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Working from home today, earlier this morning I had a really good hard fuck with one of my friends. Simon and I have been friends for many years and I discovered to my surprise a few months ago that he's really into risky bareback sex and we've been having a lot of fun ever since. This morning he brought one of his colleagues with him and I sucked them both, rimmed them both and then pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over my desk. Simon held my cheeks apart as his colleague went up me. He gave me a good hard fuck and shot his load up me and then Simon took over and added his load. I've just come out of a Zoom meeting with other managers - love the fact that none of them knew I was sitting there with a really cummy arse.

Part 14 - End Game Connor struggled against the arms holding his neck and body still, forced to watch Gregor and his utter delight at the panic Connor was displaying. The all too familiar feeling of a coldness began entering his body from Finlay, the more he struggled the quicker his body slowly cooled down. “Stop this!” Connor pleaded with his voice straining to get across, “It is me you want.” Gregor smiled displaying his fangs “Are you offering yourself to me?” he asked. Christian made eye contact with Connor and shook his head “Don’t do it Connor” he cried out. Christian still had the use of his hands and was scratching furiously at his other arm. It was then intense prickliness of his skin that he had felt before when Gregor was so close to him and again it was surfacing. This time it felt worse and was raging all over his body. Despite the evident chill from his head to toes his blood felt like it was boiling, a tiredness was creeping over him as the rapid cooling of his body. Gregor could sense the change with his arms and he smiled again looking at Connor, his fangs stretched out from his upper lip. The look in Gregor's eyes told Connor that he was about to do this and enjoy watching Connor whilst he took his lovers life. Deliberately watching Connor he lowered his mouth and lightly ran his fangs over Christian’s neck. Drowsy but aware Christian shrugged trying to pull away against the tickling of the fangs then the lips kissing his neck. The way his fangs teased over his neck taking his time before he struck. Gregor was watching and loving the panic on Connor's face as he pleaded over and over for him not to do this. Christian's body was now itching like crazy and it was driving him made, with no idea why his body was reacting this way. Each time Gregor kissed his neck it got worse like his blood was fizzling in a way acid reacted when coming in to contact with something. He could feel the coldness of Gregor's hold yet his body was now strangely warm. Connor watched as time seemed to slow down and Gregor smiled opening his mouth. His tongue slowly protruded and licked over the spot, all the time his eyes glued on to Connor. Gregor smiled opening his mouth then quickly pushed his fangs into Christian's neck. A gurgling scream filled the air and Christian’s arms flailed around momentarily, a tear fell from his eye as he stared at Connor mouthing the words, I love you before his eyes closed. His fangs pierced through with minimal effort sinking deep in to the tender young skin and striking directly at the artery tearing in to it. Christian’s body shuddered and Gregor kept his eyes focused on Connor with an unmistakable smile. Christian opened his eyes and cried out again the moment his artery was breached, he felt the sharp fangs embedded in his neck, powerless yet he felt no instinct to resist and his eyes met with Connor's again. Weirdly Christian smiled then opened his mouth moaning as he felt the first draw of his blood being sucked out by Gregor and leaving his body. A long painful suction that drew almost a pint of blood from his body so quickly that Christian almost passed out. Connor watched on struggling against Finlay holding him. Suddenly Christian raised his arm grabbing Gregor's head and holding him against his neck. Christian raspy voice filled the air “The cursed and purity of blood shall combine in one of neither, taking of this blood will bring their demise and lift the shadow of the cursed one and free the land of his reign.” Gregor stopped and tried to pull his head away but Christian held with such strength that he knew something was wrong. Gregor began trying to pull his fangs away but they were stuck fast in his neck and the arm now preventing his head moving. He let go of Christian but his mouth was joined at the neck, no matter what Gregor did his could not detach himself. The blood continued to flow in to his mouth and he swallowed over and over unable to stop. A vibration rattled across the floor then up the walls then a force suddenly erupted around them, Finlay's body was flung across the floor as it reached them. It took a moment for Connor to realise he was unaffected and saw Gregor's body finally detaching and flung in the opposite direction crashing in to the wall. Scrambling to his feet he ran over to Christian watching the bite healing itself leaving no marks, Connor reached and grabbed Christian's body just as he was about to fall back. He smiled up at Connor closing his eyes, he could hear Connor shouting and crying in desperation as he slipped unconscious. Ivan crashed open the bathroom door falling inside, straight away he saw Joshua curled up in a ball on the floor motionless. He moved over quickly and was about to pick Joshua up from the when the bright white flash passed through them all and the walls. Joshua sat up and gasped for breath grabbing hold of Ivan and looking at him. It took a few moments for him to breathe normally. "Are you okay?" Ivan asked, "Did they recite anything over your body before biting you?". Joshua shook his head "No, but he is coming back for me". "Gregor?" Ivan asked. "No. The other one, Finlay" Joshua replied then smiling, "Sexy Finlay" he added. Ivan picked him up "I think you may have some curse in you drawing you to him" he told him. Joshua put his arm around Ivan's neck "No, I love him" he said yawning and closing his eyes. Ivan ignored the remark and carried him out to the staircase, he could hear the commotion going on down the two flights of stairs but he couldn't risk leaving Joshua alone, he had to protect him as a Berkhoff. In the entrance hall Maksim, Evan and Edward had collared James and were constantly throwing holy water and garlic dust at him to prevent him moving escaping them. They heard a strange noise then a bright light flashed through them all. James fell to the floor rolling around in agony for several seconds and Evan held his arm out to stop Maksim and Edward throwing more dust. James rolled on to his back opening his eyes then sat up looking at them all, he was disorientated for a moment then looked at the strange people and Edward. "What the hell am I doing here?" James asked looking confused. Evan turned to Maksim "It is over" he said feeling the energy force leaving the building. "Are you sure, what happened?" Maksim asked. Evan shrugged "I have no idea, maybe Connor's blood was too much for Kovalek" he suggested. "Who are you?" James asked standing up and looking at them before moving towards Edward. "James?" Edward asked looking at him, "Is that you?". "Sir Eddie what is going on?" James asked again. Edward smiled "Only the James I know calls me Sir Eddie" he said looking to Evan and Maksim. James looked and stared at Maksim "You look like Connor" he remarked, "Where is he?". Evan walked over "Do you serve Kovalek?" he asked again putting his hand in front of Edward. "Who?" James asked scratching his head, "I remember Christian coming to the manor" he said. "You do?" Edward asked, "Who was with him?" he questioned. "Some guy called Tomas" James replied going serious, "Something about a vampire after Connor". Edward handed him a crucifix "Put this on" he said, “Don’t argue” he added before he cold speak. James nodded placing it over his head and resting it on his chest, the three nodded and told him he needed to rest so Edward took James outside trying to explain before handing him over to Jane and Maria. Outside of the mansion in the SUV he sat up quickly knowing this curse had left his body. Tomas was confused and slightly dazed looking around and wondering how he had come to be inside the vehicle. Opening the door he climbed out and looked at Maria who came over to him quickly. "Stay inside for your protection" Maria called out approaching him. "My curse has gone" Tomas said, "Kovalek's hold has been broken" he added seeing James with Jane. "His curse has broken as well" Maria said. Tomas walked over to James who looked at him with a weird vibe. A vibe that was more of relief in them both as they hugged quickly. Connor wiped his eyes and stood looking at Gregor and the green hue now surrounding him that gradually grew brighter and brighter, his eyes changing from icy blue to brown as the green light began turning white then pulsing out in every direction. Finlay let out an agonising cry and his body shook uncontrollably the he went quiet. Gregor stumbled on his feet for a moment as he felt his body wash clean of the curse that had been inside him since that day in the forest over a hundred years ago. His head clearing and his thoughts returning of that day clearly now, he also knew that he had very little time left as his age would begin to realise. Gregor looked at his hands "Thank you" he said sincerely, "It has been lifted, I do not have long". Connor walked over to him "What happened Gregor?" he asked tentatively stepping towards him. Gregor spoke in latin "execrabilem et purum sanguinem mixtum ad perfectionem". Connor looked at the smile that appeared almost genuine "I don't understand". "Time comes quickly" Gregor said stepping forward feeling the onset of his demise, "I am free". "Is that it?" Connor asked looking confused as Gregor reached around his neck handing him a key. Connor looked at it "The safe in the bedroom" Gregor said his voice shaking as he began ageing before his eyes. He took the key "What about it?" Connor asked beginning to feel upset watching him. Gregor smiled "Marcin took care of it" he said hoarsely, "You are the only one, the true one". "Gregor you are not making any sense" Connor exclaimed as a tear rolled down his cheek. "My life never made any sense" Gregor replied gasping for breath, "My legacy belongs to you". Gregor looked one more time at Connor and he could see the agony in Gregor's eyes as his body began to shrivel and wrinkle, the skin sinking in began disintegrating, a strange puffing sound filled the air and Gregor was reduced to a pile of dust hidden in his clothes. He stood there looking at his remains, he might have been out to destroy them all yet he knew the decent thing to do was give him a proper fitting burial. Right now though he had to be with Christian, he wiped his tear soaked eyes and in his soul he actually felt the loss of Gregor. He stumbled on his feet and placed a hand on the wall to steady himself closing his eyes. Opening them again he knew that the strange power that had grown over the weeks was gone. Connor quickly walked over and knelt down, he was relieved to find that Christian was still breathing but looking pale. "Christian!" Connor said softly, "Christian can you hear me?" he asked. His eyes fluttered and opened slowly "Connor" he managed to say closing his eyes again. "Christian wake up" Connor said beginning to panic. He opened his eyes again "Tired Connor" he said but he managed to sit up a little more alert. "You can rest in a while but I need to get you out of here" Connor said. "Is he gone?" Christian asked looking at Connor. Connor nodded "I believe so" he replied, "You destroyed him Christian" he said holding his hand. Christian smiled and closed his eyes falling asleep just as Evan and Maksim appeared at the door and came rushing in checking the two were okay. Evan looked around at Finlay laying unconscious and a heap of clothes on the floor that unmistakably belonged to Gregor. "Is this him?" Evan asked getting Connor's attention. "Yes" Connor said walking over and putting his arm around him, "He is gone" he added sadly. Evan looked at him "I saw the real Gregor before he died" Connor explained. Evan nodded and kissed him on the cheek "You are so brave Connor" Maksim said walking to them. "It was Christian. Gregor drank his blood" Connor said hugging his father. "Christian did it?" Evan asked looking confused at how that was possible. Connor nodded "Gregor said something weird in latin. Err... Excrab purum sang, or similar". "Execrabilem et purum sanguinem mixtum ad perfectionem?" Maksim asked and he nodded. "What does that mean?" Evan asked. Maksim smiled "The cursed and pure blood mixed to form perfection in a body that was meant for neither is how it translates". Connor looked at them "Somehow your blood mixed with Gregor's inside Christian" Maksim explained. "So Christian's blood ended up being purer than purity?" Evan asked and Maksim nodded. Christian smiled "He took Christian's blood by force bringing down his demise" he said. "What about Finlay?" Christian now asked, "We can't just leave him here". "Indeed not, we will take him back to the manor house until he is fit to leave" Maksim told him. They took the two bodies up to the entrance hall where everyone else was standing wondering what was going on and if they curse really was broken. The sight of Connor brought them all over and relief clearly written on all their faces. "James!" Connor shouted running across to the doors, "You alright?" he asked sounding concerned. "Yeah, sort of." James replied hugging him, "I have no idea what I am doing here". "Best to forget if you want my opinion" Connor said hugging him again. "Well maybe you can explain some of it to me later" James suggested. "Only if you are sure" Evan said standing behind him, "You might freak out a bit". James nodded "I want to know" he said. "I need to go find the safe in the bedroom" Connor said looking to his two fathers. "Oh it is behind the painting above the bed" James said automatically, "How do I know that?". Everyone laughed with nervous relief and Evan explained that he may remember some bits that are relatable. Connor lead the way upstairs in the now very quiet mansion, they entered the bedroom still rather tentatively and checking it was clear. Connor got on the bed and lifted the painting off the hanging and handed it to Maksim, retrieving the key he unlocked the safe and pulled out a large heavy folder then climbed off the bed and sat on it. Inside the folder he saw numerous deeds to properties, pages of writing neatly sorted in to date order and an envelope that was addressed to Connor Barton. He handed the deeds to Maksim and the pages of writing to Edward and was left holding the envelope. "Are you going to read it?" Maksim asked sitting beside him to the left. Connor looked at the envelope again "Part of me doesn't want to know what is inside" he replied. Edward sat down on the right "Well it is addressed to you" he said patting his knee. "When I saw the real Gregor he told me his legacy belongs to me" Connor told them. "Strange thing to say for someone who tried to kill us all" Maksim said glancing at Edward. "I want you both to help Christian and me write about Kovalek" Connor said. Edward nodded "Some of these date back to 1865" he said leafing through the pages. Connor opened the envelope and both his fathers watched as he retrieved two letters, one was dated 1870 and the other just a few days ago. Connor picked the older letter first and began reading "My dearest Maksim. If you are reading this letter then you have been born and we have met. It also means I didn't get my way and you prevailed removing this dark curse that took my life so many years past. As the middle of three sons you have carried the mark of purity that will fade away at my end. If I did not get the chance to thank you then I do it now, thank you. My faithful servant Marcin took care of all my estate and legal matters to ensure it ended up in the right place. No doubt you arrived in the village without any idea of what was to happen. Even though you will be born and given the name Connor Barton you will always be a Berkhoff, Lettie Arno Borsch predicted your birth and name and how you would be hidden from me. A great woman with great powers who saw everything but scared to write it all down. You may not be of mind to remember me, but I was once young and spirited, full of adventure and exploring. Alas this lead to my cursing. My gratitude again for freeing me and winning. Fondest regards Gregor Dimitri Kovalek". Connor put the page down and wiped his eyes full of emotion. "He knew all along who I was" Connor said with a sad look in his eyes, "Even my bloody name!". "I often wondered if he knew it all" Maksim said hugging his son. Connor took his trainer and sock off and the mark was gone "I no longer have it" he said. "Then your destiny is complete" Maksim said, "We can all live a normal life now". Connor sniffed "What do I do with two sets of parents?" he asked looking at them and laughing. "Have both of sets in your life if you wish" Edward explained. Connor nodded "Read the other letter" Maksim suggested. Connor opened the newer letter "My dear Maksim. Now you know that our meeting was never to be amicable nor friendly, for the curse I bear is of the darkest depths of ancient Romania. The curse lives, not the person bearing it. You have no control or feeling for others as it seeks to move from darkness to light. Many centuries of unfortunates being cursed who could never uncover the pure blood that exists once every hundred years. That day you arrived in the ancient village of Travenni I could sense your existence for miles around. Whilst our paths crossed I got to see in your head, hence why I am here in Chalfont Fortis. I saw your love for those who were close, most of all your heart’s desire who you should love and comfort and be happy with. I only hope your powers and abilities will allow you to break this curse from my body and set me free to be with my beloved family. There are moments of normality, like now whilst I write this. Unfortunately the curse surfaces with strength and anger when night falls and this is where I am at my most dangerous to anyone who surrounds you. I only write this now as a way to amend my bad doings and prey you understand. Breaking the curse in my body will break a chain of cursed night dwellers that exist here and Romania. I only hope you are as strong as Lettie predicted. Fondest regards Gregor". Joshua and Benedict appeared at the door to the bedroom looking in "Come in" Connor said. "Wasn't sure if we should" Benedict said still looking a little frail and tired. "How are you both feeling?" Connor asked standing up. They both shrugged "Normal" Joshua said unconvincingly making Connor laugh. Connor handed them the letters "You need to read the letters from Gregor" he said. Connor went over and picked up the other document that was with the letters "Is this a will?" Edward took it "It is indeed, Gregor Kovalek's will actually" he said handing it back. Benedict walked over "How interesting, are you allowed to read it?" he asked. "I guess" Connor replied, "It was left with all this and the letters". Joshua looked up "If it was addressed to you then it was meant for you" he said. Connor nodded opening the document fully "Buckfields Court Chambers, London Solicitors" he said reading the name of the law firm, "Endorsed and ratified by the law firm appointed by Gregor Dimitri Kovalek's estate as to the last Will and Testament of said person". Connor paused then looked at them "It is rather short for a will of someone of his age" he remarked before continuing, "At the request of the estate executor the titles and deeds of all properties held under the estate trust along with the effects and personal wealth are left to Connor Barton (Registered birth name Maksim Berkhoff) of Chalfont Manor in Chalfont Fortis. On instruction and verified identity of the named person the estate and contents will be transferred to his ownership". Connor handed the document over to his father Edward. "Short and sweet" Maksim said, "That is how they do these things in Romania". Connor stood up and hugged both his fathers "Can we go back home please?" he asked. Edward nodded "We will need to come back in the morning collect their ashes or dust" Connor said. "You want to come back here?" Maksim questioned looking over at Edward. He smiled "In spite of it all Gregor was family. It is only right he is buried" Connor told them. Edward put his arm around Connor and Maksim smiled "You raised him well Edward" he said. Connor and Edward closed all the front doors, the storm was still raging over them as they made their way back to the manor house. Jane and Maria made hot drinks for everyone whilst Edward went and checked on Finlay who laying on the sofa in the library slowly regaining consciousness. Joshua stood watching from the door then jumped slightly as Benedict put his arm on his shoulder. "You like him?" Benedict asked, "In fact I know and can see you like him". Joshua turned his head and gave an ironic smile "Still got some of your powers?" he asked. "Nada" Benedict replied slipping in to Spanish, "You?" he asked. Joshua smiled "What am I supposed to see now the vampires have gone" he replied laughing quietly. The brothers turned and joined the others in the kitchen, Connor had his arm around a sleepy Christian who rested his head on his shoulder, too tired to even speak from losing quite a lot of blood. Evan and Tomas helped Connor carry Christian up to Connor's room to let him rest, everyone else was far too excited from all the evenings events to even want to sleep at the moment. Edward returned to the kitchen and Joshua stood up. "Is he alright?" Joshua asked first. "I believe so" Edward replied, "He hasn't regained all his memory, doesn't know who he is". Jane gave Edward a large mug of tea "You could take him to Chalfont police station in the morning". "Yes, I think that is what we should do" Edward agreed. "Does he remember anything?" Evan asked looking up from the table. "Not that he has said, he seems confused as to why he is here" Edward replied. Joshua slipped out and across to the library, there was no sign of Finlay inside. He walked over to the window and saw his figure standing outside with his shirt off in the pouring rain, his arms folded almost hugging himself. Finlay had waited for the man to leave him alone when he then quietly went outside and stood in the rain, he was beginning to remember the estate house that he could see in the distance. There was one image that kept coming to his head and he could still feel it running raw through his body that he bit someone to drink their blood. Joshua went to the front door stepping outside, he had no plan or even thought this out but he walked over to where the lonely figure stood. "Finlay" Joshua said softly. He turned and looked at Joshua like he recognised him "Are you my boyfriend?" he asked. Joshua looked surprised "Well no" he replied then unsure what to say. Finlay raised a finger touching Joshua's neck at the bite mark "I did that to you". Joshua nodded, his body electrified by his touch "I am sorry" Finlay said softly. "What do you remember?" Joshua asked coming to his senses. "We had sex" Finlay replied then looked confused, "Joshua" he said remembering him. Joshua smiled desperately wanting to kiss him "I love you Finlay" he blurted out. Finlay looked at him "I know what I did to you, it was out of lust and love" he admitted. Finlay dropped to the floor holding his head "Why can't I remember anything" he cried out. Joshua dropped down and hugged him "Your memory will return in time" he said comforting him. "I fell in love with you when I first saw you Joshua" Finlay said holding on to him. Joshua stroked his head "That is why I can remember you" Finlay added, "My heart yearns for you". "The danger I was in yet I only saw you, wanted you" Joshua said moving his head and kissing him. They both got to their feet and kissed passionately as the rain fell on their faces, they both knew this was somehow meant to be. Benedict watched from the window of the library and smiled turning around as Connor walked in. Benedict beckoned him over and they giggled at the two wet bodies locked together kissing. Connor stood with his father Maksim and brothers under the ancient oak tree that stood proud in the Chalfont Weir estate grounds he slowly scattered the ashes of Gregor and Marcin in to the hole then placed a red rose bush on top and placed the soil around. Evan, Ivan, Tomas and Jacob came over to say goodbye as they were flying back to Romania. Promises that they would keep in touch and see each other on the anniversary of Gregor's demise here at the estate. Connor had handed over the Vadimov estate to the four of them, Jacob already insisting they were going to run it as a hotel in order to pay for the upkeep. The guest house that Marcin had been running for Gregor as a sourcing ground was to be knocked down and replaced by gardens in honour of the Berkhoff and Kovalek families. His Berkhoff parents moved to Chalfont Weir estate that had been left to Connor so that he could be close to both sets of parents. Finlay regained most of his memory and went home to see his parents briefly, he had no recollection of his friend coming with him to the estate. He did however, remember a lot of his time under the curse and the freakish way the curse broke in his body. He would eventually understand that whilst he held Connor their minds had entwined that blocked the wiping of his memory in full. Finlay kept in touch with his parents and the following morning Joshua and he departed on their own life adventure heading to Australia. Connor's gift to them was a hefty sum of money to set them up for life, after all Connor didn't know what he was going to do with all the money Gregor had left him. The strangest thing of all was James and Benedict who found they both had very similar characters and likes and had hit it off becoming friends. Benedict preferring his known name of Rafael reverted to this and along with James were also given sizeable amounts of money. They were both adventurous by nature and they embarked on a massive world tour, Rafael finally stretching his horizon beyond Argentina now he had James accompanying him. Their first stop of course was Argentina where James stayed with Rafael's family and saw much of the country before heading off. They became incredibly close friends and would eventually spend their time between Argentina, England and Australia, never more than a week would go by without them being together. It was all very quiet that Sunday evening as they sat in the garden of Fortis Manor enjoying the fair weather. Christian resting his head on Connor's lap, he still couldn't believe that he had been the one who brought down Gregor. His body no longer itched and he felt like he was back to normal, sometimes he had to pinch himself to believe what they had been through. The one thing Connor did was make sure that everyone who was in their circle was taken care of financially including the families of those closest. "What are you going to do with all that money?" Christian asked lazily. Connor looked down at him "I have no idea" he replied, "Can we live here?" he asked. "Anywhere as long as it is with you" Christian said looking up, "Plenty of room on the estate". Connor chuckled "Build our own little house close to this side of the estate?" he asked. Christian nodded "Can we splurge and build a pool as well?" he asked smiling. Connor laughed "We can have as many pools as you want" he replied stroking his head. Christian smiled "£600 million is a flipping lot of money" he said in bewilderment. "I wonder if Gregor knew what would happen" Connor said thinking aloud. "Maybe, but then who would have thought you would be with me, nerd boy" Christian responded. Connor smiled "Different is good, and you keep me on my toes" he replied, "I love you nerd". "I love you brainy" Christian said giggling. A few months later their house was starting to take shape from the pictures sent to them by Maksim and Edward, both his mother's had hard hats on and were inspecting the ground works for the pool. Christian laughed leaning on the railings overlooking the water of the harbour and the bridge. The Sydney opera house behind them. Joshua called over that it was time to go, they turned watching Joshua and Finlay walking towards them holding hands. James and Benedict heading towards them from the other direction. Connor checked his phone noticing they had a few minutes before they were to call home. The six of them headed back to the hotel, six very ordinary looking young men from the outside, yet they held a dark secret that could never really be spoken of, no one would ever believe them and call them mad if they ever spoke of it. After all, vampires do not exist. They knew different and Finlay was the only surviving one who could even recall some aspects, Finlay though could no longer stomach anything raw and his steak always had to be well done.

