at his school. The nicknames about his height were corny, but liveable. The introduction of the locker room and having to change in front of his classmates had been fresh hell. He never could quite figure out why he was being made fun of for having a dick that bulged regular underwear to obscenity. He got really good at hiding his erections and wore athletic compression shorts to reduce his bulge, but still most of his peers had a rough idea of his size and decided it was something of ridicule. He tried to find new ways to hide what should have been one of his best traits. Standing there on camera, painfully erect, there was no hiding his dick anymore. "Take those off, let's get a look at you, Brock." Brock quickly shucked his boxer briefs. Dale picked up the camera and took the audience on a tour of his nephew's body. Starting from the top, he pointed out brock's chin-length auburn hair and full beard. The camera lingered on Brock's muscular arms and shoulders, toned pecs and abs generously pelted in dark red hair. And then the camera found its way to Brock's uncut, 9" cock nested in a thicket untrimmed public hair. "That is an impressive piece for someone so young," Dale commented. Brock shrugged. "Good genes, I guess," Brock smirked and saw a trace of amusement return to Dale's eyes before lust snuffed it out again. Dale circled Brock like a lion playing with its meal. After some good shots of Brock's meaty, muscular ass, Dale returned the camera to the tripod and stepped back into frame. "On your back, legs up," Dale commanded. Brock obeyed. Dale positioned his dick, dripping precum, just outside Brock's hole. From this angle, Brock had a great view of his uncle's scorpion tattoo. He reached out and caressed the tattoo gently with an air of longing. He thought about all the precum he'd already swallowed and trembled with excitement as he became consciously aware he'd already consumed a substantial amount of his Dale's virus-laden venom. His uncle's infectious DNA was dripping onto Brock's hole. Brock knew he was ready for the sting of inevitable death. To be reborn among those who would not only appreciate him, but celebrate the things about him that he had been bullied for. The things he resented. He wanted what his uncle was talking about in the private video he's seen in the office. The Scorpion Society. That was where he belonged. With the unexpected, gentle gesture, Dale seemed to have a sudden change of heart and instead of plunging his stinger into Brock for the kill, he nealt down and engulfed Brock's dick in his mouth. He took Brock to the root in one swift movement. Brock could feel his uncle's throat working around his soda can thickness with ease. "Holy fuck..." Brock managed before he devolved into gutteral moans of pleasure. Brock's eyes rolled back in his head. Brock's orgasm had been building from the moment before he got out of his car. Brock had been through a roller coaster of emotions. Anxiety. Curiosity. Lust. Terror. Lust again. More lust. Brock felt like all of those emotions were being loaded directly into his vas deferens and if his uncle kept going, they were going to explode. Spectacularly. Dale seemed to realize this and released his nephew's cock, trailed his tongue past his balls, and buried it in Brock's furry hole. Dale was showing his brother's bastard son much more compassion than he had shown for Zeke in the video downstairs, which did not go unnoticed by Brock. Dale alternated swirling his tongue around Brock's hole with probing deeper with his tongue. Before long, Dale was working a finger deep inside his nephew. It seemed effortless. Brock was vibrating with excitement when he realized his uncle had slicked up his finger with the deadly slime oozing from his dick. Brock knew that his uncle's virus was already going to work against the vulnerable mucosa that were the only barrier between him and his coming conversion. Dale worked his way up to three fingers. Brock noticed a feeling of burning while his uncle worked his hole open the last bit. Dale returned to his original position, dick positioned just outside his cognate's now slightly agape hole. Brock spotted the blood under his uncle's fingernails. He knew his T cells had already lost the war that was on the verge of raging in his blood. The blood he shared with the man commanding the assault. The man whose viral dna was dripping into his hole as he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

