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This is not a story, but a comment that I'd like to make, that I am sure I'll get guff over. Seriously, will you guys stop being such critics of the stories that get posted here. There have been so many AMAZING stories that got started on this site which then died a withering death because the other BZ members feel that they've got to critique and nit-pick over the most ridiculous of things within these stories? If there's something you don't like within a story, just stop reading it. It's that simple. Someone gets hypnotized against their will and gets fucked, so what? Someone wore socks while getting fucked, so what? Someone's nasty old neighbor lures them in and then seduces them, so what? Someone get's off on Cheating, so what? Guess what, if you don't like any of it, so what! Let the rest of enjoy what we like. I feel like there has been a marked downturn in the amount of stuff being shared here, and this is a good part of why. I enjoy this site and want it to keep going. It takes a lot of energy to write these stories, and a lot of creativity to retell your escapades. Not everyone is going to be F. Scott Fitzgerald, but if the story is readable and gets me off, that's all I care about. And I wanna read that author's entire output instead of having some pissy critic kill it upon birth. Please, I can't be the only one who is feeling this. Here is your chance to speak up.

Took me some time to write this down since this week was crazy busy, but this is what happened on Tuesday, soon after I first met Rob & Dean. When I got back home after that fist incredible fuck they texted me and we got super horny sexting till they asked if i'd like to come over on Tuesday to have a repeat and if I am up for them to invite a few of their friends. Of course I replied "Fuck yeah!!!" and jokingly asked if I could bring my partner too, they were up for that lol so I texted him the info and he was totally horned up by the idea. Game on! Fast forward to Tuesday... I woke up with my partner already poking my hole and we had our morning fuck and he kept telling me how excited he is about me being used today by a new group. I asked him to not dump a load yet cause I wanted to get cleaned first and then he can dump a load or 2 to lube me up for later lol We arrived at their place at 4pm, right on schedule. They greeted us naked so we both stripped at the door and I introduced my partner and we all shared a kiss while walking to their living room that was dimly lit, for some drinks while we waited for their other guests to arrive. we got a short briefing that they invited 4 other guys (2 couples) that they occasionally play with and I am to going to enjoy them all since they were too well endowed. At this point all 4 of us were hard as we sipped our drinks and I just finished mine with a chug, winked at my partner and dropped to my knees and started sucking them, starting with dean who was the closest while Dean and my partner moved towards us (they are both equally hung in size and girth but shaped a bit different lol) while my partner was showing Dean how well he can throat fuck me, Rob went to the door to greet the others that arrived all at the same time. I saw them with the corner of my eye as they walked in and stripping and I was groaning with the sight of 4 hot men, all hung and getting harder by the second watching me sucking cock, saying "so that's the slut you bragged about?" my partner answered "come over and try for yourselves" so a circle was formed, I was surrounded by 7 men, going from cock to cock like a bitch in heat and I couldn't get enough of it till they all were rock hard and fucking my throat harder and harder till I was covered with my throat juices. That's when Rob said we should take this party to the basement so I got up to stretch my leges and we headed downstairs to their basement that was obviously their family room when the kids are there but was transformed to a play room with a sling and a big mattress in the middle of the room. This is going be fun! That's when I was placed on the sling, tied my legs and hands and the plug I had in me was pulled out by my partner who told them "I loaded him up with 2 loads for you guys, don't go slow, fuck my beautiful partner up!" I just groaned as on by on they started plowing me, the first one played with my hole entrance with his 10" cock, then smiled at the group and shoved all the way in. I was gasping from the surprise and told him to just give me all he got! That started the train of men fucking me on the sling, pulling out and replaced by another while I was given their cock to clean up. At this point, about an hour later only 3 loaded me up and they wanted to switch positions so I was put on my hand and kneed on the mattress and the spitroasting began. again, one by one they took turns fucking both my hole and my throat while in between someone placed a bottle of popper up my nose to keep me horned up (as if I need to be MORE horny lol) they all commented on what a good slit I was, how my partner is very lucky and they were all impressed by how well I took dick deep in me in both holes and how good I clean the cock that just pounded my hole with my mouth. I was just groaning and moaning and begged for them to continue. on a side note, the smallest cock was Deans at 8" and thick, the rest were all 9 and 10 while Rob and my partner were both 11". I was a very happy slut! By now they all dumped at least 1 load on me while both Rob and my partner dumped a second load in me, my hole was a cummy mess and sloppy while I used my muscles to tighten up. That was when they wanted to try double penetrating me as they all heard I could take is so well so the hosts were given the first go as Rob was laying on his back while I lowered my used hole on his till he was all the way in me while Dean began shoving his cock too. Someone fed me poppers and I was in heaven! they began thrusting in and out till the found a good rhythm while the rest of the guests cheered them on, shouting "fuck yeah, use the slut!" and I was riding like a pro putting on a show. they fucked me like that for a while till they both loaded me up at the same time, I kept riding with my sloppy hole till my partner laid next to us and I was lifted off the cocks in me by 2 guys and I was put down on my partners cock till he was too all the way in, then the routine began, one by one the pushed their cock in alongside my well hung partner, till they all came in me, except for my partner (he has incredible stamina!) I think this all went on for almost 1.5 hours of non stop Double Penetration of my hole which was so loose by now and cum was running down my legs as I stood up. That's when my partner told Rob lay down and that he wanted to show the group how well I could take two 11" cocks up my cunt and they did exactly that! They went full power on my hole and plowed my hole so hard, we were all moaning like animals for nearly 30 minutes till the both nutted in me! I was both exhausted and yet my hole was buzzing from all the pounding and loads I received wanting more!! after a short rest that we all grabbed a drink and chatted a bit I was placed back on the sling, this time they wanted to really open me up even further so I was fed more poppers as my partner showed them how well my used hole opens up as he began inserting his fist, using only the loads that they all dumped in me. i just love how feeling my partner fill me up like this can be both so intimate and yet so sleazy in the situation! he began putting on a show for them and went deep slowly till I was having another anal orgasm (by this point I came handsfree like 4-5 times already lol) And again, a train of men fisting me began, I was shivering from all the attention I was getting, a fist in my hole, hands groping me all over and a dick in my mouth. A total pig! At one point my partner was in my mouth and loudly asked if I was thirsty, I knew exactly what he meant and just moaned, he understood the sign and I began feeling the warmth in my throat of his piss as he started flooding my guts. They all cheered again and as my partner pulled out his saved a bit of his piss to spray directly on my mouth and over my face. Oink! needles to say that they all took turns pissing in my mouth or on me (I guess it was good we told the hosts to prep with a rubber mattress 😉) I was in pig heaven! this went for a while and I had a fist in my at all time, at some point 2 guys stretched my hole with their hands, stretching me even further and then they started punch fucking me. I just couldn't believe how good it all felt and I just begged them to go even further. And hour later, when they decided it was time they wanted to dump one more load in me and they started fucking my lose hole yet again, it was overflowing with cum till one by one they began dumping their loads in me Of course I cleaned them off with my mouth like the good pig that I am (I fucking love ass to mouth!!!) This time it was faster and 40 minutes later they were all done loading me up, I was plugged with a big plug my partner brought with us and was release from the sling. it was hard for me to stand up, my legs were like jello lol Overall we spent 5 hours when I was the only bottom for the men to fuck, breed, fist and filled with piss as we said our goodbyes and were headed home in an Uber, I bet the driver could smell all the cum, piss and swear we were both covered with lol we arrived home, both well spent we headed to the shower as my partner unplugged me, shoved his big cock deep in me and dumped one more last load in me before I release 25-30 loads they all dumped in me and we went to bed, i was cuddled and had his ever hard cock in me As we fell asleep he whispered in my ear how proud he is of me and what a wonderful slut I am 🥰

The term "clean" as applied to HIV-negative people is offensive. The clear implication is that anyone who is not HIV-negative is "dirty". By all means, I encourage you to take all the precautions you can. But please stop with the language suggesting HIV-positive people are less than "clean".

