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This week in the Dutch news it's been announced that thanks to PrEP infection rates have dropped by 95% per cent. 200 people are said to have caught the virus in 2010. In 2022 that rate is reported as being 9 people. As a result of this PrEP will be rolled out from August 2024 and available to all who want it, providing they can afford the 30 euro a month for it.

I fuck bare. I shoot deep inside. No pull outs ever. I turn down covered fucks and guys wanting bb but pull outs. I want you to take my seed and keep it inside as long as possible. The bottoms I fuck desire seed. They work for it and will get it from me. Sometimes more than one load! It’s so natural!

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.

How about y’all fuck me and then we vote on which feature is best?

There may be one more: the advent of the hook-up apps? Around here, there are guys getting run down almost weekly because they're staring at their (presumably Grinder) apps, paying not whit's worth of attention to what's around them. It must be similar to the much-decried "addiction" that teens across the bored (!) have to their telephones. Recently I had to buy a new telephone, and I still get every kind of ad, offer, "come-on", every day. I've deleted as many as I can find, but they still keep coming. And, who ever anointed some people as "influencers" anyway? I wish there were still those old, black Bakelite telephones on a stand in the corner - when it rang, you picked it up and hollered "hello". If you weren't home, too damn bad - whoever it was would just have to try again.

found it!

If you’ve read any of my previous posts you’ll know I have a much younger fuck buddy who lives with me, Drew. He’s 23 to my 54. He loves Daddies and is turned on by older men. I love pounding his tight young ass. I’ve got a large group of fuck buddies my age that I’ve met over the years - easily over 20 and all tops or vers and Drew has a number of buddies around his age. This means getting a group together is easy - which is what I did last night. it’s natural for older men to enjoy fucking boys so I got Drew and 2 of his buddies and 5 of my buddies over so it was 3 boys and six daddies - one daddy to each end. We made the boys kneel on the couch and 3 us stood behind them and three of us stood in front of them. We were all well hard and ready to fuck. I gave the word and the six of us went balls deep up their asses and down their mouths. We fucked for over an hour swapping boys so the six of us had a shot in each boys mouth and asshole. We were so fucking close so we all shot our loads pretty much together giving each boy a mouth and ass full of cum. Drew’s ass was loaded by my buddy, Steve and he swallowed Dave’s load. I seeded Dwayne. The smell of sweat and sperm was so fukkin horny.

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.

Early today hooked up with a hot latino guy in his hotel room. When I walked in he was already hard showing off a big thick uncut cock. We traded off sucking each other and then he spit on his cock and my ass and fucked me missionary for a while. Then after more sucking I put him on his back and fucked his hungry hole until I bred him deep. Then he bent me over and fucked me hard and shot a huge load in my ass. We trading numbers and we are going to make this a regular thing.

Same here about a month or two ago. I couldn't be arsed to get a new account after it wouldn't let me log in with my password and username...... The site must have a bug..... I wonder if it's a poz virus 🤣🤣🤣

I think I’ve told the story on here before of a guy I hooked up with in Greenwich, London. It was the days of telephone ads and pre-apps. After our first meeting, he put some money in my hand - about £80, which was a lot back then. Thinking he’d misunderstood the terms of our meeting, I told him I didn’t expect anything in return, but he insisted I take it. It dawned on me that he got off in treating me like a paid whore. I was conflicted about it at first but rationalised it wasn’t for me to judge. I saw him a few times after that, not for the money but because he was fit. And each time the £80 was handed over. I put it to the massive phone bill I’d run up on the chat lines!

That, too. There are a lot of guys who get off on that. But they’re also R mini bottoms with whom I don’t share that little secret.

Fuuuck yeah luv cumsicles have an alpha always melts his saved loads to pour into my jockpussy first before he fucks me when we hookup so fukn hot cumsloppy af

Deep inside. Every time.

