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Chapter 1 - So it begins My friend Dave decided he wanted to do something special for me for my birthday. We’ve played together a lot in the past and had only recently started partying together. The last time we met, we smoked a good amount, and he fucked me, bred me and played in my ass. For the birthday event, he told me to plan for a few days of time off since he wanted to get me really spun. I was able to get a few days off from work, so I told him we’d be all set. I did a deep clean in the morning and a touchup later. Dave told me to show up at his house around 8. He has a playroom in the basement, with a sling and fuck bench, lots of toys, and some fetish clothing. The basement has a door to the outside at the back of his house. I got there, and Dave and I went down to the playroom. I stripped down to my Nasty Pig jock. Dave wanted me to wear one of his harnesses, so I slipped that on too. He had a pipe packed already so we lit the torch and started taking some deep hits. Dave can get hard even when he’s spun, so I hopped in the sling and put my feet in the stirrups. Dave rimmed my ass for a while, getting me ready for his cock. He has a great cock for my ass. It’s not really long, about 7”, but it’s really thick. He knows how to get my ass ready for his thickness before he shoves it in and then he can fuck for a long time. He has a nice hairy chest and a trimmed beard so I like that I can watch him as he fucks me deep. After a good rimming session, Dave decided that we should get a few more hits in so that I was really horny for his dick. He propped up my head so that I was able to stay in the sling while we smoked. After a few hits, we were both flying high. Dave put down the pipe, slid a freshly opened bottle of poppers within my reach, and stepped between my legs. While we gazed into each other’s eyes, he slowly slid his well lubed cock in my ass. Since he had rimmed me before, I was pretty opened for him. Dave really knows how to fuck. His cock has a nice mushroom head, so he’ll pull almost all the way out, then hold it there to stretch my hole before driving it back in to me. He changes the rhythm, and I can switch up my position in the sling so that his cock hits the walls of my ass differently. One of the other great things about getting fucked in a sling is that it lets me ride cock easily too. I was swinging back and forth on Dave’s dick and getting it in as deep as possible. I had reached down to let him in as deep as possible while sliding back and forth on his cock. I didn’t hear the door open, but I heard the distinctive click of the torch behind me. Then, a mouth was on mine, shotgunning a hit to me. I took in the hit, shared some back and started making out with the new guy. Still didn’t know who it was but I was feeling good and welcomed another guy to the party. When he pulled back, it turned out it was our buddy, Chris. We had all played before but never partied together. I smiled at him, and he gave me a knowing look that was also full of lust. Chris was wearing a chest harness that connected to his metal cock ring. He looked hot as fuck in the gear, with the harness nicely framing his pecs. He has a hairy chest and ass and loves to get his hole eaten. His hard cock was sticking straight out, with a drop of precum on the tip. I motioned him over and licked the head of his dick to taste the sweetness. Lucky for me, Dave had taken over control of the fuck and was still filling my hole with his thick cock. I got Chris’s cock all the way into my mouth so now I was being spit roasted by two hot studs. Dave and Chris started to make out when I realized that they were also sharing some smoke. On one of the hits, Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth and shared the smoke with me, followed by another passionate kiss. Dave pulled out of my ass and lowered my jock to suck my T dick. Even though it doesn’t get too hard, it’s still great to get it sucked. Chris then moved down and knelt before my ass and started rimming my well fucked hole. Now, I was getting sucked and rimmed at the same time, so I just laid back and enjoyed myself for a while. Chris had started to finger my ass, getting 3 fingers in. He was really working around my ass, in and out, and working around the hole. He pulled out and his relubed fingers worked back into my ass. This time, I felt a burn since he deposited a shard in my ass. Getting booty bumped is a favorite of mine but I’d never played like this with Chris. Then, Chris stood up and started teasing my hole with his cock. He has a longer and only slightly thinner cock than Dave. He usually cums pretty fast after getting in my ass so he likes to play around the hole, sticking the head in, then swirling around the outside. He worked around and just inside my hole, spreading lube and precum, then slowly slid all the way in. He got in easily since I was well fucked and relaxed. And spun. Chris had been fucking me for a surprisingly long time. Dave had moved up to feed me his cock which I happily cleaned off and sucked. He moved behind me so that I could also work his balls into my mouth. He likes having his balls sucked and I think the view while I’m doing that is awesome. Eventually, Chris pulled out. He still hadn’t cum, which was kind of odd for him. He helped me out of the sling for a brief rest and some hydration. Dave poured out some sports drink for us all and we sat on the sofa to take a break. I was in the middle and both of them took turns fingering around my hole. We smoked a little more and then I got back in the sling. Dave had lowered the head a little bit. This meant that while he was fucking me again, Chris was able to come around to my head, turn around and feed me his ass. He has a really hot ass. It’s got just the right amount of fur, and he has a hole that reacts to my tongue. I’ve managed to work my tongue really deep into his ass in the past, but this position didn’t allow for deep penetration. One of the other fantastic things about eating Chris’s ass is that he has an amazing natural smell. It’s a little musty and sweet and I love burying my face in his hole, knowing that his smell will stick to my face and beard for a while. My neck started to hurt from the weird position, and I was getting some crazy head rushes too, so Chris moved away and helped to raise my head back to a normal position. Dave decided to pull out and play with my ass again. Once more, I felt the burn of a shard that he deposited in my ass. Chris got back between my legs and started to finger my hole. Dave came up to let me suck his dick, but I needed to take some breaks from his cock since Chris was making my ass feel great. He was working in and out, and spreading his fingers when he was inside me. I was enjoying the sensations and reached down to spread my ass wider for him. I worked my hands over to my hole and was surprised to find that Chris had all his fingers in me and was working my hole with his thumb. We locked eyes and he checked if I was OK with what was going on. I nodded an enthusiastic yes so he kept working his thumb around my hole.

I woke at around 5am this morning feeling very horny, my cunthole was hungry for some cock & cum. I got online to see what was on offer, while browsing on my MacBook my phone pinged….scruff notification!😋 The message was from a 6’2” 57 yr old hairy fat top, he liked my arse pics and was free to come over now and give my arse a good hard fucking with his big cock & breed a couple of big loads in me. As soon as I check out the pics he sent my cunthole made the decision for me! His cock, 9” of very fat veiny uncut man meat with a huge pair of balls that hung low in their hairy scrotum. My cunthole started aching as I played the attached video, he was stool by a glass top coffee table wanking his dick then he roared & his massive dick started pumping like a machine, huge thick creamy wags of cum blasted from his cock splattering all over the glass top, I counted 18 wads of cum, the table was totally covered in cum. Now my cunthole was aching so badly, I replied attaching my location & told him how badly I wanted his cock & cum loads in my arse. I had a quick shower & gave my hole a quick freshen up! When he arrived I led him up to my bedroom, his pics didn’t do justice to just how tall & wide he is nor how sexy he was in person, a bit of his big hairy belly hung just below the bottom of his t-shirt & his huge cock & balls swung around in his joggers when he walked. I was wearing a vest & jock which I took off as I walked in my room, his big belly & chest were covered with curly black hair, as he took off his joggers I reached out & took his semi hard dick in my hand, almost instantly he was rock hard! He told me to get on the bed, head down arse up at the edge of the bed. He knelt behind me, spread my arse cheeks & buried his face in my hairy crack. He licked my hole with his big tongue then got it inside me, he got me groaning with pleasure then spat on my hole, stood up, spit lubed his cock and started pushing it in my cunthole. I was gagging for his cock & I felt my cunthole opening up for him, he’d eased his big bell end in then with a thrust he was balls deep in me, his shaft stretching my cunthole made me gasp from the brief stinging burning sensation. His big hairy belly was resting on the small of my back as he started pounded my cunthole hard deep & fast, 10 minutes into fucking he gets me on my side, standing at the side of the bed he pulls me to the edge, lifts my right leg up as he shoves his cock back in, pounding me hard & rough his cock is hitting the spot & my cunthole is building up to a big intense orgasm! “Oh fuck! I’m gunna cum” I growled… Boom! Climax! My cock blasted big thick ropes of cum across the bed & my cunthole was gripping his big shaft in spasms! He pulled out briefly as I got on my back the shoved his huge length back in me, he drilled his cock into my cunthole hard & fast for a good 10 minutes or so when he be blew his second load deep inside me. Still balls deep in my cunthole he bent forward leaning on me panting as this sweaty dripped down on me. After a short rest he resumed fucking my pussy, his big swollen bell end was rubbing hard on my prostate and within a few minutes I was roaring with ecstasy as I climaxed and swirled my heavy load all over the bed.