I've had sex off and on with the BF of a bud for a while now. My bud doesn't know about it. It all started when I was out on the North Haven trail at night and I saw a hot guy sitting shirtless at one of the parking areas. I went in for a closer look and it was Eric, the BF of my bud. I was surprised and so we started chatting and then the awkward question came about what I was doing out on the trail and I answered saying "the same thing you're doing out here." He had no comeback, and honestly there's no reason why a young guy is hanging out by a trail shirtless other than looking. Eric and my bud don't live together and I said it was cool and that I wasn't going to tell my bud, that it was none of my business. He tried to pull the whole "I don't do this often" thing and said that they have an open relationship. We chatted for a bit and wound up getting in his car, taking it to a safe place and bred each other raw. He didn't have any condoms, so it's pretty clear he gives and takes other guys raw too...got no room to talk as I do that too. Also had a hookup with a white 20-something guy off of Grindr a while back...went to his place a few times, swapped loads raw, said he was single. Ran into him at a party with a bud of mine who isn't super-close but I know socially. They've been dating for two years so Grindr boy clearly cheats on my friend. I could tell he recognized me. He pulled me aside at one point and begged me not to tell his BF. I said it was cool and I wasn't going to. He did ask if I had the same number and said I did. Got a text from him the next day and we hooked up again and have off and on since then. Another strange one was the BF of a girl I've been friends with since Grade School. Her BF, Cody, always pinged with me as he's super friendly, very good looking, comfortable around gay guys, but not at all gay acting or sounding. Kind of like one of the other posts I ran into him at Paris, the ABS near me that has video booths. He was in a booth getting drilled raw by a hung Latino boy and once the Latino unloaded in him he drilled the Latino boy raw. As they were about to head for the door, I quick went back out into the hallway so I could catch him before I exited the booth. He looked startled when he saw me and I went inside the booth and closed the door. He knew he was busted and there was no way to explain it away. I told him it was cool and that I wasn't going to say anything and he could trust me as I were there just like he was, looking for the same thing. I was horny as fuck and really wanted to breed his ass but didn't want to be a dick and force him into it. So I was upfront and said I'd always found him very attractive and had the hots for him, but figured there was no chance anything would happen. He seemed less scared but I don't think he connected the dots yet (he's not the smartest guy frankly). I moved in close and told him I'd seen him and the other guy through the glory hole and that it was OK and I wasn't going to say anything adding that I was there to get off and asked if it would be weird if I jerked off in the room with him. He admitted he'd gotten what he wanted and was leaving. I said that was cool and that I'd just jerk off by myself or he could watch if he wanted or I could find another guy to hook up with. He said it would be weird to have sex with me but liked the idea of watching me doing it with another guy. So I went back out in the hallway and soon enough found this cute younger Latino guy who was looking. I told him my BF was in a booth and wanted to watch me fuck him. He was down for that and we went back in the booth and got down to it while Cody watched, me spit and stick the little boy raw and blasting my load inside him then taking him the same way. Cody had pulled his dick out and was jerking it while the boy was fucking me and stuffed his cock inside the boy while he was drilling me until they both got off. Once we were all done it was back to awkward silence and the kid dressed and headed back out into the hall. Clearly Cody likes Latino meat and has no problems going raw with other guys. He quickly dressed and said he needed to go and left without saying anything more to me. I've run into him at parties with his GF and he's acted like nothing happened. I don't have his number so I can't really find out more about what's going on. I'm pretty sure he has a Grindr profile as I see a guy on there who matches his description right down to a tattoo on his arm.