I've been chatting a little with a young guy for the last few months. It didn't look like we could make a hookup work. He couldn't host and neither can I. At my noon break today there was a message that he could host but needed to be finished by 2. I was free, got his address, and was on my way. He had me park down the street and warned me about the barking dog. When I got to the door it was clear he's about 19 and this is his parents house. He hustles me up to his bedroom and we start kissing. Deep passionate kissing. This twink has natural talent. He keeps apologizing for being nervous. I reassure him it's only natural. As we make out my hands slide up inside his sweat shirt and down to cup his hairy ass cheeks inside his sweat pants. He asks if it's ok to take off his shirt and apologizes. I assure him there's nothing to apologize for and we are soon both shirtless, hugging and making out. My hand moves around under the front of his sweats and finds a slim hardening 5 or 6 inch cock. You guessed it, he apologized 'it isn't hard yet.' More reassurance from me. I wonder out loud what he's hoping for. "Maybe I could try to have you fuck me?" Tentative and apologetic voice. I confess, "I 'm not a very good top really. " "Oh. Never? Then I could try to fuck you. " "I'd like that. " "But I'm not hard." "Can I suck you hard?" I offer . "If you like. " "Oh I like!" I assure him and drop my pants as I crouch and take him in my mouth. After a bit I ask, "Do you like that, do you like your dick in my mouth?" "Oh yeah!" His smiling face is in agreement with his words. Then we switch places and he's very tentative about taking my thick eight inches into his mouth. I assure him he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do. He agrees, not this time. I assure him I'm ok with that and go back to work on his twink cock with my expert mouth and throat. He's hyper hard and I'd prefer his nervous young load in my ass. "Do you want to fuck me now?" "Is that what you want?" "Oh yeah!" "Then I will try. " As I lie on my back on his bed he goes to his desk and tells me he has a condom. I tell him he doesn't need that for me. He says he wants it anyway. I ask if he has lube. He points to the bottle of Vaseline and says, sorry this is all I have. I reasure him that's fine with me. I don't tell him why. I know I'm a deceptive old pervert taking advantage of a naive young man. 😜 He crawls in between my legs. Works to get the condom on as I grease my hole with Vaseline. He tries to enter me but has lost his erection. Apologizing he pulls it off and lays it aside. I pull his lovely naked body in on top of me and we are passionately making out once again. My hand is jerking his young cock and it is hard once again. I suggest he might want to try again and aim his raw cock at my greased hole. On his first try he penetrates me with half his raw erection. My ass contracts with pain. And he apologizes. I assure him it's OK, breath deep and ease the rest of him into the hilt. It now feels great for me and I check with him. "It feels great!" he assures me. So the fucking begins. I ask if he's less anxious if we talk. He responds, "Yes please, keep us talking. " I learn he's only fucked a couple other guys. Always with condoms. He's never been fucked. This is the first time he's been in an ass bareback. He loves the feeling of his raw cock in my hole. I have to work to get him to look at my face. He relaxes and smiles when I succeed. 'Can he tell I'm enjoying myself?' He smiles and tells me he can. And yes he's enjoying himself, but he anxiously looks down to check his cock and he starts to retch. 'Damn' I think to myself, 'I must not be squeaky clean.' I hadn't had time to do a careful clean out. He apologizes and asks if he can go clean up. While he's gone I pull out my wet whipes. Everything is clean. I stick a finger in deep. Still clean and passing the sniff test. I lie back on the bed and without getting my hopes up, apply more Vaseline to my hole. He's very apologetic when he comes back and anxiously tells me he's not sure he can continue, maybe another time. I assure him that's okay, I understand and I ask him if he wants to cuddle for a bit. He quickly moves his naked body into mine and I offer soothing sounds and gentle kisses to his forehead. Soon his mouth moves to mine and once again we are passionately making out. My hand finds his cock and he is rock hard. I ask if he wants to 69. He looks confused. I ask if he knows what 69 is and has he ever done it. He knows but never has. Does he want me to suck his cock? Yes. So I have him move it up to my mouth. He's soon straddling my chest and I'm working his super hard dick with my mouth and throat. I stop long enough to ask if he likes this. "Oh, yeah!" I help him adjust so he can fuck my face. 'I'm sorry, you're going to make me cum." "Don't be sorry, give it to me", and I took him deep again. His first shot hit my tounge leaving a bit of a bitter taste. The rest shoot deep down my throat. Not exactly what I had hoped for, but good enough. "Sorry " a deeply concerned look on his face. 'There is nothing to be sorry about. That was fantastic ." I reassured and meant it. Once again his naked body was on top of mine and we were passionately kissing. Once again he was super hard. I gently asked if he wanted to try getting into my ass again. "I can try, but I want the condom if that's okay?" "Whatever you need. " We retrieved the condom he had set aside and he hastily pulled it back on. There was a huge air bubble trapped in it. I liked the look of that. I helped him line it up with my hole and he was inside me lickity split. He was clearly enjoying this fuck until he felt something and feared he had slipped out. He checked, saw he was still inside and reassured himself he could see the condom. Back to a great fuck during which he apologetically asked me to keep the noise down for fear of the neighbors hearing. It was my turn to apologize and assure him I was loving this and too enthusiastic with my voiced pleasure . He agreed and soon confessed I was about to make him cum again. "Great!" I joyfully assured him. He pushed in deep and there were subtle signs he was ejaculating into the condom deep in my ass. We deep kissed some more and I thanked him. When he pulled out I saw what I was hoping for. The condom had broken and was only around the base of his young cock. I moved a finger to my ass and sure enough he had bred me his young naive load. I had him check his cock. He was horrified. I assured him I couldn't be more satisfied. I'd wanted his cum in my mouth. He looked concerned. And in my ... He finished my sentence "Ass" and a big smile broke out on his face. He then hurriedly ran off to the bathroom. I was almost dressed when he got back and quickly slipped into his sweats. He kept the dog quiet and called thanks as I scurried out the door and down the street to my car, taking care every step to keep as much of his prize virgin load in my ass as I could. And yes, it is still in me every bit as much as the one in my stomach. I stopped on my drive home to send him a thank you note, "Amazing, amazing, amazing!" He sent a note back, assuring me he had enjoyed himself. Literally fucking fantastic! Stealthed his first load deposit into my cum dump ass. Now I wonder if I'll get another chance with him, and if he'll ever want to use a condom with me again? Further, might I be the first to claim his twink virgin ass ? Might I be the first to breed his beautiful young hairy ass? Mmmmm, mmmmm. I couldn't be happier.