Well. You learn something new every day. Apparently, in the history of the Papacy - that’s the History of Popes, mind you - the first two-thirds of the 10th Century, from 904AD -964AD, came to be known as the Sæculum Obscurum, the “Dark Age”, also known as The Pornocracy, or the Rule of the Harlots. It would seem that the daughter of an important Roman noble became the concubine of Pope Sergius III when she was 15, and discovered a whole new meaning to the phrase “pussy power”. She later took other husbands (plural) and lovers, got her son made Pope, and she and her mom more or less had the Papacy by the short and curlies for over half a century. There were twelve - count ‘em, twelve - Popes during this period, one of whom was the alleged lover of the mom, another the daughter’s grandson by a different son. The Church doesn’t talk about this much, I gather. The point is, Brethren, if the Papacy itself can become a Pornocracy for half a century, surely there is hope for the wanton.

Church history is filled with LGBTQ men and women trying to make sense of their own self and sexuality and the teachings of the Church. The Knights Templar are a good example of a male 💪fraternal💏 organization that was stomped upon by the powers that be with the primary allegations of sodomy against them, even though they where doing so much good in the world – running businesses which we in the modern world call banks, hotels etc. Pope Clement V disbanded the order in 1312. Interestingly, a century later, Joan of Arc was burnt in 1431, one of the chief charges against her was cross-dressing i.e. she dressed like a man and not a maiden/girl.

This is my first story on here Bald Man Stealths Young Stud Daniel was sitting at the bar. He was from a small town in Oklahoma and recently transferred to a college in Miami. His hometown was extremely conservative, and he always had to hide the fact he was gay and always participated in masculine activities to hide it. He was on the football and baseball teams, and even had girlfriends to add to the illusion, but deep down, he knew that all he wanted was to get fucked hard by men. The only time he had ever had any gay experience was a time he jerked off in a bathroom with another guy while in Tulsa. But that was going to change tonight- and he would remember it forever. Daniel participates in intra-mural sports because he still likes athletics, keeping his body fit. He was around 5'10", trimmed his body hair very short, and has thick black hair and slightly tanned skin. His dick isn't huge (around 6.5") but he didn't intend on topping tonight. The bar that he was in was not too lively. It was a place to pick up guys and go fuck. He saw it on a website- it was far from his campus and was quite low-key. Even in Miami, he still didn't feel ready to come out. But what he didn't know was that this bar was frequented by HIV Postitive men, which he would soon come to know very well. A man approached him at the bar, he was older, had a swimmer's body, and he was around 45 and had a shaved head and a thick beard to match. Daniel always had an affinity men that looked like him. He was around 6'3", so he was substantially taller than him. The man looked at him and asked with a deep voice, "Can I buy you a drink?" Daniel looked at him, smiled, and said, "Sure. Just a beer is fine." "Well you heard him, a beer for the him please," he said to the bartender. The bartender quickly filled up a glass from the tap, placed a napkin on the bar, followed by the beer. "You don't look like you're from around here," the man said, noting Daniel's mannerisms and conservative way of dress. "I'm not. I'm actually from Bumfuck, USA," Daniel said while the man laughed. "You remind me of when I was your age. In college in a new city, looking to fuck the nearest man I could find," he said. "I moved here when I was around 19, and it has been a wild time. I'm Sean, by the way." "Daniel." They did the usual small talk about sports, the weather, etc, and drank a few beers until Sean looked at him and said, "Do you want to go back to my place?" Daniel responded with a shaky, "Yeah, sure!" Sean paid for both of their tabs, ordered an Uber, and they headed back to his apartment. When they walked in, Daniel was taken aback. It was on a higher floor of a pretty nice building, overlooking the Miami River with a huge window which took up the entire wall opposite of the entrance. It was night, so you could see the lights of the other buildings, but not much else. Inside the apartment was more interesting. It was a bit cold, and the furniture was quite modern with sharp edges that contrasted the grain of the black hardwood floors. To the right was a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and black cabinets. The room was entirely black and white, with only a few blood red accent pieces to break the contrast. To the left, he could see an unlit hallway which he somehow knew would lead down a dark path. Sean dropped his keys into a blood red dish sitting on a black table next to the door, snapping Daniel out of the almost hypnotic fugue the apartment gave him. "Wow this place is... nice," Daniel said in a wavering voice. It truly was nice compared to his shitty dorm room. "Do you want a drink?" Sean said as he made his way into the Kitchen area. "Sure," Daniel responded. Sean opened the freezer pulling out a bottle of vodka, and said, "Is vodka soda alright?" "Yeah," Daniel said. Sean poured two drinks and walked over and handed on to him. He looked at Daniel and commented, "You look nervous." "Yeah its just that... I've never really... done this before." "What, hook up with a random guy you just met in a bar before?" Sean said with a laugh. "Among other things," Daniel said, feeling a bit more relaxed. "It's alright. I used to be nervous doing this sort of thing too. It takes practice," he said slyly as he took the empty glass from Daniels hand and placing both glasses on the table. Daniel looked at him for a second and felt his face flush as Sean looked him in the eye. Sean then embraced and kissed him. Daniels legs felt wobbly. Daniel wondered whether it was the booze or how good it felt to finally touch a man like this. The kissing became more intense as Sean began unbuttoning his shirt. Daniel immediately went for his chest and began his descent. He took a pause at his belly button and noticed a biohazard tattoo and wondered what that meant. He didn't wonder for very long as he began to unbuckle Sean's belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and pulling them down. Underneath was a pair of white boxer briefs which struggled to keep what looked like a huge package contained. He pulled them down too, exposing what was an 8 inch dick and about as round as a beer can. He began sucking and jerking it, struggling with its size. Sean tilted his head back and let out a moan of pleasure. After a few minutes, Sean nudged him up and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." He took of his shoes, socks, and pants from around his ankles and headed for the hallway. Daniel followed, undressing himself completely on the way. The bedroom was similarly designed like the rest of the apartment. Black woods floors, white walls, and a black bed with blood red bedding atop of it. Sean turned around, embraced Daniel and kissed him once again. He reached down and stroked Daniel's hard cock for a few seconds. Immediately after, Sean took Daniel and pushed him on the bed and started sucking his dick. Daniel started moaning, looking down at Sean as he expertly pleasured him. He placed a hand on his completely smooth head and closed his eyes enjoying the moment. He started to tense up and said, "I think I'm gonna cum." Sean pulled up and said, "I'm not near finished with you yet." He flipped him over and started licking his asshole. Daniel moaned harder, never feeling any sensation like this before. After about 30 seconds of this, Sean pushed his index finger at his hole. "Damn you've got a tight ass," as he began sliding his finger into Daniel's virgin hole. Daniel let out a moan as Sean began fingering his with no lube. He immediately added another finger and pushed them deep into his hole. He twisted them around, and Daniel could feel his fingernails dig into the wall of his hole. Daniel thought that this must just be how it is as he moaned into the blood red pillow, writhing in ecstatic pleasure. Sean pulled his fingers out and said, "Turn over. I want to look at you while I do this." Daniel obliged, turn over and putting his legs around Sean as he got between them. Sean spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and started pushing at Daniel's hole. A thought crossed Daniel's mind to ask him to put on a condom, but it felt so good right now he didn't even care. As Sean managed to get his rock hard dick inside his tight hole, Daniel's eyes shot wide open as he let out a pained moan and gripped the blood red fabric of the bed spread. Sean leaned over him, kissing him as he started fucking him. Daniel felt Sean's dick picking up the pace, feeling the friction of the skin on skin struggling to be lubricated with only a bit of spit. Daniel was in a state of utter pleasure looking at Sean in the eye while he was getting fucked. After a few minutes Sean's fucking was getting more desperate. He was feeling his own pleasure peaking. Sean said, "I'm gonna cum." Daniel thought about asking him to pull out, but before the thought could come out of his mouth, Sean kissed him again. Daniel came right then, without touching his dick, feeling himself being pumped full of Sean's cum. Sean slowed down, moaning through the painful pleasure of fucking after you've cum. He pulled out and collapsed beside Daniel as they both panted, both of them staring at the ceiling while they lay on the blood red bed. Daniel did not know at that moment that Sean would be a part of him forever.