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"You wanna get gangbanged?" I had barely logged into the app when the message flashed onto my screen. My hole was hungry, itching to be stretched and filled. So naturally, I responded. "Fuck yes." "Cool," came the reply, followed by three different dick pics. None appeared to be shorter than seven or eight inches. Two were big black cocks, one cut and one uncut with just the right amount of foreskin. The third was white, cut and smooth and girthy. My saliva glands instantly went into overdrive. I sent back a couple of pics of my ass, including my favorite - the one taken by a guy after he and his friend bred me one night in a hotel room in NYC. It captured the moment that both of their loads started leaking out of my gaped hole. I used it as a signal that I was into bottoming bare. "Where and when?" I asked. It turned out that the guy who contacted me had a room at a hotel just around the corner from my place. Talk about kismet! He told me his friends were on their way, and would be there within the half hour. Perfect - just enough time for me to shower and get ready. Before I did, though, I had to ask. "You guys fuck raw or covered?" "Raw is law," he replied, a grinning devil face emoji punctuating his response. I set my phone down and headed to the bathroom to prep, hoping that when I picked it up again the message would not have disappeared. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded. Not only had he messaged again to let me know his friends had arrived, he had included the room number and told me to knock when I arrived. I quickly dressed and responded to him. "Give me 5-10 minutes." Not waiting for his reply, I slipped my feet into some shoes, grabbed my poppers and a small tube of lube and headed out the door. The light at the end of my street seemed to take for-fucking-ever to turn green, but at last I swung my car out onto the main road, and after less than a half-mile I turned into the hotel parking lot. I found a spot and cut the motor. My stomach was in knots with nervous anticipation. I took a hit from my brown bottle to calm them. I felt my heart rate tick up as a warm glow spread across my body and my head got a little fuzzy. Taking out my phone, I sent him a message. "Parked. Coming up." I walked purposefully through the hotel lobby, throwing a polite nod at the desk staff as I passed. It had been years since I had been to this particular hotel to hook up with anyone, but my feet knew their way and in no time I was in the elevator, on my way to what I hoped would be an amazing afternoon. I took another hit from my brown bottle as I stepped off the elevator, momentarily steadying myself against the corridor wall as they took effect. The room turned out to be a suite at the far end of the hall. With my heart in my throat, I knocked as instructed. The door opened, but whoever was behind it remained hidden. The room was dark; the blackout curtains had been drawn. The only light came from the TV, to which someone was casting bareback porn from their phone or laptop. "Strip and get on the bed," a disembodied voice instructed from the corner of the room. "We want you ass up." As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out the silhouette of a set of double French doors leading to the bedroom. Stepping inside, I took off my clothes, grabbed my poppers and lube and climbed on the bed, my ass in the air pointed toward the door. "Turn around," said the voice. "We wanna watch the TV while we breed you." An odd request, but I was so fucking horny that I readily complied. I spun around so that my ass was now pointed toward the headboard. Anyone pounding my hole would be able to clearly see what was on the TV on the opposite wall. So I was to be a cock sleeve they used to get off in while they watched porn. That didn't hurt my feelings one little bit. I took a huff from my brown bottle as a shadow approached my face. My mouth was at the perfect height and the cock slid right in, working its way to the back of my throat. This was the uncircumsized one and it was delicious! As he worked past my gag reflex I stuck out my tongue and tasted the saltiness of his balls. The bed moved and I felt someone getting behind me. I heard the click of a bottle - so they wouldn't need my lube - and then the familiar pressure of a cock head pressing on my sphincter. I had no way of knowing which of the other guys it was, but as my hole opened willingly to let him in, I felt the walls of my rectum stretch wide. He did not stop until his lower abdomen met my ass cheeks. He was balls deep. The two friends matched their rhythms as they spit-roasted me. The cock in my mouth slid out of my throat as the one in my ass slid deep, then as the one in my ass pulled out the one in my mouth slid back in. In my mind I pictured the old weather vane on my grandfather's garage, the one with two sawyers holding a huge saw that went back and forth in time with the wind. "Fuck, I'm gonna nut already," said the one in my mouth. "let me in there." His friend obliged, slipping out of my ass and moving over to allow his friend to take over. "Ready to get knocked up?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," I replied breathlessly. I took the opportunity to huff from my brown bottle again since my face was unencumbered. As my head swam, I felt that big uncut cock slide balls deep. he gripped my hips like he was afraid he might fall off, and after a couple of big thrusts I felt his cock spasm. He was filling my guts with his cum. At last the spasms subsided and I felt him slide out. "Let me clean you off," I said to him. Without a word, he got off the bed and positioned his now-deflating cock at my mouth again. I sucked in the entire length, savoring the taste of cum and ass and working my tongue under his foreskin to make sure I got every last drop. As I was administering to him, his friend once again got behind me and slid his cock into my now cum-slick hole. "Oh, fuck that feels good," he moaned. "What an ass. My turn to knock it up." My poppers-addled brain suddenly keyed on the phrase he used. He didn't say he was going to breed my hole. He said 'knock it up'. Between the moans escaping my lips I managed to ask, "Are you guys poz?" "Yeah," he affirned. "But you're on PrEP, so it's cool." Except I wasn't on PrEP. That was a bald-faced lie that I included on every one of my online profiles. There was a reason I always ask if guys fuck raw. And there's a reason I don't ask about diseases or HIV status before I fuck someone. Because I wanted it. I had been desperate to join the poz brotherhood for nearly a decade. I wanted the virus with every fiber of my being. I had been used by hundreds of men, most of them bareback, and willingly taken their loads in my pursuit. But it had all been in vain. Until today. Disguising my excitement, I said as deadpan as I could,, "Yeah, that's cool. It's not for me to refuse a load." "Damn right," said the voice from the living room. "Cum dumps don't get a say." The guy behind me quickened his pace and I knew another breeding was imminent. I was about to take my second toxic load of the day. I could barely contain myself! The grip on my hips tightened and the telltale spasms told me he was now adding his load to the first. I squeezed tight, partly to milk every last drop from his balls and partly to make sure none spilled when he pulled out. He began to go soft and began sliding out. I bore down on my sphincter muscles. "Fuck, that's some grip!" he uttered. "Amazing." Before I had a chance to tell him I wanted to clean him off, his cock was in my face. I greedily took it in my mouth to the root, working my tongue all around to clean him thoroughly. At last he pulled away, spent. I had never felt so wantonly slutty in my entire life. I had to have more cock - and there was still one to be had. "Ready for me?" asked the third man, who I could now see had been watching from a chair in the corner of the other room. I took another hit from my brown bottle and replied, "Yessss, please." It was more of a plea than an answer. I wanted his load, and I was prepared to shamelessly beg for it. "Even if my viral load is over seven hundred thousand?" He asked teasingly. "Yessss, God yessss!" I responded. "I need your poz load in my guts with the others!" "You gotta suck me to get me hard first," he said, getting up from the chair. I could just make out his cock, swaying as he walked toward me. It was the white guy. His cock was as long soft as it appeared to be hard. He approached, and for the third time that day I opened my mouth for a poz cock. Suddenly I felt something hard bump against my teeth. As I took him further into my mouth I could taste metal. I felt around with my tongue - a PA! It had been years since I had been fucked by a pierced cock. My first experience had been one of pleasure, then pain, then intensely pleasurable pain. That guy, too, had bred me, and I had hoped at the time that he might be injecting a toxic load when he came, but alas if he was it never took. Here was another chance. I worked his cock like a pro, using my lips and tongue to get him rock hard. It swelled in my mouth until I could barely wrap my lips around the shaft. I couldn't wait to see what he did to my ass once he got inside! His PA was a thick gauge, a three-quarter loop with round balls on each end. I didn't have to wait long. "Hey guys, come hold him," he instructed the others. He got on the bed and pushed me down so I was laying on my stomach. The other two got on the bed, one on each side of me, outstretched my arms and pinned them so I couldn't move. He pushed my legs together and then straddled me, holding my legs closed with his calves. I felt that huge cock slapping my ass cheeks as he got himself ready. I felt him slide between my cheeks and connect with my cum-drooling hole. Then he pushed his way in. It felt as though he was penetrating me with a hot curling iron. I cried and bucked as he split me open and the big metal ring tore at my insides. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I found myself wishing that I had quit while I was ahead. "Hold him!" he barked as my arms flailed beneath his companions. "He wants this virus, he's gonna fuckin' get it!" He worked his shaft deeper and deeper into my rectum as it spasmed in protest. I shudder to think about how it might have felt had I not already had two loads inside me to ease his entry. But at last, he was fully inside. He paused a moment, holding still as I willed myself to relax. "My poppers!" I cried. One of the other guys found them on the bed and uncapped them, holding the bottle under each nostril while pressing the other closed. I took two mighty breaths, huffing as much as I could into my lungs and into my blood stream. Only then did I feel my muscles begin to relax around his huge shaft. "There you go," he said. "Now you're ready." He began to thrust, slowly at first and then more and more quickly. The pain died away as my mind went numb from the combination of poppers and his assault. "Gonna make sure you get knocked up!" he said, his breath coming more quickly. "This hole is fucking great. You're gonna make me shoot in no time!" 'No time' took considerably longer than I hoped. I cried and whimpered as he hammered my hole time and again, working that high viral load out of his balls. I grit my teeth and resolved to take it; I had been chasing this dream for far too long for me to back away now. The pain, I reassured myself, would be worth the reward. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" he bellowed. My sphincter was stretched as wide as it would go and my muscles were all numb, so this time there was no squeezing his shaft. When he came he rammed his cock balls-deep into me and froze, moaning in pleasure as he added to the toxic brew already inside me. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before finally climbing off me. His friends released my arms and as he pulled out, I swear I felt the cool room air rush inside my massive gape. Like the others, he brought his cock to my lips so I could clean it off. This time I tasted cum and ass mixed with blood. His piercing had done what it was supposed to do. "Now, before you get up, I have a present for you," he said. He turned and caught something thrown to him by one of the other guys. "A souvenir, if you will." He held it in such a way that I could see what it was in the dim light: a large butt plug, the base of which was inscribed with the biohazard symbol. He slid it into my ass until it was firmly lodged in place. "Don't take that out for twelve to twenty-four hours," he said. "When you do, you'll be a new man." With that I got up off the bed, pulling my clothes back on. I wondered for a moment if anyone in the lobby would be able to see the shape of the plug's base through my shorts, but decided I really didn't care. I had three poz loads brewing inside me. It was time to go home and do as I had been instructed - leave them in there as long as possible to allow the virus to take hold. The short drive home was an uncomfortable one, but I managed to get into the house and up to my bedroom. Kicking off my shoes, I fell face-first on the bed, exhausted from the poppers and all the abuse I had taken - the wonderful, amazing abuse that I hoped was about to start a new chapter for me. My daily routine went on as it always had - eat, sleep, work, repeat. I never saw my gifter or his friends on the app again, despite checking every blank profile that appeared. Then about three and a half weeks after my encounter, I came down with a cold. Hoping that it meant the gift had taken, I waited a few more weeks - an impossibly long time given my level of excitement - and got tested. After a decade of trying everything, my dream had finally come true. I was a member of the brotherhood at last.

Rim me and I'm begging for your cock

I had met a top and the post was worded kinky breeder , toys .. new and kink interested welcome ! so I answered the add and we set up a time . I cleaned out and arrived at his place , we quickly went to his play room , I was stripped, and lead to a sling , my arms and legs cuffed, he began by getting me very hard and edging me , he had me absolutely in heat ! He then got a mask . A gag with a hole in it and asked me if I was ok . I nodded, he began to work my hole , smaller toys and getting bigger ( I have an 11 inch toy so nothing was crazy for me ). Soon he began to ask me if I wanted to get fucked .. I again nodded and my now well opened and slick hole was barely feeling him , he tells me I am so open he needs friction to cum , and then inserts a tunnel plug .. and it was huge , he locked my dick in a cage , and then began to fuck me , he was slow at first .. I was in heaven . My hole was so full , locked and about the most turned on I have been .. as he fucked me he pulled on my nips and I just let go .. in a sling , stuffed, locked and gagged .. enjoying every moment .. he made me into his human flashlight .. before long I felt like I was gonna cum and I did as he destroyed my ass .. soon I could tell he was getting close and dropped his load deep in me .. I did not really feel it ! When he was done he replaced his cock with a dildo and fucked my sloppy hole with that until I came again , he pulled the tunnel plug out and a massive cumload about fell out .. it’s been a few days and my hole Still lose and I want that feeling again !

I am totally 50/50 vers. I’ve got a big dick and like to fuck and I have a hungry hole that loves attention. I don’t know if it’s unfortunate, but there are times where I’m in the mood to bottom and hooking up with a guy who is a top, but when he sees my dick, he suddenly throws up his legs. All of that, notwithstanding, I love to bottom. I love the intimacy of taking raw dick up my ass. It’s extremely erotic and sensual and nasty to feel his cock spasming as he dumps his load. And I don’t know why it only happens with some guys and not others, but sometimes I can feel the individual ropes of sperm shooting out of his cock.

Love rimming a leaking hole, and love being rimmed as I fuck arse!