I booked a local room on a Saturday, (RRI =$120 vs. Bathhouse room = $30.) I got one mofo♨️ Mexican/American who knew what he wanted and what the game is. The rest of the night I was watching porn, and messaging sniffies & BBRT players on my phone=ALONE. Dude on sniffies the day before got 14 men in 4 hours, he left b4 I could breed it. I just think hotels may be a younger mans game to win. What say y'all? xox

I'm bottom and see a difference in some guys who cum inside and others that are breeding you. Breeders have an intent to get their cum deep as they can even if they aren't really hung, all of their loads, and want me to keep it inside and not try pushing it out. A couple came back in 1-8 hours to see if I'm holding and they always bred me again. One married guy called me latenight after a dinnertime fuck to send an asspic to show his cum oozing out. Breeders have an attitude they're marking your body with their DNA.

and your toxic cum

I think there are two broad groups of factors at play here (no pun intended). Certainly, all of the things mentioned thus far (COVID, gentrification, squandering of revenues, and long before these, HIV) have taken their toll. But in theory, none of those should be fatal to the business concept if it's sound. Virtually every other type of business shuttered temporarily by COVID re-opened; if gentrifying forces drive a bathhouse out of a gayborhood, there's always somewhere else, on the periphery, that's the "next place" that someone can develop. If it closes because the owners/managers put all the profits up their noses or into their veins, well, demand should result in something similar taking its place with leadership less beholden to "substances" (as they're euphemistically called). And while HIV shut down a lot of bathhouses originally, quite a few had weathered that storm and/or reopened with at least a token nod towards safer sex, even if virtually nobody was using the free condoms any longer. But I think what's really going on at the same time is a gradual shift away from that entire bathhouse culture, with it becoming a niche that can't operate sustainably in most markets. I'm neither saluting nor condemning that shift, just noting it. When I came out right at the end of the 1970's, it was pretty much every gay boy's dream to move to the big city and throw oneself into a life of readily available sex 24/7, especially at the baths, without having to worry about bringing people home or to a shared apartment or whatever. Due to decades of work pushing public acceptance of gays, an awful lot of those gay boys today want nothing more elaborate than a good husband to come home to. I think some baths will hang on for years to come. But I'd be shocked if we saw a net increase in their numbers in the US, at least, or in any given city here. I think they're like drive-in theaters: something many of us remember fondly, but still fully aware of their drawbacks. And I think what we'll see, before too long, is that a bunch of them are going to shut down simply because there just isn't the demand there once was, and the coming generations just won't have an interest.

I'm on a cruise in the Greek Islands right now. Checked Grindr the first day of the cruise and there was a headless torso pic in a speedo. "Gap Year collecting loads". A 20 year old on the cruise with his parents and his profile says he has his own room. "Anonymous cumdump or however you want it" he says. I messaged him and he gave me his room number within 3 exchanges, says the door is open and to come pump and dump. We are on day 4 of the cruise and I've fucked him 6 times. He's a cute kid, fun to see him out and about at night with his parents knowing that he is full of cum from men on the ship. Today he claimed he has collected more than 50 loads so far in his ass and mouth. I don't doubt it since this ship has a group of 40 gays and I have already pumped 6 loads into his hole myself.

Part 4. A few summers ago, my husband Max and our friends Donald and John were spending a warm summer day at the beach. Donald and John are also a couple. It was hot and it wasn't all because of the warm sunshine. All the hot men around me in speedos and their big bulges. I've never understood swimming shorts. Why do men wear them? Fortunately, most of the men on the beach wore speedos. The circling of the bulges made me hot though. It was a nice day, but watching the bulges made me incredibly horny. At some point I told Max and the guys that I had to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one else wanted to go along. Of course, I didn't head to the restaurant, which also had a toilet, but instead to the bushes behind the beach. I had read online that the bushes had become a well-known cruising spot for gay men. Soon I found three men in speedos in the bushes, who were jerking off in a circle. I crept up to them and they nodded in agreement. I took out my own cock and a 50-year-old man grabbed it and started jerking. The men's hard cocks looked lovely, so I knelt down in front of the men and took the nearest cock into my mouth. The cock tasted salty and smelled of sweat. I also tasted two other cocks. But since I was in a hurry to get back to the beach, I decided to be straightforward. I stood up and lowered the speedos to below my buttocks and turned my ass towards the men. Immediately I felt hands on my buttocks and hole. One of the guys said "you greedy slut. Do you have condoms with you"? "No," I replied. "There's no way, I'm not going to stick my bare dick in a hole that offers itself to completely unknown men in the bush," said the youngest man, about 30 years old. "Me neither," said another younger man as well. The older one, about 50 years old, said that he is not interested in rubbers. "Raw feels much better and it's always a pleasure to seed young greedy cumdumps". The older man pressed his bare cock in my ass and the younger ones took turns in my mouth. All three of them fucked me like a bitch, which was good because I should be hurrying to the beach next to my husband. One of the young men shot in my mouth and I swallowed all the sperm. The 50-year-old also sped up and whispered "take my sperm". One of the younger guys jerked furiously and started spraying his sperm into my mouth, face and hair. I'm sure I looked like a really horny slut in the bushes. The men stuffed their used cocks back into their speedos and set off on their journeys. I too began to rush back to the beach. I put on my speedo and on the way I tried to clean my face and hair from the sperm. I wiped my face with my hand and licked it clean. I really hoped I could clean up all the sperm spills. When I arrived on the beach with our towels, Max was already worried about where I had gone. I told him that I had bumped into my co-worker Karen on the way, with whom I had been talking, and that's why I was late on the way. When I had settled on my towel between Max and Donald, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my own speedos. The head of my cock had been wet with precum when I had pulled the speedos on. I quickly turned over to lie on my stomach so the wet patch wouldn't show. At the same time, I was hoping I could keep my hole tight so the older man's sperm wouldn't leak out and wet the back of my speedos. After I had laid on my stomach on the towel for a while, I felt Donald's fingers in my hair. Donald took something from my hair between his fingers and then put his fingers in his own mouth. I looked at Donald in shock. It had to be sperm, I was caught. But Donald looked straight into my eyes and winked at me.