Stopped by the bookstore after the gym and got seven loads. As soon as I walked in and got in a booth, even though it was dead and not many in the store, I heard the door close. I put my ass against the hole and had a ten inch dick buried in my hole immediately. He worked me for about five mins and I think came twice in me, definitely once though as he pulled out and I was dripping. After a bottom tries to put his ass against the hole to get me to top him, I was about to leave before I felt his rock hard dick against my hole and slid in. I guess he gave up me breeding him. He started pumping my hole and shot another huge load in me. After a few other guys heard the wall movement from fucking, I ended up with another couple hung dicks and some smaller ones that shot huge loads. Left me dripping when I left. Definitely worth the 45 minutes.

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That's so ironic. When I lived in London in 1987, the gay saunas wouldn't let you touch anyone else, let alone have sex. It was SUPER weird, but I did meet a pivotal person there who introduced me to his friends (and kept me from moving back to the states since I had a really hard time making friends).

FWIW I don't dislike you, either - we may disagree on some issues (though certainly not all of them), but I don't move someone into "dislike" territory simply for disagreements. My default position on most people is amused ambivalence. But in any event, you're certainly correct in this case: whatever tension there might be in this case, it's not sexual in nature.

Several years ago, I flew to Philly to hook up with a guy I was chatting with online. I think I spent five days there. And one of those days was spent at club Philly. An amazing time was had by all, and I was had by many! Funny, he moved to Florida in the last year!

2 four 1 for sure 🐷 [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/two-cumdumps-in-a-room-is-even-better-than-one-cumdump/

Umm. Your profile says your birth year is 1872. I like older men. And a big cock, you say? And a playroom? Hell, I’d come back for that!

Personally 11am-6pm (except for weekends as it gets busy) is ideal most people are at work, I suggest going through Cherry st. Than walking towards Regatta. You may not have to go far before finding something, night time is good but that's also when the cops are around, mostly doing searches. Mind you the early afternoon times are when I meet the trannies I bang.

Not being real picky about who I fuck around with

Arse

As some others have said, guys come to the playroom for my big cock, but they come back for my dirty mind.

While I'm not ashamed of my sexual equipment at all, I think my filthy mind is probably the best sexual attribute. Without that, the rest wouldn't get nearly as much action.

Part 5. When we left the beach, I walked with Douglas behind Max and John. We kept a little distance from them so they couldn't hear what we were discussing. Douglas said that he doubts that I didn't really see Karen on the beach, even though I said so. He said he suspected I had been naughty and that was why I had stayed. I agreed that Douglas is right about that. He demanded that I tell him how the sperm got into my hair. I revealed that I had gone into the bush behind the beach. "I guessed. You cheating slut," said Douglas. "I promise to keep your secret. But you must tell everything," continued Douglas. I told Douglas that there were three men jerking off in the bush and told me that I joined their circle. I told how I knelt down to suck men's cocks and how I offered men my ass. I also confess how the younger men refused because we didn't have rubbers. But how an older man fucked and cummed in my ass. I saw how my experience made the advantage of Douglas shorts bulge. "You really are a cheating slut. I wouldn't have guessed you'd let men fuck you raw and empty their balls inside you. Is it that Max doesn't know any of this," Douglas continued. "It is," I admitted to Douglas. "As I promised, you can be sure I won't tell Douglas about this, or even John. This is really hot for me. I wouldn't think of cheating on John myself, but just the thought of you offering your unprotected ass to men you don't know makes me horny," said Douglas. "But since I'm not telling anyone, you owe me a favor, or quite a few, actually," Douglas stated. "First, from now on, you must tell me all of your naughty adventures. Second, you must obey without question when I give you tasks. Is that agreed," continued Douglas. "Or if this doesn't work out for you, then I'll tell both Max and John your secret. What do you think they'll think of the cheating slut," Douglas continued without me interrupting. "First, I want you to send me a picture of your fucked sperm hole. I want to see how you push the sperm out of your hole. And remember, your face must be visible in the picture, too," demanded Douglas. When I got home I did as Douglas had told me. Sending the picture made me really nervous, but it also made me horny. I hadn't realized before that submission turned me on. I found it arousing that Douglas dictated what I had to do behind my husband Max's back. "This is right! Good! We'll get back to it the next time the cheating little ass has been fed!", reminded Douglas.

Saw a lot of action this past week while cruising and thought I’d share some of the loads I blew 😈. Been driving up to visit some family recently, and in the area there’s a decent sized park that’s usually always got someone looking to get off. Day or night, if you go deep enough into the trails (don’t even always have to go that deep) you can end up having a pretty good time. The first load was last Sunday, I dropped by in the afternoon and it was a little dead. I did some walking further in and found a guy who led me over to an area with some large storm drains. He started sucking me off in the storm drain, and we eventually got to some fucking. Been getting more comfortable with fucking raw lately, and I topped his ass, just using spit as lube. I asked if he wanted my load inside him, but he said no, and I just barely managed to pull out before cumming. Kind of wish I had got to seed him, but it’s fine. Two days later I returned to the same park, because I was back up in the area for the night. Found a twink who gave me a blowjob along the trail, but I really wanted to fuck some more ass, so I held off. He gave up on blowing me, so I kept looking around and found two men starting to play. They invited me over and we started rubbing our cocks, and touching each other. There was a sexy daddy, with a nice thick cock who wanted to fuck my hole. He was like an animal saying he was gonna seed my ass, but I hadn’t prepared to bottom so I tried to get the other guy with us to bottom instead. The third guy ended up getting fucked by the daddy, while I fucked his mouth, but eventually he gave up on bottoming too. The daddy then went again for my ass, and I let him in a little bit (just the head) but ended up blowing my load because I was so turned on. Left the park that night without any real fucking, but would love to run into that daddy again and get a good fucking. Didn’t really get anymore playtime til Friday. There’s a parking garage in my home area that’s pretty cruisy, so I headed over there but it ended up pretty dead. Still there was a guy on sniffies who messaged me and I ended up driving to a park in a neighborhood nearby. We ended up bating inside of his car, and I was really just trying to get his cock inside me for a little bit. I let him tease at my hole, until he eventually ended up popping the head inside. We didn’t get to full fucking because once again I was prepped to bottom, but I could tell he really just wanted to go to town on my ass. He ended up blowing his load on my face and I drove home with his cum in my mustache. My best night of cruising was this past Saturday. I was going out with a friend for a party, but was a bit early to meet up with them so I decided to try and blow my load. Wasn’t really looking to fuck, just jack off mainly but I headed to the same park from Sunday/Tuesday. Immediately on the trail I found a cute muscle bottom who invited me further down the trail. The park was pitch dark so the further we went in, we could barely be seen. He sucked my dick for a bit, but we got down to business pretty quickly and I ended up fucking his ass raw. I could have topped him forever, I was so horny, but I did have a limited amount of time. His ass was so wet and I asked if any other men had cum inside him. He said he had one other load in his ass already, and that really turned me on even more. I smacked his ass, called him a slut, and kept fucking his ass til I added my seed to the mix. Definitely one of the hottest loads I’ve blown in a minute, and really hoping to catch him again at the park sometime in the future. Been getting more comfortable fucking raw (most of the time topping), but this week has probably been my busiest. As I’m typing this I want to go out and get some more cock and hole. Love letting my inner pig out 🐷.