Chapter 12: Dinner Party Over the next while, Daniel was able to set aside his fears gradually. Any time Rodrigo sensed that his worry was rising again, he’d give another little pep talk. From time to time, he’d add in another form of energizing session which owed almost nothing to words but still took Daniel’s mind right off his worries – as well as entertaining Rodrigo. One night, for instance, Rodrigo found Daniel looking sadly at the video of the award ceremony again. He’d whipped the phone right out of Daniel’s hands, and said, “Forget that, here’s something better for you to concentrate on,” as he yanked down his pants and pulled his dick out, waving it right in Daniel’s face. It did the trick. Daniel grasped the semi-soft shaft and gave it a couple of good tugs, then opened his mouth and fitted his lips around the head, caressing it with his tongue as he squeezed and released it with his lips. In a mere matter of seconds the entire shaft began to grow, and harden, and in less than a minute it was up to full mast and Daniel was deep throating it. At the same time, Rodrigo was leaning forward and letting his fingers do the walking down Daniel’s spine, and over the firm round swell of his butt to begin delving into the crack. Daniel let go of his cock long enough to moan, “Fuck, yeah, play with my ass.” Rodrigo pulled back his finger for a minute to lick it, and then leaned forward again and started pushing it inside. Daniel really knew how to work with his ass, and Rodrigo loved the feelings it gave, whether he was fucking Daniel with a finger or his dick. He slipped a second finger in, then, and began twisting them back and forth, around each other, a treatment which always revved up Daniel’s desire to get fucked. Eventually, Daniel let the cock fall out of his mouth and went down to start sucking on the balls, which just let Rodrigo finger his hole even deeper. When Daniel figured he had warmed up Rodrigo enough, he pulled off, yanked down his shorts, turned around without a word, and pressed his ass backwards to meet the hard cock which was coming closer to him. In a few more seconds, the head of that cock met his hole and began pressing inwards. Rodrigo’s cock was a perfect size to be able to go crazy inside Daniel’s ass without causing too much lasting pain in the aftermath – and it came at just the right angle to hit his gland right on target with every stroke if Rodrigo fucked him in missionary. Daniel had teased Rodrigo that he ought to go into porn just to become famous enough to have a dildo modeled after his tool, since it would work like a charm on so many guys – and he as frequently reminded him of the dollars he could accumulate as his share of the revenue from selling the toy. “You have got to be kidding,” Rodrigo had snorted when he said it for the fourth time. “You come down here as a complete and total emotional wreck after a decade in that business, and you want me to go to the mainland and subject myself to the same grind? N. O. Fucking. Way!” Daniel had, of course, laughed loudly, but then assured Rodrigo that he was joking – but only in part. “Rodrigo,” he’d said in his best business tone, “I never joke about money.” Right now, though, those teasing conversations were the last thing on Daniel’s mind as Rodrigo’s cock worked its magic inside his ass. As usual when fucking, Rodrigo had worked right up to full throttle ramming speed in the first minute and kept right on going at that tempo. After about five minutes of this forceful treatment, Daniel pulled away, asking for more lube, and had then rolled over onto his back while Rodrigo obliged. It was time for the magic stick to work on the magic hotspot. And work it did, with every one of Rodrigo’s thrusts hitting the target. It wasn’t long before Daniel could feel his sperm rising out of his balls and pulsing up his cock. “Fuck, man, you’re going to fuck the cum out of me.” “I’m going to fuck my cum into you.” It was Daniel who reached the peak first, his cock lifting up and shooting high into the air to fall back with a splatter across his face and chest. The sudden squeezing sensation brought Rodrigo to the moment as well, and he plunged forcefully inside, erupting strongly in Daniel’s hole. Over the succeeding weeks, this scene (with variations) played out multiple times. It all helped to keep the dreaded blue balls at bay, but also helped to relieve Daniel’s stress attacks. By this time, Daniel had clearly fixed in his mind the idea that Laszlo loved him and was working away at breaking down the accursed fears of rejection that were preventing him from acting on that certainty. More and more, though, he realized that this house and these friends were no small part of his gradual healing and reclaiming of himself. Among the many inconsequential conversations which Rodrigo and Daniel had shared during the year and a bit of their friendship, one little nugget of information had dropped in connection with nothing in particular – Daniel had mentioned that his birthday was June 14. Rodrigo had marked the date on his calendar and had privately decided to take Daniel out for dinner – since it was, after all, his 30th birthday. Rodrigo debated inviting Brad and Arian and their girls (of the moment) but decided against it, since Daniel did tend to get a bit quiet and tense in the company of relative strangers. Instead, he would let Brad and Arian know, but would just take out Daniel for a quiet little dinner for two. He reserved a table in a semi-private alcove at a classy restaurant in one of the major resorts down the road about twelve miles, first verifying that they wouldn’t have to be super-dressy – smart casual clothes would do. He then dropped off a small gift for Daniel, at the hotel, with instructions that it should be delivered to the table with a bottle of champagne after they were seated – and he made sure that the concierge understood clearly that they were friends and not a couple. A couple of days beforehand, Rodrigo invited Daniel. His first question was a slightly suspicious, “Are you trying to date me?” Rodrigo laughed. “Hahaha! I know better than to try that! No, I just wanted you to have a chance to celebrate your special day with a friend, since you spend so much time hanging out by yourself. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, and you do have times when you seem very lonely. Just a little friendly gesture to make one night a bit less so.” “Do we have to dress up?” This was Daniel’s next big paranoia. He hated having to do the jacket and tie thing. “I checked. The place we’re going is smart casual only. Neat pants and shoes and a good button-down shirt will do it.” Daniel thought a moment longer. “It’s a fine idea. Thank you, Rodrigo.” “We’ll leave at 6:15. Reservation’s for 7:00.” Daniel nodded. When the big day arrived, Daniel came downstairs early to find the coffee already brewed, and a cake with a few little gift-wrapped packages around it. The other three sang a classic rendition of Happy Birthday to You – classic in the sense that the three voices were singing in three different keys, and none of them managed to hit the high note in the third line. Daniel accepted a cup of coffee in a brand new mug emblazoned with a giant gold star with “XXX” inside it, and that got him laughing heartily. He blew out the one huge candle on the cake, ideally chosen as being in the shape of a rigid nine-inch cock. He then sat down to open the presents – which consisted of one sex-themed household accessory from each of this three housemates, a choice which didn’t surprise him a bit. He thanked them for the birthday celebration surprise, smiling broadly. After coffee, the four of them all went out surfing together. Daniel celebrated his birthday by riding two of the biggest waves of his career – and wiping out after two seconds on the second wave, to much hooting and jeering from his friends. A while later, after getting some breakfast and diving into the cake, the four of them were sitting on the front deck’s steps, and he spoke. “I wasn’t really expecting anything in the way of a birthday this year, but I should have known you three would be ready. You guys really are the best!” They all gave him a big bear hug, and Rodrigo capped his off with a kiss – which set Brad and Arian hooting and whistling all over again. “Hey, Rodrigo, save it for your hot dinner date tonight!” They all laughed together again. Arian in particular couldn’t help noticing that Daniel looked looser and happier than he’d looked in months, actually ever since he’d come over to Hawaii from California a year earlier. Arian and Brad left to go down the road for a brunch get-together with some friends, and Daniel and Rodrigo were left sitting together. Daniel was repeatedly adjusting himself in his jammers, and Rodrigo definitely noticed. “Hey, what’s got you so antsy?” “I don’t know. Guess it wants to get out and get some exercise.” He looked Rodrigo directly in the eye as he rubbed the bulge more forcefully. “Let’s go see what we can do about that.” Twenty minutes later, on Daniel’s bed, Rodrigo was sliding up and down on Daniel’s rigid tool, feeling every bit of that legendary nine inches pushing right inside him and then pulling out of him again. As always, Daniel was enjoying feeling Rodrigo’s expert ass working on him, sucking and pulling and twisting and squeezing. It was great to do it with such an active bottom who knew just how to work a cock with his busy hole. After a few minutes, though, Daniel was ready to take charge. “Get on your back,” he snapped, and Rodrigo obligingly pulled off and laid down beside him. Daniel got his legs up and pushed right back over his shoulders, and then slid back into his ass. By this time, after three days of no action worth mentioning, Daniel found that he was rapidly rising to the challenge, going around the final bend and closing in on the finish line. His pounding got even faster, the smacks of his hips against Rodrigo’s butt harder and louder, and Rodrigo knew that it was time. He opened right up, allowing Daniel to plunge in and out at full speed and grunted, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, dammit. Blow your load inside me!” Daniel gasped and grunted three times, and then slammed right up against Rodrigo’s ass, holding it right there as his sperm jetted into Rodrigo’s tunnel like water spurting from a firehose. After the first four or five shots, he resumed pumping, slamming in again and again at each of the smaller pulses. At last, the pressure in the firehose dwindled to nothing and Daniel slowed to a halt, breathing deeply as he let his big tool slide slowly out, to be followed by a small river of cum. “Feeling better now?” Rodrigo asked in a snarky tone of voice. “I’m not sure. May have to do it again to make certain it’s okay.” Rodrigo pulled a face. “Oh, fuck, no! Even once a day is hard to take when you go all the way into overdrive like that!” At 6:15 that evening, Daniel met Rodrigo at the bottom of the stairs, and they set off together for dinner. Daniel whistled in surprise when they pulled into the driveway of the deluxe FourWinds Resort, one of the most expensive places on the island. After leaving the car with the valet, they walked inside the entrance, and Rodrigo steered their steps to the right, where the restaurant opened off the end of the lobby, with its outer wall dedicated to a series of windowed alcoves facing the ocean and the adjacent waterfall tumbling over a rock face to fall into the surf. The maître d’ escorted them to one of the alcoves, and Daniel immediately chose a seat facing the waterfall. Rodrigo took the other side, which gave him a bit of view of the restaurant behind Daniel’s shoulders, helpful if he should need to summon a server. Almost as soon as they’d settled, the server arrived with the champagne, glasses, and ice bucket, gave his name as “Enrique,” and proceeded to open the bottle and pour. A second server came right behind with the menus, and a small, gift-wrapped package which he placed in front of Daniel. When Daniel opened it, he found a customized glass paperweight with his name and photo embedded inside, and a note from Rodrigo wishing him “the happiest of birthdays.” He reached out with both hands to shake Rodrigo’s hand across the table as he thanked him, and then they turned to the business of drinking the champagne and ordering dinner. Daniel was enjoying himself far more than he’d expected to do. It had been years since he’d allowed himself the luxury of a night out with anyone that wasn’t tied to business in some way. It helped, too, that Rodrigo wasn’t and didn’t want to be his special man, just a good friend, which took a lot of pressure off both of them. As for Rodrigo, he was just happy that he’d been able to do something special for his friend, a man who deserved and needed someone to pay a bit of attention to him, simply as a human being. It made Rodrigo feel good that he was seeing Daniel relaxing and just going with the flow – a state of being which happened for him far too rarely. They’d finished their appetizers and the plates had been cleared away. Daniel pointed out the window and said, “I love having this view of the waterfall. Water in motion is one of my favourite sights and sounds.” Rodrigo turned and gazed out with him, and then swung back. Thankfully, Daniel was still absorbed in staring at the waterfall. Nothing could have prevented the shock from crossing Rodrigo’s face as his gaze again took in the restaurant. He quickly mastered himself and said something casually. But in that moment of shock, he knew exactly what he was going to have to do next. ************************* In comparison to his previous trip to Hawaii, Laszlo was feeling beaten and discouraged. He did his best to enjoy the sun and the water, but he was finding it tough going. His visits to the surf beaches on the Big Island had been just as unproductive as in the winter, although he had managed to score one hot night with a hot blond surfer dude from Australia. Back to Maui. There were several more key areas to check out here that he hadn’t seen before because of time shortage. One of these beaches struck him as very much the kind of place where Daniel might have chosen to go to ground. He spent a couple of days carefully studying the local scene, but finally concluded that here, too, he had come up blank. Now he had four nights left to go. Where to head next? For no reason other than that he liked its underpopulated vibe, he opted to go back to Kauai. Then flight problems. The plane he was supposed to leave Maui on developed engine trouble and got grounded. The next two flights were already filled right up. As a result, it was past 6:00 pm when he finally checked into his hotel. At that hour, he did a bit of desultory unpacking, got cleaned up and changed, and headed downstairs, thinking he’d just grab a quick burger or some other light meal. The hotel’s coffee shop had closed at 4:00. Oh, well, the main restaurant it was then. At least he had the bonus of a very handsome young Filipino waiter named Aaron, and they flirted shamelessly with each other between the courses of what turned into one of the finest dinners he’d had in ages. Laszlo was feeling very relaxed and quite a bit happier when the stranger approached his table and said, “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” ************************* Rodrigo and Daniel had just finished a spectacular meal of locally-caught fish and shellfish in a uniquely-scented herb broth, a house specialty, and Enrique arrived to present the dessert menus while his assistant cleared away the dishes. They proceeded to order dessert and coffee. All the time, though, Rodrigo had been keeping an eye on the young man eating alone on the far side of the large room. Now that they had finished their main course, Rodrigo laid down his napkin, stood up, and said, “Excuse me – back in a minute.” Crossing the restaurant behind Daniel’s back, he took a deep breath to steady himself, and then stepped over to the table by the far wall where Laszlo was dining alone. “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” Laszlo switched on an automatic smile and responded, “Yes, that’s right.” “I’m here with a friend, treating him to a night out for his birthday. He’s a huge fan of yours. It would really make his day if you could just go over and say hello for a minute. Please? I’d really appreciate it if you could.” Laszlo suppressed a slight sigh. “All right. Where is he sitting?” “Right across there, in the alcove, with his back to us. He wanted to look out at the waterfall.” Laszlo stood, with his usual winning smile, Rodrigo thanked him, and Laszlo walked across towards the alcove. Rodrigo dropped into the spare chair at Laszlo’s table, watching anxiously to see what would happen, and crossing his fingers with a little wish for the good of both of them. Laszlo actually began speaking as he was passing the seated figure, before he turned around in mid-sentence and the sight of the man’s face stopped him dead in his tracks. “Hi, there. Your friend asked me to come over and say… to come… over….” His voice ground to a halt like a wind-up toy that had run down, and his jaw hung half open. Finally, he managed to whisper, “Daniel.” Daniel, for his part, was staring in stunned disbelief. Then he slowly rose to his feet and took a hesitant step forward. “Laszlo?” Laszlo held out his arms and in a moment the two of them were locked together in a hug that lasted for a good thirty seconds or more, followed by an equally heartfelt kiss. Laszlo took Rodrigo’s seat, moving it closer, and they sat down together at the table. As soon as they sat, Laszlo stretched out his hand. Daniel took it and their hands twined together on the table cloth as if they never intended to let go. At the other table, Rodrigo heaved a massive sigh of relief and allowed a smile to spread across his face. Just then, Aaron came along, looking a bit baffled at seeing a completely different man sitting at the table. Rodrigo chuckled, and then said, “The gentleman who was sitting here? He’s over at that table now. I’ll pay his bill.” Aaron looked relieved and bustled away to get the bill prepared. Being forced to cover the bill for a dinner which had run into three figures wasn’t something he really wanted to do. As he went, Rodrigo saw Enrique heading for the other table. He got up and intercepted him. “That table where I was sitting. I’m still paying for it, whatever either of them wish to order. Perhaps you could just give them a few minutes – they were kind of startled to run into each other here.” Enrique nodded understandingly and stepped away