The Birthday Gift 🎉 The crisp spring night air holds a touch of excitement that night as two young lovers walk hand in hand down a bustling sidewalk, but they hardly notice, they only have eyes for each other. To a passer-by they make a fetching couple of opposites, one is tall, the other is shorter, one has dark hair and the other strawberry blond, with the only obvious similarity being the blinding smiles plastered on their faces. “Where are we going?” asks the young man with strawberry blond hair. The young man with dark curls chuckles, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with mischief at the question. “I told you, Seven, it’s a surprise for your birthday.” Seven pouts, his pink lower lip looking particularly kissable in the moment, so his lover leans over and quickly gives him a peck. “Don’t pout, babe, I promise, you’ll love it.” “I better, Liam, or you’ll be going without tonight,” Seven teases, which makes Liam’s lips disappear in a tight line. “Now who’s pouting?” “You are so lucky we’re in public,” Liam says with a touch of a dark seductive edge to his voice, “otherwise I’d thoroughly remind you what you’d be missing out on if you made good on that threat.” Seven gulps and almost instantly his cock jumps at the mere mention of their bedroom activities; his reaction only gets worse when his now half-hard cock rubs against his tight blue shorts in the process. He wants to be upset over his predicament and blame his loving boyfriend but there’s something almost palpable in the anticipation and he wants to ride this feeling out for as long as possible. Then he wants to ride Liam’s cock even longer. They cross over two more streets and cut through an alley before arriving at a nondescript building that could’ve otherwise gone unnoticed had it not been for the line of people outside and two large men standing by the entrance. Seven grips onto Liam’s hand as his boyfriend confidently walking past the entire line up to the two men by the door. He reaches into his pocket and produces two cards, which he hands to one of the men, who then opens the door. Seven can’t help but giggle at the loud groans that follow them as they head into the building. The door closes and the pair are instantly swallowed by loud, pulsating music, strobe lighting, and— “Foam!” Seven shrieks but it’s drowned out by the music and energy around them. Indeed, there is multi-coloured foam flooding the room, about knee-deep on most patrons but some areas it’s up to thighs and waists. Seven reaches down and scoops some up in his hands, smelling the light scent that reminds him of a specific soap brand before reaching over to throw it in Liam’s face. Liam sputters and spits out what got on his mouth while Seven laughs hysterically, only to be met by a face-full of foam not a second later. They look at each other for a moment before breaking down in giggles and tears at the sheer ridiculousness of the moment. Seven wipes the foam off his mouth before reaching up to kiss Liam. “Thank you,” he says when he pulls away, “I can’t believe you found a club that does foam parties!” “It took some research, but I found this place thanks to some online tips,” Liam says as he takes Seven’s hand and goes to the bar. He orders their usual – two rum and colas – and they take up two stools while they wait. “I know you’ve always wanted to go to one.” Seven nods. “Ever since I heard about them! Thank you so much for this, baby! Best birthday present ever! I love you!” “I love you, too,” says Liam with a soft smile. He can hardly believe that this amazing person is his boyfriend, his for the past several years. There’s another gift he has for Seven, it’s currently resting in his pocket, but he has a plan for that too and it’s for after their night out at the club. They get their drinks along with a small plate of appetizers, enjoying the moment as they watch others dance in the foam, looking completely free and happy. Seven can’t wait to join them, to be part of that feeling. His skin tingles in anticipation and he bounces in his seat to the beat of the music, hardly able to keep himself from jumping straight into the throng of people writhing and moving on the dancefloor. The second they finish their food, Seven grabs Liam’s hand and drags him right into the centre of the dancers, then proceeds to press his back against Liam’s chest and grind his ass into his cock with the music. Liam’s hands grip his waist, and his face sits in the crook of his neck where he peppers soft kisses into Seven’s pale skin, nipping him every few kisses until a red mark blooms. Then he licks the mark and relishes in the way Seven squirms in his grip. He doesn’t think he could get any happier than standing here with this wonderful man in his arms. Three songs pass with Seven firmly planted against Liam, not even a breath of space between them as they dance in the foam. Seven occasionally reaches down to get a handful of foam to play with, either smearing it on Liam’s face or his own or even their bare torsos – they lost their shirts at some point during song two, not that they care, they were cheap white t-shirts Liam bought anticipating this exact situation. Seven is definitely enjoying his birthday surprise, pleased beyond words that his boyfriend took the time to find a place that does events like these, and even happier he paid the money to get them in the club. Seven’s euphoric bubble is burst when Liam squeezes his hips and says, “Hey, I need to use the washroom, come with me.” Seven glares at him over his shoulder. “No, I’m staying right here.” “Babe, I don’t want to have to try and find you,” Liam insists. “Please come with me.” “No, this is my night and I’m not leaving