I love watching my big Dick bud do both or skull fucked him

I get most of my fucking at clubs just because it means multiple loads. The first load is always amazing because you remember the first touch, the first cockhead breaching your hole and leaning back into the thrust, and then the build up and gasp as they slam home to plant their seed deep inside, the slow softening of their cock as they slip out and the dribble of that first load. After that your ass is silky smooth and the next cock, and the next one is easier. Each is different, each thrust and technique, each size, and each coming - I love the groan build up and big release, the guy who wants to explore every part of your ass, the fast dumper. And then each load makes the next one better, the fingers that tentatively explore and you can feel their cock stiffen as they feel how sloppy you are, the slow withdrawal and the leaking of cum out of a filled hole. The best moments are when I get a chain - the first guy triggers 2 or 3 others, and barely has one cock left when another is pushing through the sloppy stickiness to drop their load. Typically I will go to a club and then with a filled hole, head up to the Heath to open my ass up in the dark, and the smell of cum in the open air draws in guys, and in the dark the sense of touch and smell take over, their fingers feel the wetness, their nostrils fill with scent of fresh cum, and I can pick up at least another few loads before heading home exhausted, full and with a smile on my face!

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

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...

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

Ahmed clearly had a thing for newly legal teen boys. Our schools cleaner has caught me jerking off in the locker room sniffing a teammates swimmers. He had threatened to tell my parents unless I did exactly what he asked. To be honest I was more than happy to do whatever the early 40’s Middle Eastern cleaner wanted. I could tell he had a muscular hairy body under his uniform, and it turned out he had a massive 11” Arabic cock that could hit all the right places. That’s how I had ended up Poz at age 18. Ahmed has taken me into an empty toilet cubicle, stuffed dirty underwear into my mouth, bent me over the toilet and forced the thick blunt headed anaconda up my virginity hole. He took my virginity whilst I could hear my teammates going about their business in the locker room. Thank god for his sweaty underwear in my mouth or I’m sure the whole team would have seen me giving my virgin ass to the schools cleaner. He had enjoyed pounding my hole in such a risky setting, and after 10 minutes of ripping up my ring I felt him go stiff and collapse on my back as he filled me with his hot Arab jizz. He silently pulled out of me, wiped his dick on my track shirt and got dressed. As he went to open the door to leave the cubicle he whispered ‘Thanks for the hole slut, you’re now pregnant with my Poz babies.’ I waited until he had left, scooped some of his hot jizz that was running down my leg and jerked the last neg load of my life all over the floor. Sure enough, 4 weeks later I came down with the worst flu. I took myself to the clinic and they confirmed I had been knocked up by the thick Arab anaconda. Since then Ahmed had continued to use my holes whenever it suited him, but it soon became apparent he was getting bored with me. I received a short text from him ‘come to my house, tonight at 9pm’ followed by an address…

I'm with @gingerdaddyG. Without question, it has to be in me.