again. Rodrigo sat back down and watched the show for a few more minutes. It was plainly obvious that both of them had forgotten all about him, and that was fine. Everything was fine. His work was done. Once he’d paid both bills and left a very generous tip for the service staff, he headed back out to the car and drove home with a huge smile on his face, leaving the tab open and giving them his phone number so they could text him the particulars of any further charges. All the way back to the beach house, he was chuckling at the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Laszlo to the same restaurant where he was treating Daniel to his birthday dinner. Meanwhile, Daniel and Laszlo were negotiating a very unusual conversation. For two guys who had known each other for nearly two years, and been intimate more than once, it was strange to both of them to be actually getting to know each other properly for the first time. But before they could even begin that process, there was one question that Laszlo simply had to ask. “Daniel, why?” “Why…?” “Why did you just disappear, not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing? You sold your condo, cut off your phone, closed your email. First-rate disappearing act.” Daniel explained about wanting to leave the entire porn business behind. Laszlo looked at him closely. “Is that all?” Daniel looked down at the table for a long moment, and then forced himself to raise his head and meet Laszlo’s eyes. “No. I was frightened. Of you, and of my feelings towards you. I was going to have to let my guard down and be vulnerable, and every time I’ve done that, I’ve gotten burned – badly. It’s a long story, but if you really want to hear it….” “What feelings?” “I began to realize that I was falling in love with you. That scared the hell out of me. And then, when Marina sent me the video of the award presentation, and I saw you holding hands with that big blond guy, I knew for sure that I loved you – because the pain and the heartache of that moment were so intense, so terrible, and they just wouldn’t let go of me.” “So that’s when you knew you loved me.” “Not ‘loved,’ Laszlo. I do. I love you.” Now that the dreaded moment had happened, Daniel was amazed to discover how easy it had been to say the words, clearly and simply speaking his truth. “Daniel, I was so burned up by the way that you vanished out of my life that I just wanted to give up on you for good. Miklos was a good guy, funny, thoughtful. When I went to pieces that night, he was the only thing holding me together. But it was a doomed relationship. He could tell that there was something big holding me back from going all in, and after what happened at the speech, he guessed that it had to do with you. He was the one who told me off, who made me realize that I couldn’t give up, that I had to find you, because I loved you. So I did that – because he was right. I love you, Daniel.” “Laszlo, I am so sorry -- for everything: sorry for messing things up so badly, sorry for not realizing what was happening between us, sorry for just running away like I did….” “Sh-sh-shh.” Laszlo hushed him, quietly, putting his fingertips gently on Daniel’s mouth. “We’ve said what matters. The rest is just details. We’ve got a whole lifetime for that – if we still think at the end of a month that we need to bother.” Daniel said nothing, just clutched Laszlo’s hand even tighter as his eyes filled with tears. Suddenly, Laszlo said, “I’ve got to pay the bill for my dinner. I was eating across the dining room there when your friend came over to ask me to come and see you. What’s his name, by the way? I need to thank him for the nudge.” “That’s Rodrigo, and I think you’ve met him before. Wait a second, that means you were over here a couple of months ago -- and now you’re here again. I didn’t know you had any interest in Hawaii at all.” “I didn’t – until I guessed that the man I love was hiding out here somewhere.” Daniel smiled broadly through his tears at that. “When did I meet Rodrigo?” “Not exactly met. You passed him on the walkway by the beach, right in front of our house. It was the same day I tried to call you when I was in Los Angeles.” “We were both looking at the same time, then? Shit.” Laszlo laughed aloud. “We’ve really made a royal mess of this, haven’t we? Let’s go and start setting things right. Where’s my waiter?” He spotted Aaron walking by and waved him over. “I’d like my bill, please.” “The other gentleman who was sitting here has paid it for you, sir.” Laszlo noticed that Aaron looked a little crestfallen, since it was obvious that this customer who had so taken his fancy had suddenly and abruptly been pulled right off the market. “He paid for my dinner too, Laszlo. It was a birthday present.” “So it’s your birthday? There’s an important detail I needed to know. Good thing I’m here to give you your present in person.” “What is it?” “Me,” Laszlo said simply. Just then, Daniel’s phone pinged. He picked it up, opened the text message, and read it aloud to Laszlo. “Made it home safe. Enjoy yourselves, and Happy Birthday again!” “Quite the guy.” “I’ll say. That was supposed to be my ride home.” “Do you really need to go home?” Daniel thought for a moment and then smiled. “No. I think I’m there already.” With that, the two of them rose from the table, and after Daniel checked with Enrique to make sure the bill was all right (and it was), Laszlo led the way to his room. “Sorry about the mess. I’d just arrived from the airport and didn’t bother about settling in before coming down for dinner.” “I don’t mind.” In moments, they had their arms around each other and were kissing again. The contrast was like daylight and darkness, both compared to their earlier couplings, and compared to all the other men either or both of them had screwed around with. Now their feelings and emotions were ruling them, as they took their first steps towards exploring each other, each with the other’s feelings foremost in mind. It was going to be a night such as neither Daniel nor Laszlo had ever experienced before. This would be a night of love in the broadest and deepest possible sense of two very different individuals learning how to work together to bridge those differences and build a new and stronger unity, emotional and physical, between them. Their movements were so slow and measured that it came as a surprise to them to discover that their clothes had all fallen away and their naked bodies were pressed against each other as they continued kissing and fondling under the shower. When had they made their way to the bathroom? Daniel couldn’t even remember. They took turns washing each other down, stroking gently with the shower gel over each other’s skin. At last they turned the water off and took the towels to dry each other. Their arms were around each other again, their mouths kissing each other, their tongues dancing together as they slowly made their way to the bed. Laszlo turned down the duvet, and they lay down on the bed together, wanting to be free to explore each other in every way they could imagine. They were so absorbed in each other’s presence that it was a good twenty minutes before either of them even thought of reaching for the other’s cock. When Laszlo finally made that move, he found Daniel painfully hard and dripping wet. Then he realized that his own was as well. How odd that neither of them had noticed that yet. But now that Laszlo had made the move, both of them found they were ready and more than ready for some incredibly intense action. Daniel smiled at him. “I guess it’s time for us to do our Big Scene again. You surely remember how it goes. You taught it to me. Who gets to go first and fast?” Laszlo smiled too. “I will. I want you to take the main role in the scene. I’ve been waiting, it feels like years, for you to make love to me again – just as you did in that video, only better.” With that, Daniel rolled onto his face and raised his hips, giving Laszlo a good clear road to his cheeks and hole. Laszlo plunged his face in and began eating, tonguing the man sweat out of his crack and teasing the tight button with little stabbing plunges of his cock. Then Daniel moaned and told him to get on with it and don’t keep him waiting all night. Eager to oblige, Laszlo lined up his cock with the target and began to enter. Daniel was so turned on, so ready, so open, that no other lube or spit was needed. The precum leaking out of Laszlo’s tool smoothed the way, and he sank right into Daniel’s ass and began pumping. Suddenly, all Laszlo could feel was his cock and Daniel’s tight hole. Nothing else in the world mattered to him for those moments except cock in ass, the crying need to cum, and the knowledge that Daniel needed him to breed ass just as much as he himself needed to do it. It took only two minutes before he began gasping for air. Daniel said nothing, just pressed his ass higher up to meet Laszlo’s desperately energetic thrusts. With about six more ferocious strokes, Laszlo suddenly exploded inside Daniel, cumming in such a ferocious outburst as he could never recall feeling before in his entire experience. He finished and pulled out, bending down to lick up some of the stream of cum sliding down Daniel’s taint, and then rolling onto his back. Daniel straightened up, moved over to straddle Laszlo’s prone body, and then lay down on top of him, letting his cock slide right into the gap between Laszlo’s wide-spread thighs. And then he lowered his mouth onto Laszlo’s, savouring the taste of his own cum as their tongues mixed and mingled it with their saliva. Daniel took his time. After all, as Laszlo had said earlier, they had a whole lifetime to attend to the details. Now was the time to immerse themselves in their emotions. Daniel realized that he had never before felt so loved in his entire life. He was sure, too, that Laszlo was experiencing the same emotions at the same powerful level as their hard bodies moved against each other slowly, and their tongues twined around each other. Daniel let his hands slide up and down Laszlo’s smooth torso, feeling his way, memorizing every ridge of muscles, every point of bone, the smooth, satin texture of his skin. At the same time, Laszlo was caressing Daniel’s back, with his legs spread to let Daniel lie right on top of him, and his arms locked around Daniel’s body, feeling the strength of his back from buttocks to shoulders as he thrilled to the weight of Daniel on top of him. Laszlo spoke, in an awe-struck voice that was barely more than a whisper. “Why did I never feel what an amazing body you’ve got whenever we fucked before?” Both he and Daniel, of course, knew the answer without speaking it. This wasn’t business. This wasn’t a shoot, working against the clock. This wasn’t a scene where they always had to remain conscious of showing their best angles to the cameras. For both of them, this was the first time they had felt free to devote all of their attention, every part of their minds and hearts to their partner, in a place where time had no power and where nothing mattered to each of them except the other. The kissing, stroking, caressing, and squeezing continued unabated. At last, though, Laszlo spoke again. “I want to taste your cock in my mouth.” Daniel got up onto his knees and shuffled forward until he was straddling Laszlo’s chest, with the thick shaft of the Hawaiian Nine resting on his lips. Laszlo’s tongue flicked out, exploring the head, pulling back to swallow the drops of clear juice that were still oozing out of the head. Daniel groaned, not in pain but with extreme pleasure, as Laszlo slowly worked on his cockhead before opening his mouth wide and taking the whole shaft inside. Laszlo was lavishing all his experience and care on giving Daniel’s cock the most wonderful tongue bath that much-used tool had ever received. “You’re amazing,” Daniel moaned. “No one had ever taken all of it so well, or made it feel so incredible.” It was true. Laszlo had already realized that sucking this big, thick cock had always been a struggle for him before. Now, it was the easiest thing in the world to lower his jaw far enough that the entire length could slide smoothly into his throat. He worked on that big dick for several minutes, listening to Daniel’s quiet moans of pleasure as he sucked his man’s meat deep and long. Then Daniel pulled up and away, bent down to kiss Laszlo again, and quietly said, “Roll over. I want to taste your hole now.” Laszlo rolled easily onto his stomach. Daniel proceeded to kiss and lick his way down Laszlo’s back until he came to the beginning of the crack. He placed his hands on either side of those firm round cushions, pulling them gently open until he could push his face deep inside. His tongue worked on the sides of the crack, dropping lower until he could start sliding it over the tight little button at the bottom. It was Laszlo’s turn to moan repeatedly as Daniel made love to his ass, giving more and more attention to the hole, poking and prodding it repeatedly with his tongue. Then he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue in harder and harder until the hole opened, and he could begin to push his way inside, thrusting and stimulating with his busy tongue. It was time. Laszlo’s moaning took on the shape of words, words that went straight to Daniel’s heart and lodged themselves there for all time. “I want to feel you inside me now. Not because it’s a big dick or because I’m horny, but because it’s you. Make love to me now, Daniel.” Daniel lifted himself up, just enough to shift position and plant his cockhead against Laszlo’s hole, and then began to push inwards. The first time he had done this, he recalled that he’d had a long struggle to get Laszlo’s virgin ass to open up and accept its first dick. Now, the welcome was instant, and there was no argument. Laszlo opened up and took him in as readily as if he had already been fucking him for half an hour and had gotten him thoroughly loosened. He slid right inside all the way in one smooth slide, his whole thick nine inches buried inside this man he loved so much. In that moment, Daniel finally understood. Everything that had happened between them before this night had been a series of false starts, false starts underscored by the business overtones of all their previous encounters. Tonight was their true beginning. He lay down again along Laszlo’s back, feeling the curves and planes of Laszlo’s body pressed against him as he began to slide smoothly out and back in again, moving slowly with an almost hypnotic pace, letting himself feel every second of every gentle slide out, every thrust back in. As Laszlo began squeezing his hole slowly and rhythmically in tune with Daniel’s thrusts, both of them fell deeper under the spell, the power of two people who were completely open to each other and whose every move was powered by desire – not the desire for relief of self, but the desire to give the best of themselves to make the experience as wonderful as it could get for their partner. Daniel continued stroking and caressing Laszlo’s body as he pumped in and out, and Laszlo turned his head to the side so that they could continue kissing each other as he did. Laszlo then spoke again. “I want to get on my back so we can see each other, face to face, no more hiding, no more barriers.” Daniel pulled slowly out, and Laszlo rolled over one more time onto his back, lifting his legs up as he went. He pulled his legs right back over his shoulders until he was folded double, and completely open. He pulled Daniel down to him and into him, holding him close so that he could wrap his arms around this man that he loved, stroking and caressing him gently while they resumed kissing each other and Daniel’s cock continued its slow and easy slides in and out of Laszlo’s ass. “Laszlo… Laszlo… all my life… I never knew it could be like this. I never knew….” “Daniel… I’m ready… ready to cum. I need you to fuck me hard now, fuck the cum out of me so we can cum right together.” Daniel began to speed up his strokes at last, gradually working his way up to full speed. His hips rose and fell in short, sharp movements as he continued to hold Laszlo close to him, his hands gripping Laszlo’s body firmly as they remained joined together. It took only a minute of this sudden burst of energy. Daniel began grunting, then gasping for air, then chanting, “Fuck… fuck… fuck… cumming… cumming…!” Laszlo could feel that dick getting even thicker inside himself, the head bumping against his prostate, sending thrills and chills through him, and his own dick swelling up too. “Give it to me… give it to me… cum inside me.” And Daniel came. Slamming down into Laszlo with a final series of brutal thrusts, his cock exploding and forcing out cream at every thrust, and that final vigorous action triggered Laszlo, setting his fire ablaze and causing his dick to squeeze out an immense load of seed that spread between their bodies as they joined themselves together forever. Gradually, Daniel’s thrusts slowed to a halt, and he lay still, both of them still breathing heavily, their mouths still working on each other. Both their cocks were still rigid, dripping with sperm, one between them, the other inside Laszlo. He loved that feeling of fullness, of Daniel’s long, thick cock deep inside him, and never wanted it to end. But the rest of Laszlo’s body got a vote too, and he finally laughed – and that broke the incredible spell, the loving magic which they had woven together. “I need you to get off me now – dammit, you are one heavy guy now that we’re finished.” “Think I need to go on a diet?” They both laughed, and Daniel started to lift off. But Laszlo stopped him. “Think you can get off me without sliding out? Stay inside me. Maybe fall off to one side and spoon me.” Daniel negotiated the tricky move successfully, and then leaned close and said, “Now, why did you want me to do that?” Laszlo in turn maneuvered himself around until he was lying on his side, his butt pressed back against Daniel’s hips, with Daniel still firmly lodged deeply in his hole. “Because I want to fall asleep with you inside me tonight.” Daniel didn’t laugh. Both of them were drunk on love, high on each other. It was a far more powerful drug than the usual fulfillment of lust which was what they’d both had in their lives up until this night. He snuggled Laszlo closer, one arm thrown over Laszlo’s body, the other serving as a pillow under Laszlo’s head, and then he planted his head on Laszlo’s shoulder where he could whisper right into Laszlo’s ear. “I love you, Laszlo.” The answering murmur, so quiet but so clear, was the last sound he heard as sleep took them both. “I love you, Daniel.”