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It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

I miss slutting it up like this in the old days before they sanitized the Glorious Health Club. Even in the early 2000s, I could play with AIDS tops like this.

Great way to spend birthday! Making clouds, booty bump and both hole being filled! I hope the birthday boy is eventually slammed and fisted😈🦯

I too went on Sunday as a Mare and it was an amazing time. Like you , I was fucked by 15 or more guys. I left with 6 or 7 loads in my hole. ( I stayed til the end) . Being hooded and hearing the sounds of sex all around me was so fuckin hot!

I got my last load literally about 5 minutes ago from a guy who messaged me for the first time, saying he was going to be driving past my road in about an hour if I wanted a visitor. He turned up exactly on time, got naked in the bedroom and invited me to suck his massive cock, which I was pleased to do. He got even harder as I sucked and licked his dick and balls while he fingered my hole, checking out whether he'd fit. He turned me around on the bed and I felt the huge head of his cock pushing slowly past the sphincter muscles. The inside of my hole began to tingle as he thrust in and out. It felt amazing! Eventually, he announced he was about to cum and I felt his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls as deep inside me as he could get! It was a massive load, although I'm hanging onto it for as long as possible - which may not be very long as my hole is gaping wide!

My ex used to do pretty much the same thing with me. He would let me go to the backroom or beats to take loads, then he would felch like hell, question me about who fucked me, and then fuck a wad into me. He also loved watching me take loads and would encourage the tops to fuck hard and load me up deep. He never cleaned my tops' cocks, that was always my job to clean their cock and balls.

Don’t let it boost your ego too much, but I am another member of your fan club who has jerked off looking to pictures of your ass!

I agree with most everyone who's replied. It depends on who's saying it and their intent, but I think for most of us reading this, whether we claim to be one ourselves or just observe others from a distance, a slut is someone who embodies a certain mindset. To me it's a positive word. Sluts love to have sex, usually with many partners. They're sex-positive and aren't afraid to admit it to themselves or the people they have sex with. They may not admit it to their families, coworkers, or the people they go to school with, but when they're in a sex club, bathhouse, a sex party, or with their trick du jour, they aren't embarrassed about where they're at or what they're doing. If they have a regular partner, chances are that partner ether goes with them for sex, or at least considers theirs an open relationship. To me, that's a slut, and I respect and admire them. The haters who use the word negatively are usually repressed people who don't get enough sex themselves. Haters gonna hate.

Hi guys, I'm 71 years old and have been enjoying gay sex since I was 25. I began as a bottom for the first 2 years or so, then topped a hot bottom and although I bottomed some for a few years after that I finally decided I liked topping more than anything. There have been several women in my life along the way but my favorite is gay sex. I find this forum hot and have lurked here for several years. I look forward to interacting now that I have registered.

I think one of the reasons that bathhouses are closing, is because of all of the hook up apps. And, because possibly the right wing backlash they cause.

I take weekend road trips to meetup with guys I've met on various sites. Can usually find a btm, sometimes get lucky and find a top or bud to swap with. Some times I hookup with these guys again if they visit or I am back in the area. In a couple places out of state I have a reg btm or top. Always good to meetup again and fuck.

Chapter 6 EV I’m starting to come back to myself. I know I’m high as fuck, and this isn’t just some molly like I’ve done in the past. I don’t know what that guy…these men…has given me but I’m barely aware of what’s going on. My ass hurts; it’s feeling needy…like a cat in heat. I’m plugged with something huge. It’s not comfortable, but when I rock my hips and my hole clinches around it, pain and pleasure shoot up my spine, and I’m not sure which one is stronger. It’s both the worst thing ever and the hottest thing ever. I let a out little groan with my next clinch around the plug, and I hear chuckles from somewhere. I try to move and look over and it only jostles the plug more and I whimper and moan more. “Well, gentlemen, looks like someone’s starting to come back to themselves.” I hear more laughs. I want to say something but my throat hurts, badly. I vaguely remember having someone’s cock (or is it cocks) in my mouth, and not gently. I’m trying to piece together the events of the last few hours…or is it a nights. I don’t know. “Hey darlin, I got you.” The bed or mattress I’m on sinks a bit on my left and I move toward the voice. A hand comes to rest on my face and I lean into it. “Shhhh. You’re safe. Can you open your pretty eyes and look at me?” I moan as I’m drawn up against a hard chest. I struggle to open my eyes, and when I get them open and somewhat focused, I see the handsome man I met in the bar….what’s his name…Brian? Bran?....no, Ben! So Ben did this to me….but I feel so good and so worn out. “There you are beautiful, starting to float down from the sky we had you in.” I feel the bed shake again and move and I close my eyes. Too much struggle to keep them open. “Now ain’t that a pretty sight, gents.” It’s another voice from somewhere else. “So subby and clinging to Ben. They’ll come to do that with all of us, eventually.” I must have a look of confusion on my face because Ben, I’m sure it’s him, cradles me against him and humms. A deeper, gruffer voice from somewhere just off my side pipes up “So, is this it now? This cunt goes clingy and we all just sap the fuck up?” “Fuck you, Horse! Claims don’t happen immediately and sure as shit not from as little as what we’ve done.” I don’t know this voice but it’s close…right almost….I jerk in Ben’s arms as more calloused hands start to rub me. I can’t make out all the noises around me, but my head is guided away from Ben’s shoulder and I feel rough lips against mine, demanding a kiss. I give in, and feel smoke enter my lungs. In my ear, Ben says “just inhale it, baby….let Axel make you feel good.” Axel’s kiss go on and on, it seems. He pulls back and let loose the breath he filled my lungs with. The bed moves again, and more lips come to mine, but different. “Such a good Hole for us, baby…..take Bull’s breathe, too. All of it will make you feel so good again.” That kiss ends, and there’s another….then another. I’m honestly not sure how many kisses like that I get from ever how many of these men there are. I’m floating again. I catch myself groaning and whimpering in Ben’s arms. He cradles me like I’m something special, and I hear “just let go and soar, baby. Your our Hole now.” BULL This kid is so fucking high, and so fucking beautiful, too. They’re limp against Ben’s body and just swiveling their hips from time to time, feeling that plug in their cunt. I reach over and tap it a few times and get a hearty groan for it. I fucking love it. “Ben, position him against your chest and throw his legs over yours.” Ben does as I ask and our Hole’s head just falls back against his shoulder. I’m in awe of this beautiful thing spread out before us and knowing it’s ours to do with as we please. My mind races with ideas and depraved ideas. I’m sure the grin that crosses my face isn’t a nice one. “Needles….I want a spreader and 4 cuffs, a massager, your sounding set…and the poppers, yeah.” We position our Hole flat on the mattress. I ask Horse and Needles to stay with me and tell Axel and Ben to enjoy the show. Needles comes back with what I’ve asked for and I start to work: cuff the ankles and attach them to the spreader, spread WIIIIIDE; cuff his wrists together and up over his head. I give the massage gun to Needles and notice as he catches onto my plan with that. I know I have tastes that maybe not all my other guys have, but I think Horse is enough of a mean and dirty fucker to be into this. I pull him off to the side some. “So…I want you to strip out your jeans and straddle our toy’s face and make him eat your ass. And hold the spreader up so his ass is open for Needles.” “Um, Bull, probably not a good idea….you know I haven’t been home to shower in a coupla days.” “Yeah I know that” I grin at him. “That’s exactly why it’s gonna happen. Look, this is new to you, I get it, but when this Hole moves to the clubhouse….let’s just say it’s gonna be easier to start the training now than later, if’n ya follow.” Horse’s brows pops up and he shakes his head side to side, “This just gets more twisted by the minute.” “Oh, and you’ll have the poppers with you….give him a good 4 or 5 deep inhales of that before you straddle his face. Pull his arms up and pin them between between your legs and then you’ll just be able to sit back and enjoy.” We step back over and Needles has the sounding set all ready to go. Everyone gets into positions and Horse starts feeding our Hole the poppers. Needles turns on the massage gun and puts it up against the plug and I watch our toy buck under the sensations, even as the poppers relax them even further. I pick up this soft tina-dicked little cock and squirt some lube into the tip and let it start to slide inside. Horse throws his leg over Ev’s face and sits back, completely smothering him with, what I’m absolutely sure, is probably a very ripe and rank hole. Our Hole starts bucking against everything. They aren’t at all happy with what’s his on face or with what’s going on in his cunt. They’re protesting more than I expected. Maybe Horse was even dirtier than I thought. “Fuckin lick it, you cunt!” Horse is growling and holding the spreader bar up with one hand and pinching the hell out of their nipple. “Clean my fucking nasty hole, bitch. You know you like it and deserve it”. He dismounted their face, held the poppers over it a few more times and slapped them hard and spit in their face. Leaning down he whispered in their ear where only I could hear, “you’ll lick my nasty hole clean and eventually you’ll be trained to love it. If you don’t I’ll beat the training into you and you’ll have to do it anyways.” With that, Horse straddled our Hole’s face and grinded back down on him. I’m guessing Ev was scared into it or was too out of it to protest because they just let it happen and Horse grinned as I’m sure that sweet tongue was licking him up. Needles turned the massage gun even higher, and I grabbed a twisted metal rod and started to let it slip down this little cock I held.