this dancefloor until security has to drag me out,” Seven replies petulantly and he shoves Liam’s hands off before he disappears into the crowd of dancers. It’s a petty move but he doesn’t care right now, he’s annoyed and slightly tipsy and high off the energy in the room. He’ll deal with the consequences later, right now he’s focused on enjoying himself. He finds himself a free spot close to the wall and one of the speakers with a small mountain of foam completely untouched, so he claims it in his name and starts dancing like nobody’s watching. Unknown to Seven, someone’s watching him closely. The song ends and Seven takes a breath as he waits for the next one to start; Liam still hasn’t joined him, so he figures he’s either lost, still in the washroom, or ignoring him until one of them – mostly Seven – apologizes for their argument. Seven has no intentions of apologizing until the club closes so Liam will have to pout for a few more hours. He’s content with this plan, at least for now. A new song starts and Seven prepares to start dancing when something warm and large settles on his hips, he startles and looks down. There’s a pair of sun-kissed hands that are definitely not his or Liam’s touching him. He looks behind him and sees a bright pair of green eyes staring at him. “Hi,” says the man, his voice sounds like caramel over gravel and Seven shivers. The man leans closer and puts his mouth by Seven’s ear. He’s a few inches taller than him – probably taller than Liam – so it almost feels like he’s hunching over. “Mind if I dance with you?” Seven considers pushing the man away and going back to his own private party but the thought of this gorgeous creature dancing with him is too tempting to resist so he shakes his head. “It’s fine!” his voice barely carries over the music. The man pulls back and flashes him a dazzling white smile before pulling Seven flush against his clothed torso. The grey tank top brushes against Seven’s back deliciously and he groans softly, sure the other man can’t hear him over the sounds of the music and thumping base. They grind in time with the beat, new guy’s hands stay firmly on Seven’s hips even when Seven decides to be bold and rest his head on the man’s shoulder. It feels so nice to be so close to him, even if he doesn’t know who the hell this guy is, and he’ll take whatever he can get for as long as he can. Liam is Seven’s first and only boyfriend, they met shortly after Seven came out openly and have been inseparable ever since; and while he loves Liam, Seven laments the lost time of exploring himself and his sexuality more. Liam has been his only lover, which sounds romantic, but Seven has found himself craving something else of late. This man behind him seems to be enough to scratch that itch. When the music ends, Seven fully expects the man to leave and move on to another dance partner, so imagine his surprise when not only does the man not leave but his grip gets tighter and more possessive. Seven looks over and sees the man already looking at him from under his mess of beach hair – if he never learns his name, Seven will call him Beach God or BG for short. “You’re so fucking hot,” Beach God says in Seven’s ear, and he shivers again hearing BG’s voice, especially so close. “Are you here alone?” Seven shrugs. “I came with someone, but we had a fight so now I’m on my own.” “His loss,” BG says and Seven can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers trail up to brush at the top of Seven’s shorts, dipping beneath the waistband just enough for the callouses on his fingers to find soft skin. “Hey, I know we just shared a dance but wanna have some real fun?” “Maybe,” Seven says as his skin flushes from BG’s touch. In the back of his mind, he knows he should say no, say the person he’s with is his boyfriend and not some random date, but when BG’s fingers go lower and start rubbing the soft skin near his cock, his mind blanks and he moans. That’s all the encouragement BG seems to need. BG’s large hand moves from the shaved skin surrounding Seven’s soft cock, to directly over his cock, cupping it easily. He fondles Seven with gentle but determined movements as his other hand travels up Seven’s torso, stopping on his chest to tease and pinch his rosy nipples. Without the support of BG’s firm chest behind him, Seven is sure he would’ve collapsed by now, his knees are already buckling under the overwhelming sensations of BG’s hand on his cock, the delicious way he’s teasing his nipples, and the knowledge that what he’s doing with this guy is so bad but feels so good at the same time. He wonders if Liam is looking for him, but that thought is quickly chased out of his mind when BG speaks again. “Look at me and open your mouth.” Seven complies easily, turning leisurely towards BG’s face and opening his mouth as requested. BG leans in and shoves his tongue straight into Seven’s mouth, his mouth creates a tight seal around Seven’s as his tongue licks around. Seven is helpless to stop or even keep up with him, content on letting him explore his mouth like a starving man while he loses himself in the feeling of BG’s touches. He nearly jumps out of his skin when BG’s long middle finger brushes firmly against his entrance, which breaks their lip lock, but BG hardly seems concerned. Instead he’s far more focused on shoving his hand further into Seven’s shorts to get to his hole. Seven reaches down and tries to stop the wandering hand as it goes another inch deeper. “Hey, stop, you’re going to rip my shorts.” BG snorts as he rubs the tip of his finger against Seven’s entrance, watching with amusement as Seven’s eyes roll back in his head. He curls his fingertip just enough that it