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  1. Chapter 1 – Daniel is a working man Horny again, I got on a few of the apps with little hope of success. It was late on a workday, and guys would use the “I have to get up for work in the morning” excuse while collecting pictures and talking nasty. But I was horny and willing to engage. There’s a big factory being built near where I live. There are lots of guys that were brought in to work there, and some of them are really hot. A little rough around the edges, but a hot, hairy, well-muscled stud is always a good find. A guy named Daniel hit me up on one of the apps. He said he was temporarily working at the factory, staying at his family’s cabin near the river. He only had one pic, but it showed a nice hairy chest with good definition. He said that he was getting off work soon and would love to have a guy over to help him relax. We discussed our interests, and he was mostly a top but liked mutual sucking and rimming too. He also said he’d brought his sling with him, which excited me more. We made plans to meet up after he got home. He emailed me to let me know he was home and ready to have me over. I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed out immediately. His place overlooked the river, with a big screened-in porch across the back. I knocked on the front door, and Daniel answered quickly. He was wearing tight shorts and had a plaid shirt on that was unbuttoned. Handsome and a nice, trimmed beard. He looked great. He let me in and said that he needed to take a quick shower. I told him that wasn’t necessary since he looked pretty good as is, and I’m OK with some man musk. He shrugged and said that it was my choice. He suggested that we set up the sling on the porch. The screens would keep the bugs away, we’d hear the river while we played, and being outdoors is always fun. That sounded great to me. He got the duffle bag with the sling in it, and we started to put it together. I noticed that he had a bigger bulge in his shorts than when I first got there, so I suggested that we get naked and finish assembling the sling. We both quickly discarded our clothes and started making out and feeling each other up. Daniel had a great body, with hair in all the right places. For me, that means that he had a hairy ass. That is my favorite to look at, play with, rim, or whatever else a guy wants to do. After we got back to finishing the sling, Daniel was crouched down, looking for something in the duffle bag. I got behind him and gave his hole a quick lick. He jumped but then set it right back down on my lips. He had that great musk from a day’s work, and I love that. Not wanting to distract too much, I gave his hole a few licks and then suggested that we get back to the sling. Once the sling was ready, Daniel asked if I’d like to smoke before we got to it. I asked him what we were going to smoke, and he said that he had lots of options. I asked if he had T, and he grinned broadly and walked inside. Seeing his naked body walk away was all my cock needed to get hard. He came back with a water pipe that was ready to go. He lit the torch, melted some down, and took a deep hit before passing it to me. I did the same but then shot gunned the smoke into his mouth. He was a great kisser, so we made out like that, naked and hard on the porch, with the sounds of nature all around us. We broke apart, smoked some more, and then he had me get in the sling. He immediately started rimming my ass, and he was good at it. I was moaning and groaning, and he was having a good time. My cock had shrunk due to the T, but my ass was more than ready for him. Luckily, his cock did not suffer from shrinking, and he was stroking it while he ate my ass. Then, Daniel stood up and pressed his cock against my hole. He added some lube and slid his cock inside me. He had a thick cock, not too long, but it felt great inside me. We fucked for a while, and he said that we needed to smoke some more, so I got out of the sling. We sat on some chairs and smoked a bit, feeling each other up. I got between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I could taste his precum, my ass, and the lube on his dick. When I buried my nose in his pubes, I came back with another great aroma. A hot, sexy man scent that I love. I suggested that I eat his ass. He climbed in the sling and, even in the low light, looked fucking awesome. I worked his hole, licking all around his hairy ass before focusing on the prize before me. I licked, probed, and sucked on his hole, savoring the taste and smell of a man. Daniel wanted to fuck, so he got out of the sling, I got in, and he shoved his hard cock inside me. He knew how to fuck, and we went at it for quite a while. He asked if he could breed me, and I said yes. He upped the thrusting and shoved in deep, groaning while he unloaded his cum in my ass. After, he slowly pumped my hole some more before pulling out. He sat on a chair that he positioned under the sling, looking at my freshly bred hole. He’d reach out to stroke it or stick a finger in while absentmindedly playing with his cock and, sometimes, his hole. Daniel told me he had a great time, and I thought things were over. I was getting ready to get out of the sling when he asked if I was into any other piggy play. Since he just bred my ass, he kind of already knew the answer. I told him that I liked ass-to-mouth, some piss play, and deep ass work. He stood up, came over, and fed me his cock when he asked if I’d ever been fisted. I said yes, and he asked if I was up for it tonight. Fuck, yeah! We smoked a little more before he started playing with my hole again. He had big hands, and we needed a lot of lube, but he got his hairy paw inside me. That night, we didn’t fist for too long since we had work in the morning, but he invited me over for another session this weekend.
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  2. Covered in t sweat and my cum. Oink oink brothers
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  3. Threw meds out again and need to let the virus take over again
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  4. AIDS. Sick joke, right? Kind of along the lines of the classic “What did the boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.” Only I’m not joking (although I wish I was). And yeah, I’m the “naughty boy” in this cautionary tale. It all started off innocently enough. Me and my friends were hanging at the mall after school- we used to do that a lot. Not much else to do in our town when you’re seniors in high school, just waiting to escape into the “real world”. And it was less than a month til Christmas. All the extracurricular shit was winding down for the holidays, so we had extra free time in the evenings. No play rehearsals. No band practice. So yeah, we cruised the mall. On this particular Wednesday, I was hanging with Matty, MJ (short for Margaret Jean), and Brittany (aka Brit-Brit). We were doing our normal shit- trying on crap clothes and modeling for each other. Drooling over Apple store products. Having DQ. And people watching. I don’t remember who had the idea (not me) but someone said “Hey, let’s go visit Santa!” I thought we were a bit old for this crap, but everyone thought it would be funny. Revert to being kids again and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Shit like that. I wasn’t really game, but I went along with them because hey. They’re my best friends after all. Anyway, it’s midweek and before 5 pm, so the Mall is fairly dead and there’s almost no line for Santa. Great, I think. We’re really doing this. I hang back and let them all go first. I figure I might be able to bow out once they all have a turn. Before I go any further, I feel like I should kinda set the stage a bit more. So the town we live in isn’t big. It’s big enough for a mall, a factory, a prison, two grocery stores, a Walmart and one high school, but that’s about it. Our town is, how should I put this… a shithole. It’s pretty run down and tragic. Not like Stonebrook, where all the fancy folk live. No, we’re definitely the “other” kind of town. The kind of town people don’t visit unless you have to. Like where the whole place is on the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, as you can probably imagine, the mall is also pretty run down. It’s dying a slow, horrible death- kinda like most malls these days. Lots of vacant stores. Macy’s is the biggest thing we got. And Kohls. But that’s about it. I’m pretty sure you can picture what it’s like. Tis the season, so the place is decorated for Christmas (albeit poorly), and in the center atrium is where the big, phony tree is located. Along with the phony Santa, and the phony elves (actually elf, singular), and phony Gingerbread house and reindeer. The tree, the house, and the decorations have definitely seen better days, and there are burnt out lights on the tree and crap. It’s a real fucking Christmas wonderland, I tell ya. We get there and there’s no line to speak of. There’s one kid with his mom and they are finishing up, and that’s it. And I can pretty much see why. Now that we’re closer, the whole “Santa Village” looks more like “Santa’s Trailer Park”. It’s pretty sad, and more than a bit sketch. And the Santa? Definitely as sketch as they come. Kind of a greyish beard, and it looks like his suit hasn’t been cleaned since the chimneys from last year. We’re talking serious homeless vibes. Total cringe. Undeterred and buoyed by her goofy, giggly spirit, Brit-Brit goes first as we all hang back. Matty and MJ are laughing and waving and enjoying it all. Taking snaps with their phone cameras. And I’m just watching dirty Santa probably getting his holly jollies from having a cute teen girl wiggle on his lap. I mean, let’s be honest. If you’re an old dude working as a Santa midweek at a rundown mall- you’ve got to be some kind of [banned word]… amiright? Anyway, after whispering what she wants to Santa and having a grand ol time, Brit-Brit hops off his lap and comes back to our pack. Full of good cheer, Brit and MJ push Matty up there next. He trots up plops down on Santa’s lap- hamming it up for us. Because it’s Matt, our leading man. He’s 6 feet of big grins and affable charm. Naturally he goes for the “aw shucks” schtick, miming asking for a football for Christmas. What a goofball- which is why I’m secretly in love with him. I’m still hanging back and MJ goes next. She’s all business as she marches up and takes her turn. It looks like she’s really getting serious, pleading her case with Santa and trying to wheedle her way onto the nice list (cuz we all know she’s permanently on the naughty list). Just ask her parents. Soon MJ is done and back and they all turn to me, expectantly. “Naw guys, I don’t think I’m down. Not really my speed,” I say with a shrug. This was met with a cacophony from the others. They would have NONE of this. I had to do it. It was fun! They wanted pictures. And above all they wanted to see me, the shy one, on Santa’s lap. I was told it was a moral imperative and that I was NOT getting out of doing it, even if they had to drag me up there. At this point, I knew it was better to just get it over with than fight it. I probably could have just walked away toward the food court, but I knew they’d be disappointed. I was already the “fourth one” in the group, and I wanted them to keep inviting me along places… if for no other reason than to be close to Matty. So I relented- but not without making a big show of giving in. Sighing. Eye rolls. The works. So I started my slow, reluctant walk up to Santa. The closer I got, the more oddly nervous I became. Like, there was something making my tummy clench a bit. I think it had something to do with the way Santa was looking at me—like I was the last rib at the Golden Corral buffet. Yeah, dirty Santa was definitely giving me the eye. I watched his gaze scan down my body lecherously and come to rest at my groin in my grey sweatpants. I was suddenly quite self-conscious about what I was wearing. The last few steps to him were agonizingly slow, and I was seriously debating about turning around. But that nervous excitement in my gut couldn’t be denied. I turned around to sit on his knee, but suddenly I felt his hands firmly at my hips. As I was sitting, he pulled me back and fully into his lap, all while doing his best jovial HO HO HO! My friends were all laughing and eating it up. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment- not just because of this whole Santa scene, but also because when I sat down, I could most definitely feel Santa’s package pressed against my asscrack. Fucking [banned word]. All of them I tell ya. And something was telling me this Santa was a gay [banned word]. “Ho Ho HO young man! And what is YOUR name?” Skeezy Santa asked . Up close, his makeup was terrible. Definitely theater makeup applied with a heavy hand, all caked and cracked. Over the phony rosy cheeks and highlighted by heavy eyeliner, his dark eyes twinkled. “Ummm, it’s Kyle,” I managed to reply. “Oh yes. Kyyyyyle. I remember you,” he nodded theatrically. “You do?” I asked naively. “Of COURSE! From my lists!” he laughed. “So. Have you been a good boy this year… or a bad boy?” He asked somewhat conspiratorily. “Um, shouldn’t you already know? Because lists,” I say sarcastically. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the sarcastic one in our group). That’s when Santa looks at me and for a second it’s like he’s looking into my soul. “Oh, I know exactly what you’ve been up to- I just enjoy hearing handsome lads plead their cases.” I gulp and am suddenly quite uncomfortable with all of this while my stomach continues doing backflips. “I, ah, I guess I’ve been pretty good this year. I’m getting good grades. Helping mom at home. Staying out of trouble. Stuff like that.” “So you have… so you have,” he says nodding again. And then he leans in closer and whispers “And yet you’ve also been a bit… naughty… haven’t you Kyle?” I catch the smell of cigarettes and a faint whiff of alcohol. He shifts a bit underneath me, and I can feel him stiffening inside his red velvet pants. From what I can tell, Santa’s proverbial stocking is definitely hung. Feeling his massive member pressing against my ass makes me shiver, and I feel a bit like I’m going to hurl. The simultaneous feelings of revulsion and titilation really mess me up. “I don’t know… what… what you’re implying…” I stammer. “Oh, I think you do,” he whispers even more quietly, punctuating it with a flex of his cock. “You’ve been more than a bit naughty this year—with some school chums, I’d wager Perhaps even your friend Matt?” I feel my face go hot with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t possibly know my secret. That I liked guys. And worse- that I’ve had sex with a handful of guys from school. Sure it was mostly just blowjobs, but not always. And since this past summer, I’d been getting fucked about every other day by Jimmy Pulaski from the swim team. That was totally our secret to the grave! I could feel Santa’s eyes boring hungrily into me. “Oh Kyle,” he chided. “You know the song. I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad… watching gay porn on your phone and jacking off at night. Sucking off boys at sleep overs. Fantasizing about getting fucked by your cute friend Matt.” “I’m not familiar with those particular lyrics,” I manage to squeak out. This makes him laugh, like for real-real. “I know EXACTLY what kind of boy you are, Kyle. I can spot your kind a mile away,” he whispers with a grin. “And I’m pretty sure you can feel what kind of Santa I am.” Again, he grinds his now wickedly hard cock into my ass as he makes a show of adjusting me on his lap. And again I’m mortified- and aroused. Santa lets out a good round of Ho-ho-hos and I steal a glance at my friends. They are loving seeing me so uncomfortable. If only they knew why. “Oh Kyle. You have definitely been the highlight of my day! So here’s what Santa can do for you for Christmas. If you consider yourself a nice boy, then by all means, go back to your friends. Have fun here at the mall. Then go on home to your mom like a good lad, and I’ll make sure you get a little something under the tree this year.” Then he lowered his voice and the phony Santa schtick disappeared. “But if ya feel like being naughty? Well. I have a special BIG gift for you. And if you want that special gift- meet me here at 8 when my Santa’s village closes tonight.” He then mugged for the camera, and his Elf helper took our picture with a knowing smirk. I looked at the proof, but declined to purchase it. In it Santa looked like a sleazy Walt Whitman, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I rejoined my friends and we were off in a cloud of laughter. Matty and MJ were chatting loudly about how skeevy the Santa was, like it was all some big joke. Brit was just telling them to leave the old guy alone and that he probably really needed the job. And I was quiet- trying not to feel the ghost imprint of his cock against my ass. My friends and I hung around the mall for a couple more hours—hitting the food court for Sbarro and Egg Rolls, and generally bumming around and shooting the shit. I tried my best to be present and join in the conversations, but Santa’s words were rattling around my head. Of course I was a nice boy. I was just gonna head home tonight… right? So why was I even thinking about the way his big cock felt as I sat on his lap. And my was my stomach still all fluttery while I was thinking about it. 7:30 rolled around and we all decided it was time to beat it for home. We headed for the exit, and just as I was leaving I startled myself by saying, “Oh shit. I just remembered! I was gonna pick up something for mom for Christmas while I was here. You guys go on- I’ll catch you tomorrow at school.” We said our goodbyes , and suddenly I was alone. I was alone at the Mall. Where a sketch as fuck, hung Santa propositioned me. And I was actually entertaining the idea. What. The literal FUCK. Was I doing? The next 30 minutes were agony. I paced the mall, debating with myself. I should just go home. But I was curious. I wouldn’t have to do anything. I could maybe just ask him how he know about me? Was I obvious? No, I should just go home now. Forget this weird Santa business. But maybe I could just… see his dick? Not like actually touch it or anything because gross. But it felt massive. Like waaaay bigger than Jimmy’s. Or even Tony Scarpucci’s, which gagged the hell out of me that one time when he got drunk at homecoming. Why the fuck was I even entertaining this? He’s a pervy old fuck! I should just… And then it was 8:02 pm. And I found myself standing outside Santa’s sketchy village. The sign was flipped to closed, and the lights were off at the Gingerbread house. The elf guy was already out of costume and was helping to tidy things up. Santa looked up and saw me standing there and smiled. “I was wondering if you’d show up, kiddo,” he said. I just stood there and looked at my feet. “I can handle the rest, Eric. You can go on home. Now,” Santa said pointedly to Eric. Eric looked from Santa to me and smirked again. “Is Santa doing some special gift-giving tonight?” Eric asked breezily. Santa lay a finger on the side of his nose and winked. And with that, Eric said a cheery “have fun… and good luck, dude!” and left us alone. Santa turned to me. “So Kyle. I need to get out of this makeup and stuff. Come on into the house here and keep me company?” And he headed for the Gingerbread house door. “I thought this was just some phony prop,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “But it’s also our break room/dressing room. It’s small, but it works. And best of all, it’s private.” And with that I followed him inside. He locked the door behind us. Inside was definitely small. There was a rack for costumes, three vinyl chairs, and a small table/mirror setup with those round globe makeup lights. Scattered about the table was makeup, tissues, an ashtray and other detritus. It smelled like cigarettes and B.O. And … something else I couldn’t identify. “Cozy,” I quipped. He laughed. “Take a seat, kiddo.” Santa reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrewed the top and took a healthy swig. He looked over at me and said, “Want a pull? Might help you relax some.” I shook my head. He just shrugged, set the bottle on the makeup table, and started to disrobe. “Oh! Um…” I kind of stammered. “Oh don’t worry. I just gotta get out of the jacket and hat and stuff.” He first took off the hat and wig and placed them on a stand. Then he took off the dirty jacket and the pads that were underneath to make him appear chubby. This Santa was actually quite thin underneath the padding and baggy clothing. He was nearly emaciated looking, but with a slight paunch. I was reminded of the Christmas Claymation special where Mrs. Claus says “Nobody likes a skinny Santa.” I kinda did. Soon Santa was standing in front of me, still in his red velvet pants, but also in a dirty wife beater. He had skinny, bony arms and on his shoulder was an odd tattoo—three interlocking semicircles. He still had the beard —I assumed it was spirit gummed in place. Without the hat, Santa was mostly bald, but with a rim of close cropped silver hair. I just stared up at him. “The illusion shattered, huh kid?” He said with a smile. “And by the way… my name is Carl.” Then he sat at the makeup mirror so he could start removing his makeup. He was old school—Vaseline and paper towels. I watched as he got to work. Our eyes met in the mirror. “So. You came back. Why?” He asked. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess I was just… curious?” “Curious about…?” he led. “Oh, I guess curious about how you knew I was… that I …” I trailed off. “That you were a horny little cocksucker?” He offered. “WHAT?” I shot back. “Kid, relax. It’s not like you scream “faggot” when I look at you. But we gays? We just know, ya know? Or at least I had a hunch. And you are cute as fuck, so I pushed it. Plus it was a dead night and I figured why the hell not? I might get lucky. And after your initial reactions to sitting in my lap and my… stiffness… I knew you weren’t about to blab to anyone.” “But… but how did you know about me… doing stuff… with guys?” Carl laughed at that. “Boy, you may not think it when you look at me, but I was a young faggot once too. I know what I was doing back I when I was your age. Besides, I could see the way you were looking at your friend Matt. I’ve had that same look on my face before.” My face flushed again with that. Suddenly he spun in his chair to face me. “So—while this is nice and all, let’s get down to brass tacks. Did you also come back tonight because you liked what you felt pressed up against that pretty little ass of yours?” Carl stated matter-of-factly. “Oh… um… I…” was about all I could get out. “So, that’s a yes. Yeah, all you boys seem to get turned on by big cock. Bet you’re hoping to see it too. Maybe just to see how big I really am?” he leered. I just looked away, and then nodded. “So, why don’t you help ol Saint Dick along a bit and tell me what all you’ve done with your buddy Matt?” he says as his hand drops to his lap. “I have NEVER done anything with Matt!” I say, flustered. “Well, you ain’t innocent. I can tell you’ve got some miles on ya. So tell me. Who’s fucking that tight little bubble butt of yours? Give an old horny Santa some details!” And here I was. Sitting in the broken down Gingerbread house in the middle of the dead mall with a sketchy old [banned word] Santa, and he was asking about my sex life. And I was honestly thinking about doing it. After all, I was here— and I’ve never told a soul about any of my escapades. I kinda liked the idea of speaking my truth out loud, you know? Boy, If you’d have told me this is where my day would have ended up, I’d have told you that you were smoking crack. So I took a deep breath and started to tell him about Jimmy. “The, um, most stuff I’ve done is with a guy in my class named Jimmy Pulaski. He’s on the swim team and one of the school jocks. I met him at this one girl’s birthday party over the summer. We were both drinking a little and he followed me into the bathroom because we both had to go. We both peed at the same time, and before I knew it we were making out. And then I was blowing him right there in the bathroom. It didn’t take long. Then about a week later he sees me at school and asks what I’m doing after. I tell him not much, and he invites me over because his parents don’t get home until 6. And we end up messing around again—me blowing him. Then it becomes this regular thing. And soon we go from blowjobs to him fucking me. The first time was in his bedroom after school. Mostly it’s in his bedroom, and it’s always him fucking me. He doesn’t blow me or jack me or anything- we just fuck. I mean, it’s fun I guess. I like it. Sometimes I even cum while he’s fucking me…” I’m lost in the remembrance for a moment, and then I snap out of it. My eyes dart down and I see Carl stroking himself through the red suit pants. He looks like he’s at full mast. “Ah, young lust. I remember those days well. When the straight boys just sort of fucked because it was convenient and fun. So, how’s that polack dick? Any good?” Carl inquires. “Um…yeah. It’s pretty decent. Thick. He’s uncut. Probably about 7 inches I guess? It feels good.” “No condom I’m guessing,” he says. It’s not really a question. I shake my head no. He cum in you?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “And you like that, don’t you?” Carl leers and licks his lips. “Yes,” I say again even more quietly. “And that’s what makes you a naughty boy. And I think it’s why you came back tonight.” I don’t respond, but the butterflies in my stomach are basically beating out a morse code of YESYESYES. Carl stands up slowly and his crotch is right in front of me. The red santa suit pants tent out obscenely in front of him. I sit there, frozen. “Go on, boy. You know you want to. Just unzip the pants and haul it out. It won’t hurt you… yet.” I hesitate, and he flexes it inside the pants. I can see a wet spot starting to seep through the velvet, darkening the fabric to the color of blood. I reach out slowly and brush his hardness through the pants. His dick jumps as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” I think. “But just a look. Just to see how big…”. And then my fingers find the fly and slowly pull down the zipper. I reach in and feel the heat pulsing from his groin. I have to fish around a bit to get him through the opening, but then there it is. This massive, ruddy, rock hard prong jutting out proudly from the santa pants. It’s hard to tell exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve seen. It’s of porn proportions. I grip the base of it just to feel it, and my fingers don’t touch around his girth. “Holy shit,” I manage. “I get that a lot,” he chuckles. He then reached down to also tug out his balls. He has the proverbial “old man balls” going on, but they’re equally as epic as his cock. His balls are BIG. And they HANG. They literally hang to the middle of his thighs. “Holy SHIT,” I say again. “In my youth, I spent time doing the ball stretching thing. And now gravity has taken over, especially when they’re full like they are now. After all, I had cute twink edge me up all day.” He looks down at me and winks. “They really get swinging when I’m fucking, too. They’ll swing and slap your nuts and dick.” I don’t know quite what to say to that. “Ok Kyle. Time to show me what that mouth can do. Suck me like you suck Jimmy,” he commands. “Um, I’m not sure…” I start. “Yes you are. You want it. That’s why you came here tonight. You want it all. You wanna taste it. And Once you get a taste, I bet you’re gonna want me to fuck you.” “Oh, I don’t think I could ever take THAT. It would rip me open!” I say. “You’d be surprised what a willing bottom can take,” he says. His dick jumps in front of me again, and a drop of precum squeezes out the piss slit and starts to drool down from the end in a long string. I reach out and touch it with my fingers, fascinated. And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I touch my fingers to my tongue. His precum is slightly bitter and salty. “There you go… that’s a good boy. Now, let’s get the head in your mouth.” My brain is racing again—what the fuck am I doing? Am I really going to go down on Sketchy Santa? At the MALL?? It’s getting late and I should be home. What that fuck kind of faggot am I? But then I look at that massive cock again and it hits me like a slap. I know exactly what kind of faggot I am. And I take the great knob of his cock into my mouth greedily. Carl’s head tips back and he lets out a big sigh as I start sucking him. Admittedly I don’t think I’m that good a cock sucker. I gag way too much and I really don’t know what all I should be doing. Mostly I just slurp around and move my hand up and down. Carl doesn’t seem to mind though. And jesus, he’s fucking big! I can maaaaaybe get 1/3 of him in my mouth before I gag and have to stop. I’ve heard of guys and girls deepthroating entire cocks (MJ brags that she can do it), but I can’t. His head is just too big to even think about going down my throat. I take a break from sucking and get my hands around him to sort of “measure” him. I put my right hand at the base, and my left on top of that. Then I took my right hand off and put it on top of my left… and the head of his dick was still above my thumb and forefinger. Fuck. Three full hands worth of dick. Plus the head! I also take a measure of his balls. I grab at the base of his ball sack, and his balls still hang freely below my hand. I experiment by trying to take one testicle in my mouth. Carl moans in delight as I tongue and lightly suck on one testie. There’s no way I could get both in. “You like Santa’s sack, huh boy?” Carl says. “Yeah, I do sir,” I reply as I go back to playing with his nuts. “Well, there’s lots of little toys in that sack just waiting for a good boy to receive them.” I went back to sucking his cock as best I could for awhile, but suddenly Carl steps back and away from my mouth. “Ok, boy. I think it’s time I got a closer look at that ass of yours.” He hoists me up by my armpits, spins me over to the makeup table and bends me over. “Oh, I don’t know about… I’ve never done….” I say with some trepidation. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just gonna eat that little pucker of yours. But first, let me get rid of this damn Santa beard.” In the mirror, I see him reach up and start to tug at the phony beard. “Wait! Um… can you leave the beard on?” I ask tentatively. “And… um… maybe put on the santa hat?” Carl meets my eyes in the mirror and chuckles. “Ho Ho Ho! Well it seems young Kyle has a Santa kink! You like silver daddies, Kyle? Santa types with beards? Is that what turns you on?” I blushed furiously in response. Honestly, I didn’t know why I asked. Sure, my head was always turned by older men— coaches, teachers, etc. But there was just something about this scene. The mall santa (sketchy as he was), the gingerbread house, the beard and the suit… for some reason it all enticed me. I couldn’t explain it. “Well Kyle. Let’s see if this hole is as naught and nice as I suspect it is.” Carl is now talking a bit more like Santa, and I gotta be honest. It’s doing it for me. How fucked is THAT? Carl pulls down my sweats to reveal my bare ass. I feel his bony hands pull open my ass cheeks, and then I feel his hot breath in the crack of my ass. “Fuckin beautiful,” he exhales, before diving his tongue into my quivering hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nobody has ever eaten my ass, and the feeling is exquisite. The heat. The wetness. The movement of the tongue. The beard… my god. The BEARD! I can feel myself relaxing and trying to spread my legs wider, only to be hampered by the sweats binding my legs up. Carl sees what I’m doing and he deftly helps me lose my shoes and sweats. While still tonguing my fuckpucker, he pulls off my right shoe. And then he works my sweats down and off that foot. Once freed, I’m able to spread my legs wide and bend over more for Carl, so he has more access to my hole. And I’m loving every second. Mostly my eyes are closed for this, but I did open them briefly and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The naked lust on my face. The blown pupils. “You’re a slut like MJ,” I thought to myself. “Only worse. You’re letting a random stranger do this. And not just a stranger—one old enough to be your grandpa.” And yeah. God help me, I fucking loved it. While Carl was buried in my butthole, I piped up and asked him. “Hey Carl? How old are you?” Carl stopped eating my ass and leaned back. “Why? How old are YOU?” he says suspiciously. “You’re a mall santa eating the ass of a young guy in your dressing house— something tells me you don’t really care how old I am,” I say. “Look kid. I ain’t no pedo. I like my boys to be old enough to know what they’re doing and appreciate this cock. And I would really prefer not to go back to prison so….” “Is that where you got that tattoo?” I gesture to his shoulder. He looks at it. “Oh yeah. That’s where I got it,” he says with a wry smile. “Well, don’t worry. As of September I’m old enough to vote and serve our country. All good.” Carl goes back to eating my ass. He pauses just long enough to say from my crack, “I’m 68.” “Wow. My grandpa Henry is only 61,” I say. “You turned off by a man 50 years your senior eating your hole, boy?” “No. Not at all. Actually, it’s kinda hot knowing that older guys are still horny for it.” And to show that he is, he redoubles his efforts on my hole. I’m not sure how long Carl ate my ass. He kept tonguing and spitting and tonguing and spitting, and occasionally teasing my hole with a finger. I could feel my back arching and my ass pressing back into his face and finger—I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t think I could take what was bound to happen next. Carl, being a savvy man of the world could read my body language. He stood up and moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he did this. I watched as he drooled a lot of spit out onto my ass and his cock, and then I felt him slowly start to slide his massive meat against my spit slick crack. Just the feel of that much cock sliding against me has me almost cumming. Involuntarily I start moving in rhythm with his humping motion, getting that monster to slide in my crack like a Chicago footlong in a bun. I see him reach across the makeup table where he grabs the jar of Vaseline. Shit- I guess we’re going old school for this, I think. He scoops up a generous portion and starts to finger my hole with it. He’s very good—teasing and circling around slowly. Eventually working in a finger. Then two. But I’m tensing up for the fingering. No guy has ever put a digit in me either—only dick. So his bony fingers feel sharp and foreign. Next he slathers up his dick with another goodly amount of Vaseline. I see his hefty meat shining in the lights from the mirror. He goes back to rubbing it against my ass, and then he stops and positions his head at my pucker. “Wait. Shouldn’t we get a condom?” “Why? You don’t make Jimmy wear one. Or the other guys. Why start now? And trust me—it’s going to be hard enough getting this inside without the friction and tightness of a condom.” And to emphasize his point, Carl nudges his head forward a fraction of an inch. Even with the Vaseline it burns a bit. “Oh dear baby jesus… that’s never going in,” I said with a shiver. “Oh yes it will. All it takes is a little Christmas magic,” he says. Carl reaches into the pocket of his Santa pants and pulls out a small, brown bottle. He hands it to me. “What’s this?” I say? “Christmas magic, of course,” he says with a grin. “You ever wonder how Santa can get his fatness up and down all those tight, little chimneys? Well, a little whiff of what’s in this bottle is all it takes.” I am really hesitant at this point, and I draw the line at drugs. So I just hold the bottle, and Carl says “Suit yourself.” And he starts to push inside me. “Oh FUCK that hurts!” I cry out as I try to squirm away. “Hush up!” Carl commands. “These walls aint exactly soundproof.” He starts to slowly push in again. “Wait wait wait!” I whisper. “I think I need some magic.” Carl pauses as I uncap the bottle. I’m met with a sweet, yet acrid chemical smell. “Just place the bottle under you nose and inhale a bit. It’s like smelling salts… for your asshole.” So I place the bottle under my nose and take a deep sniff. The warmth soon floods over my body and I feel tingly and a bit dizzy. I also notice a pressure at my asshole. A slightly burning, stretching feeling, and a fullness inside. Somewhere in my brain, I realize that Carl’s huge penis is starting to make it’s way inside me. I also dimly realize that it hurts a bit, but I also kinda don’t mind that it hurts a bit. “Oh my god…” I exhale. “Just you wait, kiddo. I ain’t even CLOSE to being all the way in. Take another whiff and we’ll see how far I can get.” With a few more inhalations of the brown bottle and some steady pressure from Carl, he slowly starts to make forward progress. Carl has one of those dicks that is ramrod straight and hard, but not like steel. There is still a little sponge to the head and shaft. Like he’s 95% hard and rarin’ to fuck. Soon I feel my ass stuffed to the point of tearing. I also feel a dull pain inside where evidently Carl’s prick has hit bottom. “Ouch,” I tell him. “I think that’s as much as I can take. Maybe you should pull out now.” “You mean like this?” he says, as he slowly starts to retreat out of me. The long pullout is intense and makes me shudder as his meat drags across my prostate. “Oh FUCK me that’s good!” I manage to croak out. Carl doesn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he leaves his head parked inside and adds more Vaseline to his dick. Then he starts the long, slow slide back in. His dick moves more easily this time—like either I’m relaxing more or the Vaseline has finally slickened me up enough. Carl bottoms out again, and backs out again. Rinse. Repeat. And I occasionally hit the bottle for relaxation help. After a few minutes, he pushes in to the stopping point again. “Kid, we gotta get past this point. I’m at your second ring and I got a good two inches left of dick to give you. You need to trust me that once I get past this point, you are gonna find the true meaning of Christmas. So take a good whiff and relax for me.” I do as I’m told and I exhale and will myself to relax. I feel Carl’s massive head pushing deep inside my guts. It hurts, I’m not going to lie. But in a weird way. Like, it’s both a sharp and dull ache inside me, but there is a pleasure quotient that is also undeniable. He pushes ever so slowly and the pain builds, and then… Joy to the motherfucking WORLD! “Now THAT’S a good boy!” Carl exclaimed. “You just made my secret ‘special’ Naughty List!” The feeling when his head breached that deep deep place inside me? I honestly don’t know how to describe it. Once his head popped in—I felt his cock slide easily all the way to the root inside me. The brief intense pain was replaced by pleasure that nearly caused my knees to buckle. “Oh… my… God… Oh……. My……. GOD!” I gasped. Carl stayed buried inside me and made small movements back and forth and around, and all of it was pure pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew, maybe about midway, and then pushed forward again. This time his head popped in with only a little resistance.” “Now you’re opening up. I told you Santa had a big ol present for a special boy!” I was now freely hitting the bottle and getting more into the fuck while Carl started to slowly pick up tempo. I honestly lost track of time in my haze, but before long, Carl was really giving me all of this dick. Like slowly pulling out until only his head was inside, then shoving in until his bony hips slapped my muscle butt. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m taking it all!” I groan. “Yeah, all the precum I’m leaking has lubed you up inside so your guts are slick. We can get to fuckin now,” he says. Carl then started to fuck and snap his hips forward. That’s when I felt the first ball slap. As promised, his balls swung forward and tapped mine making me gasp. “Oh!” The feeling both startled me and turned me on. “Told ya, kiddo. My balls will really get to slapping you now.” And they did. More bottle snorts, more relaxation, and I caught myself in the mirror again. This time I watched. It was like I was watching one of the porn scenes I so frequently jacked off to. Only I was also feeling the pleasure from the fuck at the same time. The guy in the mirror was gooned out all the way, tongue lolling out, drooling on the table. Fucking back onto Santa with every thrust and having his balls slap repeatedly into his balls and taint. And Santa was gripping the guy in the mirror’s hips hard, as he hungrily watched his cock disappear repeatedly inside the young guy’s ass. “Oh Christ kid, you’ve got me close!” Santa says. Carl keeps fucking me with all of his might and I swear I feel his cock get harder. Like that extra 5%, which translated into like another half inch of dick and some extra girth. I’m feeling every damn thrust from him and my insides are starting to ache mightily. His balls are also tightening up, as they’re now only slapping into my taint, which is oddly working up my own orgasm. I know what’s coming (or so I think) and the small, intellectual part of my brain is saying “don’t let this stranger cum inside you.” But the animal side of my brain has fully taken over now and I find myself willing him to cum. I WANT to feel him cum inside me. I DESERVE it after all. “You ready for your gift Kyle? Santa has a special gift for naughty boys!” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror. “It’s coming. Do you want Santa’s gift? Tell me you’ve been a naughty boy. Beg me for your gift!” “Fuck yeah, Santa! I’ve been so fucking naughty! Letting guys fuck me. I want your special gift for Christmas! Please Santa?” “Here it come’s boy! A gift you’ll never forget!” And with that he thrusts one more time, hard, and buries himself deep inside me. And I feel it. I feel him cum. The throbs of his orgasm cause his cock to press deeper inside me and stretch my hole. I feel every spurt. Every dick twitch as he unloads all the way up inside me. The feeling of him cumming inside me pushes me over the edge. This entire time I’ve been rock hard and leaking precum everywhere, but I haven’t once touched my dick, and neither has Carl. But we didn’t need to. Carl is still spurting inside me when I arch back and start launching my load. I’m proud to say I completely spackled that makeup mirror and table. It was running down in streaks like a scene in a horror film. Carl saw it and just chuckled. “I’m gonna have to clean that before Eric comes in tomorrow,” he says. Now that I’ve cum, the realization of what I’ve done is starting to set in. I start to panic a little as I pull off Carl’s softening dick. When he slides out of my ass, a large blob of cum drips out of my hole and hits the floor. “Oh my god! You fucked me. You CAME in me! What the fuck was I thinking?? Jesus, you tricked me you fucking [banned word]!” I spat. “Now now, Kyle, don’t get chippy. You wanted this. You know you did. And hell, I just bet in a couple days you’ll come back to visit Santa because that ass will be craving another Christmas gift.” I start to reply but am cut short by a PA announcement from the Mall. “The Mall will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the exits.” “Better get going home to Mom, kiddo,” Carl says with a smirk. “Hope you enjoy your gift. Oh, and if you want more, you know where to find me. Maybe next time I can arrange for another Santa too? I know Terry the black Santa here would love a shot at that ass.” I pulled up my sweats, threw on my shoe and beat feet for the exit… and home. I beat myself up the entire drive home, cursing Carl and my stupidity. I dashed past mom while apologizing for being late and ran to my room. As I lay in bed, I tried to forget what had happened at the mall. But my sore wet ass was a constant reminder. As was my relentless boner that took jacking off 3 times to make go away. And yeah- I thought about Carl’s cock breeding me every time I jacked for the next 4 days. Until I went back to the mall on Monday evening….
    4 points
  5. About 20 years ago, I had been playing with men for 10-15 years, getting sucked, and then next sucking. I was surprised how rapid the progression was. I just wanted to get a blow job that felt good, and a few months after starting all I wanted was a dick in my mouth. Does this happen to everyone? Well, of course, after cruising adult bookstores, parks and rest stops, I was presented with an ass one night. It was at a rest stop about 20 miles from my home (I still go there). Men were cruising in and out of the bathrooms and then across the way up the hill behind the big pine tree. One guy I had met in the bathroom door, followed me up the hill. I got down on my knees right away and begin to suck his big cock. It didn’t take long and he got down on his hands and knees and suck me as I knelt on the grass. When he got me hard, he turned around, and there it was a bare asshole, inviting me in. I had my pants at my ankles and my dick was hard, like a rock. But I got nervous, being my first time, and there were some people up here by the tree. I went kind of soft. So he turned around and sucked me hard again. I am an exhibitionist and I had been playing with blow jobs for years. It was in my head that night that “this is what I want to do, this is the next step.” This time as my bare cock entered his soft, wet Asshole, I put my hands on his hips and fucked hard. I had taken my shirt off and was, and effect, naked, while those two guys were milling up the hill, just 15 feet away. It made me so damn horny. I decided right there and then I’m gonna be a man fucker. This is what I want. I was stiff and hard in his asshole, feeling so good to finally having real and complete sex with a man. My thighs were slapping against his ass with a loud crack and he would moan, as I shoved it in hard. Then I felt it building up … all these years of my dick belonging to women, now, I felt it was where it should be. As I thrust my body against his, squirting every last bit of my white cum deep inside him, I knew that I had become a man who wants men. All I wanted from that point forward is a man in my mouth, a man in my ass, or my dick in a man. I changed that night, and I feel so good about it. I’m proud and happy to be here. I’m gay pig.
    4 points
  6. Safewords are not “training wheels”, and every experienced submissive in the BDSM lifestyle has one, and incorporates it as a matter of course in every scene negotiated with a Dominant. Every Dominant worthy of the name asks for, expects, and respects the safeword. Both parties expect that it will never be uttered, because of the trust they are placing in one another. The word is a safety precaution to avoid real harm, not a cop-out feature or signal of weakness. No submissive who takes his submission seriously will use his safeword unless at the end of need; its use will cause a sense of failure in both parties - in the Dominant, a sense of failure at mastery of his power, and a failure of due care, and in the submissive a failure to endure, and to serve. No scene is ever a contest to see what it takes for the Dominant to force the submissive to say his safeword. Such a thing would be abhorrent to anyone in the lifestyle. Those who say they don’t have one or refuse to use one a) are inexperienced, b) never engage in play that rises to the level in which a safeword would be remotely necessary, or c) are foolish. There is no ‘bragging right’ to be had in claiming that you have or use no safeword; it only says that you do not clearly communicate with your sex partners, and a discerning Dominant might well decline to interact with you if you say you don’t use one. My safeword is simply ‘Red’, because it’s more or less universally understood throughout the BDSM community even if it were not explicitly discussed in scene negotiation. I also use ‘Yellow’ as a ‘slow-down’ word in the way @hntnhole mentions above, though I am far from a novice; I use it (exceedingly sparingly) to allow a Dominant to fine-tune the subtleties of his technique as we spend time exploring and expanding the boundaries of my endurance. I have always made my safewords clear; I have never said ‘Red’ because I have used ‘Yellow’ to make sure I never needed to. Note: I do not employ my red word in vanilla sex, as most men outside the BDSM lifestyle do not understand the concept or its significance, and because if the kind of action that would prompt its use in BDSM occurs in a vanilla context, you’re most likely dealing with a sexual assault or rape, and no safeword is going to help you.
    4 points
  7. My friend came home from the navy for Thanksgiving yesterday . Hit me up asked me if I was down to chill. I had just got back from work and had nothing else going on so I went over. We chill, talks some to catch up on things then he straight up says yo let me hit that ass. I was like since when u into dudes like that? He had let me blow him when he was drunk before but never sober. He said his friend there showed him a thing or two and he knows my ass gonna make him bust a big one. By the time I could utter a word he had his dick out his sweats. He slid his dick down my throat and he moaned out how he as missed my wet mouth. In no time he was bricked up told me to get on my back with my legs up . He raw fucked me slow and deep and ended up taking me to pound town. After some time he came in me no warning. He said he wanted his cum flowing in me. He then kept fucking me for a long time before eventually he shot another load in me. I rode him for a third one before I left his place.
    3 points
  8. My initiation into piss play was a surprise. I was playing with my fuck buddy and we were in our third day. I can tell you for sure we were definitely wasted. I was still a new player and my "Trainer" was the guy I was playing with. He had taken a clean cut vanilla sex guy and in one night turned me in to a cum sucking leather whore dog. We had been playing weekly for about three months and on this night he said I would be getting a surprise. Well I was all a twitter about it . Being very much "adjusted" made me like a little kid at Christmas. Finally he asked me if I wanted anything to drink and me having been sweating like a dog in heat naturally said yes. He went to the kitchen and returned several minutes later with a bottle of "beer". I took it and immediately took a large swig of the contents. It was not beer and at first I thought it was some kind of power drink. Then I realized what it was. My buddy started laughing and said I had to drink the whole bottle or pack up and go home. I hesitated for what seemed like an hour (it was about 15 seconds) and started drinking. After several swigs my dick started to get hard. I was a piss drinking convert. My buddy came to me grabbed the bottle which was still about half full and poured it over my head. I loved it. It wasn't long before I was getting piss down my throat, up my ass and pissing in and on my buddy. I love being a Nasty Piss Whore Dog.
    2 points
  9. I was about 20 in an ABS in Caldwell, ID, and I had been there before and sucked and been sucked through the glory holds before. One night I went in, got some quarters and headed in back into a booth. I put in some quarters and looked through the hole into the next booth and saw a good.looking 6 inch cock, so I made all the right moves and he brought it over and pushed it into the hole and into my mouth. Delicious. Just what I wanted. After a few minutes he pulled back and sent me all the right signals. He wanted my dick, so I pulled down my pants and sent it through the hole. He had a very hot, very wet mouth. After 4 or 5 minutes I pulled back and motioned for his dick again. When it came through, i got back on my knees and continued where I left off. He really did have a lovely dick. Just the right length for sucking, beautiful taste and tons of sweet pre. Then he pulled back and motioned for me again. I had been to this place before. I was 20 and I had some experience, but all oral. I'd never had a boyfriend and this was not the place to find one. I'd never topped or bottomed. I pushed back through the hole and felt his hot wet mouth again. He was slobbering all over my dick. The glory hole was big enough that he reached through and started plying with my balls. I could see his lips when I opened my eyes and.looked down. And then it stopped. And I waited. Then I felt his hands. I thought he was going to go into hand job mode. I was a little disappointed. Then I felt his mouth again and closed my eyes. But it felt different. It felt tighter. Maybe he let someone else in the booth and this was someone else. It was so much tighter and so much hotter and it felt soooooo goooood. He pushed down as far as he could go up against the plywood partition and I looked and saw the top of his ass. He was fucking me through the glory hole and I was in heaven. I had no idea who this guy was but I was deep inside of him and he was making the whole booth rattle as he pumped himself back and forth on the wall. I reached up and grabbed the top of the partition, partly to keep myself from collapsing (my knees started getting shaky when I realized I was in this guy's ass) and partly to try to muffle the sound. I was struggling with my identity at the time. I wasn't sure who I was or what I wanted. I was also struggling with the fact that my first fuck was with a stranger and without a condom, but I put all that aside and started fucking him back. It didn't last long and about 60 seconds later I was cumming in his ass. He must have been able to tell because he pushed back and held himself tight to the wall as I pumped my load into him. It was 8 good spurts and 36 years later I can still remember every single one of them. It wasn't just a great first fuck, it is still one of the best I've ever had. Definitely in the top 5. After I came, he pulled off and I sat back down on the folding chair, panting and looking through the hole to see if I could finish him off (and maybe see his face), but he was pulling up his pants and leaving. It took me a minute or two to pull up my pants and collect myself and then I headed outside to see if I could connect with this guy. The ABS had an entrance on one of the main streets downtown and a more discreet entrance on the alley. I went out through the alley entrance and there was no one out there. I walked back to where I had parked and there were other people around, but I had no clue if one of them was my guy. I have fucked and been fucked lots since then, sometimes with condoms, mostly not. I understand it when a guy wants it wrapped, but that first really sspoiled me for bareback.
    2 points
  10. 3rd pig in less than 12 hours. Fucking bull now
    2 points
  11. Husband was returning late yesterday evening from his vacation (meaning I had only one more night to host and play without restriction). Yesterday, I took 12 loads & gave 2. Texted my fwb Jason telling him I was in heat. He breed two loads into me over lunch. He was so excited to hit it first and did a great job opening me up, haha. Daddylicious fwb Howard came over. He knew I was preloaded. We made out and he felched them outta me. He gave me loads # 3 & 4. He then proceeded to suck me off. He was so turned on by that, he then gave me load # 5. After work, hot teacher Jesse came by. I miss making out with him and feeling his tight little latin body around mine. Load # 6. Hot dads school administrator Paul & artist Dan came by after work. Took turns wrecking me. Loads #7 & 8. Midwestern hottie Craig stopped by. It was so hot in my apt, we each had to shower and take a break. When we resumed, he planted #9 into me. Next, a 7pm foursome with young BBC Trey (new potential fwb), neighbor David, & salt & pepper Thomas came over. All of them fucked me & David bottomed for Trey too. Trey & David each bred me. #10 & 11. Side note: I’m going to fuck Trey this weekend; he did well in his first group with me. Looking fwd to growing our friendship; he’s so beautiful and a great kisser. Finally, retired executive Tom came over. Haven’t seen him in years since he moved to North Carolina. I forgot how fat his enormous thick Dick is. He bred me silly for load # 12. Afterwards, I fucked a hot muscle daddy. I moaned so loud as I erupted inside of him 😁 I’m sore, sleepy, and smiling as I write this. XD Hope you all are having as much fantastic, passionate Sex as I am. XOXO
    2 points
  12. It wasn't my intention for the post to do anything other than spark a chance for members to relate their experiences without glorifying the process. I struggled whether to post this in the general HIV health forum or in the backroom. I chose the general HIV health forum to be able to cut to the chase quicker and to keep fictional details and fantasizing to a minimum.