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

For me sex must be a mutual trade of pleasure. For me, if monetary compensation is involved it is no longer for mutual pleasure. Maybe I'm not as desperate for sex as my posts indicate, because even here in Portland I have walked away from encounters where I was offered cash to "fuck me with that big dick," even though I would have fucked him for free, as readily as I walk away from encounters that have asked for cash or "generosity" of any sort.

I went to to Scheune on the sunday during folsom... over 70 there that night.. average age 50+, average size (body) generally large.. friendly night.. a couple of very cute boys... but most older and randy.

I'm down 😈

Big thick uncut cock is my absolute favorite type.

I lived in Berlin many years ago in my twenties. Admittedly, however, I was in a relationship with a very jealous and possessive German so I didn’t experience much of the gay scene. However, I found the people in Berlin, both gay and straight, to be some of the most accepting and the least judgmental of all people. I would sometimes go to the sun bathing areas such as the Tiergarten and see all kinds of shapes, sizes and ages. I think that Berliners are perhaps more accepting and less judgmental of say, some of the gay scene in Toronto. Again, I haven’t been to the clubs but I can only speak of my limited interaction with the gay scene in general. Don’t forget that Berlin was once the gay Mecca in the 1920s with over 100 gay bars that catered to every taste and fetish before it all came tumbling down. I think at heart Berliners still retain that sense of laissez faire.

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!

My twisted mind

This is going to be Billy Boy's greatest XXXmas gifT ever! I can't wait to see where this family fun tradiTion goes!

I’ve gone as a stallion, several times and looking around and seeing all that sex was hot AF. But the one time I went as a mare, I have to agree with you. Having my eyes blocked to the outside world, but experiencing HM through only sound, and feel, was almost euphoric.

It’s so hard as a bottom to arrange and line up a session. So nice to have a bf that will help feed that hunger and find tops to bang you and then fuck your sloppy hole.

Cum Dump Pig Travel around London UK for any Hung top part - take any load - felch any hole PNP - get me twisted and filled Tele Redsox1066

While I'm uncut, the foreskin pulls back by itself when I'm hard (maybe it just got tired of trying to re-cover (or recover?) the head after all these years, and the sensation of a lot of thick, wiry Holehair on the rim of the Cockhead is one of my favorite sensations. Plus, the visuals of a wet, thickly haired Hole - tongue-wrestling any Sperm off previous Cocks out of the Holehair - is one of life's total pleasures.

I am an exhibitionist and a voyeur, both visually and verbally. I get off on phone sucks, not for the role-play. But instead I get off talking about my experiences and hearing someone else tell me his.

Part 3. I had made an appointment with a massage therapist when the muscles in the upper back behind the shoulder blades were completely stuck. I was received by Chris, about 20 years old, a young and muscular massage therapist. Chris was dressed in white loose clothes. Chris directed me to his room and said I could undress behind the screen. I left only my white briefs on and stepped behind the screen in front of Chris. Chris went to stand behind me and asked me to do different stretches so he could see how my back was bending and where my muscles were stiff. I was doing stretches and Chris ran his hands on my back right up to my buttocks. After the initial check-up, Chris asked me to get on the massage table and lie on my stomach. Chris covered my upper body and buttocks with a towel and started massaging my legs. Chris's hands felt really good on my skin. After the legs, Chris massaged the muscles in my arms. Every now and then I felt Chris's crotch hit my palm. After the hands, Chris massaged the shoulders and proceeded from there downwards. Finally, Chris lowered my briefs over my buttocks so he could freely massage my glutes as well. Chris' fingers, slick with massage oil, slid several times around my hole and next to my balls. It felt unbelievably hot. Chris then told me to turn onto my back. This came too suddenly, and I had to turn around to reveal that my cock was standing in full swing in my briefs. Chris said it's nothing to be ashamed of. Almost all men say that massage causes stiffness in the cock. It's perfectly normal for a stiff cock to ooze precum during a massage, said Chris, pointing to a wet patch on my briefs. Chris continued the massage as if nothing had happened. While massaging my thighs, Chris' fingers hit my balls countless times. Somehow it seemed that the hits were no longer as random and careful as before. Finally, the massage was coming to an end. Chris said he could give me a complete final relaxation if I wanted. I said that would be really nice. "Nice, are you more of a top or a bottom," asked Chris. The conversation had taken on a completely sexual tone, which confused me, but I still told Chris that I was a bottom. "Hot," replied Chris, climbing onto the massage table between my legs. Chris took off my briefs and lowered his own pants so that Chris' hard cock was exposed. Chris lifted my legs to his shoulders and started rubbing his cock with his oiled hand. Chris placed his raw cock at the entrance of my hole. Slowly, Chris pushed into me with his entire cock. Chris kept looking me straight in the eyes and telling me to relax completely. I did so and let Chris fuck me at his own pace. Chris slowly picked up the pace. The massage table creaked to the rhythm of the fucking. I pinched Chris's nipples with my fingers and panted again and again just breed me. Finally, Chris's body stiffened and I felt him inject his sperm into my hole. The whole time Chris had been looking deep into my eyes. Chris' final relaxation was really intense and functional. My back pain was left on Chris's massage table and I had filled my unprotected cheating hole with the young bull's sperm.