Rex sat in the small waiting room of the backroads repair shop. He was in Crypress Branch, bumfuck Alabama, somewhere near Mobile, on his way to New Orleans, and had some car trouble—he was pretty sure it was the carborator. Rex was sweating through his tight muscle tee, and he smiled as the little blonde mechanic kept on checking him out. Rex leaned back and put his hands behind his neck. making sure the kid got a good look at the hair peeking out of the collar and sleeves of T-shirt and the hard flat planes of his stomach. Blushing, the kid slid back under the car. The kids name was Wes, he’d said. He was fucking gorgeous. Pretty blonde hair, blue eyes, twinky body. And Rex was pretty sure he was wearing a cock cage and plug in his ass. He could just make out the outlines of both through the overalls he wore—which were unusually tight in the ass—as the kid fiddled with something under the car. So, a pervy blonde redneck mechanic in rural Alabama? What were the odds of that? Rex smiled and squeezed his bulge right as a huge black bear entered from a side door. The man was huge, probably 6’5”, with huge shoulders, dark skin, close-shaved hair, and giant hands. “I am Big Ed,” the man said, “Do you like my boy?” Rex startled for a minute at the implications behind the question, then smiled. “You keep him locked and caged?” Rex asked, smiling. “Sure do,” Big Ed a grabbed at his big bulge. “Since it’s Friday and I can’t get your carburetor parts until Monday. You are welcome to stay with us for the weekend and sample his sweet pussy,” Big Ed smirked “I love to see him get doubled with white cock and my big black cock.” “Come out here boy and show the nice man how much you love cock,” Big Ed directed, closing the big garage door and turning over the window sign to “closed.” Wes pulled himself out from under the vehicle, grinned, and immediately stripped down. Max whistler in appreciation. The boy was more muscular than he’d anticipated, a twink frame that had clearly been working out, his pert ass framed by a red jockstrap. His shoulders were wide and his abs showed a tight six pack. “Show me that pussy,” Rex commanded. With practiced ease Wes spread out his coveralls and knelt with his head on the ground and reached back and spread his ass open. Rex admired the perfect globes and dimples of the boy’s bubble butt. Ed reached down and slid the big red plug out of Wes’s hole. Rex smiled, “Now that’s a pretty pussy.” Ed nodded and smiled and slid four of his fingers in, pinching up the swollen lips. “Wes pumps his pussy for an hour each day,” Ed said, as Wes began to whine and push back on Ed’s massive fingers. “Between the pumping, being a horny 20-year-old, clit locked for 250 days thus far this year, and plugged pretty much all the time,” Ed smiled, “little Wessy is pure cuntboy.” Rex smiled and let his big thick 10 inches out of his jeans, pulling his T-shirt off to reveal his broad muscles and pelt of dark blonde fur. “Show our new friend your hot little mouth,” Ed directed. The boy sure was a class-a cocksucker. And while Rex’s cock was huge, it was nothing compared to the 13 inches of beer battle thick cock Big Ed pulled out of his trousers. Ed slipped the big plug out of his boy and slid his cock in, even as practiced as Wes clearly was at taking his Daddy’s big tool, Rex felt the boy grunt around his own big cock as the huge tool slid up the pussyboy’s chute. After both of the top men came, Ed cutting loose seconds after Rex shouted he was coming. They left their cocks in the boy’s holes, after a few seconds, Ed nodded and said, “Feed him a load of piss.” Rex sighed and Wes began swallowing a load of strong piss while Ed filled his ass. When the two men were done, Ed slapped Wes’s ass “Kept it high boy,” and Wes arched his back. Ed smiled at Rex as he reached into a pocket of his overalls revealing a big white baggy of Tina. “Sometimes to start the weekend I like to make my regular piss chempiss, to get the boy started.” He proceeded to pull a huge bump out and slipped it into the boy. As he smoothly slid the buttplug in, Wes began to groan and wiggle his ass. “Gave him a big one,” Ed smiled, “cant wait to seek him getting fucked by your big white cock.”

Jesse was a 21 year old gay man. A toy boy to one wealthy older man for the pass two years. Ricky. Just fell in love with the light brown hair twink. For Jesse. He saw Ricky as his way out of being poor. Jesse did have a boyfriend David. When David saw that Ricky was interested in Jesse. They devised a plan. Ricky who had health problems due to his full blown AIDS diagnosis. Made sure he used a condom with Jesse. He wanted Jesse to carry on his legacy so to speak with his businesses. The one person who didn’t trust Jesse was Ricky’s friend Hank. He couldn’t get what it was that Jesse saw in Ricky. Hank thought “Jesse is a good looking guy.” “I’d fuck him too.” Hank knew he wouldn’t have a chance with the good looking twink. Being overweight and having AIDS himself and average looks and still barebacks guys but lets them know that he’s positive. Jesse kept a distance from Hank. He had seen the way Hank had looked at him. And was careful not to get caught when he and David had sex while Ricky was out or sleeping. Jesse and David did get caught by Hank. Thou they didn’t know it. Hank was going to set up Jesse big time. ”David.” “I’m not sure how much more we can sneak around.” “I’m worried that Ricky will catch us.” “Then what will we do?” “I signed not a prenup, but a contract that I wouldn’t cheat on Ricky.” “Hang in there.” We’re in the home stretch.” David answered. unknown to the young men. Hank had set up a camera and recorder that would expose the two. But Hank had other ideas. A few days later, Hank got Jesse alone to talk to him. “There’s something I want to show you.” Hank said to him. He played the video of Jesse and David having sex. Then played the recording. Jesse was caught and Hank knew it. Going to Ricky and begging his forgiveness wouldn’t work. Jesse violated the contract and would be kicked out. ”I have a proposal for you.” Hank said. “You spend one night with me and I’ll lose the video and recording.” “Ricky will never know.” “I’ll give you till tomorrow morning.” Jesse was shocked. Hank is blackmailing me into having sex with him. And if I don’t he’ll expose me to Ricky. Deciding not to tell David. And consenting to Hank’s “proposal” Hank and Jesse would have sex. Hank started to feel Jesse’s body. All smooth. Jesse hated Hank’s hands all over his body. But with no other choice Hank did what he wanted. Both now completely naked. Hank ordered Jesse on his knees to suck his dick. Hank was 7inches hard. And he was enjoying Jesse’s mouth on his cock. They moved to Hank’s bed. Hank went to kiss Jesse. But turned his head away. But Hank turned and kissed him anyway. Hank ate out Jesse’s ass. “Fuck” Hank said. “You got a nice loose ass.” “Are you getting fucked by anyone else?” He asked. ”No.” Jesse answered angrily. “No need to get offensive.” Hank replied. “He lubed up his dick and Jesse’s ass. Slowly entering the young man’s ass. “Wait” Jesse said. “Where’s your condom?” “I’m not going to wear one.” “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.” Hank said with an evil grin. Hank started going in and out with slow small thrusts. “Ahhh you feel so good.” Hank said. “It’s like my cock was meant for your ass.” Jesse hated Hank. Hated that this guy was now deep inside him. What felt like hours to Jesse, was about an hour. Hank let out a yell “I’m cumming!” Several loads went deep inside Jesse’s ass. Hank clasped on top of him. Keeping his dick inside him. While falling asleep like that. The next morning Hank destroyed the video and the recording. However he had a new video that he showed both Ricky and David. Who both were angry with both Hank and Jesse. Ricky kicked Jesse out. David broke it off with Jesse. then Hank told Jesse he was positive and that there was a good chance that Jesse was positive to. And it turns out that Jesse was. And with no other place to go. David took him in and forced him to be his personal cumdump