    2 points
  13. This is a good story. Secluded house with a sling set up on a porch. Hot.
    2 points
  14. My first fuck was bare. Then was a strict condoms only guy, but when I started visiting saunas, usually slightly intoxicated and still closeted, I went bare again as it made me feel good, slutty and sleazy. But still condoms when doing a ‘proper’ hookup. But started dating an older man/daddy who convinced me to go bare with him, he was undetectable. He showed me it was what I really wanted and he helped me get to be my real sleazy self.
    2 points
  15. Let’s be very, very clear that the OP’s topic title is an inquiry about how long one would normally expect an untreated HIV infection to develop to late-stage disease, that is, AIDS. The title does not imply that there is a good or preferred time for an HIV-positive person to choose to let his condition deteriorate to AIDS. It’s never “time to let it happen”. (And if the OP did mean to imply that, the topic has no place on the health board.) The time from seroconversion to diagnosis of AIDS will vary based on a number of factors, with a median of 12 years within a range of 9 months to 20 years. In my case, I believe the process took just over three years, from my hospitalization for seroconversion illness to my hospitalization in which I was diagnosed with AIDS.
    2 points
  16. I'm trying to get better. Some days are okay then some days either trauma, dysphoria, or depression or even all three hit. Some days I find myself standing on my bridge looking down trying to find a reason not to jump off. My list of reasons to keep going is getting longer, so that's progress 🤗🤗
    2 points
  17. I couldn't help but picture the cast of "bad Santa" with Billy Bob Thornton....there was a scene he took a Big gal into the dressing room and butt fucked her.... she said "I won't shit right for a week." Looking forward to reading the next chapter or two.
    2 points
  18. Fill me up after a hot and sweaty cycle ride
    2 points
  19. CHAPTER FOUR "Promise me you'll never party without me." "Promise me you'll introduce me to anyone else you fuck." "Promise me you'll never slam." These were just a few of the limits Manny tried to impose on our partying. And I would only find out years later that I was the only one trying to follow his rules and feeling like a failure every time I strayed. Finally, we broke up under the weight of too little honest communication and two many miles between us. Still, we both wanted to maintain a friendship as much as possible and so every now and then we'd end up camming and smoking or just texting while high, feeling driven to share whatever hot sleazy scene we'd recently stumbled into. When I started fucking a Brazilian nurse who convinced me to try slamming, I was so turned on by the rush that I shared that with Manny. "This body builder is on his way over and he wants to introduce me to my first slam" I texted him at 2AM one Saturday in June. Usually when I sent him a PnP-related text he'd reply with "Fuckkn hot, bud. Send me video" or some variation. In fact, there were many times when I'd be coming home from work on the subway, a text from him would fly in telling me who or what tweaker is breeding his hole this very moment and I'd find myself impulsively texting one of my dealers to score so I could race home, fire up the pipe and cam with him and sometimes watch him get gang banged. So when I wanted to share the excitement over the line I was about to cross into new terrirory, yielding to a slampig to become one myself, I wasn't prepared for his reply. "Do not ever slam. That's a step too far. Slamming is too dangerous." Paolo arrived at my apartment smelling like sweat. As soon as he walked in, he made a b-line for the sofa, where he emptied his knapsack, revealing a pencil case full of 6 pre-loaded syringes. "Take off your shirt," he commanded as he found a tourniquet, alcohol swab and needle for my first flight. My cell phone was buzzing incessently. "Fuckbuddy trying to reach you," he asked I glanced down. "No. Just Worried ex-boyfriend." I texted Manny. "OK. I won't. Don't worry." as I extended my arm toward Paolo, letting him tie the band around my bicep. I looked away cause needles made me nervous but I felt him swab the area, prick the needle in. Next thing I heard the snap of the rubber being removed from my arm and him guiding my arm up overhead as a wave of intense heat and a cough overtok me. I started writhing and struggling to catch my breath as I saw Paolo hitting his own arm and then sitting his jock ass right on my fevered face. He had told me not to shower when he was on his way and his hole tasted so ripe and musky. I loved it. He then came up to face me and kiss me so he could taste his own hole on my mouth and he confessed how badly he needed to breed me and how hot it was giving me my very first slam. "You love it?" "I fuckin love this. Oh my god give me your uncut raw dick" "I really need to cum inside you" he said "I need that too" And we flip fucked for a couple hours. My phone started ringing. "Who's calling?" "The ex from LA" I said. "Answer and talk to him." "Hello," I answered the phone barely able to catch my breath. Paolo's cock was getting my hole so wet. "Are you okay?" I heard Manny sounding concerned. "Yeah. I'm really really good," I said. "Did you slam?" "No. No. I'm high. But just from smoking. Are you high?" I heard Manny getting fucked. "I was thinking about it," he lied. "Hot" I said as I watched Paolo reach into his bag for another syringe for us both. He looked at me with an evil grin asking if I want another one with his eyes. I nodded. Still on the phone with Manny I watched thi s time as the needle found a big vein in my arm, registered and slowly pushed the drug into my bloodstream. I let my breathing get more labored until I coughed. "Did you slam" he asked and Paolo grabbed my phone hung up for me and then slammed himself into the stratosphere. I took a pic of Paolo's muscular arm with a tourniquet wrapped around his bicep and texted it to Manny before turning off my phone and turning onto the intense heat of the rush of meth pumping directly in our veins.
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  20. This is absolutely true. Not only was it the first time I was fucked it also the first time I had any real homosexual feelings or physical contact. Ive never actually l told this anyone. Needless to it changed my life. When I was 17 I was really into motorcycle (I still am) A friend came over to see me on his bike and said he was going to see his cousin in Chiswick West London and asked if I fancied a spin over to see him. It was only a short ride, about 30 minutes so, I accepted the invitation. We arrived at his flat and I was immediately struck how his cousin looked like Anthony Andews, an English actor who had been in a TV drama based on the Evelyn Waugh book 'Brideshead Revisited' I had always thought I was completely straight until I'd watched that series but his character was obviously gay and I was surprised to have a bit of a crush on him. Any how my friends cousin looked alot like him. We went out for a drink in a local pub then returned to his flat where we had a few glasses of wine. I'm not and never have been much of a drinker. My mate said he had to go but, his cousin seeing I was very slightly inebriated said I could stay if I didn't want to ride my bike. Drink and motorcycles don't mix and even at that age I was fairly sensible. After my friend left his cousin poured more wine and the left the room returning a short time later wearing a dressing gown. I was sitting in an armchair and he sat on the floor infront of me. I was very taken with him and kept glancing under his dressing gown to see if was wearing anything underneath. We chatted and due to the alcohol I lost some of my inhibitions. We were both smiling and chatting, about what I can't remember and I continued trying to see under his dressing gown. He obviously noticed me looking several times and eventually said he thought I had enough to drink and he'd show me the bedroom. I quickly discovered there was only one bedroom in the flat. He told me to put my clothes on a chair. I turned round to do so, keeping my underwear on. When I turned round he was naked on the bed. I remember turning as red as a beetroot and was very embarrassed. He just smiled and told me to come to him. I told him I'd never done anything with another man and he told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. Of course once we held each other and kissed we did everything. It was painful the first time I was penetrated but he was the gentlest of lovers and the whole experience was absolutely wonderful. I fell for him big time but, he was a little older than me with different interests but, I will always have a huge soft spot for him, his gentleness and consideration.
    2 points
  21. I want the cock in my mouth. I've had guys try to shoot at my open mouth and miss it completely. Sort of a waste of a good load, in my opinion. I also prefer it not so deep that it's in my throat because I like to taste it as it floods my mouth and hold the load in my mouth until he has pulled out. But once he's cum, and before he can pull out, I'll take the cock all the way to my throat again. That usually draws out another moan or two.
    2 points
  22. Part 6 I didn't see TJ for a few days until he showed up at my door Thursday evening holding a duffel bag. He smelled horrible and looked even worse. His long hair was filthy and stringy and he was covered in dirt. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which wasn't far from the truth. Without a word I let him into my apartment and he moved to my couch. "On the floor!" I ordered him. "You're not sitting your filthy ass on my couch!" He dropped to his knees and sat down looking dejected and pathetic. I sat on the couch and offered him the loaded bong. He smiled up at me as he took it. After a few hits, he told me what was going on. It turns out that he had gone home to take a shower. His roommates, seeing him covered in dried cum and smelling like a cheap whore, knew he was tweaking hardcore and kicked him out right on the spot. They threw his clothes and his skateboard out the window and that was that. He was homeless. He spent the next few days and nights on the street, sleeping where he could. He had sold his skateboard to get a little bit of money for food, but that quickly ran out. He didn't know what else to do, so he turned to me for help. Big mistake. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for to finally finish what I had been working towards for weeks. I looked down on him and said, "You know, if I let you stay here, we're going to have to work out some way for you to pay me." "I know," he meekly replied. "I've already thought about it. I'm willing to suck your cock whenever you want. I'll suck your friends cocks too. Just please, can you help me out?" I didn't say a word as I fished my cock out of my shorts. After all, I wasn't agreeing to his terms, he just didn't know mine yet. He leaned forward and took me into his mouth. He really did a good job of sucking me, he was a natural at it. In no time flat I was feeding him another one of my dirty loads. Then I told him to take a shower. As he was cleaning days of dirt and grime off his skinny pale body, I prepared the bedroom for TJ's fate. By the time he finished his shower, I was back on the couch with 4 fat lines prepared on the mirror. I handed him a rolled up bill and he snorted down 2 of them like the junky he was becoming. I snorted the other 2 and sat back on the couch, enjoying the site of the naked teenager on my couch. I handed him the loaded pipe and told him to smoke the whole thing. As he blew out a big white cloud, I picked up some restraints I had beside the couch. "What are those?" He asked as a puzzled look crossed his face. "Just some leather accessories." I told him. "I've decided that cock sucking will only be one of your duties. You will also serve as my houseboy. You know, just some cleaning, lite cooking, laundry, stuff like that. But you have to wear a uniform." "Ok," he shrugged, blowing out another big cloud. My hands trembled a bit as I leaned down and attached the first restraint to his hairy ankle. So close, I was getting so close! I quickly had the second restraint around his other ankle. As he was torching the bowl for another hit, I reached up and attached first one, then the other restraint to his wrists. He barely paid attention as he concentrated on the bowl. As he blew out another big hit, I wrapped a collar around his neck, and buckled it. TJ just went with the flow and didn't question anything. After all, he was getting high again, and that's all he cared about. I sat back to enjoy the site before me. The black leather contrasted so beautifully with his pale skin. He looked every bit the perfect little piece of trash that he was. He looked at me with wide, saucer like eyes and I knew he was ready. Even if he wasn't, I was. "Come with me." I said, standing him up. "I'm going to show you one of your duties." He stood up and followed me to the bedroom, completely oblivious of what was about to happen to him. I pretended I was going to show him how to make my bed, and as soon as I had his right wrist in the corner, I had it attached to the chain on my headboard. "What the fuck?" He started. "What the fuck is going on?" I didn't say a word. I just pushed him onto the bed and jumped on his back, holding him down. He struggled beneath me, shouting "Let me go! Please! Don't do this!" He begged. I ignored him and soon had his other wrist attached as well. Now he wasn't going anywhere. He continued to yell and beg and plead, and as much as that turned me on, I didn't want the neighbors to hear his screams. I picked up a ball gag and forced it into his mouth, stifling his pleas. He kicked at me as I tried to secure his legs, but I just sat on them to hold them still as I attached them to more chains. After a bit more struggling, I stood up and looked down on my prize. TJ struggled hard trying to free himself as he yelled into the gag. Tears started to flow from his eyes as he realized there was no escape. I just enjoyed the site of my skater boy spread eagled and helpless, his legs spread apart, displaying his defenseless hairy ass. I shoved a shard up his ass as I lubed up my 11 inch monster. I also rubbed some fine powder all over his puckered hole. TJ moaned as he felt the burning. That was nothing compared to the burning he would soon feel! I took a bandana and poured some poppers on it and tied it around TJ's nose. Soon his body relaxed a bit as his head went into orbit. I placed the head of my dick against TJ's virgin hole. It was met with resistance, but I didn't care. I gave one really hard push, and my head popped past his anal ring. TJ's head flew back and his back arched as he screamed, but I didn't stop. I held onto his hips and continued pushing myself into him. Sweat covered his body and fresh tears streamed from his eyes as he half screamed and half sobbed into the gag. I had about three more inches to go when I felt some more resistance deep inside of him. I knew I was at his second sphincter. I grabbed his shoulders and used every bit of power I could muster and slammed myself all the way into him. TJ screamed and passed out. I held myself in the kid while I slapped his face a few times, and eventually he came back around. He just moaned in pain as I laid buried in him. I pulled out, enjoying seeing the red streaks that covered my cock. I knew I had tore the kid a bit, and that made me smile. TJ breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his hole being emptied, but it was short lived. I grabbed a prepared rig and a rubber hose, then I forced my cock all the way back into my skater boy. I tied off his bicep and twisted his arm so the good part was available and I saw a nice plump vein sticking up. Then I leaned into his ear. "Now, your going to feel a little prick in your arm, and if you know what's good for you, you won't move a muscle or you could get really hurt. Do you understand?" TJ shook his head yes. Then, with all 11 inches of myself buried in the kid, I swabbed his arm and very carefully stuck the needle in. TJ didn't flinch as I drew back to register blood, then slowly pushed the plunger down, administering a huge slam to the already fucked up boy. Then I pulled off the rubber hose and threw it and the needle aside. This was the moment I been waiting for. TJ's body went ridged as he started to cough. I just started fucking him as the rush went through his young body. I pulled about 5 inches out before slamming myself back in balls deep. Over and over I pounded his insides, my large p.a. battering his intestines. TJ started to moan in pleasure as my cock tore into him. I removed the ball gag and TJ just mumbled some gibberish. He grunted and moaned louder, like the cheap little whore he was, but was unable to form words, only pleasure sounds. I pounded his straight boy ass for 15 minutes before I started to feel the oncoming orgasm. I grabbed his long hair and pulled his head back as I let out long groan and pumped the first dirty load of this kids life into his wrecked innards. I collapsed onto him as my cock drained every bit of its seed into TJ. I eventually pulled out, admiring the pink slime covering my dick. TJ's hole already gaped open a bit and was an angry red colour. I grabbed my phone and called Paul. "Get over here!" I told him. "I just fucked the kid and he's ready for more cock!"