White daddy barebacking me from behind while he’s getting his point shoot up. I could feel his precum when he coughed out the rush. He went hard straight away holding my hip then fucked me brainless for hours.

I am sure I have more than this, but here goes #1 I was 21 in college had just got my cock sucked for the first time a couple weeks before. I always thought i was the suckee not the sucker. That was until I met him...Jamal. A 19 yo, bbc, stud, good looking, hung, 8 inches, cocky. I stood next to him at the urinal. I could tell he was pulling on his cock. I looked over and he caught me staring. /he stepped back from the urinal to give me a better look...a bold move. I did the same. I was instantly hard. He put his hand on my shoulder and with barely any direction. I sank to my knees and he fed me my first cock. when i was done. He slipped me his name and number told em to call him soon. Needless to say, I was hooked. I sucked another bbc to completion in a stall got his name and number then ran down to meet my girlfriend. I was back every day. #2 nameless and faceless but I was xmas shopping with my mom, we were heading to the car when nature called. We were walking right by a cruisy restroom in JC Penny. I told her to go on to the car. I'd only be a few minutes. I took the only open stall, sat down did my business (i really had to go), but i tapped my foot anyway thought i get some head. What i got was a huge 9inch monster sliding though a gloryhole. I swallowed as much as I could and sucked him off the best i could. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of gooey cum. Why is this cock so significant? I sucked one while my mom waited for me in the car. I thought i'd never do that //3 I took a few years off got married (fool). I thought I was straight. I got cruising around online and met Jesse, he was about 15 years older, 8inches hung, and we met to swap bj's. Well, until he showed me that huge cock of his. I was on my knees so fast. I came sucking him off. He told me that anytime his car was in the dirvie I could stop by...I ddi12 out of the next 14 days. By day 14 he was barebacking my virgin married ass. I never looked back and how I am not pozzed is beyond me Joey

I’m sure my mother knew. She caught me drinking piss from the tap when I was 10. She walked into the room saw what was happening shut the door and left. And she’d make comments about my clothes being wet and how the smelled during my HS years

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!

Twelve hours, from around 10 in the morning until after 10 that night. An intense encounter that included some firsts for me, it was the only time I ever played with this guy. Physically and mentally a deep dive into sexual tension, fetishes, and control.

Yeah fucker. That's my favorite sex act. There's nothing more delicious than cum and ass juice.

I aint a regular felcher, but I have been known to do it, especially if the guy I just breed wants to unload in my ass

My late husband and I met another couple, and we used to play with the younger piggy one. The 4th guy liked to watch, but usually said, "You boys have go fun," and that was it. I ran into the pig unexpectedly at an event a couple years later, and while my man was away doing his volunteer stuff, I was getting pounded by the pig's fat 9-incher. My guy was sorry he missed out on a good time. Seeing this in print, I wonder if this counts?

Just fucking rape this nasty faggot cunt

Not pulling is the whole point of breeding and seeding. I want every last drop of a guy's seed deep inside me. I want our DNAs to mix. And the cum stays there!

I go to a local bathhouse. Mostly bottom. I`m not on prep. Neg as of last test. I would never ask a guy to pull out to cum. To me that is the whole point of fucking. Getting the cum as deep in my ass as the top can get it. I don`t ask about status either.