Ed and Wes lived in a big apartment above the shop. Rex threw on his jeans and grabbed his small daybag and a big duffel bag full of toys out out his pickup and followed the man and his boy up the stairs. Looking around, Rex thought it was surprisingly well-decorated, for a place above a body shop. The whole place was sophisticated and modern, with expensive woods and tasteful lighting. The apartment was a sharp contrast to the functional space below decorated with old calendars. While the garage was cleaner and better supplied than the country repair shops he remember from his Ozark childhood, the apartment was more like something he would expect in a city. Rex shrugged. Sometimes it was better not to know. “Thanks for this. Ed” Rex smiled “I would have had to go look for some boy pussy in New Orleans.” Ed grinned, “Think nothing of it. Wes texted me there was a big white stud in the shop who wouldn’t be traveling until Monday.” He continued, “And if course I jumped at the chance to let another man use my boy.” About an hour after they went upstairs, little Wes was getting desperate. He’d served the bigger men a couple of beers while they smoked a bowl, occasionally shotgunning one or two to him. But the big load of chempiss (Ed had added another big bump around the big red plug) was still there, now held in place by an inflatable plus Rex had produced from his bag of tricks. He would suck one man while the other took turns inflating and deflating and teasing his hole by fucking him with the plug. Every time he let even the smallest squirt of piss came out, they would inflate the plug to its maximum, and give him ten hard spanks. His stomach was cramping and he started moaning and begging. Finally Ed inflatable the plug up to his maximum and made the boy walk to the bathroom, where after ten minutes of Wes pleading Ed reached up and pulled the plug out in one motion, the two men laughing as the boy shrieked and the piss came gushing out. Ed turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and then switched the water to a sure shot with a long rubber tube. “Get into position boy,” Ed commanded, “Wanna do the honors, Rex?” Rex smiled and stuck the hose up Wes’s hole. “Can you take your daddies fist deep?” Wes shook his head no. Rex smiled and pushed the hose in deeper, making Wes go rigid and moan. “That’s gonna change after I am through with you.” So Wes sucked and sucked on his daddies big cock and worshiped his asshole, his face buried by the big bear’s huge buttocks. Rex cleaned him out deep, always pushing deeper and ignoring the boy’s pleas for mercy. After about 45 minutes of non stop work with the hose, Rex had got the entire long rubber part and about three inches of the metal buried in the boys pussy. Rex turned the water up and slowly fucked the boy, gaining an inch more of depth. He then pulled the hose out and made the boy release it all, quivering and moaning. Wes then cleaned the bodies of the top men, licking and kissing first and then gently cleaning with soap. The men made him spend special attention to cleaning deep into their assholes with his tongue and Ed especially made him worship and suckle on his toes. After everyone was dried off, Ed lead them into their big bed room. “Get out the rubber sheets, boy,” Ed ordered, “It’s time our guest got to sample your hot pussy.” Once the sheet were on, Ed and Rex relaxed and shared a bowl while Wes put up a sling, with a comfortable stool at the foot and a big rubber sheet underneath. Then as ordered, Wes covered his cock cage with a leather jockstrap trimmed in red. Ed had him stand at the foot of the bed and watch, as Rex and Ed stroked their big cocks. The boy was clearer overtaken by cocklust and started begging to be fucked. Ed told him to get out the party supplies, and he pulled out a black lacquer tray with several large vials of Tina, a needle less syringe, a bottle of distilled water, some ecstasy pills, and a vial of GHB amd a couple of small bottles of Gatorade and set it beside his big black bear daddy. Ed looked at him. “See something you like, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Wes breathed. “What do you see that you like boy?” Ed ordered. “Two big cocks, daddy,” Wes replied. “You’re going to serve these cocks, boy” Ed promised, “And you’re going to make me proud by how well you milk our new friend Rex. Now get into position.” Wes leaned over and spread his cheecks, his asshole fluttering, his big pumped ass lips throbbing. Ed mixed up a potent booty bump crushing an X tablet up with a huge line of Tina, and without ceremony shoved the syringe in as deep as he could, quickly release the liquid drug’s up the boys hole. He shoved some more crystal flakes up the boys hole and sealed it with a small ball plug. “Lay across me boy and get Rex hard,” Ed commanded, “I am going to make sure your hole is at peak fire, so Rex can enjoy the pussy I made at its finest.” Wes gave Rex another one of his excellent blowjobs, while his daddy bear played with his pussy, giving Wes small additional doses of Tina and toying with his big pussy lips and his insides. Once the boy started really begging, Ed said, “Rex, get you some of this.” Rex positioned the boy on his hands and knees, his mouth slurping on his daddy bears giant cock. “Sweet Jesus, that feels great,” Rex sighed as he sunk his thick tool up the boys chute, and settled in for a long fuck. Rex fucked the boy for almost an hour, using the boys pussy like a fleshlight, bringing himself right to the edge before stopping. He fucked the boy in every position, Wes’s eyes rolled up in his head, his existence reduced to the pleasure his hole felt from the big cock using it. After Rex shot a giant load, Ed fucked Wes’s ass while Rex enjoyed the boys perfect mouth. They fucked the boy nonstop for 7 or 8 hours. Anytime the men needed a break they lay down and the boy rode them. Anytime he showed a sign of flagging Ed would “recharge” his hole with bumps of Tina. Finally, the men tired of fucking and Rex tied the boy on his back, with his legs up, and arms bound holding his legs up, on the rubber sheet under the sling. The two men dropped huge loads of potent chempiss into the boy and Rex pulled a prostate stimulator out and positioned it into the boy hole, adjusting it so it was almost painfully stimulating his prostate and he was approaching a continuous assgasm, Rex finished the arrangement off with one of the boys big plugs, which only pressed the stimulator tighter against his sensitive inner bud. As the boy lay moaning and crying out on his back, Ed and Rex settled onto the bed to share a bowl. “I wanna see you fist my boy,” Ed said, “I want you to make him squirm.” “I specialize in opening boys to new depths,” Rex said, stroking his big meat, “I can get him to take you much deeper than he has.” “That would be great,” Ed smiled, “Although he has learned to be love being punched, but for depth my hands are so big…”. “My hands are big too,” Rex grinned evilly, “But I don’t mind hurting a boy to get where I want and I have a bunch of long tools in this bag to get him deep inside.” Ed smiled, “I’ve been too easy on the boy, but that changes tonight. Let’s see what you can do, but from now on when I am in the mood to see him suffer, he’ll suffer.” Ed grinned, and said, “Before we move to fisting my boy, let’s have him renew our drug supply.” Rex raised his eyebrows. “My dealers got a big thing for Wes and so I sell his pussy to Wes to get big discounts. Believe me when Tom and Julio have had a few hours at him, he’ll be begging for our fists.”

Jason did return quite regularly after that, and seemed to come out of his shell a bit more with us as he got more used to feeling like what he was doing was OK. It was maybe the fourth or fifth visit to ours that he actually decided to stick around for a bit to have a drink and talk after we’d fucked, and the eighth visit was when we first managed to get him to undress again for a second round before staying the night in one of the guest bedrooms. We tested his boundaries a little more with each visit, and discovered that he seemed to respond well to a bit of domination. We took things slowly on that front, starting with strapping him onto the bench, then into the sling, and eventually into a set of stocks that Stone ordered to add to the playroom equipment (which of course we had ‘christened’ with me being put into them first before Stone invited the whole neighbourhood round to join in). However, we also got him to start practicing as a versatile performer, mixing up what we did to him with the occasional topping role, usually with me as the bottom but also a couple of times with Stone. He was certainly a very eager student. We weren’t really sure what was happening with him outside of his visits to our place, but one day he decided to talk about it with us over some post-fucking drinks and cigarettes. Evidently the studio had not responded well to his arrest, so despite the charges being dropped they had let quietly him go from his contract. However, one of the execs had put him onto a friend of his, and Jason had started working with him. These were all-black orgy films shot with a single camera around the guy’s house, and Jason always wore a hood as he took up position on his front or back to get fucked and bred by the various tops and versatile performers also on set. He showed us one of the films that had been released onto that studio’s website, and what surprised us the most was that it was so obviously him, given he wore no top so his distinctive tattoos were on full view, and he hadn’t even taken off his trademark gold Cubans. We decided not to say anything about this though, and once he was gone we had looked through all of the videos he had done with this new outfit. Despite him clearly getting other action now, he carried on visiting us on a pretty regular basis. On one occasion we decided to take things up a notch or two by ‘forgetting’ that we had invited Frank and Bram over to play, and when they entered the playroom through the side door Jason looked a bit like a deer in headlights. Credit to him though, because after only a brief moment of looking like he was about to freak out, he relaxed and went with the flow. Loads were taken by all that night, though Jason’s hole was obviously the main focus. Thereafter we brought Frank, Bram and some other friends in on the play every now and then. Jason did eventually get sick, and Stone and I took it in turns to be at his place looking after him while he converted. He seemed to understand what had happened, and didn’t react too badly when we took him to a clinic and the result was confirmed. He eventually told us that his prep supply had indeed ended when his contract was terminated, but by then he wasn’t able to turn off his need to be bred despite no longer being protected. He had not been actively chasing, but nor did he do anything to reduce the risk of infection and had kind of known it was inevitable. He told us he knew we must be poz because of working with Scorpex, and that he knew he could also maybe just start seeking what he needed from neg or undetectable guys, but somehow had just wanted to keep coming to our playroom. He genuinely seemed OK with it, although we suspected he might need a bit of support as the reality dawned on him so we kept an eye out. In the meantime we decided to introduce him to Scorpex, and it turned out they had been enamoured with the hooded blinged-up bottom appearing in the orgy films but had somehow failed to make the connection. Jason was soon signed up for a contract as a versatile performer, giving him access to healthcare insurance so he could go on meds and, in time, get some support when he did start to freak out a bit about his new status. He has become a popular performer with Scorpex, and Stone and I got to appear with him when the execs wanted him to be dominated for a shoot and he had said he would only do that with us. Interestingly, Jason has settled into a sort of middle ground in life, having started out as a straight man performing only as a top, becoming a needy hungry bottom with us, but now happily able to talk about his bisexuality. He actually has a girlfriend, a poz dancer he met through a support group, but she is relaxed about his work and also the need to satisfy other urges to keep him happy. As such, while no longer as frequent as it was for a while, he still comes over every now and then to play. Seeing Jason find a bit of peace and happiness with himself has spurred me on too. Stone and I are about to go away to a cabin in Colorado for a little break, and I have decided to take the plunge. He and I are perfect together, and when I find the right place and time up in the mountains, I shall be getting down on one knee. Wish me luck! THE END