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

Who answers the door? A little duct tape (I use Guerilla brand) on the latch and it's ez access for tops.

First, don't get it out of the freezer until you're going to use it. If you save/freeze it in a pony-glass, cover tightly with a small piece plastic wrap, then put it in the freezer for later use, that excess moisture will form frost on top of the Sperm. Thus, when you use it, simply brush off the frost, pop the frozen Sperm into your mouth and shove it up the bottom's Hole with your tongue - small end first, of course. Then listen for the gasp of delight from the bottom - sometimes they just go nuts .... it's a lot of fun !!

If I see one when I'm at the ABS, I dump the cum on my chest and shirt so I can smell it when I leave and go home. I get hard when my wife looks at me knowing it's a strangers cum and ask me how my night was..

As requested

Part 19 - Confrontation Angelo pulled in to the driveway and sat in the car for several minutes unsure what he was going to say, in his heart he hoped this was not true but he couldn't ignore how he was feeling. He stepped out of the car and walked in to the house, Ethan called out as Angelo put his bag down and headed to the dining room where Ethan sat doing his assignment. It still took Angelo's breath away seeing Ethan head down in his books, he loved him beyond words but also had he been blinded not to see what was going on. Angelo sat down at the table opposite Ethan and looked at him, Ethan looked up and smiled which quickly turned in to a look of concern. "What's the matter Angelo?" Ethan asked closing his books. Angelo stared as Ethan shifted in his seat uncomfortably "Are you playing me Ethan?". Ethan looked confusingly at him "Playing you, what do you mean?". "Are you using me until your ready to move on" Angelo replied seriously. Ethan began to feel sick "Why would think such a thing?". "If you are you your doing a very good job" Angelo's gazed was fixed on Ethan. Ethan looked seeing a very different Angelo "I don't understand where this has suddenly come from". "People talk and it was disturbing what I found out today" Angelo continued studying Ethan. A tear trickled down Ethan's face "Are you saying you don't love me anymore?". Angelo shook his head "Am I just a plaything, a meal ticket for you?". Ethan wiped his face and looked at him "Is that what you really think this is all about? "I don't know Ethan you tell me" Angelo was breaking inside watching him but he had to know. Ethan stood up "Did I hate you for pozzing me, did I hate you when you literally raped me?". Angelo shook his head and quietly responded "No" and looked down. Ethan continued "I can't believe you would think this is how I would treat you". "I don't want to believe any of it but I can't ignore what I heard" Angelo replied. Ethan shook his head "I am only here because of one thing, if you can't see that then I should leave". Angelo looked at Ethan who was leaving the dining room "Ethan wait". "No Angelo, you have made it clear you don't trust me and can't see what is really in front of you" Ethan ran out. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, Angelo put his head in his hands regretting what had just taken place, he saw no malice and deceit in Ethan's eyes and knew he had probably just wrecked any chance with him. Ethan picked his phone up and called Adam his eyes streaming with sadness at Angelo, he cried down the phone as he told Adam that it looked like Angelo and he were finished, Adam sat in silence shocked by what Ethan was telling him. Angelo went to get a glass of water and sat at the counter he didn't know what to do. Matt watched Angelo carefully with a gratifying grin on his face and decided to leave it 5 or 10 more minutes before he would knock at the door. Angelo sat there for a few minutes, he believed Ethan and the last thing he wanted was for him to leave, he needed to speak to Franco and reaching in to his pocket he pulled his phone out and turned it on. Adam spoke urgently to Ethan "Don't leave Ethan, it sounds like someone is playing with you both". "He was angry and upset, he doesn't trust me Adam" Ethan croaked down the phone. Adam grabbed his car keys "Ethan please just sit there I am coming over, don't leave until we speak to him". Matt stood at the front door, he couldn't hear anything so he knocked quietly but loud enough to be heard, he could hear the shuffling and foot steps approaching, the door opened and Angelo stood there. Angelo looked at him "Matt what do you want?". "Angelo I just wanted to pop by and apologise for... are you alright?" Matt spoke with his calming voice. "Not now Matt" Angelo said and was about to close the door. "Angelo, you look like you need someone to talk to" Matt said sounding concerned. Angelo