“All right folks, settle down please,” my request might have been ignored by the class were it not balanced by my deep, booming baritone. It was always a challenge trying to keep the kids thinking of me as a trusted approachable confidante while continuing to command their respect as an authority figure. Luckily I had an advantage in the commanding department, standing at least a head above most of them at my full 6’6’’ height, and weighing double what they did with 230 pounds of solid muscle, due to my addiction to the weight room and my years of athletics, first as a student wrestler, then as coach of the high school team. I knew from personal experience that the coaches and trainers who got the best results were the ones who could still do everything they asked their team to do. There was also the possibility that I kept myself ripped and rock hard so I could keep up with the young firm fuckers who I met on the weekends at the gay clubs in the city an hour away, but we’ll get to that later. Not surprisingly, the lunchroom full of teens responded exactly as I expected, transforming from a swarm of squealing, socializing, self-obsessed psychos into seated, silent, smiling students. “For those of you who are new to the school or have selective summer amnesia from too much sun and daytime tv,” my joke got a few laughs and some eye rolls, just as it did every year. “this is senior seminar and I am your wise and wonderful leader, Coach Adams. Over the next few months, we’ll be meeting here every morning with one goal in mind. Any idea what that goal is…Ben Stone?” Ben was co-captain of my wrestling squad, easily one of the most popular kids in the school, and the consummate player. He’d gotten under the blouses and into the panties of most of the girls in the room and probably a couple dozen junior and sophomores. He was also known to cut class, make only enough effort to maintain his athletic eligibility and convince his adoring fans to do his papers for him. Usually I had no reason to call him out on his shit since he was one of the most enthusiastic athletes I knew, but I didn’t fuck around when it came to this class. Thus he was so caught up in texting under the small fold out desktop connected to his chair in the second row of the lecture hall that he hadn’t noticed me coming closer until I was right next to him, collecting his phone and clasping my hand on his shoulder. His slouched posture, splayed legs and half-lidded eyes suddenly morphed in front of the entire class until he was the definition of attentive. Still it was too late to figure out what I’d asked him, so he just stammered and looked more and more freaked until I was sure the rest of the class saw how serious I was. “The one goal of this class: for each and every senior graduates with good grades, good test scores and goes on to a great university.” After a decade of running this course, I knew I could deliver everything I just explained, and more. Since senior seminar was instituted at Regent Academy, the dropout rate was practically nonexistent, the collective GPA of the graduating classes was a 3.8, 97% of grads went on to receive degrees from four year universities, and many of them earned scholarships and entry into the Ivy League. What began as a class designed to catch the kids who were slipping through the cracks, had grown into a required course for every senior at Regent. The program was so successful other schools were paying top dollar for us to set up similar seminars, while national education programs were writing articles and essay about it in journals and textbooks. So, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d have no trouble doing it again for these kids. When the bell sounded for passing period, the 70 kids lined up and headed out with my signature verifying that they’d each signed up for a weekly session with our college counselor, 4 or more test prep sessions with teachers from various departments at the school, and 2 or more extra-curricular activities that they could put on their college résumés. As each kid passed, I shook his or her hand and offered congratulations on taking the first step towards a college degree. 70 hands later, I waved to the last girl out the door and turned back to my desk, not expecting to see a tall handsome young man still standing by the extra-curricular sign up forms at my desk. He must have been new, because I made it my business to know every senior by the first day of seminar, and there was no way I’d somehow missed a cute piece of meat like him. “I don’t know if they had bells at which ever school you used to go to,” I said, walking over and stacking the many papers on my desk. “but at this school it means it is time to haul ass to your next class. You can come back and get your form signed by me after school, just hurry off before you end up being late on your first day. Not the best way to make a first impression.” “You’re right about that sir,” the boy said, smiling at me, causing my cock to twitch beneath my khakis. It was a good thing I wore my tightest jock today. “I do owe you an apology for being late this morning.” “Since I didn’t even notice you coming in late, we’ll call it even. Now hurry up or you’ll be apologizing to your next teacher too.” Walking to the door and opening it, I was stunned to look back and see him chuckling while taking his messenger bag off and dropping it onto the chair opposite mine. Cute or not, this kid needed a reality check if he thought I was joking, especially when I’d spent the past hour lecturing on the responsibility he’d be taking on in my class. “Maybe I’m not being clear enough. Either you get out of my class and into your next one or I’ll have you sent straight back to where ever you learned that it is okay to ignore your teachers.” “Actually, I’m the one who wasn’t clear,” the boy responded, obviously trying not to laugh, which made my temper flair and my Dick stiffen. “I’m not apologizing for being late to class.” “Watch it Kid!” My voice got louder and deeper and I felt my face getting red as I crossed to him and prepared to drag him out of the room, if necessary. “I’m apologizing for being late to work,” his words stopped me dead, just as my hand reached out to grab his firm, muscular arm. “I’m not a student Coach Adams. I’m Andrew Macintosh, your intern for the year.” After we had a good laugh about my mistaking him for a student, Andrew and I sat down so we could get to know one another. Currently in his first year of a master in education program at CSU, Andrew was new to the area and excited to get started as my intern. Maybe I was used to seeing teachers go back to school for their masters or maybe it was the fact he’d graduated college at 19, but either way I couldn’t get over how young he looked, and I wondered how the kids would ever take him seriously if he was only 2 years older than they were. That’s why when He tried to convince me to refer to him as Andy, I insisted he go by Mr. Macintosh in front of the students. We ended up compromising and agreeing I’d call him Mr. Mac. As for me, it had been so long since I’d gone by anything other than Coach that I told him I’d probably ignore anyone who called me by my real name. “Coach it is then.” There was that smile again. Even in my smallest jockstrap I could feel my Dick throbbing and leaking against my leg. Thank God he couldn’t see under the desk. “So coach, what’s next on the agenda? What classes will I be helping you with this year?” “Well that’s a good question, cause you just sat through one of the two classes I teach all day,” Mac’s surprise was clear on his face, so I decided I’d better explain. ……………… When I first started at Regent, all I knew how to do was wrestle and coach wrestling. Since you can’t major in heavyweight wrestling positions, I’d floated through college from major to major until my senior year when I looked at what credits I had and realized the only major that offered me any chance of completing the requirements before I aged out of my athletic scholarship was English. After medaling at a couple wrestling tournaments and making the Olympic team as an alternate, I had big dreams of opening a gym where I’d coach young guys who wanted to be competitive wrestlers. Even with a degree and my credentials, no bank was going to loan me the money to start a gym, so I started looking for work that would allow me to save enough on my own. I tried personal training, private security, even modeling for a while, but everything I tried that was steady didn’t paid well enough to let me support myself and save for my gym, and I couldn’t rely on booking the jobs that paid bank. That was when a customer at the gym where I trained recognized me from my college wrestling days. Turns out I’d kicked his ass at every match, and he’d kept an eye on my career from my exhibition matches to my Olympic try, but lost track of me ever since. After he discovered I was working odd jobs, he asked me to go for a drink and discuss my dream of opening a gym. We drank until my tongue got loose and I admitted to doing to modeling for some men’s underwear catalogues, which he asked if he could see. Back at my apartment I reluctantly pulled out the proofs of the catalogue and pretty soon we were joking about how little I had to cover my big uncut Dick. Before I could say no, he said he wanted to wrestle me again and told me to strip down. This guy might have been in my weight class in school, but as he pulled off the oxford shirt and crisp grey wool slacks he’d worn that day to his investment firm, it was obvious he’d kept in shape, but no longer had the musculature he’d need to take me on. Still, I was drunk and in the closet and he was hot as hell, so we stripped to our jocks and I got out a mat I used for working out. Just as I thought, I had him pinned in seconds every time. When the fifth ‘match’ began, he almost got me in a choke hold because I’d lost focus due to his jock-clad cock pressing against my butt. Instinct kicked in and I accidentally went 100% for a second, flipping him over me in the air and wrapping my legs around his head. Realizing I was choking out the first and only potential investor in my gym, I loosened my legs and started to pull away, but stopped when he grabbed my thighs, leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard Dick through the flimsy white Bike jock. Moaning, I spread my legs and let him wriggle free so he could uncover my cock and suck it for real. In minutes, I was balls deep inside him, breeding his ass on the floor, and listening to him admit that he’d fantasized about me since the first time he saw me in my singlet. When he left that night around midnight, with three loads up inside his hole, he set up a time for us to meet at his office the next day. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and was greeted by pictures of him with his wife and young son. All business, he explained to me that the only way a bank would ever give me the loan was if I got a steady job and held it down for a few years. Crushed, I let him suck me off on his plush leather sofa, and left with no clue what I could do to convince a bank I was trust worthy. A week passed before I was approached at the gym by another man who explained that my investment banker friend was also a friend of his and he had some possible work for me. Unsuspecting and figuring there was no way a married man would share what had happened between the two of us, I met this guy at his house so he could look at my résumé and as it turned out, he was a recruiter for some major business firms. When he mentioned that our mutual friend had told him I’d spent some time modeling for underwear catalogues, he told me he had to see them to be sure nothing I’d photographed would come back to disqualify me from a position at one of the firms. This led quickly to asking me for a live show and soon I was sliding my Dick in his was while he bent over his kitchen table and begged for me to breed him. When I went to leave that night he apologized for wasting my time and told me I didn’t have enough experience to work for any of the companies he recruited for. Crushed again, I almost ran into a young guy as he let himself into the house. Looking panicked, the man thanked me for the training session and insisted he’d see me for another one sometime when his son wasn’t just coming home from wrestling practice. Scarred and shocked that he would have me fuck him with his son possibly catching us at any moment, I stammered some hello and good bye and ran out as fast as I could. A few days later at the gym, I saw the teen pointing me out to someone and the two of them heading my way. Frozen with fear, I prepared for the guy to arrest me for god-knows-what, even though I’d done nothing illegal. Instead I was pleasantly surprised when the teen introduced himself again and explained that the man with him was the athletic director from his school. When his son almost caught the two of us, his dad had quickly made up the fact I was his trainer, but he must have had to explain more because his son told me that his Dad explained that I had been a nationally ranked wrestler and when he told the athletic director at his school, the man insisted on meeting me. Turns out the wrestling team was currently coached by an over-zealous father who’d been all state in wrestling years earlier. This made him an expert, even though the team had zero wins all season and some of the kids were transferring to different private academies in order to be on a team where they might win. After I verified my history and accolades, the athletic director invited me to come to a practice the next day and see if I might be willing to coach the kids. It probably took me 5 minutes before the inept techniques and out of date practices of the volunteer coach forced me to laugh. 5 minutes more and I was yelling out corrections for his stupid directions. 2 more minutes and I had half the team watching as I demonstrated the proper hold positions. Turning beet red, the father got in my face and started yelling profanities telling me he would kick my ass for this. Instead I offered to wrestle him to see which one of us was more suited to coach the team. Looking at the athletic director to get some support, the dad got even angrier when the man threw up his hands and told us to go for it. Stripping off his shirt and sucking in his gut, he did some stretches and began trash talking me. He was promising a world of hurt and a hospital stay, until I stripped off my own shirt and shorts, revealing my Olympic singlet. He got very pale as we got into the first position, and I think he whimpered when the bell sounded. Fastest pin I’d ever made. I asked him if he wanted a rematch, and he just shook his head and left. That same night, the AD of the school explained that the only way he could hire me as a paid coach was if I could work in some way on the academic side too. For the third time in the past few weeks, I felt empty, knowing there was practically nothing I could offer. But before I could leave, the man asked me what my degree was in. When I said English, he smiled and said I could teach remedial English as a visiting lecturer, and in the mean time, the school would pay for me to take the necessary classes to complete my teaching certificate. 2 years later I celebrated my 25th birthday by receiving my teaching certificate in front of my all-state wrestling champion team.

the earlier you start, the better you get at it

I won't say exactly but... it's under 12. I started years younger than that and i had a lot of fun.