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  23. Part 5 TJ sat back on the couch as he rubbed his sore jaw. "I guess there's gonna more of that huh?" He asked. "Oh yea." I replied. "I told you this shit ain't cheap. If you want it, you've gotta earn it. He just sat there, not saying a word. "Now tell me, honestly, was it that bad? You really seemed to get into it there. Like you were really enjoying it." "It wasn't so bad, I guess." He replied. "I guess I thought it would be grosser." "And what about my cum?" "Well, that wasn't as gross as I thought either. I guess I'll have to get used to that huh?" "If you want to get high you do. Tit for tat." I said. "You'll learn that when you're sucking a man off, it's his right to cum wherever he wants to. If he wants to cum in your mouth, it's his right. If he wants to pull it out and cum on you, that's his right too." TJ just sat there looking at me with his fucked up eyes, not realizing what I was actually telling him. That I was going to use his mouth however I want, if he wants the drugs. "Now go get dressed!" We have an errand to run." In no time flat we were in the car heading to a friend's apartment. I had told TJ I was out of T, which I wasn't, and that we needed more. My friend was going to act like my supplier. It would be a while before I took him to my real dealer, who was a huge black dude. He was not ready for that. Yet. I parked the car and soon we were knocking on my friends door. Paul opened the door and smiled when he saw TJ. He ushered us in and into the living room. Paul's apartment was nothing special. Dingy, with some beat up old furniture. Paul was a 30 year old construction worker with a solid construction workers body. He actually used to be a priest, but he left the priesthood when he was 26. He decided he could no longer deny the gay, leather loving, cum loving, cock craving fag he was. I met him when he was 27, when he was still a condom queen. I was the first to introduce him to the party lifestyle, and soon I was fucking his tweaked up hole on a regular basis, raw of course. When he got the fuck flu, he knew I was the one that infected him, since he didn't let other guys do it raw. He of course refused to have anything else to do with me. It was just by chance that I ran into him in a bar, since I don't go to them much myself. When he saw me, he came and gave me a big hug, and thanked me for pozzing him. He said it allowed him to become the true pig he always knew he was. We celebrated by getting high as fuck and going to the bathhouse where I restrained him in the sling, blindfolded, and he was gangbanged all night long. Once I saw him naked, and I saw the big scorpion tattoo on his muscular pecs, I realized I had actually seen him here before quite a few times in the sling, but he usually had a leather hood on. So TJ sat on the ratty couch as Paul and I went into the bedroom to pretend to do business. There was a loaded pipe sitting on the coffee table, a total set up for TJ. When we came out, TJ was still on the couch, but sure enough, Paul's pipe had been moved. "Did you touch my pipe?" He asked TJ aggressively. TJ just looked at him and slowly nodded yes. "Did you smoke out of it?" He asked, raising his voice. An intimidated TJ replied with a weak voice, "I only took two hits, I swear! I didn't think you would mind." Paul moved like a flash. He grabbed TJ and yanked him off the couch throwing him against the wall and choking him with his forearm. He may have been 2 inches shorter than TJ, but he easily overpowered the skinny kid with sheer muscle. TJ just had a look of pure terror on his face. Paul got his face inches from TJ's and shouted at him. "Don't you EVER touch my shit without permission boy! Do you understand?" A very frightened TJ responded with a weak, "yes sir." "What!?" Shouted Paul as he grabbed TJ's balls and squeezed. "Yes SIR!" Replied TJ as he winced in pain. Paul threw him to the floor. "Well, I think you owe me something for that you little punk! You're gonna suck my cock!" "I don't do that." TJ whimpered. Paul grabbed TJ's long hair and yanked his head back painfully. "The hell you do you little thief!" He spat in his ear. "You stole from me, now take your fucking clothes off or I'll beat the crap out of you!" TJ started to remove his clothes with a shakey hand. He didn't move fast enough and Paul leaned down and pulled the boys clothes off so that a naked TJ was trembling on the dirty carpet. Paul grabbed his pipe and walked to the other side of the room and stood there. "Now crawl over here to me." He told the boy. Paul held out the pipe. "Crawl to me and you'll get a reward." I just sat in a chair and watched Paul do his magic. He was a damn good top when he wanted to be. "Come on boy. Crawl over here." Paul said, dangling the pipe. TJ succumbed to the lure of the pipe and crawled to where Paul stood. "That's a good boy." Paul crooned as he handed the pipe to TJ. The naked teenager knelt before Paul and accepted the pipe from him. He lit the torch and soon took a large hit. Paul took back the pipe as TJ exhaled. "Good boy. Now undo my pants and you'll get another hit. But you have to use your teeth." TJ moved his head toward Paul's crotch and started pulling on his jeans at the waist. Luckily they were button ups, and TJ had that task quickly done, and received another hit. "Now," continued Paul, "pull down my jeans, then with your teeth, pull down my jockstrap." TJ did what he was told. It was so hot watching this straight kid submit to a man. And I know he got a real good smell of Paul's raunchy jock. Once Paul's jock was around his ankles, TJ reached for Paul's pipe, thinking he would get a reward. "No no, you greedy little whore." He admonished the boy, "I didn't say you would get a reward for that. Now, do you want another hit before you suck daddy's cock?" TJ looked up and whispered, "Yes please Sir." "Ok, I want you to ask to suck my cock. Say, Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" TJ paused for a moment before he quietly replied, "Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" "I can't hear you." "Daddy, may I please suck your cock?" He asked in a loud voice this time. "Yes boy, you may." Said Paul, handing TJ the pipe. "Take two hits this time." TJ took two big hits, then handed the pipe to Paul. "Now start sucking!" He commanded the boy. TJ wrapped one hand around the base of Paul's cock and placed it in his mouth. Paul has the best dick to break a boys throat in. 7 inches, and not very fat. Just enough to get past a boys tonsils and in his throat. Paul hit the pipe as he watched the straight boy, that had just whored himself out for a few hits, work over his cock. TJ was doing great for his second cock, and it almost seemed that he liked being submissive. Paul set down the pipe and held TJ's head as he forced his full length into the boy. TJ tried to resist, but was no match for Paul. Soon his face was buried in Paul's pubes as he wretched and gagged. Paul pulled him off and TJ gasped for air as he spit up phlegm. Then Paul forced TJ's head back down to his pubes again as the boy choked and gagged some more. He kept repeating this until TJ started getting used to it and was able to suppress his gag reflex. A born cock sucker! Then Paul held TJ's head tight as he started to skull fuck him. He would pull almost all the way out then ram it back in hard. He did it over and over while TJ struggled for air, getting in gasps where he could. Eventually, Paul started fucking TJ's face faster and faster until he buried his dick and held it there. He let out a growl as the boy flailed on his dick and he started pumping his load right down TJ's throat. I could see TJ's throat muscles swallowing Paul's dirty semen as he tried not to drown in it. When Paul had finished, he pushed TJ off his dick onto the carpet. "Now boy, are ever going to steal again?" "No Sir." TJ croaked through his battered throat, wiping spit and snot and cum off of his face. "You better not boy!" He said. "Next time I'll show you what actual punishment is!" He took his pipe and added some more Tina to it and handed it to TJ. "Here, smoke this up, you earned it." TJ took the pipe and looked as happy as a pig in shit as he sat there, cross legged and smoked it all. He must have gotten 6 or 7 big hits on it while he sat there, oblivious to the future plans Paul and I were making for him. Soon a VERY spun TJ and I were back in the car, driving across town. I'm sure he thought we were going back to my place. He was very wrong. This kid was fucked up beyond reason, and I wasn't going to waste it. In no time, we had parked and I led an oblivious TJ to my favourite bookstore. This one you just paid an upfront fee and you were good for three hours. No pesky quarters to worry about. And we got there at 10pm. The perfect time on a Saturday night. He looked a little scared as we entered the arcade, but then again he was tweaking hardcore. I guided him through the little maze of booths until we got to one of them that had glory holes on both sides. I told him to strip, which he did without question. I couldn't wait until I could really explore this submissive side to him. I sat on the little chair in the room and pulled the now naked boy into my lap. I opened a new bottle of poppers and held it while TJ took 4 huge hits. Soon a hard cock was poking through one of the holes. "I don't want to do this." He said as soon as his cloudy head figured out what was going on. "Come on boy. Suck off five cocks and you'll get a little treat." I said, dangling a bag of Tina in front of him. "Suck off ten cocks, and there's a fat bag of weed with your name on it." "Yes Sir." He said as he sunk to his knees and crawled to the awaiting cock. I sat back stroking my big cock as I watched my trashy little straight skater boy suck the cocks of total strangers. Once he started, any inhibitions he may have had about sucking cock were long gone. He eagerly sucked each cock that came through the holes and swallowed every load. True to word, after 5 cocks, I told him it was treat time. I laid out a couple of small lines on the dirty cement floor. I handed him a rolled up bill, and he dutifully snorted the lines off the filthy floor of an adult bookstore. Fucking trash. Without even pausing, he started sucking the next cock that came through a hole. I took a little shard and stuck it up his ass. He moaned and gyrated as the T burned his insides. Then I started finger fucking him while he was sucking anonymous dicks. I took out a little thing of lube that I always carry with me and soon had two fingers sliding in and out. By the time he took cock number 10, I had three fingers in his virgin boy hole. And not once did he object. He had taken his 10th cock by 11:30, and we still had an hour and a half. Of course I didn't want to waste my time, and TJ was obviously into sucking any cock he could, so we stayed. After he had drained a couple more cocks I decided I needed some relief myself, but I didn't want to stop TJ from what he was so obviously enjoying, so I went on the prowl hoping one of my regular cumdumps might be around. And as luck would have it, I ran into Tony. He was a skanky 26 year old drug addict and a total bottom. He had been turned out in prison. I liked him because he was small, only 5'6", and no matter how much he got fucked, his little ass gripped my giant cock like a fist. He was skinny and pale with a shaved head and covered in tattoos. And not nice ones either, prison like tattoos. I took him to my booth just as TJ was swallowing his 14th(?) anonymous load. He just looked at us with wild eyes, but didn't say a word. I told Tony to strip and piled his clothes on top of TJ's. I laid out two lines for each of them. Thin ones for TJ, and two fat ones for Tony. Both of the whores snorted the T off of the disgusting floor. TJ went back to sucking cocks. I lubed up my cock and kicked the door open. I felt like having an audience. I don't think TJ even noticed at his point. I sat on the chair and took a nice size shard and shoved it right up into Tony's ass. Then I sat him on my cock, facing away from me. He instantly started riding my huge cock, all the way to the base. Men walked by and stopped to watch the show. Some jerked their cocks. I had two of them shoot their loads onto TJ's head, into his hair. I fucked Tony in a couple different positions before I couldn't hold back and I flooded his guts with my diseased cum. When I finished, I offered his ass up to anyone that wanted it. An elderly man stepped into the booth. I stepped into the hallway and watched as the old man stuck his dick into the willing hole while TJ sucked cock like it was going out of style. Two more people fucked Tony and added their cum to the cumdump. I couldn't wait until TJ was the cumdump. TJ swallowed what I guessed was a about his 20th load. Finally, at 1am, it was time to leave. There weren't a lot of guys left anyway. I told the boys to get dressed and told Tony he was coming with me. I was still horny and needed a boy who could take it rough. Once we got home, I gave TJ his promised fat sack of weed and kicked him out the door. In no time flat, I had double slammed Tony and had my fist buried deep in his cum filled guts.
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  24. I went to Steam Portland one night looking to get fucked. I had gone a couple time before looking to bottom, but either struck out or ending up topping. I had cleaned out and lubed up with a dildo at my place before heading out. When I got to Steam it was moderately busy. I went to the steam room for a bit just to hang out, but no one caught my eye. After a bit I got up and made a circuit. I saw someone was at one of the glory holes, so I went up and opened my towel up and put my cock through. A moment later a mouth wrapped around my dick and started sucking me. I got hard pretty quick and after a few minutes, wrapped my towel around myself and started wandering around again. I made my way back to the steam room and was sitting there for a bit when a cute twink came in and went slowly by me. He made eye contact and I nodded at him. He came up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said sure, even though I was looking to bottom. He got on his knees up on one of the platforms and I got behind him. He grabbed my dick and guided it to his hole. He didn’t say anything about a condom, so the moment my cock hit his hole I pushed forward. He was lubed up enough I sank balls deep right away. His ass felt amazing. I fucked him for about 5 minutes then he pulled his ass off my raw cock and went out of the steam room. After a few minutes I went out to the showers and had a quick rinse. I walked back up towards the front to check out the sling area. The twink I was just fucking was in the sling getting dicked by an older guy. I watched him for a bit and let him suck my cock while he got fucked. After a minute of that, I pulled out of his mouth and went to the tunnel and cell block area. I was almost out of the cell block area when a fit mid-twenties guy came in the opposite direction. He stared at me hard as we passed each other, so I went into a semi-hidden alcove with a raised platform and sat down. He followed me and stood in front of me and opened his towel, revealing a 6.5-7 inch cut cock. I leaned forward and started sucking him off, opening my towel and starting to jerk myself off. After a few minutes he pushed my onto my back and took my cock into his mouth while playing with my balls and teasing at my hole with his fingers. All of a sudden he lifted my legs up and started rimming me, driving his tongue deep in my hole. I knew he was getting me ready for his dick. He stood up and lined his cock up with my hole, never asking for permission, just expecting it. Now I had been fucked bareback before by people I had just met, but it had always been guys from Grindr or people I talked to at bars. I at least knew their names. We hadn’t even spoken as he spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, lining it up with my ready hole. He slowly pushed the raw head of his dick forward, splitting my hole open, and I could feel my cock getting harder. He put my feet on his shoulders and sank his cock in so his pubes were against my ass. Then he started to pull out… And thrust back in again. He started fucking me with his bare cock with purpose. This was a man on a mission to breed a stranger, and I was his lucky conquest. After a couple minutes he let my legs down and I wrapped them around him, urging him on. He leaned forward and started kissing me, our tongues dueling. A few minutes more, his raw cock thrusting in and out of me, he whispered “where do you want it?” I told him shoot in me and after another minute his thrusting slowed down and he put both hands on my chest and pressed down as he shot his load deep inside me. He bottomed out in me and I could feel his cock twitching. Then he pulled out, grabbed his towel and walked off, leaving me with the first anonymous load I ever got at a bathhouse. I got up, threw my towel over my shoulder and as I was walking out, the twink I was fucking before was laying on his back on the padded bench. He smiled at me and I got between his legs. I pushed them toward his chest and lined my bare cock up with his hole. I could see cum seeping out of his hole as I started to sink into him. I made out with him for a few minutes until I could feel my orgasm building. I asked him if I could cum in him and he said yes. As I was about to cum I could feel the load in my ass start to leak out of my ass and down my leg. That sent me over the edge and I flooded the twink with my own load. I pulled out, thanked him, and went to go shower and go home, a very satisfied boy.
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  25. Chapter 1 – Geoff is hairy and versatile I was at home, mindlessly cruising the apps. I had a few open for more basic stuff, like sucking and fucking, and a few for the more advanced stuff that I get into, like fisting and partying. I’d cleaned out earlier in the day to be ready when a guy wanted to play. I’m in my 50s, with an average body, nice cock, and an ass that can take a pounding (or a fisting). Versatile in general too, with a lean towards being a bottom. Ass play is usually my goal – either his, mine, or both. There are only a few things better than playing with, and in, a hot ass. One of those is having someone playing with mine. My ass is my primary sex organ, and it's awesome when a guy who knows what he’s doing works it over. Geoff hit me up on one of the basic sites. He said that he was versatile for most and showed an “ask me” in the partying section. Turns out, he also had a profile on a site with lots of pnp players on it. While we were chatting on the first site, I mentioned his profile on the other site. He got way more interested and asked if I was into partying, fisting, and more intense play. That sounded great to me, so we made plans to hook up. He gave me his address, and I showered up and headed over. I called when I was getting close, and he said that he lived on a private lot and that it would be hot if I stripped down before I came to his house. Luckily, the summer weather made that a possibility. When I got to his place, I took off all my clothes and put on a metal cock ring. I walked up to his door with only my keys, some T, and my phone. Geoff heard me come into his driveway and met me on the porch. He was wearing a leather harness and jock strap. We greeted each other with a hug, and my cock responded to him. He had a nice body with a hairy chest that the harness displayed nicely. When he turned around to go inside, I saw that he also had a hairy ass. That’s a favorite of mine, so my cock started to thicken in anticipation. We stopped in the kitchen to chat a little. Geoff noticed that my cock was getting hard and suggested that we go to his playroom in the basement. Damn, this was getting better all the time. He hadn’t mentioned a playroom, but he had a great setup, with a sling, TV, and refrigerator for some drinks. There were 2 mirrors placed around the sling so the guy in the sling could see what was happening. He had a camera positioned at the bottom of the sling so that we could watch (or broadcast it so that others could watch) the action on the TV. Lots of lube and toys and a tarp on the floor to catch anything that spilled out. Geoff already had a pipe packed, so we lit the torch and started the party. He took a big hit and shot gunned it to me, sliding his tongue in with the smoke. This is such a great way to get started since we get spun and we get to make out. He had a short beard that felt great when we were kissing too. We smoked out the pipe and were making out and feeling each other up. Both of our cocks were leaking precum, and it was great to feel that on our hands. We both licked up some and enjoyed the taste. Geoff told me that he wanted to eat my ass, so I jumped in the sling and got comfortable. I was feeling pretty spun by then and wanted to feel his mouth on my ass. There’s some hair on my ass and around my hole, but nowhere near as much as Geoff had on his ass. He started to lick my ass and around my hole and soon had me squirming in the sling. He’d lightly rake his tongue over my hole, letting me know what was to come. Soon, he started to really probe my hole with his tongue. Rimming is one of my best-loved things, and he was very good at it. He had my hole opened up and slick with his saliva. Geoff asked if I was ready for more, and I said yes. I thought he’d start with one of the toys he had, but he lubed up both hands and started working my hole. He’d stick in a few fingers and rotate them inside me. He used both hands and stretched my hole open. I was loving it and encouraged him with my moans and words. He said that he wanted to get inside me, and I told him to go for it. He added more lube to his hands, and I took a big hit of poppers. Between his work and the Tina and poppers, he was able to get his hand in my ass easily. He just held it there for a while as we both looked into each other’s eyes, knowing that this was going to be a great session. Geoff pulled back so that his knuckles were stretching my hole. We both were into width, so he was going to expand my hole and make my ass gape. He pushed in again, going a little deeper this time. He worked over my ass with his fist for a while, and then I suggested that we swap places so that I could return the favor. He agreed and popped a butt plug in my ass before helping me out of the sling. Now, Geoff got in the sling. The sight of this handsome, hairy man, wearing a harness and jockstrap, with his legs spread wide for me was amazing. I sat down on the stool that was at the foot of the sling, making the butt plug go a little further up my ass, so that I could start to worship his ass and hole. I spread his ass wide so that his hairy hole was fully on display for me. He made his hole pulse as I was staring at it, and I dove in with my tongue on his hole. No playing around this time. Instead, I wet his hole down with some saliva and started to penetrate it with my tongue. While I was eating his ass, I heard him take a hit of poppers, so I really went for it, driving my tongue deep and sucking on his hole as I pulled back. He responded well to this, and we kept at it for a while. But it was time for my fist to go inside him. I lubed up both hands and started probing his ass with my fingers. It wasn’t long before he was begging for my hand inside him. More lube, more poppers, and a little pushing, and I was in. Like he did, I let my hand rest for a moment, feeling his heartbeat and stretching his ass. Eventually, I pulled back and felt my knuckles expanding his hole. I slowly rotated my hand back and forth, getting some great moans out of Geoff. We played for a while, with my hand going deeper into his ass while still expanding his hole. We decided to take a break, so I slid a butt plug up his hairy hole to keep it open for play later in the evening.