Ohio Republicans saw Issue 1 as a stepping stone to enacting God's Law in Ohio. I have heard this from multiple sources including elected Ohio Republicans as well as the pastor that lives next door to me. He also a pollworker, the one I had to walk up to and get my ballot from yesterday, he was all smiles and neighborly but just his presence there might intimidate or remind some what his opinion on the issue is since he preaches it in his church regularly. Since Issue 1 would only impact the power of a people's initiative and not the state legislature's ability to propose constitutional amendments, it was obviously a power grab with the immediate impact affecting the chance of the outcome of Novembers election which includes two people's initiatives protecting the right to choice and legalizing recreational use and home grow of marijuana.

Felt horny after a particular zoom call earlier with some other horny guys on here and so decided to go to the adult bookstore and try the crowd getting off work, which was surprisingly successful. First thing in there, get right to sucking a chubby guy's dick through the gloryhole for awhile before I turn around and back it up to led him fuck and cum inside me. Then I sucked another guy after him who wanted me to fuck him but I ended up just finishing him off with my mouth. Another guy with a fatter cock showed up after and let me suck on his delicious cock for awhile before I tried to back it up on him too. He insisted he join me in the booth and unfortunately put on a condom. It was still hot though because he said something about how daddy wanted some of my naughty boy ass or something like that. I let him fuck me to completion, even with the condom, before peaking my head out of the booth and signaling for another older gentleman to stick his dick through the hole and let me blow him to completion so I could swallow his load in its entirety. By this point, I'm a sweaty, cum-filled mess and I see a text from my husband who saw my location was the bookstore and asking when I'd come home. So, I went home expecting him to scold me for being a slut again and then he asks me if I actually got any this time to which I answered honestly. He then later clarified if that meant I got a guy to cum in me, which I had. I guess this made him horny because he proceeded to fuck me without any lube (since I was already stretched with another man's cum and two different dicks anyway) adding yet another load to end out the day. So I'd say a pretty good day!

The spa I go to has a big tub area with a fountain spray in the center and guys hang around it for JO and fucking. Speaking from experience the guys getting fucked usually have already been fucked and opened up before then, so its not so tricky, but if you haven't been fucked yet its damn near impossible as water isn't a good lubricant. Guys take it into the bathroom stalls or a shower, sometimes the sauna to get opened up and ready first. It was pretty much the same story at a pool party I was at recently. The guys who got fucked, myself included, had already been fucked so it wasn't so hard to take a cock while in the water.

Hi, I've started to be barebacked 1 year ago. By now I've always got maximum 2 tops each time. I'm planning to get multiple loads inside my ass. It seem to be really exciting. How does it feel? I'd like to have my ass dripping with cum. When I see photos of cumdumps I really get exited and love to have my ass flooded. I think it's exhausting too so I ask who has already done it how does it feel. Thanks for every reply. P.s. I don't like drugs. I'm only interested to enjoy it in the most natural way.

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

The most I’ve ever taken in one night was 22 loads. And several other dicks that never Nutted. A buddy and I were in Los Angeles and we got a hotel room for the weekend. One night he pimp me out in the next night I pimped him out. We both were trying to set a new record, and we both accomplish that!

It feels amazing. Most was 12 in one night and it's easier with every load. The cocks just start slipping in easily, even ones you think you won't be able to take. Your hole starts getting hungry for more and relaxes. My hole wouldn't fully close and I just loved feeling all that cum run out and down my leg.

Yes I think, the most I gotten were also about two loads, and whatever I try... and I really try... to get loaded up with a lot more is still a dream of mine. I'm really insatiable... It's never enough. I guess it is the dream of any barebacking cumslut to be the ultimate cumdump.

Many years ago I would be like ok I got some free time I'll look for some loads to flood my ass. But after I would still be wanting more loads in my ass. It's an amazing feeling walking around with 20+ guys loads in your ass. For me no matter how many loads I've got inside my ass I just can't get enough. It's definitely an experience you have to try.

I’ve gotten as many as 15 loads in one day and it’s amazing. Physically, it feels very wet. After the first load, you won’t be needing lube. That added wetness makes the fucking extremely comfortable even with larger cocks. Psychologically, it’s such a mind trip. At some point, you will pause and say “damn… I’ve got sperm from 10 different men inside me.” It’s at that point where you’ll become insatiable and as long as your hole is holding up (not getting sore/irritated, etc), you’ll just be wanting more and more. Completely insatiable. Once I have 10 loads in me, I swear I could take 100 more.

Welcome to bareback. Getting flooded is worth it. No matter how many loads you take it’s never enough but keep going. Only way to find out how it feels is to try it.

It feels awesome, the most confirmed loads I've ever taken is 7, but I get most of my loads in sex clubs and at orgies so I often don't know whether a guy bred me or just fucked me for a few minutes I'm reasonably sure I've hit low double digits. Once I get up to 3 or 4 loads, I find it hard to tell when additional loads get added, because I leak cum any time a cock is pumping in and out of my hole. You do keep getting wetter as more cum gets deposited.

Totally agree! I really appreciated the bunch of supporting messages I got on this thread and via DMs! Obviously, I haven’t been able to use it much but been gently jerking it (not alone) and I’ve been loving it and the looks I got for it! 🐷

I am booked for consultation this week. 🐷

Here is my cock, take a seat or use my hole, dont mind 😉

A nice place to pay a visit? 🐷 [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/a-visit-to-a-local-fuck-gloryhole-xhhPiuV8

I love to rim before I fuck, and I love gettin rimmed by a top

Loose is such an amazing high! I am a fist pig bottom and love getting so used my hole is gapes open. I never get tired of the stretching and pleasure overload I get from such size going up in my sloppy guts giving me an overfull feeling like a mare must feel with a stallion as he stretches me out further and further.

Me taking anonymous cock [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/blindfolded-whore-taking-anonymous-dick-xhsNR8B

It may well come in Ohio, but not because of Issue 1. Issue 1 strictly concerns the percentage of the popular vote needed to adopt a constitutional amendment (60% of those who turn out to vote). The legislature can already enact legislation similar to that in these states with a simple majority vote and the assent of the governor, with no vote of the people involved. The only way in which Issue 1 could theoretically get involved in this issue would be if First Amendment activists or the like wanted to put a protection for access to adult sites into the state constitution - under Issue 1, if it passes, that would require 60% of voters to approve of that protection in an election. But it doesn't change anything about the legislature's ability to enact such a restriction.

Been uncontrollably horny lately, and it seemed my recent slutty weekend in Amsterdam didn’t quite satiate me. So called my fixed fuck bud at home. We try to arrange a 3some but alas no luck on a Tuesday with our selection of guys, so we just meet up for a normal fuck. This guys cock doesn’t look spectacular on pictures but it’s amazing. It’s thicker in the middle than front or back which means that as he fucks is opens the hole up in such a hot way. He also has a fat head so gets me off by teasing the ass lips and going in and out. He was driving me wild with the fucking so I got verbal and horny which drove him to a frenzy and he came harder than ever before and bred me with a huge load. I thought that was it but an American daddy tourist couple had been traveling Norway and tapped me 10 days earlier and one of them was online. Turns out they were horny and ready for a fuck so I go right away to their hotel. We start with the usual small talk then kissing and quickly some sucking and testing of holes. The guy could already tell then that I was kinda loose as I hadn’t mentioned having fucked before but didn’t say anything. Then we get on the bed and one of them fucks me from behind as I suck the other one. The one fucking me feels easy to take despite his relatively large cock… and when he pulls out after a few minutes a glob of cum fart goes with it and the smell becomes apparent. Oops. He still doesn’t say anything but instructs me to sit on his husbands cock. I follow his orders right away as he starts fingering from behind while his hubby enjoys the fuck. Then asks “do you like poppers?” I say “I sure do” and he puts them under my nose for a big whiff. Hole loosens up more and he starts to tease with his cock. Lo and behold it goes in (not easily and painful af). But I get so horny so grab the poppers and continue huffing them… a couple of minutes later and it’s less painful. A couple of minutes more and it’s open enough for them to easily fuck. They start an amazing fuck that lasts about 4 minutes before they almost simultaneously cum on each others cocks and into my cummy hole. So hot!

It sends me into orbit! It's the perfect way to open up my hole... I absolutely love being rimmed.

He if ain't rimming I ain't hardening

The downvote was likely because you were not fully informed prior to the scene taking place. As I read your initial post, there was no negotiation about limits, the hood, what they wanted, what you'd allow, etc. Your were fortunate, in that no serious harm came of the encounter. When any kind of restraints are involved, that needs to be fully negotiated prior to the scene, as well as what will take place, what won't, and agreed upon up front. Back in Chicago, there would be 2 or 3 murders a year because of either none-negotiated scenes, or outright deception from the Dom. I've written prior about what to do regarding a D/s - B/d scene that includes strangers using restrictive gear, if you're interested. I'm glad it turned out to be exciting for you, but - care should always be taken to negotiate prior to the scene taking place. One point: if the other guy(s) hesitate to do a negotiation, take that as the reddest of flags and move on.

Agreed!! Everyone's doing it! LOL. I love the ring and horseshoe most. A little annoyed my peircer just acted like the barbell was my only choice - I should have asked more questions! I can change it soon enough. I will say that I am able to piss at a urinal and even into a toilet "MOST" of the time with a pretty straight stream. It's just a ball at the end, not a ring so maybe the barbell is better for pissing straight out of. I will be experimenting when I'm able to swap it out. Go lower gauge when I'm able, but been advised not to rush it. Kinda like seeing these thin gauges and realizing it's fresh - then those big FAT 00g!!