opened the door against hi better judgment "Come in". Matt walked through and closed the door and followed him to the kitchen "Thank you Angelo". Angelo began to pour his heart out to Matt, he didn't know why but he felt comfortable doing it as Matt sat and listened intently. "Oh Angelo, I know we ended badly but I would never do that to you" Matt walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. Angelo looked up seeing sincerity in his eyes "I don't know what to do Matt". Matt rubbed his shoulder "I think it best to end it Angelo, I will always be here for you remember that". Angelo's attention was drawn to his phone over the other side of the kitchen as it kept flashing up with voicemails, he was about to retrieve it when there was a knock at the door and he hear Ethan coming down the stairs. Matt tried to stop Angelo in a fruitless attempt by drawing his attention but Angelo heard Adam calling Ethan's name and asking if he had touched him. Angelo turned to Matt and said it would be better if he left, Matt protested telling him he would need a shoulder to cry on and he wanted to be here for him after all he understood Angelo better than anyone. Adam came in to the kitchen and looked at Angelo then at Matt and shook his head "Why Angelo?". Matt interrupted "I don't think it is any of your business, you and Ethan should leave". "Stop it Matt" Angelo told him "I have to speak to Ethan first". Matt glanced at Adam "Ethan doesn't love you Angelo, don't put yourself through this". Adam turned and moved towards Matt "And how would you know, you don't know what they have". Matt stared him down "Are you part of it as well?". "Don't be so ridiculous" Adam retorted clenching his fist. "Enough the both of you" Angelo stood their holding his phone his gazed fixed on Matt. The front door was being pounded as Mark and Franco arrived at the same time and stood their shouting for Angelo to open the door. Angelo stepped around them both and went to the front door, he stopped and looked at the stairs seeing Ethan sat at the top who looked vulnerable and scared. It dawned on him that anyone who looked the way he did could not be lying, he called up to Ethan and told him to stay there as he wanted to talk. Inside Angelo was hurting and just as upset as he turned his focus to the front door and opened it. "It's all lies" Franco shouted as he came in behind Mark pushing him through the door. Mark saw Ethan on the stairs "It's your ex Angelo he is trying to break you both up". Angelo looked at them both "Is that why you have both come here?". "Yes Angelo, we don't want you to make a mistake you will regret" Mark said and Franco nodded in agreement. Angelo turned and strode purposefully back to the kitchen where Matt and Adam were still engrossed in their argument and didn't notice Mark and Franco coming in to the room behind Angelo. "That's him" Franco said pointing to Matt "He is the one who said those things about Ethan". Angelo looked at Matt who stopped to look at Angelo "You just can't let it go can you?". Mark went to other side of where Adam stood and looked at Angelo "Dillon told me he has been stalking you for months". Matt looked at Mark then Angelo "I told you he doesn't love you Angelo, only I know how to love you". "I told you 5 years ago I never wanted to see you and now I know why" Angelo looked angrily at Matt. Matt tried to step towards Angelo but was stopped by Mark "You need me Angelo just face it". "You think to much of yourself Matt" Angelo started moving towards Matt his fists clenched. Adam quickly went round to Angelo and held his arm "Leave him to us, go and put things right with Ethan". Ethan walked in to the kitchen hearing the commotion "Why is he here?" he said looking at Matt. Matt slipped past Mark and ran towards Ethan yelling for him to leave and let him be with Angelo. It all happened so quickly but like slow motions as Adam, Angelo and Mark stood frozen to the spot in that instance. Matt came within feet of Ethan grabbing a kitchen knife like lightning whilst Ethan was in shock and couldn't respond he stood seeing the glint of the stainless steel being thrusted towards him. Ethan felt the sharp scratching across his left shoulder hearing the clanging sound as the knife dropped to the floor followed by Matt's body, his hand went to the spot of the pain, it felt wet and looked down at his fingers that were now stained with his own blood. Franco had seen Matt pick up the knife and reacted quickly punching Matt in the head hard just as the blade of the knife touched Ethan's skin and left a slit across his shoulder cutting through his t-shirt and young skin with silky ease. Matt collapsed on the floor dropping the knife in the process as everything blacked out, Franco kicked him to make sure he was out and lifted Ethan's t-shirt up to see how bad it was. Adam screamed and ran across the kitchen as Franco landed his punch the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed around Adam's ears, he quickly put his arm around Ethan as Franco lifted his t-shirt up. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the wound looked worse that it was, it didn't go in deep, he grabbed some kitchen roll behind Ethan and held it over the cut whilst Ethan stood there looking at the blood on his fingers. Angelo gasped but his confused state of mind caused him to freeze on the spot taking in the scene, at the point where Matt grabbed the knife he shouted for Matt to stop, his body telling him to move so he ran towards Ethan to protect him but he was to late as he saw the knife swishing through the air across Ethan. Everything happened to quickly for Angelo to process as bodies flew around the kitchen towards Ethan. Adam looked at Angelo's tear streaked face and told him to look after his lover. Mark ran behind Matt but he was to far away to prevent Matt picking up the knife, he shouted for Ethan to move but he seemed transfixed on the shiny object heading swiftly towards his body. Matt managed to grab hold of Matt's shirt preventing him from getting any closer to Ethan, Matt swished the knife around in the air trying to get at Ethan, he lunged forward with all his strength as the knife ripped through Ethan's t-shirt. He never saw the fist of Franco appear but he heard the crack and thud as Matt fell to the floor with the knife. He looked up and saw blood slowly seeping through the t-shirt. The neighbours had seen all the frantic people arriving and then the arguments and screaming coming from the house, they were concerned and called the police out. Marion and John Chalmers stood outside the front of their house next door to Angelo's as the police arrived, one of the officers recognised John as Dr Chalmers and they ran through everything that had seen and heard. The two cops knocked on the front door and shouted 'Police open up'. Ethan suddenly came back to his senses as Angelo put his arm around him. "I am so sorry Ethan I should never have doubted you" Angelo spoke softly. Ethan looked at the Matt who was coming around "You did though and that hurts". Angelo picked up Ethan and carried him in to the lounge and laid him on the sofa. Ethan looked Angelo in the eyes "I love you Angelo more than you believe in me". Angelo smiled stroking his head "I know and I think you under estimate how I feel about you". Adam opened the door and let the police in, seeing the scene Officer Delgado went outside and asked the doctor if he would attend to the young guy. Whilst Ethan was being attended to the others ran through the series of events that lead up to the evening, Mario and John were both interviewed and confirmed that they had seen the man quite often sitting in his car across the street. With the evidence stacking against him Matt was placed under arrest and charged with stalking and attempted manslaughter. The police finally left escorting Matt to be detained for evaluation, Angelo watched as John finished putting some covering over Ethan's cut. Marion walked in to the lounge "Do you want me to make some coffee?" she asked. Angelo nodded "I will come and help" and they walked in to the kitchen. "We didn't mean to be nosey but it there was quite a commotion going on" Marion began to explain. Angelo smiled "No thank you for looking out for us, I do appreciate you calling the police". "It was just when he arrived but stood and waited watching until he knocked your door" Marion shook her head. Angelo looked at Marion "I'm sorry I have never really made the effort to get to know you both" he said. Marion smiled "We just thought you wanted your privacy". Adam was the last to leave and Ethan was sitting with his feet up on the sofa enjoying the attention he was getting from Adam and Mark whilst Franco and Angelo chatted in the kitchen, when Adam was set to leave Angelo walked with him to the front door. "Have I messed it up with him?" Angelo asked holding the door open. Adam turned to face Angelo "Trust me the love he has for you won't be broken so easily". Angelo smiled "I hope so, I need to repair what happened tonight". Adam kissed Angelo "Just make him happy so him how much you love him, do the right thing". Angelo nodded "Good night Adam and thank you". Adam turned to Angelo as he walked down the path and smiled "Do the right thing". Angelo stood for a moment watching Adam with a sense of curiousness about he had said to him. It was true that he felt so much love being around Ethan and there should never had been any doubt, and did Adam mean what he thought he meant. Angelo closed the door.

No. Not true. Not in the slightest, and a dangerous thing to assume. Can land you in jail.