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  26. This happened a few weeks ago on a evening when I was home alone and bored. So I hit up a guy with who I talked to on snapchat and invited him over. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to come but in the end decided to come to sit on my bed and have a boy to suck him off. He didn’t want to fuck because he was too tired for that. He told me he’d be there in 20 min. In the mean time I used the time to go to the toilet and get everything ready. I didn’t clean completely out, because it would only be a quick blowjob. He arrived and told me he was there, when I opened the door I discovered that he was an turkish man who was short, chubby and smelled like cigarettes. I was horny as fuck and he looked dominant and acted that way. He stepped inside, took off his slippers and told me to show him to the bed. I lead him upstairs and into my room. He took his joggers off and sat on my bed. Since he was going commando I could already see his hardon. He told me to strip to my underwear and get sucking. His dick was a bit below average but a blast to suck. I was sucking him while I laid between his legs to give hime a good view of my ass. He grabbed my head and took control. I was covering his dick in my spit while he was grunting and enjoying my mouth. Suddenly he told me to lay down on my stomach, once I did he spit on my hole and laid on top of me and started dry humping me. When his dick was moving against my hole I realized that I was wearing a jockstrap and apparently he liked that a lot. He was moving his dick harder and harder against my crack and I felt his head catching more and more of my hole. Suddenly he pushed a bit harder and I felt his dick slipping in. It caught me off guard and I let out a moan, it felt really good. He saw that as permission to continue because he put his full weight on top of me, put his arm around my throat and started to force his cock deeper and deeper inside me while adding more pressure to his arm. When he was balls deep he was full on choking me and I was lost in the pleasure of it all. He fucked hard while moaning and breathing in my ear, suddenly he was taking long deep strokes and collapsed on top of me, I felt the warmth of a fresh load seeping into my ass. He laid on top of me for a few minutes while i came back to my senses about what just happened. What would have been a quick blowjob turned out to be a rough bare fuck. When he pulled out I felt the emptiness and knew that he had turned me, since I never fucked bare before. Once he was out he got off the bed, gave my ass a slap and started dressing himself, at that moment I realised that I didn’t know his status and asked if he was clean, his response was “Yeah man” and showed himself out. It took a bit before I was recovered enough to get out of bed. It was a surprisingly good feeling, laying on bed with an ass full of cum.
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  27. This is always a difficult topic for me- I was infected in 1988 but was not diagnosed until about 10-11 years later- so I have lived OVER half my 71 years with this HIV-virus in my blood and body- and the previous post about 'the miracle' of modern science that has made it possible for so many of us to live so very much longer than the odds-makers would have given us at the beginning of this epidemic- and there are days when I think how much simpler it would be if I had never been infected- BUT I WAS and I have to live with the consequences EVERY DAY- med holidays and missed doses are not a good way to make your life more interesting- not sure WHAT I am trying to get to here- other than the fact that such major changes in so many lives can be difficult and we need to be respectful of all points of view while respecting the limits of what you can post online and personal behaviors we can encourage ( or not) in other people- it's NEVER easy and we must always keep the best possible visions of what life can be for us- BUT in the end I can only think about my youngest brother who died from AIDS in 1996- just as effective AIDS-drugs were becoming available- its for him and so many of my dear departed friends whose lives were cut short by this incredible, disastrous disease that I take my meds every day! BLESSINGS!!
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  28. Mr. Johnson purports to believe in God, and, perilously, to act in God’s name. But the God he worships does not need software to hold people to account for their actions. Mr. Johnson will discover this, at the last, when his own account comes up for review.
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  29. Yesterday at my favorite bathhouse I sucked two cocks and got fucked three times in a matter of 45 minutes. Two of the cocks were big and thick and fucked me hard, I would have stayed longer but there were two cock blocking guys that followed me around and just wanted to talk. I always find that super annoying. The funny thing is one of the big cocks that fucked me came into my room soft and wanted me to suck him to get hard, as I was sucking he kept growing bigger and bigger until I thought shit he’s gonna be to big for my ass.
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  30. I totally get this, and it happens to me often. I cant use public restroom urinals, I cant stand next to another man at one, I will start quivering, and HAVE to try to get a look, which I am afraid will get my ass beat one day. Just being in a restroom period gets me. I have been on my knees so often in them. I also have other very strong triggers, being called a cocksucker or a faggot throws me straight into sub headspace,
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  31. This is a great start love to read the next chapters
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  32. So here's a new story I'm starting. For you fans of my Prince Eric story, don't worry, I'm still working on that too. I just have soooooo many perverted stories going on in my head I get side tracked and want to get them all out. _________________________________________ Part 1 So I guess it's fair to say I definitely have a type. Young and trashy is what gets my dick hard. You can keep your pretty boy jock types. Give me a scruffy, tattooed, pierced,18, 19, 20 year old piece of skinny white trash any day. If they're straight, even better. There's nothing like getting my 11 inch pierced cock buried in a trashy straight boys hole and breeding him over and over until his stretched out pussy is leaking cum. Especially when I can share him with my buddies. And I've broken in my share of boys over the years, seducing them, corrupting them, destroying them. This is a story about one such boy. My favorite boy. I was very lucky and had an apartment that overlooked a skate park in the seedy part of town. I can't tell you how many hours I spent looking out my window, binoculars in one hand, my big leaking cock in the other, masturbating while I spied on the young men as they did their tricks and stunts. On a good day, some of them would remove their shirts, and I could ogle their thin, pale bodies as I would ejaculate into a glass so I could collect and freeze my loads for future use. One day, in late spring, a new boy started showing up. Sometimes with his girlfriend, sometimes alone. When his girlfriend was there, they'd make out and sometimes disappear into the thick bushes for a while, doing what I could only imagine was sexual. This boy was perfect. He stood probably 6 ft tall and weighed maybe 140 soaking wet. His dirty blond hair was long and hung down over his face. When the wind blew it out of his face, I could see his lower lip had three piercings, one in the middle and one on each corner. Both his eyebrows were pierced as was his septum with a ring that sported a big ball hanging down and his ears were gauged out with large plugs. He also sported some chin scruff that hung down a few inches. His body was a joy to behold. His skinny arms both sported colorful full sleeves with sculls and flames and demons and the like. Above his flat pecs in gothic script was the word respect. A tuft of brown hair sat in the middle of his chest and his nipples sported thick bars in them. His furry belly button was pierced and tatooed with red lips and an arrow that followed his treasure trail pointing to his crotch. His legs were very hairy which almost guaranteed that his ass crack and butthole would be as well. Yummy. And to top it off, he had a huge pair of wings tattooed on his back. He was the perfect piece of filthy white trash and I wanted him desperately. I wasted no time implementing my plan shortly after he started hanging out at the skate park. I started by nonchalantly hanging around on a nearby bench, "reading." I would casually light a joint and smoke it while I watched the boy. He would glance my way frequently with that look in his eye like he wanted to smoke, and after only a week of this, he finally approached me. A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see the shirtless boy standing in front of me with his board under his arm. "Hey man, can you share a couple of puffs?" He asked me, flicking the hair from out of his face. "I don't know kid." I answered. "How old are you?" "19." He replied. "Well, I always believe in sharing." I said as I motioned for him to sit down. He sat next to me, his shorts sagging down revealing black boxer briefs. I got a whiff of his slight body odor and my cock stirred a little. We passed the joint back and forth and I found out a little about my intended conquest. His name was TJ, Theodore James exactly, and he lived a couple of blocks away with four other guys in a two bedroom apartment. I could only imagine the squalor they lived in. He worked as a tattooist and piercer, which explained why he already had so much work done at such a young age. He was a product of the foster system and his old man was in jail and he had no idea where his mother was. Ahhhhhh, a broken home, how perfect. He had even spent a couple of years in juvie for stealing a car and dealing drugs. I was amazed at how open this kid was to a stranger, but then, he was stoned. After about an hour I told him I needed to take off, but not before I slipped him a little bud. He was extremely grateful, which is exactly what I wanted. Got to make him trust me before I wreck him. This went on for a week. Everyday we would chill and smoke while I tried not to come across as creepy. Not that I appeared creepy. I was a nice looking 35 year old, maybe a little on the chunky side, but not fat. I stood just a little taller than TJ at 6 ft 1. And everyday when I left, I slipped TJ a little bud. So after a week, I decided it was time to up the ante. I told TJ I had some really killer bud back at my place, which I did, and that he should come over so we could smoke it out of a bong. He happily followed me back to my apartment and in half an hour we were both ripped out of our minds and I made my move. Looking him directly in his slanted eyes, I began. "So, TJ, I've been hooking you up all week and I have a favour. I want to suck your dick." "Dude, what the fuck?" He said in a very stoned voice. "I'm not a fag! Are you a fag?" "Yes, I'm gay, and I want to blow you. I think it's the least you could do." "No way man! I'm not going to let you swing on my dick!" At this point, I doubled down as TJ was not moving away from me. I placed my hand on his thigh and said, " I can suck your dick better than your girlfriend. No one will know, and I'll make it worth your while." I pulled out an 8th of my killer weed and dangled it in front of him. His eyes lit up and I could see the wheels turning in his head. After a minute of silence he said, "All you want to do is suck my dick? Nothing else? And you'll give me that sack and no one will know?" "No one." I promised. TJ looked at me for a few more seconds before snatching the baggie out of my hand. "Fine, but it's our secret." I handed him the bong as I crawled between his legs. My hands shook as I reached up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, rubbing his hairy thighs. His cock was nestled in his very bushy brown pubic hair and was surprisingly big, 6 inches soft. He had a magic cross piercing, where two bars crossed each other through the head of his dick, and a lorum, which is the base of the dick right above the balls. I tenderly put it in my mouth as he took another big bong hit. My nostrils were hit with the smell of his sweaty balls mixed with stale piss and my own cock sprang to life in my shorts. My warm wet mouth soon had TJ to his full rock hard nine inches. He started moaning as I went to town on his cock, giving him the best blowjob of his young life. I deep throated him and massaged him with my throat muscles. He moaned as I massaged his balls and rubbed his guiche piercing. He was totally into the blowjob as he put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my face. "Oh fuck dude! That feels so good! No bitch has ever sucked my cock this good! Take it you fag! Suck that big dick! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" TJ started shooting off into my mouth, filling it up with the sweetest white trash load I had ever tasted. Spurt after giant spurt filled me up and I swallowed it all down. TJ collapsed back onto the couch as sweat poured off of him. "Oh, we're going to be doing that again dude!" He panted as the last of his load dribbled into my mouth. I smiled to myself knowing this was only the beginning for his skinny white trash ass.
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  33. As I read Good Christian Boys, I realized something about this author's stories in particular: I do not read them initially or mainly as porn, but as stories: really good, well-written, compelling stories. Sure, there is a ton of sex and chems and poz loads in each story, but what drives them forward for me is the narrative, the evolving relationships, the deepening characterizations. Lots of writers here try to convey the feeling of sex on chems, but I cannot think of one who makes a slam sound as convincing or appealing to a chem-virgin like myself. With each of EarlyStart's stories, I devour them first, beginning to end, without jerking off. With a hard-on, yes, to be sure, but the story holds every bit as much interest for me as the sex. That is rare for this kind of writing. Chris and Tyler's initial naivety, their overpowering Christian guilt, their gradual opening themselves to experiences both wise and questionable make for powerful storytelling. The characters and relationships are so important here that I would love to read an epilogue of sorts, even or especially one without sex. How does Tyler react to the news that they have all been pozzed? Can he forgive Chris for letting him be stealth pozzed? Will they, can they remain friends? How do Chris and Tyler feel about their religion after discovering a different kind of paradise in Hunter's bed? Have they relinguished their guilt? The story leaves these questions hanging, and while resolutions may not be possible, I'd love to learn where these two stand with each other (and with Casey, and with Greg) a few weeks or months later. Thanks, EarlyStart! This is powerful and rewarding stuff.
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  34. I want just the head in my mouth - with my lips wrapped tight around his cock so none of the sperm gets out - then I love the feel against the back of my throat if he cums strong - and I like to feel and taste it on my tongue when it just seeps out slowly - then I swallow.
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  35. Had a great time after work today - with a 23 year old black guy I've chatted to a few times on Daddyhunt. He wanted to meet up but said he would only fuck me with a condom. He was a really nice looking guy with a big, long, thick cock and I was feeling really horny, so I said yes to the condom fuck. He turned up a bit later and he was clearly horny - his cock was out and in my mouth almost as soon as he got in the door. I sucked his cock for a while and then asked him if I could lick his arse. He nodded and turned round, offering his arse. I pushed my tongue right up him and licked his hole for a while and then sucked him again until he said he was getting close and pulled out my mouth. He was ready to fuck now and must have changed his mind about the condom, as he slid his dick up me and fucked me bareback. I haven't had a cock that big up me for a while and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. He didn't last that long, and after about then or twelve thrusts, he shot his load up my arse. When he pulled out, I took his cock in my mouth again and he stayed hard. He asked me to lick his arse again and a short time later to my surpriser he asked me to fuck him. Once again, no condom - I slid up him and fucked him - he was very tight and I was very horny, but I lasted longer than I thought I would before pushing right up him and breeding his tight arse. Not what I expected at all - but the horniest experience I've had for some time!
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  36. Just realised I answered my own question.
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  37. I’d guess I’ve fucked somewhere around 7,000 men in the 32 years that I’ve been having sex.