I almost felt sorry for the guy. Here he was, a new join to our leather club, having recently moved to the area for his first job as an IT guy, and he allowed me to be his mentor. Not that I minded- he was short and beefy, had a bushy beard and a nerdish shyness still at 24. Most importantly, he was eager to be a part of our group, to find a family in this new location. I quickly took him under my wing, introducing him to the entire group, a mostly over 40 crowd still clinging to the old gay ways of yesteryear. No phone apps or hookup sites, just a weekly bar meeting and get togethers. Hell, I'm pushing 50 now, so I guess I'm in prime daddy zone myself. Anyways-the new meat stuck by my side during his first meeting, and I made sure the other 10 guys kept their distance. He seemed to like the way I looked in my leather harness, despite my hairy belly protruding and my middle age hairy tits. He commented on my nipple rings, and gently tugged at them as if he had never seen them before on a man. I put my arm around him, and we sat that way thru the boring meeting, only disengaging when he went up front to tell everyone a little about himself. As the men dispersed after the meeting and began drinking, I got me and the new meat some drinks, and walked us back to a darker corner of the bar. I took my pipe out and lit it, sending a cloud of smoke around the both of us. Meat seemed to like this, as he moved in closer and smiled at me. I nodded to him and grabbed his bearded face and pulled him to my lips. I exhaled more pipe smoke into his face, removed my pipe, and went in for my first kiss. He accepted my tongue, and our beards meshed together, his black to my salt and pepper. I took hold of his black T-shirt and began lifting it over his head. Once removed, my hand caressed his hairy torso, feeling the beginnings of his young bear gut and his flabby pecs. I could see in my mind's eye how he'd look in another 10 years- a nice fat bear with bitch titties, bald like me with the traditional bald man fringe. I pinched his nipples as I caressed him, continuing to engulf him in my pipe smoke. He responded to my advances eagerly, so easily seduced by this daddy bear in a new city. With my hand resting on his belly, and my pipe clenched in my jaw, I began telling him how the leather group was pretty close: our cookouts, weekend trips, movie nights. His eyes lit up, and I knew he was excited to be joining us. He expressed surprise there wasn't an apprenticeship to join the group, but I let him know we weren't like some of the more formal leather groups. He nodded and finished his drink, so I moved him in front of me as I sat on a stool, his back resting against my belly and my arms reaching around and holding him in place. He leaned his head back, and my pipe was right next to his face. He seemed to enjoy being so close to it, breathing in deeply and smiling. I began working both his nipples gently, and I felt them firm up as he pushed back into me. "You like Daddy's pipe, don't ya boy?" The meat responded by shaking his head yes, and I patted his belly and blew more smoke in his face. "Let me show you something," I said as I released my grip on him. I walked him to a door across the room, and we entered the dark space. Closing the door, I flipped the light switch and he saw the dungeon room in all its glory. Sling, fuck bench, chains with restraints hanging from the ceiling. His eyes grew wide and I embraced him, kissing him again and again as I unbuttoned his pants. "Since you're new, we need to get you dressed properly so you fit in with the rest of us. Take off your jeans and underwear, then put your boots back on." My prey offered no resistance, and I moved to the far wall and from a shelf removed an item for our new member. I motioned and he quickly was at my side. Seeing him naked in only his black boots was almost more than I could take. Such a hot piece of meat, so innocent in his desire to belong, his 6" cock half erect. I handed him a leather jock strap, and helped him get into it. I could see he was turned on, but also a little embarrassed to be letting a man dress him . I pulled him in and kissed his lips again, gently patting his ball sack inside the leather pouch of the jock strap. "You like your new outfit, boy?". He said he did, but expressed concern there wasn't more of it. I assured him this was enough for now, and told him to fold his street clothes and place them on the shelf where I had removed his jock. He did so quietly, and as he walked back to me, and grabbed his nipples and began twisting and working them. He winced until I stopped, then I pulled him in tightly and kissed him, fondling his exposed hairy ass as I did. I could feel his cock jump inside the pouch. I pointed to a vest on a hanger across the room, its front showing years of wear yet still a beautiful piece. "That vest has been mine for 30 years. I got it when I first joined this leather club. Doesn't fit so well around my belly now. It'll be yours by the end of the night if you want it". He seemed touched by this gesture, and was about to speak before I cut him off. "Get on your knees and thank Daddy for your new clothes," I said, pushing down on his shoulders until he was on his knees in front of me. I unzipped my leather pants, and let my cock flop out. Gripping it in one hand, I squeezed it until a drip of precum leaked out the end. "Lick it off, boy. Suck Daddy's cock". My prey fully cooperated, engulfing my leaky 7" thick cock in his hairy mouth. I let him suck me a few minutes before pulling out and wiping my cock in his beard. I pulled him up, and again assaulted his mouth with my tongue. His cock was rock hard, pushing out into it's leather prison. "As President of this club, boy, I get to decide who's allowed to join. You sure you want to join? You can still leave if you've changed your mind." He didn't answer, he just began rubbing my cock, and put his head down on my chest. I knew he was mine. I guided him over to the fuck bench, and helped him place his hands and knees properly, and then strapped them in place. Once secured, I smacked his ass hard with my hand, intending to leave a welt. He was startled, but did not protest. I pulled a stool over, and sat between his legs with his ass in front of me. I pulled his cheeks wide, revealing the hairy insides of his crack and his pink puckered hole. My cock began dripping at the thought of taking this hole, making it mine to fuck and breed. To control. My tongue plunged deep, tasting his musk as it darted in and out, savoring the first taste of what was going to be MY hole from now on. Lost in my desires, I tongued him continually for 20-30 minutes, until I was unable to wait any longer. I stood, kicking the stool out of my way. I quickly filled my pipe and lit it, breathing deeply and inhaling as much as possible. I walked up to his head and grabbed his hair, lifting his face to look at me. "Take a hit of Daddy's pipe, boy." His look of confusion amused me. "Take a hit, and suck Daddy's smoke into your lungs. I want you to have the taste of it in your mouth as I fuck you. As I make you My pipe boy". I held the pipe to his lips, and he pulled in a mouthful of smoke and inhaled, trying his best to not cough but failing miserably. I saw smoke come out his mouth, and his nostrils, and I grabbed his beard. "You did good for the first time, pipe boy. You'll do better next time." He nodded and I released his hair. Moving back between his legs, I began rubbing my cockhead directly on his hole, smearing my leaking juices onto the pink wrinkles of his puckered ass. I began pushing my mushroom head into his ass, then backing out and pushing in again. Each time coating his insides with more of my precum. He moaned with each entry, his hole still not lubed enough to not cause him discomfort. As I backed out the last time, I spit directly on his hole, and pushed in quickly, burying all 7" at once. He let out a yelp, and I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders. "It'll get easier, boy, just accept Daddy's cock." I began fucking in and out, and saw blood streaks on the top of my shaft. "You're bleeding a bit, boy, but that's ok. I'll add more lube." Again I spit on my cock, and shoved it back into the meat on the fuck bench in front of me. Soon I could hear the familiar sounds of sloshing and smacking associated with fucking. My precum was making it nice inside the boy's hole, coating his guts with my juices. To his credit, his hole never lost its grip. Each backward movement it grabbed my cock tighter, squeezing out more of my cock juice. My pipe was blazing by now, filling the room with hazy smoke, making even a lifelong smoker like myself dizzy from the nicotine high. I fuck into him harder and harder, his body rocking from my thrusts. "I'm cumming pig! You want my load?! You wanna join our club?!". The pig yelled yes, begging me to fuck and cum in him. I thrust more, eyeing my prey as I watched my cock move in and out. "You're mine, boy, all of you! Join Daddy's club!". My cock spasmed, shooting jet after jet of my toxic cum into his young hairy ass. But I kept fucking, moving in and out, from side to side, trying to hurt him, to tear his ass open with my cock. Until finally I stopped. My assault was over. I dropped to my knees, removed my pipe, and buried my face into his newly bred hole. Tonguing him passionately, I ground my beard into his newly initiated ass. I licked the juices from his hole, covering my beard with the remnants of this rough fuck- his blood, flecks of brown, my own cum. All of it. I wanted to claim this as my property, and I wanted to wear this in my beard for all to see. When I pulled my face away, I could see cum dripping from the edge of the leather jock the boy was wearing. He came from getting fucked, like a good pig. I patted his ass, and began undoing his restraints. I helped him off and over to a chair, where I sat him down and allowed him to lick my cock clean. I walked over to the vest, removed it from the hanger, and told him to stand. Without showing him the back, I helped him into his new vest, and told him how good he looked in it. "Ever better than I did back when it was first given to me", I added. He smiled at me. I then reached into my jeans pocket, and pulled a thick chain collar I had saved for just this moment. "Now that you're mine, boy, we need to let the rest of the group know, cuz I don't share my property with anyone". He stood still as I fastened the chain around his neck. Once it was placed, I kissed him again, fully embracing my new meat. We left the room together, our fellow club members noticing us as we approached. He was a sight to behold. A new young leather pipe boy, wearing his leather jock strap, black boots, and a well-worn leather vest, emblazoned on the back with a 16" bright red biohazard symbol, to show everyone he was a member of a club he didn't know he had just joined.

BBRT top, blank profile, some stats filled out, early 40s. Profile last updated over 10 years ago. Saw my quick connect ad, I was looking for anonymous cocks to fill me up, and I already had a few inside. He messaged me "address", and I sent him my full details, and said "door unlocked". I had my ass up, pushing out cum as much as possible to show him what a slut I've been. He had a thick cock and was hard as soon as he walked in. He came in less than a minute, then headed out. Didn't say a word.

As I did what Jack asked me to dump loads into two under 25 maybe he won’t mind if I have some fun. As so as I say sure he picks me up like a rag doll Puts me over his shoulder then takes me to the back room. In the back room there are other older Daddies as the one who pics me up. Look at what I found one of these twinks who did not run away let's tune him up. They tell me to get into the sex sling as others put leather cuffs on my wrist & ankles. I see more in the room, and now I'm scared, and they see this I also see many of them have the same Bio Hazard & Scorpion tattoos as Jack has. They are also hung one comes over grabs my arm put a strap around I say I don't do drugs they laugh as the needle goes in they push the plunger and this is a heavy slam and WOW it feels good as a dick is put my mouth and someone is fingering my hole Daddy: We are going to fuck this faggot until he is bleeding so don't give him a break. I see them lined up stroking their dicks as it seems they are not a fan of a fem twink like me as they are just want to treat me like fuck meat. A few of them put their hands around my neck a choke me. They think they are treating me rough and mean but in fact, I'm enjoying being a cumdump as they are slamming me and booty bumps. I thought they were 5 in the room but more keep coming in as the more loads I get the better it feels as the squishy noise lets me know what a pig I've become. and being treated like this is a dream. Over there is this guy chained to the wall on his hands & knee. They come over to him and make him drink their piss. I hear a familiar voice I think it is Jack and it is as he asks me did do what he asked me if I knock up two of the under-25 group. Yes Jack I did. Jack said to the group. Jack: just to let you know this is my boy and is already POZ and while you fuckers are fucking each other my boy is out there Pozzing negative twinks and they will poz others. Jack looks into my face and asks if I'm having a good time YES I AM. So he starts to fuck me hard and blast his load in my hole. Then Jack goes over to the pig that is chained against the wall and drags him over to clean my hole out. I feel his tongue slurping. Out of all the cum that has been deposited in me.

I love getting a faggot naked when I am using it in public like in a park or an alley or a porn theatre. Especially if there is a good chance someone will see the fuckboy sucking me off or bent over getting railed. Best part is they dont even question it, they just obey me and take off whatever I tell them to or let me pull of their clothing without much resistance. Sometimes I tell them to strip off piece by piece or or sometimes I just tell them “take off all your clothes faggot” and if they dont take EVERYTHING off I tell them to lose the gitch and sometimes even their socks and shoes. I got one little faggot naked in a park a few times and make him keep sucking my cock even as people passed by or stayed to watch several times and one time his actual mother busted him sucking my cock and I still made him finish (while she watched) before I let him get dressed and go. another time I stripped some little teen twinky in a porntheatre booth and made him leave the door wide open till I came down his throat so any guy walking past could see. then I kept him naked on his hands and knees and let men watch him fuck himself with a huge dildo and suck me hard and fucked him with the door still open and random men watching, then came in his ass and pissed all over him while he jerked himself off on all fours and some guy fucked him with the dildo. after he came he looked so embarrassed lol

I grunted as I felt the swollen, leaking head of Jacques cock push into my hole. “Jesus!” I said through gritted teeth as my sphincter struggled to stretch over his engorged head. Jacques grinned and pushed forward a bit more. “Poppers?” I nodded as he uncapped the bottle and held it to my nose for a single deep huff. The Tina in my cunt was make my hole itch for a good fucking but my chute had other ideas as it resisted the momentum of Jacques body on top of me. “C’mon baby, let me in,” he whispered as he licked my earlobe. I moaned. I’d never been this tight before. What the fuck was going on! I lifted my hips up slightly and felt Jacques slide in another half inch before my guts tightened again. I looked up. Jacques was sweating. He grunted and pushed the poppers under my nose again. Another half an inch. “Fuck it,” he said swearing under his breath as he pulled out. Grabbing the back of my neck he pushed my mouth onto his cock as he rummaged around in the draw. As I tried not to gag on his salty cock I felt the cold splash of lube on my arse before he pulled me back onto the mattress and lifted my arse into the air again. Gobbing into my hole he retrieved a larger shard and fingered it into my hole before lubing his cock and lining up his cock with my arsehole again. My arse was tingling more intensely when I felt his cock push into my cunt again, making me gasp. “Fuck, yeah!” I moaned as I felt the shard dissolve into my guts. He grinned and leaned forward. “Forgot I also had some lube with Tina left. Let’s see if that loosens you up.” We kissed. “But only a little. I really wanna fuck you up.” I chuckled as he pushed his meat deeper into my resistant guts. “Be my fucking guest.” He pulled his cock back slightly as the tingling became a warm, burning sensation along the walls of my gut. “Jesus that Tina’s strong,” I murmured as he started to fuck me with less that half his cock in my chute, stretching my guts that wrapped themselves around his cock. He leaned forward and pushed his right pit over my nose and mouth. I growled as I buried my face in the sweaty, musky hair, licking and sucking the sweat as it literally seeped from his pores. Another half and inch, Jacques using his cock like a battering ram, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. I slipped my hand around my arse and felt his shaft. “Fuck!” I said realising how far his balls were from they crack of my arse. Jacques grinned and pushed his left pit over my nose and mouth, silencing me as he chewed on my left tit, eliciting deep moans as I responded to his tongue teasing my tit. “Not even half way you tight fucker,” he breathed as he licked the sweat from my increasingly sweaty chest. The warmth in my cunt was growing, every thrust of his cock was making me wince less and less. I pulled his face to mine and gobbed in his open mouth. “Fuck I taste good in your mouth,” he grinned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, sucking out the spit then spitting it back in. “Yeah?” I replied as the warmth in my count grew steadily in intensity. “Fuck yeah,” he replied. The warmth turned into an unbearable aching, hungry white heat. I gripped his biceps either side of his broad muscular shoulders and spat into his face. “Fuck me, you cunt,” I suddenly demanded as the best in the guts turned into insatiable yearning. “Rape my fucking cunt. Bruise my hole!” Jacque pulled back and looked at me, then putting a hand over my mouth, he raised my hips further off the bed, and began to push in deeper. “Fuck yeah, you pussy faggot. I’m gonna hurt you.”