Somehow the fight started early in the morning. By 7 Trent was out of the house and driving vaguely downtown while calling hotels. The nice places seemed booked up and he turned into a crappy motel right off the highway. Whatever. He got a room for a couple of nights and went in. Yeah, it sucked in every way but the bed was fairly comfy. Whatever. He and Heidi had been fighting nonstop recently. But that morning had been another level. Whatever. He decided to relax. He got out his iPad and screwed around, finally going to a porn tube site. As he got more turned on he moved from teens to transwomen and finally to gay porn. He already knew he loved the 80s stuff. Without fully thinking, Trent took cock pics and then used the bathroom mirror to get his hole. He googled and then signed up for some hookup sites. "Tight bottom looking for sex this morning. Bring lube." He got a decent response and invited the first 3 guys who responded. A couple of generic 40s white guys and a late 20s hispanic dude. He figured at best one of them would show up. Instead 2 made it to the door at the same time and the third was there within another 5 minutes. Lol. They all brought lube. **** Trent was shy. He'd had gay sex one other time. An embarrassing incident during his honeymoon with Heidi in Las Vegas. She'd gone to bed long ago, he got picked up and went back to a guy's room to have a drink. Matt. Matt got aggressive as soon as they were back to his room. Trent was mostly blacked out but could remember begging for it. And getting it. Trent staggered back to the honeymoon suite around 3. He secretly took an hiv test a few months later and pumped his fist at the negative result. **** The guys in his room at the Red Roof Inn egged each other on. Trent was constantly sucking cock. They were tough on him and slid fingers in him. "You do have a tight ass," said one of his new friends as he positioned himself behind Trent. He squirted a bunch of lube on his cock and slid into his asshole. All the way. Trent got fucked hard and relentlessly for about 2 minutes. "Oh fuck yeah bitch. Take my load." He stayed inside as he finished ejaculating. After he pulled out the men in his mouth came around behind him and slid all the way inside. It was embarrassing to admit but he loved being fucked by a stranger. The second guy started talking dirty as the got close. "You're a faggot now you know that right?" He pumped hard and then slid all the way inside Trent. "Where do you want me to cum?" He asked. I only groaned. "Tell me where to cum." I still didn't respond. He fucked me faster and demanded, "tell me to cum in you." I did as I was told. I said I was a cumslut who would take any load in my tight ass. That satisfied him and he emptied his balls while thrusting in me. Fuck. I was overwhelmed. I asked the others for a minute and took a hot shower.

My buddy who got me started when I was 8 was a year older and admitted that he had been playing with his uncle, cousin. I found out later that he would play with his dad on deer hunting trips as they slept together. He had a younger brother that his dad picked up as he got older. I know one thing, he sure knew how to fuck and would rock his ass into my cock when I would fuck him. He was a uninhibited wild fucker from early on. Later on when we got a chance to play, he would cum as I fucked him without touching his cock he loved it so much. I eventually got to play with his dad one night after a few beers. Though I was 19 at the time. It was fun and kind of strange that playing with his dad was familiar. The had the same body motions and rhythms when fucking. It told me that night that he knew me and his son had been playing for years. I eventually had three buddies who played growing up. Two were first cousins that were my my age and a year younger. We would all fuck each other (everybody had to be verse) and fill each other up with cum to keep from messing up the sheets. To be continued. I had a very sexually active youth with so many people that it is sometimes hard for me to even imagine how I managed to pull it off. Basically, I was looking for a chance to get naked and fuck with anybody that had a dick. Age didn't matter.