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  38. It happens if you raw fuck - not a big issue for me tbh
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  39. Part 9 Hunter (2013) “And how do you expect us to get to Senator Gregory White?” Matt had just told me about the man he wanted us to wishbone. Sure, I’d heard of Senator Gregory White, a Republican politician who spoke out against the gay community. He was an attractive man in his forties, the type of man I’d go after if I saw him in a bar, but it would be unlikely to find this man in a gay bar unless he was picketing outside. That’s why I found myself stunned when Matt made him our target. “It may or may not surprise you,” Matt said, “that the senator isn’t as pristine or honest as he presents himself to be.” “Yes, I’d be shocked to find out a politician isn’t what he says he is,” I said. “What exactly do you know about Senator White that’ll have me inside him and him inside you?” “I know that he’s a closeted gay man,” Matt said. “A lot are,” I told him. “I just fucked one in Kansas. Something tells me that he was an easier fuck than any senator could be.” “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Matt said. “I have a friend who works for an agency that supplies, let’s say, the right fucks for the right price.” “And is this friend someone you claimed?” Matt smiled. “It has its added perks beyond the obvious. Now I have someone who can get me valuable information. It seems Senator White likes to have both men and women come to his apartment in secret, though, as of late, there has been an uptake for what he calls a ‘third listing’ fuck.” “What’s that?” “It’s our specialty,” Matt said. “You see, he likes dominating men, just like he does with women, fucking the shit out of them until they can’t walk the next day.” “I’m sure you’re excited for that experience.” “But he also likes getting fucked. It’s a punish-and-be-punished situation. He fucks me while you fuck him.” “Our wishboning made easy,” I said. “But, if you haven’t noticed, we don’t work for this company, and we don’t know when he’ll be needing us.” “He’s created a bit of a pattern,” Matt said. “Whenever he’s up for election or has been struggling against falling numbers, he gets what he calls “aches” inside him. These aches are his inner gay slut coming out, needing to fuck and get fucked. From what I know, we’re reaching that time.” “So, it’s all chance?” I asked. “I’m not sticking around for months just to compete against you for a senator.” “It’s not exactly chance,” Matt said. “His assistant is another dick I claimed. His wife fucked White behind his back, and I managed to get to the assistant’s cock before anyone else could. He’s been setting the senator up with interviews and situations that will definitely bring about his aching. In a few days, he’s set for another interview, and his numbers, as I’ve seen, are shit. It’s perfect. I’ve set it up so that whenever he calls for his “third listing,” we’ll be ready to step in and start wishboning his ass.” I smiled, admiring the pride radiating off Matt. As he explained his plan, his dick grew hard, leaking pre-cum. “I’ve always seen myself as a devious fucker,” I told him, “but I’ve got to admit that this plan is significantly more layered than anything I’ve ever done.” “And we aren’t just doing it for ourselves,” Matt said. “If we can get to Senator White, we can expose him for who he really is and remove his toxicity through our own toxicity. He’ll no longer be able to corrupt once we’ve corrupted him.” “That,” I added, “or he’ll manage to fuck all the other men in his party, giving us a sizeable legion of men to our cause.” “It’s a win-win,” Matt said. “Now, all we have to do is sit back and wait.” I stepped forward, grabbed Matt’s dick and squeezed. “Until then. Let’s get reacquainted.” __ Three Days Later I opened the briefcase, revealing a ball gag, a flog, three harnesses, a collar, and a leash. Senator White looked up at Matt and I and smiled. Welcome to the “third listing,” I thought. Matt and I had been briefed on what Senator White liked and didn’t like by Matt’s man within Pidyn Corp. We knew what he expected, but we also knew when we’d turn the tables and make the night our own. For the time being, we’d have our fun, but once the moment came, we were prepared to make our move and compete for the senator’s time. “It’s time, sir,” I said, taking the gag out of the briefcase. “Open.” “About damn time,” Senator White said, stepping forward and opening his mouth. I slipped the ball inside his mouth, Matt stepping behind him and strapping it tightly in place. I ran my hands along the straps that ran over his cheeks, feeling his beard beneath. He was a handsome man. I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t change and simply accept the type of man he was. Normally, my fucking was done with a selfish intent, but now, I’d be using my dick to punish a man who punished the very men he fucked over. Karma, I suppose. “I believe it’s time to relocate, sir,” Matt said, leaning down and whispering in the man’s ear. He licked his ear and then playfully bit, causing Senator White to shudder. “Will you come willingly, or should we attach the leash now?” Senator White shook his head, his eyes showing the hunger he had for us. He brought us back to his bedroom where I spread the briefcase’s contents out on the bed. As I did so, I admired the room’s contents. It was a nice room, proving he had money. I knew this apartment to be only one of his residences; if I managed to claim him, I’d definitely look into making this one of my stops whenever traveling across the country. After all, I didn’t just fuck men for their time; it was also good to have men who served me. “Time to strip down,” I said, taking the flog in hand. “We need to get sir looking his best.” Matt grabbed the man’s suitcoat and pulled it off his body with force, catching the senator off guard. I watched intently, moving my fingers through the flog’s lashes. Senator White’s eyes were wide, but he wasn’t afraid. I saw in him a desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond the limits he previously knew. “And this tie,” I said, stepping forward and moving my hand up his chest, pulling the tie into my grasp. “I think we’ll find use for this.” I slipped it off his neck, noticing the man’s Adam’s apple quiver. “Nervous?” The senator shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. He was definitely going to be one of ours by the end of the night. There was no chance for escape. Matt grabbed his shirt and tore it off, buttons flying across the room, shocking the senator and creating a sudden fear in his eyes. I reached out and grabbed his face, holding his gaze steady. My eyes focused on his, commanding him to pay attention. “However you’ve been treated before, sir, will pale in comparison to what we will do with you tonight. You are a rich, powerful man. For tonight, we will take control. Do you understand, sir?” Senator White’s eyes remained wide as he studied my face, starting full of fear, then anger, then lust. His chest was heaving with the excitement of the moment. “That’s good, sir,” I said, releasing his face. Matt pulled off his undershirt, revealing a strong, hairy chest on which there were already small tattoos present. One appeared to be the letters of whatever fraternity house he had been a member of in college. Another was of handwriting, spelling the name “Tess.” “Who was Tess?” I asked, tossing the flog onto the bed and grabbing one of the harnesses. It was a bulldog harness, leaving two chain harnesses for Matt and me. “An ex-girlfriend? Your first time?” Matt managed to secure the harness over the senator’s chest while I crouched down and faced the man’s bulging crotch. I ran my hand along it, feeling his size. He was impressive. I undid his belt and dropped it on the floor before unbuttoning his pants and slowly pulling the zipper down, my eyes set on the senator’s eyes which looked down at me with a strong desire. “Are you aching?” I asked, grabbing his belt loops and pulling his pants down. “Do you want me to suck you off?” Senator White nodded his head, almost pleading for me to ease his ache. I left his pants around his ankles and cupped his bulge, feeling his balls which moved under my touch. “I would, but I’m a traditional top. The only cock being sucked is my own.” I stood up and faced him. I ran my hand across his face, tapping a finger on the ball within his mouth. “I don’t think you’ll manage to suck any dick with that in your mouth, but that’s alright. We aren’t here for you to suck cock, are we?” Senator White shook his head, his hands reaching forward and grabbing his crotch. “I think we’re ready,” Matt said. “Good.” I stepped back from the senator and looked him over. A large wet spot was spreading across his underwear, proving him to be desperate for our touch. “Kneel on the ground.” As the senator kneeled down, Matt and I removed our suitcoats and our shirts, making sure to display our strong, dominant bodies to the man who was on the ground looking like a dog waiting for a treat. With that in mind, I grabbed the collar off the bed and pulled it around his neck, making it slightly too tight, causing the skin beneath to go red. I watched as his Adam’s apple hit against the collar, causing slight discomfort. I smiled. “Looks like we’ve got a good dog on our hands,” Matt said, revealing his naked body. Since his tattoo was on his back, it was easier for him to hide his toxicity, but he managed to keep his back out of sight. “I think he needs to go for a little walk before we start.” As Matt attached the leash, I stripped the remainder of my clothes, pulling on an added piece of attire not supplied by Pidyn. Matt had given me a leather band to wear around my arm, hiding enough of my tattoo to keep the senator ignorant. Pidyn tested their workers for diseases, meaning their clients could trust on a clean fuck, but since we’d wormed our way into the session, we knew Senator White wouldn’t suspect anything as long as we were careful. I pulled the band on while the senator was distracted, Matt walking him around the room like a dog. “I don’t want to see you behind me,” Matt said, pushing the man forward as he crawled across the floor. He looked at me and winked. “Are we ready?” “We are,” I said, my leather band secured along with my chain harness. Senator White turned as he crawled along the floor, seeing my full naked form for the first time. His eyes grew wide as he saw my hardening cock which was starting to drip precum. While I would normally have his nose buried in my pubic hair, breathing me in and tasting my pre, it would create an advantage over Matt. We agreed to play fair, though I knew my thick, monster of a cock was already giving me an edge over Matt as this pathetic man was already desiring me and what I’d give him. “Crawl to me,” I said, pointing down on the ground with one hand while my other grabbed the flog. The senator moved forward, eyes following me as I walked around him, letting the lashes run over his naked back. “Has someone been bad?” Senator White nodded, moaning through the gag. Matt smiled at me, tightening his grip on the leash, pulling the man’s head and neck back, arching his back. As he did so, I brought the flog down, whipping the senator’s back. “GAH!” the senator cried, shaking slightly from the sting. For a moment, I was worried that my enthusiasm had gotten the better of me, but I saw the man look back at us and nod his head, urging us to continue. “Do you want more?” Senator White nodded. I brought it down again, causing his back to grow red with each lashing. I wouldn’t draw blood, but I would make sure he’d feel the impact for days after. Then again, he’d be feeling the impact of that night regardless. Matt and I took turns torturing the man who spoke out against us on the news but then submitted to us in the bedroom. I found my cock aching from how hard I was watching this man suffer, but I also knew that he was getting pleasure out of our punishment. We needed to make this man pay, and that time was fast approaching. “Have you had enough?” I asked, watching Matt bring the flog down again, the leash held tight in his other hand. I stepped down on the senator’s hands, my balls pressed against the man’s forehead. The man moaned something we couldn’t understand, but Matt and I knew our time had finally come. Let the games begin.
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  40. Hey fellow like-minded pigs! This vers verbal daddy loves all men of all races creeds and collars. Love group play, gangbangs, sling sex, public sex, and in sex, piss play, or just rough play one-on-one with a like-minded party pig!
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  41. It wasn't you. You can fuck me anytime you like, pig. 😉 It was some rando who didn't even have a profile (or wouldn't give it to me when I asked to see who I was talking to). That should've been a red flag to start with.
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  42. I always prefer to wear a jock or backless shorts. Shows off my ass and keeps my cock out of the way.
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  43. A view from the other side of the coin : For me, here in Australia, there is absolutely no shortage of white guys to breed. I have plenty. Around 35 regulars (most are white, incl 11 married guys). Whether we like it or not, its a massive fetish and its on the bucket list of so many. Being a barebcker, you would think the vetting process would be easy, because i would just ignore those who are into safe sex. But i end up getting messages from "safe only" guys who are willing to break their own rules just for some BBC. Even had one guy who told me i had saved him a trip to America. Don't really use hookup sites that often though, last time i set up on one, i got 214 messages in 1 hr. Best thing is i get to enforce the Raw is law message. I have zero tolerance for guys who want to waste my time or try to ask questions. If you want my BBC, we meet and i breed you. I never pull out, need to pump my seed deep inside you. Its quite annoying though that some guys just don't get it. There is no sitting on the fence with raw fucking. If you do it, then do it properly, and go all the way. Its either you are in or out
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  44. You shouldn’t be ashamed. You did nothing wrong. I know you didn’t trust your instincts, but if it worked out okay you’d call that “being brave” or “pushing your boundaries”. Rape is not the survivor’s fault. Ever.
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  45. Nope. Never have experienced that. I'm sorry to know you guys had to go through that violation. I've had unwelcome advances, of course, but it never got out of hand. I've never forced myself on another guy either - the whole thing is a wretched, evil concept.
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  46. I was 18 & had been at university for a couple of months, about 100 miles away from home. One weekend I went to the local town centre to do some food shopping, but realised I needed to go for a piss, so went to the local toilets. The urinals were full so popped into one of the cubicles, & sat down on the toilet. I had been in there a couple of times & knew there were lots of filthy messages on the walls, so started reading them, trying to work out who the girls were (I considered myself straight up to that point) & also read some of the gay messages too. As I was reading & stroking, I noticed an eye watching me through the hole in the door. I was shocked, but knew the door was locked so just kept stroking. After a couple of minutes I decided to leave & finish cumming later at home. As I left the toilets, a guy (40ish) started making small talk with me so I responded. After exchanging pleasantries, he asked if I'd fancy getting a coffee with him, I said OK & he said he lived in the next road. We went to his flat, he made a drink & said to sit on the bed as it was bigger than his sofa. He put on his TV & started a video which showed a girl & 2 guys playing. It was getting me horny watching this girl suck both cocks, when the guys started making out & then one guy dropped to his knees to suck the other cock along with the girl. I had never seen bi porn before, but found myself getting hard watching it. My friend was watching me then pulled out his cock, saying he always gets turned on watching it, so I decided to do the same. We watched for a while, each stroking ourselves when he decided to switch videos. He replaced it with one which was a gay orgy scene, & he began to stroke himself again. I started watching, having never seen anything like it before when I felt his hand around my cock, stroking me. I had never had another guy play with me but it felt good. He suggested we get naked to keep our clothes clean, so we stripped off. His hand went back to my cock and then he slipped his mouth over my cock & began sucking it. It felt amazing. That afternoon, I lost my gay virginity. We kissed, explored each others bodies, I think he fucked me raw & I returned the favour. I had never felt anything like it, & after a couple of hours together I left. I visited him again a couple more times them lost contact with him. I then began frequenting many public toilets, always finding anonymous guys to fuck me, & there were lots ready to use me! About 3 months after losing contact, I was in another part of the town cruising for sex when I ran into the original guy again. He explained he had moved & invited me to his new place which was larger. We headed back there & he fucked me hard for a few hours with porn on in the background, just like the first time. After that, I was a regular visitor to his flat, sometimes he was alone & sometimes he had someone else there & we all played together. I've not seen him (or been back to the town) in about 27 years, but I always remember the guy who put me on the path I am on now.