I sighed and put my iPad down on the coffee table in front of me. “Babe” I called out, “come take a break before you make yourself crazy.” A few moments later Stone slouched into the room, looking thoroughly pissed. “I don’t get it” he said. “Can’t people just hit the Back button and move on to something they do like? It’s not like I’m getting paid to do any of this, or trying to get famous from it. I mean, my stuff is out there for people to enjoy for free, so why the need to be negative if they would prefer something else?” “I know” I replied, “but I did warn you about reading the comments.” “Yeah” he grumbled, as he sat down next to me and I put my hand on his leg. “But I want to see what people who do actually like my sort of stuff have to say in case it gives me some more ideas or helps me to make the songs better. I spend time doing this stuff in a way I enjoy myself, and I like talking to other people who have similar tastes.” Stone had recently decided to start posting music he had been making, which was a mix of his own songs and covers of others, delivered in a very different way to the originals. His videos were of him performing live, but he obscured most of his face and applied a black-and-white filter to avoid getting recognised. He had no plans to try to make something out of it, and was just doing it in his spare time for his own enjoyment and to hopefully entertain a few others. He was, however, leaning the hard way about what the internet was really like. “Listen” I said, “how about we have a bit of fun to work off your frustrations, and see if maybe that stirs up some more positive thoughts for you?” “Oh yeah?” he asked, turning to me with a smirk. “Would this ‘fun’ involve me pounding you into next week by any chance?” “I’d definitely be up for that” I chuckled, “but I was thinking more of following up on a lead I’ve had.” “A lead?” he asked, looking quizzically at me. “Jason” I said. “Found out a bit more about what happened, and where we might find him.” “Well, that does sound promising” Stone said. “But unless we’re gonna find him waiting outside right this minute, I think we might have to go with my idea first.” I laughed out loud, but also knew he wasn’t joking so duly got off the couch and started to pull down my shorts. Mere moments later I was bent over the dining table with the man I loved working out the frustrations of his evening in my hole. Once we’d recovered from the rather frenetic fuck, we got cleaned up and then headed out. Having been kicked out of the apartment he had shared with his now ex-girlfriend, Jason was temporarily staying with a mutual friend who had got curious about his nighttime absences and had thus followed him out one evening. Unbeknownst to Jason, this mutual friend was quite into what Stone and I had been doing, so had let me know what he had found out and promised to message me when his new housemate went out. Such a message had arrived just as Stone was erupting inside of me, and we were now en route to the park he had told us about. After parking nearby we split up to look around, keeping our phones to hand to quickly message each other. There were a few guys hanging around who seemed like they might be cruising, but others who I thought were probably seeking or selling drugs, making it far more likely the police would be nearby. ME: Keep an eye out and be ready to run. Drugs. STONE: OK. Fortunately it was just a minute after sending that message that I caught sight of Jason, standing by a tree looking at his phone. He seemed to hear me approach as he put it away, stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up to see what was going on, his expression changing the instant I came into a pool of light from on of the few dim lamps around the place. “Greg” he muttered. “What the fuck man?” “Hey Jason” I said. “Been a while.” “Get out of here” he growled. “No fucking way” I replied. “Not without getting you out of here too.” “Who sent you?” he asked, glowering at me. “No-one” I half-lied, “but I heard what went down and we want to help you.” “We?” he said, pulling his hands out his pockets and balling his fists. “I’m here with Stone” I said. “What the fuck” he whispered. “Why don’t you come with us and we’ll talk about it?” I said. “Before the police get here again.” He glared at me, but eventually nodded as he pushed himself off the tree he had been leaning against. I started walking back in the general direction of the car, typing out a quick message to Stone so he’d meet us there. None of us said a thing as we got to the car, Jason climbing in the back while we got in the front. After watching a darkened patrol car glide past us towards the park we had just left, I quickly pulled out and set off, doing some cursory checks to make sure we weren’t being followed, particularly as I didn’t know if Jason had anything on him that could be a problem if we were pulled over. Once I could see we were clear, I decided not to freak him out too much by taking him to ours and instead headed to a bar we knew that afforded its patrons with high-sided booths and plenty of privacy. Jason said nothing as we entered, so I got him the same rum and coke I remembered him drinking on set back in the day, while opting for plain cokes for me and Stone. “What happened man?” I asked Jason, once we’d been sat in a booth in silence for a bit. “Nothing happened” he quietly replied, staring at his drink. “I wasn’t doing nothing, had all my clothes on, had no drugs, no cash, so they had to drop the charges.” “You got lucky” Stone said. “Fuck off” he snapped, before letting out a deep breath and continuing in a softer tone. “Sorry man. Yeah, I know I got lucky.” “So what were you doing there?” I asked. Jason said nothing for a while, but we gave him time to gather his thoughts. Then, with a lot of initial hesitation, he started to tell us the story. His girlfriend, a performer herself, had wanted to spice things up a bit and had arranged for another of her female co-stars to join them for a threesome. Then after that it was a different female co-star, and then a third. But one night it was another man she had brought to their bed, who Jason knew worked on hetero, bi and gay films. The sex had all been about her, but then she had invited the same man back again and started taking things in a different direction. Jason was of course well used to fucking men on-camera so had not had any real issues at first, but it was once his girlfriend was asleep and the rum had continued flowing that the ante was upped. His girlfriend woke up to find him on his hands and knees losing his anal virginity. Thereafter it had solely been other men she had brought to their bed, and Jason had to get used to her expectations to see him bottoming. However, she had suddenly lost interest in all this and had stopped inviting anyone else into their sex life, cutting him off