Part 25 Jeremy was laying on his back on the couch, sucking and licking on Ryan's heavy hair-covered nuts as Kevin was pounding his ass harder and faster. “I'm getting close, son,” Kevin panted. “Where do you want my cum?” Jeremy moved his mouth from Ryan's balls. Panting himself he looked up at Kevin and told him, “In me! Cum in me Daddy Kevin!” Sweat was pouring off of Kevin's body and face. He looked back at Jeremy and asked, “Are you sure son? You know my cum is 'special'.” Not missing a beat Jeremy took hold of his cock and started jacking it and told Kevin, “Yes, I'm sure. I know about your cum. I've looked it up online about your scorpion tattoo, and I want it! I want your hot load!” Beside me I heard Drew whisper huskily, “Fucking A! Knock him up!” I glanced over at him to ask what was going on but he quickly told me to watch and listen. I turned back to the screen just as Kevin slammed hard into Jeremy's ass and held there, his body shuddering as he obviously was cumming inside my boy. “Take it fucker! Take my charged up load!” “Yes, yes, yes! Give me your poz cum Daddy Kevin! Knock me the fuck up!” I turned to Drew, my eyes wide and my heart pounding. His face was covered in a lascivious grin. “What the fuck?!” I asked, not believing what I thought I'd just heard. “Is Kevin....?” I started, but couldn't bring myself to say the word. Drew wrapped his hand around my dripping throbbing boner and started stroking me. “Yeah, Daddy Justin. Kevin's HIV-poz. And he just filled Jeremy with a big toxic load!” My mind was reeling. I couldn't catch my breath. Drew ran his tongue across my lips and said, “Your cock is rock hard, Daddy Justin. It turns you on doesn't it? Knowing your son has poz cum in his ass and he begged for it. It's hot as fuck isn't it?” My brain was trying to process everything, trying to put everything in place. Then I gasped as my drug-filled mind realized the implication of what Drew had just said. “But, but, Kevin fucked me earlier and came in me. So that means,” I paused and swallowed then continued, “that means I have his poz cum in me too?” Drew ran his tongue up my neck and inside my ear. “Not just Kevin's”, he whispered in a dark sensuous voice that sent chills down my spine. “You too?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. “And Ryan?” Drew nodded and brought the pipe stem to my lips. I automatically placed my lips around it despite what Drew was telling me. I began drawing in the thick white smoke, telling myself I needed it to take this all in. “Take that fuck smoke in, Daddy Justin. Yeah, give in to it and admit how turned on you are right now. Watching your own son get pozzed and knowing you are too.” His voice was like the sound of hell itself – dark, hot and seductive. A cloud escaped my lips and surrounded me and Drew and I was taking a second hit right away. I felt my cock stir in Drew's hand and I felt an unknown desire taking hold in my mind. A desire I knew the fuck smoke was helping feed. A loud cry from the computer screen brought my attention back to the events taking place in the living room. Ryan was between Jeremy's legs pushing his thick cock inside my son and the cry was from Jeremy as he was being stretched. I remembered how I had cried out earlier when Ryan entered me and I knew how good it felt. I wondered if Jeremy thought so too or if he was hurting. His words at that moment answered my question. “Awwww yeah Ryan! Give me that fat fucking cock man! Stretch me wide and fuck me! I want it all!” Jeremy had his legs around Ryan's waist as Ryan bottomed out in him and asked, “You want your jock hole filled with another cock and load of cum doncha bro? You're a cock whore already right?” Jeremy was running his hands up and down Ryan's strong back. “I do. I want you to fill me with your cock and cum Ryan. I AM a cock whore and I need you to give it to me. C'mon man, fuck my hole just like Daddy Kevin did and cum in me!” Jeremy begged, and I moaned. Ryan began moving his hips backward and asked Jeremy, “You want me to give you the same kind of load Kevin just dumped in you?” “Fuck yes!!” Jeremy pleaded. “Give me more poz cum dude! Please give me your dirty seed!” Jeremy was consumed with a deep need for poz cum and as I listened to him begging for more I couldn't resist or deny the fact that I was more turned on than I had ever been. “Do it,” I said out loud. “Shoot your poz cum in my son's ass you twi*ted fucker!” “Yeah Daddy Justin,” Drew said softly beside me. “Give in to it all.” I turned to look at him and saw another smile on his handsome face. And I felt myself smile back at him as I gave in fully. (to be continued)

I necked my own drink, and then got up off the stool and followed Peter over to the padded fuck bench in the middle of the room. “Let’s give the guys a good welcome sight” he said, motioning me to get onto it. I took a hit of poppers from the bottle stored in the pouch on my harness, and then did as directed and got on the bench on all fours. I stayed still while he attached a couple of chains to the leather cuffs I was already wearing round my wrists, and waited patiently while he wrestled to get the bench’s own restraints round my boots to strap my legs in place. “Right, that should do” he said. “You lubed?” “Yeah” I replied. “Used a plug earlier too.” “Good” he said, “no need to dally around then.” With that, after a cursory exploration of my exposed hole with a couple of his fingers, I felt his cock pushing against me. Then, without much fanfare, he slowly but firmly pushed the entire length of it into me, the PA he promised (which I had not actually seen yet) feeling really different to anything I had experienced before. “There we go” he said. “You OK?” “Yeah” I breathed out. With that he started to slowly fuck, building up his tempo fairly quickly until he was hammering in and out of me. He was really verbal throughout, repeatedly telling me how toxic he was, how this was going to be the fuck that changed me, and what a slut I was. I just moaned and groaned as I was pushed back and forth, absolutely loving both the physical feeling of his cock in me as well as the mental fuckery he was putting me through with this first pozzing of the night. Eventually he thrust into me one final time and stayed put through the spasms of his orgasm, pumping me full of his gloriously toxic juices. I just quietly muttered “breed me” over and over and encourage him to fully empty his tanks into me. Just as he was breathing deeply out following the final spurt, we heard the door to the warehouse open and clomp of several sets of footsteps coming into the foyer. “Company’s here” said Peter, before withdrawing himself from me and leaving me feeling empty and gaping. “Gents!” he shouted, as the men entered the room. “Just bred the pig to get us started, so he’s ready for you.” Cheers went up, and I heard a lot more clomping as the group moved around the room, I guessed in boots not dissimilar to what I was wearing. I could not tell how many of them there were given my exposed arse was pointing towards the door, and the immediate hubbub of conversation amongst them all did not help me work out what kind of crowd they were. However, it wasn’t long before I felt some hands started to explore my backside, and a finger get inserted. Again, it wasn’t clear if this was one guy, two, or a whole crowd. Then, of course, the finger was withdrawn and another cock was pressing against me. In it went, bony hands gripped my hips, and the next breeding of the evening got underway. While the mystery guy was fucking me, some of the crowd started moving around to where I could see them. They were indeed all middle aged or older, but it was otherwise a very mixed group. Fat and thin, tall and short, muscled and wasting, leather and normal clothes, smoking and not. I looked around them all as I was fucked, keeping eye contact where it was made, and admiring any dicks that were already out on display. Eventually a large chubby guy wearing a Nike tracksuit approached me closer and held out his dick, which I happily took into my mouth. I do love being spit roasted, and knowing that both dicks were poz was such a turn on that I started to moan around the cock being pushed down my throat. I was on that bench for a long time, and was fucked over and over. Although I’d seen some of the guys in attendance I knew there were more who had stayed behind me out of view, with quite a lot of chatter coming from the bar area over at the side. As such, I had no idea if everyone had bred me yet, whether anyone had taken a second turn, or what. It didn’t matter though, as I was being reamed out almost constantly, and while each guy had his own style and approach to it, every single one of them let me know in some way that I was taking unmedicated poz cum. This was even better than I’d hoped it would be. After however long it was, Peter appeared in front of me with a warm smile, while someone else was hammering away at the back. “Having fun?” he asked. I just moaned while nodding in response. “Well, we don’t want to wear you out so early in the night, so once Calum here has shot his load how about we give you a bit of a break?” I just nodded again. Truth be told, as awesome as this was, I wanted to change position, maybe have a drink and a cigarette, and I was keen to actually see this group in its entirety. Sure enough, the guy I now knew was called Calum shot off in me, his poz talk coming through with a bit of an Irish brogue, and then once he withdrew Peter and some other chap got me released from the bench. I stood up rather stiffly and stretched, then turned to see the group. There looked to be about twenty of them, much more than I had expected, and while most were chatting to each other a few did nod or wink in my direction as I made eye contact with them. I made my way over, and gladly took a glass of water that someone handed to me followed by a beer from someone else. While I wondered where the packet of cigarettes I had brought down had ended up, one was offered to me by a big bear of a man which I gladly took, and then relaxed into chatting to these men for a bit. They were a nice bunch it turned out, and I could see why they hung around together. There was no judgement of the various fetishes on display, nor of those who just dressed in normal clothes, and what surprised me the most was that no-one seemed to want to delve into my reasons for being there. I guessed I must not have been the first bugchaser to attend one of their gatherings. After a couple of drinks, a real gym bunny of a man started to stroke my exposed buttocks signalling that Round Two was not far off. I stood there and smoked what I knew would be my last cigarette for a while as a couple of others joined in with exploring my body, and then found myself being coaxed over to a nearby mattress. After being on my feet for a while at the bar it was a bit of a relief that it wasn’t the St Andrew’s Cross they wanted to use next, and I happily got down onto the mattress, took a few hits of poppers, and waited for some indication of what position to get into. The first couple of guys took me missionary style, seemingly enjoying making a lot of eye contact while they sawed in and out of my well-used hole with their toxic disco sticks. Others wanted me on all fours, a couple of group members had me ride them, and then the last few took me while I was spreadeagled on my front. Some got really verbal, others just did the deed and then made way for others. It was all fucking fantastic, quite frankly. Once the last of them was done, I once again got up to join the rest of the group, my stretched arsehole now properly dripping with toxic cum. Once again I was handed drinks and a cigarette, and once again it was just really nice to have a chat to this curious mix of guys. However, I could feel I was now a bit more physically tired, and I had lost all track of time so was clueless as to the hour. “Right, we’re going to get you into the sling” said Peter from behind me as he put his hands on my shoulders, “and then everyone is going to fuck one or two more loads into you. Then bed. OK?” I nodded, took a final draw of my cigarette, and then allowed myself to be walked over to a really impressive apparatus with a padded leather sling attached to it. I climbed up onto it, lay back and lifted my legs, watching as a couple of guys put my ankles through the hoops. However, rather than my wrists also being secured in place, I was quite surprised when an ashtray, cigarettes and a lighter were plonked on my chest, someone handed me some poppers, and another guy brought over some drinks and put them on a small table nearby. “Just say if you want some water, whisky or whatever” he said, giving me a warm smile. “Someone at this end will get it for you.” I could not help but chuckle, but gave him a warm smile back and nodded. Round Three was a much more relaxed affair, with everyone clearly less energetic than they had been before, but almost enjoying the fucking more as a result. It was fantastic to just lie there with a steady supply of toxic cocks keeping me filled, while able to make eye contact with each of the group, smoke cigarettes when I fancied it, take hits of poppers when I needed it, and gulp down swigs of water or whatever else was on offer to keep myself both hydrated and buzzed. Again, I have no idea how long I spent there, but time had no meaning nor concern to me. I was where I belonged, and this was only the first night. I could not wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store. [to be continued]

Here’s me

Im so proud of my veiny uncut cock. I would take any opportunity to show off my cheating raw meat to ANY ONE no matter what type of guys or girls especially trans girls, who couldn't resist their temptations to get down on their knees to wrap their lips around my big cock or willingly spread their pussies and assholes wide open to give me the right to use their fucking holes and beg me to dump my seeds deep inside their cunts after a long fucking session.

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

If you want it just do it! That’s what a buddy from here said to me. And I made an appointment for the next day. So fucking glad I did! Love it!! I’m a little more of a top so it affected my sex life for a few weeks but as a cumdump it won’t even slow you down 🐷 it’ll look hot on you stud!

The Private Party 2 So I've been going to a private sex party for a few months. I wrote about it back in October. It's been a lot of fun. Every time I go I clean myself inside and out with lotion and fully lubed up. Then I lock myself in a chastity cock cage and when I get there I am stripped and locked into a spreader bar that holds my hands and ankles together, forcing me face down and ass up, my hole exposed and helpless for anyone to use until I'm set free. I wear nothing but a jock that allows full access to my hole. All the regulars know me and take turns using my hole and shooting load after load of risky cum deep inside me while they grunt away their pleasure and cause me to moan out mine. I know some, maybe even most of the loads I've been taking are charged and it is pretty much inevitable that sooner or later my ass will be knocked up. Some of the guys have even told me they are high VL and a few even that their loads were med resistant so even if I am on PrEP (which I'm not, so my ass is very fertile) I will still get charged up by their strain. Well, I'm going to the January party tomorrow, but this time I know I don't have to worry about getting pozzed. Last week I wasn't feeling well so I went to the free sex clinic and got tested... Sure enough. Poz. The doctors want to put me on meds, but I think I will hold off until something happens. Well, I'm still looking forward to continuing to attend the parties... Maybe one of these times I will go to the party and be looking for bottoms instead of taking more loads...