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  47. Thanks for all the kind comments! I'm guessing something like one or two more chapters after this. Part 19 Casey looked around and noticed that Tyler wasn't following them into Hunter's bedroom. At least not yet. He didnt know any of these guys before meeting them today. That made him nervous not knowing what they were into and expecting of him. He was high and not thinking straight so at the same time that he was feeling as horny as he had ever been, he knew that he was also as vulnerable. Where was that pipe? That seemed to help. As if he had read Caseys mind, Ryan placed the pipe up to Caseys mouth and lit it with the torch. "You feeling ok?" Casey nodded as he took a hit. Ryan kept the pipe at his mouth longer than it had been before and this was a big hit with a huge resulting cloud. "You have a pipe for each room?" Casey asked. Hunter laughed. "I still need one for the bathroom but I like to have fun." Casey smiled as Ryan gave him another hit. Hunter liked to see the two of them making this connection but he turned his attention to the bed where Chris was seated at its edge. Chris was torn. Despite the distance that developed between him and Tyler, Chris still cared a lot for the first guy he ever hooked up with. And in this brief moment when he was in his head, he felt like he led Tyler to something he didnt think of as a possibility. All because he had trusted Chris. Why would Chris lead Tyler to a pozzing? And earlier he saw Hunters cum leaking out of Tylers hole and now he was out in the living room with Greg. Even though he didnt really know Casey, Chris thought he could still save him. Maybe there was an excuse he could come up with that would force the three of them to leave before it was too late. But no excuse was coming. Nothing that would mean all three of them had to leave. Hunter cut off Chris' train of thought. Hunter ran his hand through the boys hair prompting Chris to look up at the naked man standing in front of him. At his eye level was Hunters tattoo. Hunter assumed the boy was looking at his hardening cock. "You want to give it a taste?" "Here take this" Ryan said. He was talking to Chris and gestured to hand him the pipe and torch. "Take a big hit first and then blow it on Hunters cock." Chris just let these men take him out of his self imposed guilt trip. He took the pipe and lit it and took a hit to forget. What was going to happen today was going to happen. Chris released any control he thought he had and worked on getting high again. Instead of blowing the hit onto Hunters cock, he blew it out and took another. Hunter was disappointed at first when he saw the cloud, but saw what was happening when Chris lit the pipe immediately after. "Nice. Get after that high boy." Chris took another big hit and then offered the pipe and torch to Hunter who took it and lit it for himself. As he took his first hit he felt Chris' warm mouth wrap around his cock and when he looked down, he saw the cloud spreading from his cock. To Hunter, there were not many sights that were hotter. He could feel his cock stiffening to its full potential in Chris' mouth. This was really only the second time Chris had a cock in his mouth. He was determined to be good at it and the focus that he gave to the task kept his mind off of the dread that hung over him that drifted further and further away with every hit and each of Hunters thrusts as he began to fuck the boys mouth. Casey and Ryan were locked in a deep kiss holding each other tight. Ryan looked over at Hunter and Chris and liked what he saw but wanted to do the reverse. He pushed Casey onto the bed and kneeled in front of him. He looked up at Casey and grabbed the boys cock. "Um I dont know what this is about but i cant seem to get hard. That never happens, I promise." Ryan smiled. "That's ok. It happens sometimes with some guys who smoke this stuff. There are other ways to give you pleasure though. Lean back." He pushed Casey down so that he was laying down on the bed with his feet still on the ground. Ryan grabbed Caseys legs and placed them onto his shoulders lifting him up a bit. Ryan started by licking Caseys balls which got an immediate response. "Oh fuck fuck" Casey lifted his head to look down at the man giving him a sensation he didnt remember feeling before. He had his balls licked before but it never felt like this. Ryan looked up to make eye contact with Casey but he didnt say anything. Instead he made his way down to the boys taint teasing it with his tongue. Casey squirmed and Ryan had to hold onto his legs to maintain control. He loved what he was doing to this boy. This was only the beginning, he thought. He pushed Caseys legs up a little higher and found the boys hole with his tongue. "Fuck!" Caseys yelp was sudden enough that even Hunter and Chris stopped what they were doing to make sure everything was ok. "Thats hot. You never get rimmed before?" Casey turned to Hunter and shook his head no. "Well you have an expert rimmer for your first time. Ryan definitely knows what hes doing." Casey was just panting, unable to put his feelings into any words beyond "Fuck." Ryan was planning to oblige. Ryan worked his tongue to penetrate Casey and the boys moans took a different tone. It was like a mix of surprise pleasure and hesitation. It made Ryan wonder. He had heard that moan before but only from a certain type. He lifted his head up and Casey immediately looked down with a look of disappointment. "You are so tight. Have you ever had anything in there?" Ryan was smiling. He hadnt expected to take a boys cherry today so this was an amazing surprise if it were true. "Nah I don't....I don't....you know..." "You wanna....try?" Ryan knew to be gentle here and not seem like he was pressuring the boy too much. Before Casey could answer, Ryan went back down and tongue fucked the tight hole. He didnt want to put any pressure on Casey but he wanted to be sure that his tongue was very convincing. He could tell that he was slowly breaking Caseys defenses. Casey was back to being incoherent just moaning at the pleasure. It would only be a matter of time Ryan thought. But when he replaced his tongue with a finger, Casey stopped and froze. He pulled his head up again. "No, wait. No, I don't think I'm ready for that." Casey was nervous. His high couldnt fog this moment for him. "Ok no totally. I'm just trying to make you feel good so if that doesnt do it, we'll stick with the tongue." He smiled and Casey responded with the same. As Casey dropped his head back down upon the bed, he made eye contact with Hunter who was still face fucking Chris. There was a look in the man's face that seemed almost conniving. Hunter kept his focus on Casey as he spoke to Ryan. "You know there is a way we can make him feel good." Casey didnt realize Hunter wasnt speaking to him. "What? Who? What are you..." Ryan looked up at Casey while responding to Hunter. "Oh? Well let's do it then. We're all here to make each other feel good." He got up from his knees and Casey propped himself up on his forearms. "What's going on?" He was confused. Chris pulled off of the cock in his mouth without prompting from Hunter. He knew what was happening. This was the last chance he had to shut this down. He could speak now or let it go. But he couldnt think of what to say. Instead he looked to his hard cock and continued stroking it slowly. His thoughts wouldnt become spoken words. He could deal with whatever guilt arose later. For now, he hoped there was a shot for him too. All this time since the last time he was in this house he could not stop thinking about the feeling of that high. Casey still didnt know what was happening even as Ryan was tying the band around his arm. It wasnt until Hunter approached with a syringe that he started to see clear what was about to happen. "Wait no wait. Whats happening?" Casey was moving to pull himself up off the bed. Ryan gently pushed him back down onto the bed by putting some pressure with his hand on the boys smooth chest. "Dont worry. This will just make you feel really good." "Just ask Chris" Hunter said as he held Caseys arm steady. "He knows how good this feels." Casey looked over to Chris who was standing and watching and stroking himself. At this point, seeing the needle and knowing what Casey was going to experience, any guilt or hesitation was gone. Hunter had just turned Chris from observer to accomplice. "Yeah this will feel great. Even better than the pipe." Hunter wanted to get up and kiss Chris. He knew those words would be enough to reassure Casey and sure enough Casey did seem to relax slightly. Just slightly. Ryan could tell that the boy was still tense. "Just keep steady. This will be over quick." Casey felt the prick of the needle and then saw his blood getting pulled into the syringe. He braced himself as he saw Hunter push the contents into his arm. Whatever he was worried about going into his system had to be put aside he realized. He couldn't go back now. He had no idea how to prepare himself for the effects of this shot. But there was no real way for him to prepare. Everything was happening quickly. He heard and felt the band being snapped off and then Ryan pulled his arm up toward the ceiling. There was a pregnant pause during which all the men almost held their breaths for Caseys response. But in a much shorter time than what it seemed to all four men, Caseys coughing fit started and was as dramatic as it was sudden. Casey clearly did not expect this to be the effect of the shot and was trying to figure out what was happening to him. Ryan just let him ride it out not wanting to interfere with Caseys body while it adjusted to the slam. "Fuck how much did you give him?" Hunter just smiled as he wrapped the band around Chris' arm. "Enough." He smirked at Ryan and then turned to focus on Chris. "You ready for yours boy?" Chris just nodded. He was waiting for this and couldnt voice that desire to anyone until now. A thought came to him as Hunter pulled a syringe from his case. "So you guys dont reuse needles or anything do you?" He whispered it so that Casey didnt hear. He knew it was too late for any action he even remotely considered taking to stop what was going to happen and didnt want to freak Casey out. "No these are cheap. Single use only." He knew what Chris was really asking. Hunter was never interested in pozzing boys with a syringe. He wanted it to happen with both he and his boy experiencing the pleasure of feeling his cum shooting deep inside the boys hole. That feeling could never be matched with the act of pushing the contents of a slam into a boys arm as he was doing at this moment to Chris. As Chris turned away from watching the needle being pricked into his arm he noticed that Caseys coughing fit was subsiding and was becoming something closer to a long moan. Ryan was back down on his knees eating Caseys hole out and the boys head thrashed back and forth with his eyes closed and mouth agape. Yeah, Chris thought to himself, Casey is no longer in this room anymore. He couldnt wait to go to that same place. Just at that moment, he heard the snap of the band being ripped off his arm and felt Hunter raise it to the ceiling. "And blast off" he heard Hunter say.
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  48. Part 4 I smoked another couple of bowls with TJ before I kicked him out, making sure he was good and spun. This would almost guarantee he'd be back for more. And sure enough, by three o'clock the next afternoon, he was outside my door jonesing for more. He looked disheveled and skanky, which only made me want him more! I let him in and his body odor hit me like a truck. He explained he hadn't gone home because his roommates don't approve of tweaking and that he had spent all night and day wandering the streets. I almost felt bad for my dirty little skater boy, but my cock was stirring in my shorts as I pictured this piece of street trash searching desperately for a fix and coming back to me. I let TJ take a nice, hot shower as I tossed his rank clothes in the wash. I was reclining on the sofa when he came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his boney hips, his dirty blond hair still dripping. His eyes lit up as he noticed the pipe packed full of the magic crystals. I motioned for him to sit next to me. I took a big hit, exhaling a nice big cloud. I handed it to TJ and enjoyed the sight of the trashy naked teen rolling the bowl and inhaling a nice, big hit. He collapsed back onto the couch with that certain look on his face. The look of someone who was coming down hard and had just taken the edge off. I smiled because I knew he was going to be so easy to get addicted. He took another hit before he handed it back to me, the greedy bitch. We passed the pipe back and forth until TJ had taken 6 big hits and I had taken 4. Then I set the pipe aside as I reached for the mirror and dumped a huge load of Tina on it. Then I took a razor blade and chopped at it until I had 4 nice big lines. I snorted 2 of them, then put the mirror back on the table. A look of crushing disappointment crossed TJ's face. "I don't get the other 2?" He brazenly asked. I looked a him for a minute before I started. "So, TJ , I've been fixing you up with some primo shit for a while now, and I've asked for very little in return." He just looked at me with his saucer eyes as I continued. "And this T? This is top of the line shit, and it isn't cheap. Now, I'm thinking you kinda owe me." He looked at me with puzzlement. "What do you want?" He finally asked. "I want you to suck my cock." TJ stood up saying, "No man, no way. I'm not no fag. I ain't gonna do that!" He exclaimed as he paced around. "Come on now." I prodded him. "It's very simple. You suck me off, and those two fat lines right there will be yours. If not, you can leave and never come back which means no more weed either." TJ stopped his pacing and stared at the lines. He was right on the precipice. I knew his fucked up mind wanted more drugs, and he kept looking at the mirror with desire on his face. "Come on TJ." I continued. "Just suck me off and it's yours, or leave and never come back." He ran his hands through his hair as he stared at the lines and contemplated his decision. After a few seconds he looked at me. "Fine!" he finally said. "But DON'T cum in my mouth! And nobody knows!" I didn't respond as I looked at him, standing there naked, knowing I was about to take one of his virginities. My cock was already almost hard. "Come here." I instructed him as I pulled off my shorts. I grabbed the pipe and quickly loaded a bowl. "Kneel right here." TJ slowly got on his knees as I spread my legs apart. He reached up and gingerly took a hold of my cock. This is one of the greatest moments there is, when a straight boy touches his first cock. He doesn't want to, but his desire to be high outweighs his beliefs. I smiled as he leaned forward and carefully put his mouth over the head of my dick. I had taken out my p.a., I didn't want his inexperienced mouth to crack a tooth. Electricity shot through my body as I felt the warm, wetness of his mouth. I lit the pipe and took a big hit, blowing it down into the face of the straight skater boy as he traded his mouth for drugs for the first time. I took another hit then pulled TJ off my cock. I let him have 3 more hits off the pipe. Then I handed him the poppers and watched as the whore took 4 long drags of the chemicals. "Now get back on my cock, WHORE!" I ordered him. I don't think he caught the whore part, but he was back on my cock, quick as a flash. Once he passed the initial phase of taking cock into his mouth for the first time, he really started sucking my dick with gusto. I continued to take occasional hits on the pipe, blowing it into his face. I'd let him take hits of poppers now and then before he would dive back onto my cock. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he sure liked it. He was doing an amazing job for a first timer. He would use one hand to jack my lower cock while he used his mouth on the rest getting a good 3 inches in there and stretching his mouth wide. I only had to tell him a couple of times to watch his teeth. After a good long time, TJ's efforts were finally going to pay off. I could feel the cum rising in me as I grabbed TJ's head. He tried to push himself off of me while mumbling, "Don't cum in my mouth." I held him fast as he struggled. "I never said I wouldn't come in your mouth, bitch. I said you have to suck me off, that means taking my load! Here it comes boy! Here it comes you little whore!" I exploded in his mouth as I pushed his head down further onto my cock. I wrapped my legs around his back as he fought to pull off me. I just gave another hard push on his head, forcing my fat cock to the back of his throat as I shot poz cum right down his esophagus. He gagged and choked as my cum leaked out of his mouth and down my cock. I finally released him and he sat back on his heels as he panted for air and tried to wipe the spit and cum off of his chin. God Damn he looked hot! A broken straight boy, is there anything better? He looked at me expectantly, like a puppy waiting for permission before it got it's treat. "Go ahead boy." I said to him. "You earned it." TJ grabbed the mirror and the rolled up bill and quickly snorted up the lines. "That's right whore." I whispered as TJ finished the second line and sat back on his feet again as he did the meth sniffs. "Take your payment."
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  49. Just throwing it out there. Just fucking, dating Black/POC does not negate a person from racism and racial bias. Most misogynist are married to women. It's how you treat them that matters. Like a sentient human being and not some tool for your sexual fantasy. POC need to start loving ourselves and stop trying to access privileged by running after white. It is unfair to truly open minded white person and reaks of low self esteem and self hatred. If you are into "thugs" there's a big difference being attracted to dangerous men of all races Chavez, gang members etc. Then imposing that label on one particular race, not even taking into consideration that persons personality or how they themselves identify.
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  50. Part 3 It had been nearly 16 years since I went back home to get Chase. After we left our old small town my sister discovered ‘our’ secret, the face that Chase and I were gay lovers and would not let him have contact with his sons although he was sending $5000 a week to her to support the three of them. My being her brother afforded me some contact with her and my nephews, but she was careful to monitor what was said. It wasn’t until the boys close to graduating high school that she allowed me (us) to buy the boys their own laptop computer to use for their schooling. I promised my sister that there would be software on both of them that would allow her to monitor what the boys did on the computers. What she didn’t know was that I had my computer expert install a program to bypass the monitoring software. Once the boys had the computers I could remotely activate the programs allowing us to communicate with the boys through video conference. I decided to contact them on my own without Chase to gage what she might have told them about him (and me). This was the first time I had seen the boys since they were 2 years old. They each had a nice lean swimmer’s build, looked a lot like their father in the face. I would be lying if didn’t admit that my cock stirred a little. I learned that they overheard her saying what a cock sucking faggot their father had turned out to be and if he wasn’t being so generous with his financial support she’d tell the boys the truth. The twins asked me if it was true that their dad was gay. I answered them honestly and let them know that not only was their dad gay, but their uncle as well. They both got a smirk on their faces as they let out a little laugh. That’s when I discovered that they definitely took after their father since they had been ‘messing around’ with each other for some time. Now they were 18 and about to graduate high school. Their mother wanted them to go to the local community college. I asked them what they really wanted to do with their future. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little shocked) when they said that they both wanted to come to the city and live with us. I told them that we’d have to discuss this with their father before a final decision would be made. I let Chase know that the software I had placed on the laptops was working and we could contact the boys at (just about) anytime. The next time we spoke with the boys all 4 of us were on video chat. I had not told Chase about the boys ‘sexual discovery’ when we contacted them together. I left it for the twins to tell him. What surprised me was the way that they decided to break the news. There they were on cam each wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts when they said that they had something they wanted to tell him, but instead of telling him they showed him. We watched the barely 18 year old twins start making out and before we knew it they were in 69. I was hard as steel and could tell that Chase was turned on as well. Before we could get a word in edge wise before one of the twins had the other one’s legs on his shoulders and thrusted his bare cock inside his brother’s ass. After they were all done I don’t think that we could deny their request to join us in the city, but we needed to confront the barebacking issue. We asked them if they had been ‘messing around’ with anyone else back home. They replied, why, they got enough cock with each other. Then we asked about their barebacking and learned that they had enough education in health at school to know the risks and that that was part of the turn on to fucking. I don’t know if we were ready for their next question, but Chase’s answer surprised me. The boys asked about our sexual behavior and if we barebacked. Chase was quick to say that both of us only fuck raw. I noticed a strange grin on the twin’s faces when they asked, actually, it was more like they knew the answer as they said, “Then you’re both poz we bet.” Chase then took his shirt off to reveal his biohazard tattoo on his right pec (mine is on the left since I am the top in our relationship). The boys loved the ink work and hoped to earn their own someday. Chase let them know that we thought we could work something out if they came to live with us. The boys share an old pickup my sister had bought them and right after graduation they packed up their stuff and left in the middle of the night leaving a note for their mother that they had lived with her long enough and that it was time to live with dad.
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