from something he had really started to get into even if he wasn’t ready to admit that out loud. The trips to the park had started initially when he was drunk and his inhibitions lowered, but he eventually began seeking out that release even when sober. He dressed it up as a new exercise regime that involved an intense nighttime run before bed, and seemed to get away with it at first. However, he had not known that his girlfriend was starting to suspect what he was up to, not least because he was no longer performing as well in the bedroom with her, so when he was arrested in a sting and had needed her to bail him out, the writing was on the wall for their relationship. He was out on the street the next day. “You know” I said, “you don’t need to go looking for it in such a risky way, particularly when there’s other illegal things going down that attract the cops.” “Yeah” Jason mumbled. “We could help if you want” said Stone. “Give you somewhere to explore that side of yourself, where you don’t have to worry about it getting out.” “Plus, you know, we’ve both been on the same journey” I offered. Jason looked up at me, and fixed me with a stare for a while before speaking. “Do you think I’m gay?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter what I think” I said, “nor does it matter if you are or not. You just know now that it feels good, and you should be able to do something about that in private.” He carried on staring at me, before nodding and looking back down at his drink. “OK” he said. He swirled his finger round his glass, before picking it up and gulping down the contents. He slammed the glass back on the table, and then fixed Stone with a look. “Show me” he said, before sliding along the bench and out of the booth. Stone and I left our drinks on the table, and followed Jason out of the bar. He had some jumpy energy about him, so I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and offered him one. Once we had all lit up, I delicately probed a little further just to see what Jason would be most comfortable with, including whether or not it was actually us he wanted to explore with or if he just wanted our help. By the time we were stubbing out the cigarettes we had settled on him coming back to ours, so we got back into the car and drove home in silence. Jason didn’t seem to want to delay things with another drink, so we ushered him down to the playroom where he quickly stripped down to his jock. However, the big surprise came as Stone and I were getting naked, when Jason reached behind himself and delicately pulled a lubed plug out of his hole. Knowing this meant we could just get down to business, we urged him to get down on the bench so he could be comfortable, before Stone took up position and starting gently rubbing Jason’s hole with his cock. “Do it” Jason growled, ever so slightly pushing back. Stone looked up at me and winked, then focused on the inviting hole in front of him. He started pushing his girthy dry cock into Jason, content that no condom had been offered or requested, and assuming that there was already enough lubrication in there based on how wet the plug had been. Jason softly moaned as Stone slowly but firmly pushed into him in one go. My boyfriend held in position for a moment, and then began his thrusts which gradually got faster and deeper. Even with his head down on the bench, it was clear that Jason was loving it, arching his back like a seasoned bottom and letting Stone take full control of the pounding. It was so hot to watch, Jason’s toned body and tight buns seeming to just scream “bottom” now that I was seeing him in this position rather than hammering away as a vigorous top. I guess that our earlier rut had taken the edge off for Stone a bit, as he was showing incredible stamina while he pounded away. I decided to mix things up a bit while I waited my turn, so went over to stand next to Jason’s head to just see what happened. It took him a while to realise I was there, but when he did he propped himself up a bit and stared at the hard cock right in front of him while his body rocked back and forth. I stepped forward just a bit more to put it in range, and he stretched out a little and took the tip into his mouth. I let him have just that for a couple of minutes, before shuffling forward a little more to effectively force my cock deeper into his mouth towards his throat. He gagged a little, but didn’t pull off so I just went the whole hog and pushed until he’d swallowed it all. He was audibly snorting as he got used to what I suspected was his first spit-roast, but credit where it’s due, he never gave off any vibe of wanting either of us to pull out of him. Stone eventually started to reach orgasm, speeding up his pounding to a frantic pace until he slammed into Jason and held position while he unloaded. His breathing was ragged, and it took him quite some time to calm down and pull out. He staggered back and slumped down on a chair at the side of the room, giving me my cue that it was time to take over. I pulled my cock out of Jason’s throat, and quickly repositioned myself behind him and slid into his cummy hole. I was already pretty heated, so picked up where Stone had left off with a rapid and energetic fucking, Jason responding by moaning and panting his desire for me to keep going. I didn’t last long though, and soon was spurting another load into our former co-star. I collapsed on the floor next to Stone, and we sat breathing heavily as we watched Jason just remain in position on all fours with cum leaking out of his gaping hole. After a couple of minutes he lifted himself up onto his knees, and reached behind to lightly finger and explore his hole. He then brought his fingers to his mouth, taking a taste of some of the deposits we’d left back there. I could only see a bit of the side of his face, but I thought I detected what could be a small smile breaking out on his face for a brief moment, before he then slid himself back and got off the bench. He went over to his clothes and started to get dressed, only turning to face us once he was fully clothed again. “Thanks” he said. “No problem” I replied. “You’re always welcome if you need more.” He nodded at me, and then in a flash was gone up the stairs and out of the house. Stone and I remained sitting for a bit, before hauling ourselves up and off to the shower. “He’s probably on prep” Stone said, as I climbed into bed next to him a while later. “I know” I said, “and honestly I’m happy just to help him get comfortable with being versatile if that’s all this turns out to be.” “Me too” said Stone, smiling. “He is hot as fuck, and clearly meant to bottom.” “Amen to that” I replied, sliding down and putting my arm across Stone’s chest. “It’ll be fun to watch him realise that for himself.” With that, we both gradually drifted off to sleep, safe and comfortable in each other’s arms…