catches on the rim and pushes in slightly; Seven presses down further, hoping to get more of the thick finger inside but is disappointed when nothing more happens. “What a dirty slut,” BG whispers to Seven as he pulls his finger away just enough to tease the outside rim. “Thinking you can fuck yourself on my finger. You want that pretty hole filled, don’t you, baby boy?” “Yes,” Seven whines as he moves his hips in search of the finger that felt divine inside him. “Please give it to me, sir. Please.” “Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” BG says, licking a long strip from Seven’s collarbone to his lips, dipping his tongue inside Seven’s hot mouth for a brief moment before pulling away. “Fuck you taste good, baby boy.” “So do you,” Seven says, barely able to hold himself up at this point as he nearly leans his full weight against BG, who is now leaning against a wall. BG smirks at Seven’s blissed out expression with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips still wet with their spit. BG pulls both hands back and before Seven has a chance to complain, he hears a ripping sound. His eyes fly open, and he looks down to see BG ripping the side of his shorts. He reaches down to stop him from completing the tear. “Stop!” he says somewhat desperately. “I told you before not to do that!” “They’re in the way.” “I can take them off, just give me a chance—” BG overpowers Seven’s grip and finishes ripping the fabric from the top to the bottom along the seam. Seven is appalled. BG rips the other side just as easily as the first and tosses the fabric into the foam. “Fucker! Now how am I supposed to go home? I have nothing to wear!” BG shrugs. “I’ll fix that later.” Seven goes to protest again but he’s silenced by BG’s tongue sliding into his mouth as his hands resume their original positions, only this time his finger is able to move more freely than when trapped in Seven’s shorts and BG easily slides up to his second knuckle into Seven’s hot entrance. He pulls away and gives him a knowing look. “Little slut prepped himself already.” “Always prepared,” Seven replies with a dopey grin. It quickly disappears when BG starts moving his finger, making him moan almost loud enough to be heard over the music. He’s vaguely aware that there are people around them, and that he can feel eyes on him, but he can’t find it in him to care. If anything, it turns him on more. It isn’t long before BG adds a second finger to distract him from the gaze of the crowd around him, which stretches him wider than he’s ever felt before, and he winces slightly when BG starts to scissor. “Just relax, baby boy,” BG says kindly. “You’ll never take my cock if you can’t take my fingers.” Hearing that makes something in Seven snap and he becomes determined to take whatever BG has to give him. He forces his body to relax and soon the burn from being stretched subsides and he starts moaning shamelessly as BG teases his fingertips over his prostate, never giving enough pressure to get him off but just enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. He’s fairly certain at this point the only reason he’s still standing is because of the fingers in his ass and BG’s solid body. When BG puts a third finger inside, the stretch hardly hurts, and he finds himself grinding down shamelessly on all of the fingers filling him to the brim. His legs give out completely when all three fingers rub on and around his prostate, hitting him from all possible angles. He vaguely feels fabric moving against his bare ass and wonders if BG is taking off his shirt. Then the fingers are removed from his hole in one swift movement, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. “Patience, baby boy,” BG says as he manhandles Seven more securely into his hold. He turns him around, so they are chest to chest then lifts him by the thighs, spreading his legs as he hoists him up, before pushing him against a wall. The wall is covered in sound dampening panels, so it isn’t cold when Seven’s hot skin touches it, but it is rough. He groans slightly. With Seven’s legs still spread as wide as they can, BG situates himself between them, his cock now out of his own shorts. He moves Seven a bit until his hole is lined up with the tip of his leaking cock then he presses it inside. Seven moves enough to break away from the intruding cock and shakes his head. “No, no, this isn’t right.” He tries to move away, to free himself but BG’s hold is too tight, and escape becomes almost impossible when he pushes more weight against Seven to pin him to the wall. “You were so eager for my cock, baby boy, what happened?” “I have a boyfriend!” BG can’t help but chuckle. “So, you have no problem with me stripping you naked and shoving my fingers and tongue in you, but when I go to put my cock in, that’s the line? You’re such a cute idiot.” “Then please don’t go in raw!” BG pays him no mind and he moves one of Seven’s legs over his shoulder, then uses his free hand to guide his cock back to Seven’s hole and wastes no time in pushing inside, groaning slightly at the tightness and heat that envelope him. Seven is shaking in his grip as he struggles with taking the entire cock, feeling every inch as it fills him more than BG’s fingers could ever dream. He feels like he’s being split in half. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, BG is completely inside, and he lets out an airy sigh while Seven continues to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. BG leans down and pecks his lips softly. “Such a good boy, you took every inch,” he praises and Seven whimpers, whether from pain or the praise, BG doesn’t really care. “You feel so good, so nice and tight even after I prepped you. Such a good little slut.” Seven isn’t sure how or if he should respond, so he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel good soon,” BG whispers in his ear. “You’ll feel good and forget your boyfriend’s name.” He then licks some of the tears on Seven’s cheek and puts Seven’s other leg over his shoulder, folding him practically in half while his hands grip tightly to Seven’s hips. BG rolls his a few times before pulling out until just the tip is still inside then thrusting roughly back into Seven’s hole. He repeats the actions of grinding before pulling out and slamming in until he sets a steady rhythm of thrusting and grinding that works best for the position. He looks down and watches in mild fascination as his cock disappears into Seven and then back out. He loses himself in watching, focused on his thick ruddy cock pulling and pushing on Seven’s rosy rim, when he thrusts in, he pauses for a moment to appreciate the contrast of their skin tones, his so tan compared to Seven’s pale complexion. Then he adjusts his grip so his hands are holding onto the soft globes of Seven’s perky ass, and he spreads them as wide as he can before resuming his rough pace. He looks at Seven – who is clearly lost in the pleasure despite his protests – with eyes closed and mouth open as moans and gasps are punched out of him in time with BG’s movements. BG leans in and slips his tongue into Seven’s open mouth, not even bothering to try and seal their mouths together – Seven seems to be breathing exclusively through his mouth at the moment – and lets his tongue play with Seven’s almost lazily compared to how hard and fast his hips are moving. The contrast amuses him, with his tongue making love to Seven’s mouth while his cock fucks him ruthlessly; what catches him off-guard is when Seven reaches behind him and presses his head, so their mouths are together just as he lets out a high-pitched moan. BG feels hot spend trickle down Seven’s hips and onto his hands and he groans into Seven’s mouth. He pulls his mouth away and doubles down on his efforts to reach his own release, chasing the high as heat pools in his groin. Seven moans wantonly, his entire body buzzing from overstimulation as BG pounds harder into his hole until finally he feels something hot fill him to the brim and it’s enough to push him over the edge a second time. “Oh fuck!” he screams as his cock releases more ropes of thick spend, “I’m coming!” “Fuck,” BG gasps, giving a few weak thrusts to ride out the aftershocks from Seven’s ass constricting with his second orgasm. Neither man can move afterwards, their bodies still connected, both covered in fluids. “So perfect,” BG says before pecking Seven’s lips again. “So good.” Seven manages a lazy smile. He winces sharply when BG pulls his cock out. “It’s okay, baby boy,” BG reassures as he moves to keep Seven pinned against the wall while he takes his tank top off, which he then puts on Seven as best he can in their current position; he’s sure by the limp way Seven feels in his grip, if he put him on the ground, he’d collapse. Then he gently moves Seven’s legs down back to the ground, one hand always wrapped around his back, and finishes pulling down the tank top so everything to midthigh is covered. BG then scoops Seven up in his arms and kisses him softly again. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he says as he starts walking through the crowd of people still dancing, it’s somewhat less than before but still enough to keep BG from rushing out of the building. Despite how heavy his eyes feel, Seven is still awake enough to see people are indeed staring at them, some with jealousy, others with their cocks in hand or in someone else’s hand. He tries to smirk, but his body is too exhausted to comply. In the back of his mind, he does find it odd that some people are gaping at BG’s back, like there’s something of interest there, and maybe there is, Seven hasn’t seen it yet. Maybe it looks just as chiselled as his front and those people haven’t seen muscles sculpted by the gods before. “Sleepy,” Seven replies followed by a kitten like yawn. BG chuckles. “You sleep, baby boy, because that ass is mine when we get home.” Seven nods as he drifts off to sleep while BG pushes through to the exit. Once he’s free of the dance floor, BG notices a sulky young man at the bar who suddenly jumps up when he sees BG and immediately, he realizes this is the boyfriend. Boyfriend comes striding over with a murderous look in his eye but one quick gesture from BG to a nearby bouncer and he’s stopped before he can reach BG and his sleeping beauty. “But that’s my boyfriend!” Liam protests, looking helplessly between the bouncer and the man carrying his boyfriend. He then sees that Seven is asleep and wearing a grey tank top he knows he didn’t arrive in and by the size, he guesses it belongs to the man carrying him. When the man shifts Seven, he catches a glimpse under the shirt and sees Seven, is completely nude! Now staring at his boyfriend, Liam then sees pinkish and thick fluid leaking from Seven’s ass. Liam’s heart shatters. “Should I throw him out, boss?” the bouncer asks, and BG shakes his head. “Nah, just hold him until I leave,” he replies with a smirk. BG then turns so Liam can properly see both men. “By the way, he did mention you, once.” Liam tries to glare at him through the tears. “Fuck you!” “Pretty boy already did,” BG smugly says. “Have a good night, Boyfriend.” BG then heads for the door, Liam is still being held back by the bouncer, and just as he readies some insult or curse, the words die in his throat when he sees BG’s back. Tattooed between BG’s shoulder blades is a massive, Black Scorpion. 🦂