Part 3 - The College Jock Ethan unlocked the cubicle door and went back to the locker room to find it empty, opening the door to his locker to retrieve his clothes he found a note with a phone number which read 'When you want more and you will, call me as I now own you'. Ethan read and re-read the note before coming to the conclusion that the author thought way to much of himself, but he realised his cock was rock hard. Unconsciously he folded the note and put in the pocket of his shorts and finished changing. The warmth and brightness of the sun shocked him as he left the bathhouse, Ethan looked at his phone and was amazed to find it was already nearly 5pm. The walk back to the train station was strange to say the least, he wondered if he was walking funny and did the people walking past notice this. The one thing the train didn't have was soft seats which is what he could have really done with right now. He found it hard for the first 5 minutes adjusting his seating position, every time the train jerked pain shot through his ass, thankfully the journey was over quickly and he headed through Harrison down the leafy road to home. Halfway home he felt a weird feeling as his underwear was sticking to his ass, he tried to adjust without being noticed, panic struck thinking that he might be bleeding and would bleed out if he didn't get home in time. The house was quiet as he stepped through and he rushed up to his bedroom and bathroom, stripping as he did so. He noticed a damp patch on his shorts and pulled down his underwear he saw a patch of pink slime congregated in them, partly relieved that he was not bleeding he got to cleaning himself up. He ran some hot water and rinsed his underwear to get rid of the signs, as he did so he felt another strange sensation as a trickle ran down the inside of his thigh. He grabbed some toilet tissue and saw more of the pink slime escaping from his ass. He cleaned himself up as best he could and went back to the bedroom picking up the shorts from the floor, he suddenly remembered the note an debated weather to destroy it, pausing he read it once more and saw the face and body of the young man. Ethan suddenly noticed that he had grabbed his cock and felt he was rock hard again. He stood looking at the note and decided to add the number in his contacts, he tore the note up satisfied that if he wanted to contact him he could or he could wipe the number forever, but now was not the time to make that decision. Tired and aching he pulled the duvet cover back and snuggled down in bed to sleep for a few hours, in no time at all he was deep asleep thinking about the encounter with the Latin guy. After several hours he woke startled as he felt a wet patch he was laying on, jumping out of bed he looked at the sheet to see another pool of the pink slimly seed, a faint odour hit his nose and could only deduce this is what a fucked ass must smell like. It was all very new to him and almost unsure if it was normal, he quickly removed the sheet and took it to the laundry room to wash it with his underwear and shorts. Returning to the bedroom he headed to the shower and cleaned the mess around his ass and legs, he dried himself off and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt pretty normal considering he was no longer a virgin, but was he expecting to feel different after all the only sign was the mess and his sore ass. For the first time he chuckled to himself and picked his phone up typing a message to the mysterious number it was short and to the point 'Your cum is still leaking out of my ass.', he hit the send button and looked at the screen in contemplation. He was about to put the phone back when it pinged almost making him jump, quickly he looked and saw the reply 'Good, will take a while as you got a lot. Let me know when you want it again.', he put the phone down and laid a clean sheet on the bed, he grabbed the towel he just used to dry himself with and laid it over the clean sheet as he settled back down to sleep. Ethan slept right through until 8am when he heard the cleaner moving around downstairs, his ass was still throbbing but less so as he got out of bed and inspected the towel. Sure enough there was a large dry patch that was almost rusty in colour, he dressed and took the towel down to the laundry room chatting briefly with the cleaner. The rest of the day went by without any more incidents and he spent the afternoon out and about Harrison with his college friends before the family returned from the Hamptons. The virus already established itself in it's new host and was beginning to divide and conquer, slowly but surely Angelo was more a part of Ethan he could ever have comprehended. Ethan was sure he had dodged the bullet this time but the one thing he hadn't researched was what to do if you had unprotected sex with a hiv positive man. By the middle of the week he had missed any chance to take PREP and unknown to him he had let the virus infiltrate every part of his body, day by day it was changing his whole life. On Thursday Ethan had the sniffles and thought he was coming down with a cold, his body had began the fight back against the invading virus, battle lines were drawn and war was fought but to no avail. Thankfully Friday came around again and he had the afternoon off college so was looking forward to a longish weekend. The forecast was for sunny and warm weather but that morning he felt the cold had cleared and was looking forward to morning lessons,. He knew that half day at college meant extra assignment work to be done and handed in on Monday, this mean if he didn't get it done this afternoon the rest of the weekend would be manic. He picked his bag up and about to head out of the door to college. "Ethan," his mother called out to him. He stopped with this hand holding the door handle "Yes" he shouted back. His mother appeared "There you are, we are heading to the Hamptons later for the weekend." Ethan sighed "I would love to go but I am going to get a ton of work from college as it's half day." Nodding her head "Okay, but if you need anything let the cleaner know she will be on Sunday." "Sure, will do and you're only a phone call away if I need you," he said smiling at her. She said goodbye as Ethan walked up the driveway on his 30 minute walk to the college. Ethan arrived and found himself a quiet table in the recreation room before lessons and was reading through some of the work for the morning. Tony and his friend Leo wandered in and took the table next to Ethan. Leo smirked at Tony nodding in Ethan's direction, Tony definitely had a big crush on Ethan but his boyfriend Adam had told him not do anything silly in case it backfired. Tony and Leo sat chatting waiting for Adam to arrive, they both spent the 10 minutes taking sneaky glances at Ethan whose head was in his book until Adam arrived. One thing Ethan could not help was having a look at Adam whenever he entered the room, after all Ethan had thought about Adam and himself making love over and over, his train of thoughts was cut off by Tony talking. "Hey Adam, thought you was going to be late as your cutting it fine" Tony asked. Adam shook his head seeing they were sitting next to Ethan "Plenty of time" he replied sitting down. Tony leaned over "How was last night?" Adam smile "Good, had a great night last night, Bradley did good as usual" laughing at trying to be discreet. Tony laughed "Man you are so lucky" he replied. Adam leaned forward in a hushed voice "He wants you next time as well" he said to Tony. "Seriously, oh yeah I'm up for that," Tony replied. "He told me he is going to and get a cute young guy if he shows up again," Adam commented. Tony scoffed "That's if you know who doesn't get there first." "From what he said that has already happened" Adam replied. Tony leaned in "Did he tell you anymore about who it was?" Adam shook his head "You know Bradley ever the soul of discretion." Ethan strained to hear what conversation was going on. the name Bradley didn't ring any bells, only the bell sounding classes to start in 5 minutes stopped them in their tracks. Ethan watched Adam out the corner of his eye, he stood just slightly taller than Ethan, but was a powerhouse in comparison, he played a lot of sport and had a well defined muscular build. His dark cropped hair suited him and was always surrounded by other guys, he was indeed the all American college jock. Ethan first had his suspicion about Adam due to the lack of girls that flocked around him, and his friends revelation last week confirmed what he thought. The recreation room was emptying and Ethan stood up. "Hey Ethan mind if I walk with you to class?" Adam asked standing up. Ethan looked around as if trying to fathom if Adam was talking to him "Oh, sure I guess so". "Oh happy birthday for last weekend. You turned 18, didn't you?" Adam asked as Tony glanced back at them. Ethan blushed a little "Yes and thank you." "I didn't get a party invite, though," Adam joked looking at Ethan. Ethan fumbled around Adam "Oh I err didn't have a party." "No party?" Adam stopped and looked at him. Ethan shook his head "Didn't want one, plus I was busy" he replied. "Can't wait for this morning to be over." he said to Ethan as they walked along the corridor. Ethan looked at him a little stunned that he was making conversation "Yes, been a long week." "You have plans for the weekend Ethan?" he asked him. Ethan shook his head "Nothing in particular just need to keep on top of my coursework". Adam laughed "You need to have more fun, mind if I sit with you?" he asked as they reached the lecture room. "Sure" was all that Ethan could manage. Adam sat down next to Ethan "Maybe we could hang out sometime?" "Oh, yeah that would be nice" Ethan replied. He felt uncomfortable all through the lecture as he was sure Adam was watching him, several times their legs touched each other and he was trying to work out if it was deliberate. At 10am they were recessed for 20 minutes and Adam insisted Ethan came and sat with him outside on the grass to get some air. They spent the time talking about their studies and Harrison in general, this morning had turned out to be a revelation as it was really the first time they engaged in a conversation beyond the odd hello and how are you. For Adam what started out as a joke to see who if anyone could get in to Ethan's underwear was turning more in to a friendship. The midday bell rang and Ethan walked out with Adam. "Are you rushing off anywhere Ethan" Adam asked. Ethan caught by surprise shook his head "Just home to get the assignment done." "Mind the company if I walk with you?" Adam was assessing Ethan. Ethan nodded but curiosity go the better of him "Why the sudden interest in me Adam?" Adam stopped walking "Oh, we hit the same classes but you never really speak to me." "Sorry I wasn't being funny, but I just thought you had your friends," Ethan replied. Adam laughed "Ah, you mean Tony and Leo?" Ethan nodded "Yes, you seem very close." "Well Leo is a friend and Tony is somewhat closer than a friend" Adam replied looking at Ethan who found himself looking deep into Adam's eyes "You, really?" Adam nodded "Yes, Ethan, me." Ethan thought back to class "So you were deliberately touching my leg with yours." Adam stumbled a moment as he had been found out "No, no, well maybe a little." Ethan walked on "Your quite funny and very brave". Adam caught up "I hope we can still be friends now you know". "If you want to then I am sure we can" Ethan replied. "Just one other thing, now you know about Tony and me please don't say a word" Adam looked seriously at him. Ethan chuckled "Our secret then." They reached Harrison town centre and Ethan said good bye to Adam and wished him good weekend as he headed off towards home. Adam couldn't help himself but stand and watch Ethan walking away until he was interrupted by a tapping on his shoulder. "Do you still think he is on the fence?" Tony asked surprising Adam. Adam turned to Tony "I really don't know he gave nothing away" he said looking back at Ethan. Tony watched "Did you tell me about us?" "Yes, strange but it felt okay telling him," Adam replied. Tony nudged Adam "Maybe you did sniff him out right. Are you parents home?" he asked. Adam laughed "No, come on back to mine I want to fuck your brains out." "About time" Tony replied as they turned and walked in the opposite direction. Ethan was glad to be home and he sat down to get his assignments done before the weekend and just as the clock struck 5pm he finished and closed his books. He wandered up to his bedroom to put his things away and started group texting with his friends to find out if anyone was going out, whilst waiting for a reply he stumbled across the message from last weekend to mystery man. Stupidly he typed a message 'Hi' followed by a smiley face and hit the send button, immediately he shook his head, what the fuck was I thinking he thought to himself. He had a worrying feeling before realising his cock was bursting in his pants to be set free. Angelo stepped out the shower walked over to pick his phone up and saw a message from 'Virgin', he chuckled to himself at the one word message. Typing he sent a response. Ethan was shocked that the reply came so quickly, he fumbled and opened the message to read it 'Meet me at the bathhouse in one hour', he contemplated but another message came along 'When you arrive tell Brad your name is Tiger'. Ethan never stopped to think as his cock and desire for sex again was driving and was already changing his clothes and out of the door within 10 minutes, he jogged to the train station and caught the first train heading to NYC via the Bronx. He was not afraid but he still worried about the young man and his poz status if the tattoo of the Angel on his back was anything to go by. Walking along the blocks he was literally dead on time with a few minutes to spare, he stood outside the building looking at the door, steadying himself he pressed by the buzzer and waited until the door opened. Behind the glass box stood Brad, but all Ethan could think about was being held in those strong arms by the sexiest guy he had seen in a long time.