Just to be clear: My support for the Democratic Party isn't "unwavering". At times, it can be a very frustrating experience; as Will Rogers once said, "I am not a member of any organized political party. I am a Democrat." But my support IS deep - because I recognize the arc of its policies, writ large, bends in the direction I want the country to go. Conversely, the arc of the Republican party is towards theocracy and fascism, and that's a direction I will fight at every turn. The theocratic turn predates Trump, going back to at least Reagan and then Newt Gingrich, but the actual turn towards fascism and strong-man dictatorship is decidedly a Trump development, and his essential capture of the base of the party means that's not going away unless and until he does - if then.

About midsummer Zeke and Tommy got restless. Small town life was pleasant but it could get boring. They decided to drive about 3 hours north to a larger city there for some variety. The city had a kind of low class reputation as it was not the cultural center the larger cities on the coast were, The main attraction this weekend was the large leather festival where every fetish imaginable would be on display. They checked into their hotel which was right on the main festival street Zeke having planned this well in advance, and got changed. As Zeke stepped into the bathroom to take on his familiar persona that Tommy now called Zeke Evil and Tommy went to work on himself. First putting the patch on his chest exactly where he wanted and leaving it to transfer, then a mirror and some tricks he had learned in his stage makeup class quickly altered his face highlighting his cheekbones and adding shadows that made him look thinner and turned his eyes from innocent to slanted and wicked and finally his hair slicked back and styled to suggest small horns in the front . He didn't have to fake the fading bruises on his torso and ass. During the summer months Zeke restrained himself less and marks happened. Tommy remembered how each one had gotten there and had gotten there and had to think about something else to get his cock to soften enough to stuff it into his leather pants, a copy of Zeke’s from the same maker fitted skin tight to him. Then he peeled the plastic off the patch he had put on his chest and revealed an exact copy of Zeke’s biohazard tattoo Mike had made for him from the original drawing. He was buckling on a collar of leather and silver as Zeke emerged. Tommy had done all of this in secret and he stood apprehensively as Zeke’s eyes took him in noting every detail and even walking around him to see every angle. “And so, Thomas Evil is born: Zeke said in a husky voice and then he kissed him passionately When they emerged from their hotel, Tommy on leather leash, people made way for them. They made their way down the festival looking like two escapees from a very sexy hell searching for souls to corrupt ******** Ed sat manning the booth at the leather festival glumly. This had to be the least popular booth here. It was the one you see at every Pride and Festival. The one reminding people to play safe and handing out condoms. The one most people avoided. His relief should be here soon though Ed was the perfect poster boy for this booth, gorgeous, fit, with a nice cock and bubble ass he had used condoms since losing his virginity to his lover and though they were open the both played only safe. He had only been tempted once. He and his lover had made a trip out to the east and he had encountered… well a demon in a bathhouse. This demon in leather had flat out told Ed in that sultry, sexy, low voice of his he was going to bareback him and infect him with HIV and Ed had fallen under his spell. Only his lover literally dragging him away had saved him. He remembered the demon’s parting line “I will find you someday Ed and I will breed you”. Ed had shot many a load jacking off to that memory As he straightened the display no one looked at that same voice that had haunted him came from behind him “Hello Ed, I told you I would find you someday” Zeke had spotted Ed as they walked past his booth and searched his mind for where he knew him from. Then he had spotted Ed’s lover in a sex tent that was supposed to be a leather shop taking loads from anyone who wanted to stick it in and it clicked in his mind. How poetic he thought wryly as he quickly sketched in the situation to Tommy. Ed was one of the very few who had gotten away. "He still has that bubble ass" Zeke thought as they approached and he watched the man straighten the display extolling the virtues of safe sex Ed just about jumped out of his skin whirling with a choked “You!” as he caught sight of the demon, sexier and more terrifying in the late afternoon daylight. Then his eyes widened further. There were two of them! A younger demon hung on the older looking at him with feral slanted eyes At this point his relief showed up. A short thin boyish lesbian who looked at the two demons with disdain, She looked at all men that way and Ed secretly suspected that she worked this booth out of a desire to make men miserable “I’m here, you can go now Ed” she said an sat in the booth still looking disapproving The older demon walked up and put a finger under Ed’s chin leading him away “Come with me, it’s time, you know you want to, you know you have to, you made your decision long ago” then he walked away and Ed followed the younger demon trailing behind him. He was supposed to meet his lover in half an hour but all thoughts of that flew out of his brain as he walked numbly towards his fate As they entered the hotel room the younger demon pulled off his shirt, his shorts and his underwear tossing them onto the middle of the bed then sprang, catlike to sit, his back against the headboard as he pulled out his cock and sat lewdly stroking it. The older demon pushed him onto the bed then grabbed a handful of hair ordering “Suck” and pushed his head down on that waiting cock Ed slid his lips over the head and down the shaft tasting salty pre leather and sweat his nose filled with the aromas as he almost choked himself on that hefty shaft He heard a zipper slowly being opened and heard “You know what’s coming Ed, I promised to infect you with my HIV and I always keep my promises” that sultry voice said from behind. then he felt the weight of the older demon’s weight settle on the bed and soon after his probing cock head in his crack zeroing in on his hole. As the older demon rammed in balls deep with no warning the younger one held his head down on his cock cutting off any scream Ed might make. Ed whimpers and groaned in pain as his ass was plowed the cock head scraping his inner walls as he mindlessly sucked the cock before him. He saw the younger demon look up and then nod then he began fucking Ed's throat faster “Here it comes Ed, my virus to taint you forever. I’m changing your life and freeing you to be the slut you know you are inside” then with one final thrust he felt that evil cock throbbing inside him filling him with toxic seed as the younger demon came down his throat and Ed shot the last truly neg load of his life onto his own clothes pinned beneath him. As Ed came down from his orgasm the two demons were on the other bed watching him. he didn’t know what to say so he rose, dressed in his cum covered clothes and walked to the door saying “Thank you” as he opened the door and walked out and hearing laughter as he closed it When he got to the street it was getting dark, Ed wandered through the fair getting fucked several times in various dark corners and tents not making it home till well after midnight where he showered and slipped into bed with his sleeping lover who had secrets of his own. Zeke and Thomas Evil wandered the festival hand in hand making several purchases to be sent to the house or the apartment. Later they celebrated their unholy union by slipping into an orgy happening in that same tent they had seen Ed’s lover taking loads in before and seeded as many asses as they could Two days later as Zeke and Tommy drove home holding hands they were closer than ever. Tommy’s dark side finally out in the open and united with Zeke’s. Mike, Jeff and crew would arrive tomorrow and they looked forward to the family reunion to come when they did

The local bath house has a 2x a month “ladies” night and I love to dress in slutty pvc and Chasity , did my hair and make up and went .. after settling in my room and getting ready I venture to the play area , a cute gurl is having a train run in her so I slide under and suck and play with her clit as she takes load after load , before long I am using the cum leaking down her tiny balls as lube to stroke her tiny cock , she finally cums and it splashes me in my tits . But there are 4 more guys to fuck so she takes it like a good girl , the last one had the biggest cock it had to be 9 -10 inches and as thick as a coke can , she had had enough and called it .. by now I am the defecto slut so .. I get on my knees and with 2 guys left I lay on my back , spread my legs and my painted fingers spread my hole the older guy before Mr big cock lasts all of 5 pumps and dumps his seed in my hole . ( god I love the feeling of a slick wet cunt ) next up was the big guy , I use a ten inch toy at him and know I can take him .. he slides in and goes to the hilt , and sees my locked clit and I felt it get harder .. as he let me get used to him he was slapping my locked balls and that drives me crazy soon he is thrusting away and I am stuffed as full as I have ever been , I am leaking cum and he tells me most girls can’t take his cock this long . He just keeps pummeling my hole and I am leaking like crazy , by now my moans and yelling fuck me like the slut I am has drawn a crowd .. and soon a 8incher is face fucking me , I hear someone say that must be good hole she is taking it like a champ as Mr big blows his load in my hole and with such force I can feel it .. he pulls out . The guy I was just sucking goes to my hole is gaping open and he shoves his 7incher in and I barely feel it .. before long he dumps his load in me , and I lost count . I think I may be a cumslut .. I need to get on prep

This it partly a true story. Sorry English is not my first language. I was 23 first time i meet Master, I meet him on Grindr. I had only tried weed and coke. I’m 170cm and 60kg so am skinny. We met at his place and had a good time, he was smoking of a glass pipe and asked if I wanted some, but politely declined. When he was fucking me he stopped and smoked some more. At some point he gave me a shotgun and whit out thinking I took it. He did that a couple of times, and then I was hoked. We meet a couple of times after that and I gladly smoked. He texted me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I said that I didn’t. He texted back “Be at my place Friday 04:00 pm, I have a surprise for you” I was excited, I was becoming more and more of a pig every time we meet. Friday at noon I got I text from him again “when you come, just go in and get naked. In the hallway I have some gear, put it on, and wait.” So I got to his place, walked in the door and was met whit at black rubber suit, a rubber mask whit only at hole for my mouth and a collar. I put it on and find out that the suit was open for my ass and dick. When I was fully dressed I waited for 5 minutes, then I could hear someone coming towards me. “Hey slut, fuck you look sexy. Can’t wait to give you your surprise” said master. He took me in the collar and led me into another room and placed me on my back on a bed. I could hear him look my collar to a chain and my arms outstretched to some other chains. then he came up to my ear and said “today I’m gonna turn you into a real pig, and I don’t care if you like it or not” and then I could feel something getting strapped to my arm and instantly new was gonna happen. He had slammed himself last time. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. Then I could feel the needle. “stay still, you are gonna love this pig. I’m gonna get you so fucking high, and use that sexy body of yours”. When he said that I felt the needle getting pulled out and the strap taken off my arm. Then it hit me! It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and started to cough. When I came to I noticed that my legs were at my ears and I had someone fucking me. (more to come)