Probably Pigs at the Hoist. There are numerous scenes and a plethora of men that send shivers through my balls in my spine!

To be honest I've never counted. I know it is lots and certainly enough to raise the eyebrows of all good, decent, god-fearing folk. But I've never really been interested in keeping any kind of score. Just so long as I can keep on scoring that's all that truly matters.

If it's thick, shaped like a torpedo and sticks straight out! Then my hairy ass is sitting on it!

I was probably 15 between social media Craig’s list and grinder there was always someone not too far away trying to fuck. Would often get picked up from school and go mess around. My after school activities were much more fun than any sport or club I could have joined lol.

A Thousand Thanks for sharing this, AlwaysOpen. Watching this video (which I had never heard of before) was like a trip down memory lane. Remembering friends long gone, the marches, the struggles, and the eventual, hard-won victories. The younger crowd seldom has a clue what some of us experienced in the early days of budding "Gay Lib".

At a sex=party I typically join the smirking DISBELIEF crowd when an old-school, nervous 'safe sex' player mumbles something about 'oh fun, let me find a condom'. That shit won't get me. I want me sex RAW, bb, BAREBACK, skin-on-skin as in DEVOUTLY UNSAFE and anxious to accept or share random DNA. Won't know his name, his 'status' or possibly what he 'looked like' in a police line-up... but if I see or hear anything about CONDOMS I hop up and out like it's KRYPTONITE! OOPS look at the time! I politely decline!

UK Swindon KIK: Sleazyswindon TAGGEDSLUT - Total cumdump. No load refused. Always horny for anon breeding. Love pics and video and being tagged as proof of use.

idk, not an easy question for me to answer. i guess i'm a romantic in many respects, when i feel a certain energy from a Man fucking me, intense desire and need in His focused fucking, i have to bite my mattress to keep from declaring: "i love You!" Doesn't matter if He's a complete stranger prior to Him having His cock in me, it's that "connection" some of us on BZ obsess about lol. For me it's about having and feeling that intense special kind of desire/need connection He has to pleasure and impart a part of Himself into me. i think it's easy to reduce that process down to "cum," but i think there's more to it than that? Then i have to be honest and admit i'll take a found condom with cum in it and empty it into my hole, butt even that seems connected to my concern that some Man wasted His seed on a condom? i get that a Top would want to rut and fuck lots of bottoms without cumming. That makes sense to me. To me, that's not all that different of energy than what a bottom expresses by taking multiple cocks. i see a sort of edging going on with both Tops and bottoms, trying to extend the experience and get around the reality of refractory. Let's say there was some unwritten rule of nature that a bottom had to shoot his load every time he got fucked, what would that do to a lot of bottoms craving for cock in the moment? Personally, i'm one of those guys who'll edge for 10 days and not cum because of how needy it makes me for a Top. Still, even with that understanding, i feel incomplete if a Man fucks me and doesn't cum. It's not just the cum, it's all that goes with it. i'd actually rather a Man slide in and piss inside of me without the fuck, than Him fuck me and not have a release of Himself into me as part of the connection. There's a part of me that craves a permanent connection to Him, even after He is gone? It's complicated, i feel like i'm leaving a lot out and i don't quite understand or am able to articulate all the feelings i have, and the ones a Top has, that i want to connect with when we fuck. i think quantity is often (in part?) an unconscious drive to find and sustain that "quality" that ErosWired notes. Not finding it all in one Man, we look for and get it in lots of pieces in lots of Men?

I used to be fucked by a father and his son. Quite often it became a threesome.

Husky bottom, into mursuits, cosplay, pup play, always looking for buds to hang with

Part 3: Pushing Boundaries As all three Daddies ate the pizza I decided not to partake due to the fact that I didn’t want to have any shit in my ass. I had left my enema kit at home so I needed to stay as clean as possible. As Daddy 2 finished his pizza he said he needed to piss. So like a good pig I got on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth. This was met with instant approval He shoved his cock down my throat and proceeded to piss straight into my gut. I swallowed as much as I could and once he was done Daddies 1 and 3 took their turn pissing down my throat. Once they emptied their bladders Daddy 1 sat on the couch with Daddy 3 just above him. Daddy 2 removed the butt plug and with little effort I had Daddy 1 hard again. I climbed onto his cock and proceeded to suck Daddy 3’s cock. Daddy 3 had a bottle of poppers that he held under my nose while I rode Daddy 1 and sucked him off. It seemed like I sniffed that bottle forever but I was so relaxed. Daddy 2 lubed his cock up really well and had me just sit still on Daddy 1’s cock while focusing on sucking Daddy 3’s cock. Before I knew it Daddy 2 was pushing his cock inside my ass along with Daddy 1’s cock. I had never been double penetrated so this was new to me. I must of been totally relaxed because he actually slid in rather easily. He waited a couple of minutes before fucking me. All the while I was steadily sucking Daddy 3 and inhaling the poppers. Once Daddy 3 started fucking me, I lost it. I exploded onto Daddy 1’s stomach and I didn’t go soft. Daddy 2 fucked me so good that I was moaning like a whore in church. Daddy 3 didn’t last much longer because I was sucking his cock like a whore possessed. Daddy 3 shot another huge load down my throat and I swallowed eagerly like my life depended on it. Daddy 1 was getting close as well so Daddy 2 sped up his fucking and both Daddies came in me at the same time. My ass was filled with so much cum that some leaked out onto both cocks. Daddy 3 had another butt plug which was bigger than the previous one and shoved it in my ass. Once he had finished I got to work cleaning Daddy 1 and Daddy 2’s cocks. All three men were exhausted so everyone just fell asleep in the living room. I laid with Daddy 1 for the night and as he held me I felt relaxed. It’s as if I was right where I was supposed to be. He whispered in my ear to get plenty of sleep because the next day was going to be a lot more fucking and sucking. I fell asleep in his arms with a nice big smile on my face knowing I was definitely looking forward to the next day.

I'm a furry and a German Shephard fursuiter who loves taking raw loads. verbal tops who talk down to me and call me risky are so soo hawt. I travel a -lot-0 for work. wish it was easier to find poz tops.

Fox here!