Tonight I had an exceptional experience. I was driving home from errands in town, and got a message on grindr from a DL guy I’d hooked up with once before last year (Two loads in the park) last time was a hot quickie, and I was definitely up for meeting him again. He instructed me to head to a park known for being cruisey. I have been meaning to check this park out, but there are two parks in this small town with the same name, and being pretty new to cruising, I’d talked myself out of it. I drove over, and the small parking lot had 5 cars with kids and parents, so I parked on the side of the road a ways off to see what was up from a safe distance. He texted that I should walk to his truck in the lot, and off I went. The last time we’d only exchanged a few words, and so I was surprised that he was fairly chatty through his pickup truck door. I appreciated breaking the ice. It was dusk, and it was starting to rain. He told me to head over to the baseball pitch dugout that had a roof, back behind the park’s bathrooms to avoid the rain, explaining that he would join me once all the cars in the lot had gone. I sat on the bench there and watched it get dark through the chainlink. Once all the cars were gone, he appeared. He’s probably in his 50s, and I am in my 40s. He’s lithe and has a thick local brogue with a big, beautiful cock. I went to work sucking him on my knees. Then he had me lie on my back on the bench so that he could facefuck. me deep. Normally my gag reflex is easy to control but he tested my limits a few times because of how deep he went without enough pacing to breathe, but it was still hot. What a great cock. I was delighted when he said he wanted to fuck my arse. We started with me bending over the bench. I offered him some lube, but he declined saying his wife might notice the lube (which didn’t make sense to me?) It was a tight fit at the start, and I was worried it would hurt, but he is a leaker and soon it was bliss. Before long, he told me to lie on my back on the bench with my legs in the air. This was a bit risky to my mind, because there are no visual obstructions between the parking lot, road and the dugout, but it was dark and I decided to trust him. It would be hard to say no to this sexy man anyhow. He sunk in balls deep very smoothly and went to town on my arse. He did some verbal narration of his enjoyment, which I always appreciate, and praised how my arse felt. He wasn’t quiet either, which was a surprise since I thought public sex was usually non-verbal or whispering, but I was in the moment with him and really enjoying the perfect fit between us. Soon came the miracles. He came once early on, then stayed hard and kept fucking, coming again within another minute. This continued for 10 minutes during which he shot a total of SIX LOADS BALLS DEEP in my arse without ever going soft or pulling out! It got wetter and wetter, and yet nothing leaked out, even when he pulled out at the end! It helped that each time he shot, be buried in super deep and groaned loudly, swearing whilst tallying the load number. He seemed equally proud and surprised. It was so hot, and so unexpected since he only gave me one load when we fucked last year against that boulder in that other park. I’d been tensing my abs and holding my legs up in the air for 20 min straight, so it was a relief to let them down after he pulled out, but honestly I could have taken him all night if he had been in my bed. I hope we hook up more often. Clearly he enjoyed himself. His cum still hasn't leaked out 5 hours later.

Unfortunately there are people whose purpose in life is criticizing and humiliating others. Be it free writing, or free software, a blog or any volunteer activity. They feel that it's free and it must have a higher .quality than bigtech/big-authors. There are many people who aren't native English speakers, I'm among them; but if years ago they were completely excluded from participating, now machines help non-native to better interact with the world around them! But machines make evident mistakes so, if you know the language you can correct it by hand before posting (like I always do) while if you don't know, you just let it go. I am for complete inclusion in this world so if someone wants to share their sexual stories despite little English knowledge, we have no right to exclude them, but let's rather HELP them. I remember once a guy who wanted to write text by hand, not knowing English so well; in a rimming shene he wrote "language" instead of "tongue" because the word in neo-latin languages is the same -Italian-French-Spanish, lingua-langue-lengua). In this case services can help too, it's called REVERSO CONTEXT so, why not sharing knowledge? "Sharing is caring" doesn't involve the virus only! LOL In my opinion, learning thanks to erotic fiction or generally topics of interest, is a funny way to improve our skills. This world is already full of people building walls, barriers and fighting wars. As for criticism to plots, erotic fiction is like other kinds of fiction. Everyone has their tastes. I personally have learnt to read them all, it's a chance to explore new fantasies and know each other's boundaries if you have a partner or fuckbuddies you can trust in. How could I say "I'm not into watersports" if I didn't try them? But I would behave as judgmental if I didn't read stories about it trying to understand which kind of pleasure it gives. Have I found something disturbing, here? Of course, an author describing a scene where the top/dominant broke fingers to the bottom. In another story, the bottom drank and the top enjoyed him vomit. Those particular things disturbed me a lot, and so? What's next? I simply closed the browser and went to read something else. Have I received critics? Yes, a couple guys expressed their opinion quite brutally about a story of mine and I simply sent them to fuck off and find something better in life. I don't care about them and keep on writing in free time and easy mood. Haters won't win. Not from my part. We, authors, should form a network against them, supporting each other in case of heavy hate speech. Community makes it better!

Just keep gettin deeper and deeper. Any hole can take any cock with enuf patience.

I pretty much agree with Viking on this. I try to be as supportive of other authors as possible because I know what it is like to have people $#!+ all over something you've worked on. Even if someone's story isn't my cup of tea, I try to find something worth having a positive comment about or at very least I just don't say anything at all. If I have suggestions on how to make something better, I think Viking is correct that taking a kind and helpful approach is best. And doing it in private, probably not a bad idea either. Likewise, I know I'm not a very good writer, in fact my English skills despite ostensibly being a native speaker are pretty crappy. So I welcome a certain amount of constructive criticism... as long as the 'constructive' part is there.

I agree 100%. There are some stories on here that I stopped reading because I didnt like them I didnt say anything. Just stopped reading. I would love to write, but I dont have the talent. These guys are giving us free porn. If we keep harassing them they will stop.

Then i felt a sharp pain in my left nipple. Daddy was biting it. "Hey bitch come back to earth", he said "No Daddy please dont" i said pushing back on his cock trying to get all of him in me. "Sorry Daddy i was thinking about our first time together", i said looking in his eyes like a little puppy to his master. I recounted the story bit by bit. "Youve loved our first time together didnt you", he asked "Yes i did. I did think about you every so often, wanting you but i couldnt." i said back "I know your my little cunt whore", he said "You know how i know", he asked "No", i said "First i could tell when our eyes met, i could see your animal attraction to me. I could also feel how wet you were when we first met. And also look at this", he said and softly grabbed my hard on. "You get so hard when you think of me dont you", he asked "Yes i do. I have to admit after that time at the bar i would think about you once in a while", i told him "And", he asked "I would stick a didlo in me and then jack off or even once i thought of you when Daddy Brian was fucking me", i said "HMmmmmm nice. I knew you were mine when we first met" he said leaving over and kissing me "Me too. When i first saw you and smelled you and you took charge and fingered my right there in the open i had such an animalistic attraction to you. I knew i had to mate with you and get bred by you. I felt like a mare that wanted her stallion to mount her and get bred", i said looking into his eyes He kissed my and slipped his hard member back in me. He rocked in me slowly and softly. "Do you remember what i told you after we fucked at the bar", he asked "Yes i do....vividly", i told him as my cock was now hard while he was pumping me "You said, "I am going to find you again and you will be mine. Your cunt and my cock are made for each other". ", i told him "Yes and now you are mine", he said He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss and continued to push into me sooo deep, I kissed back and wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. I am his now. I was worried, how was i going to tell Brian.

Reading this, it sounds as if guys are thinking that anyone who doesn’t want it bare is flawed. Isn’t that a bit judgmental if that is the case? PREP might prevent HIV, but it doesn’t stop the other bugs. Guys might not want to put up with those, or can’t afford the medical costs of treating them. Also, they might not like the mess of bare fucking, whether top or bottom. Of course, that is always something that concerns me. I would most likely throw up if I slid into a nasty hole. Luckily, that hasn’t happened yet. So, think about criticizing other’s likes or dislikes with which you don’t agree. Just don’t fuck with them. No need to make them feel humiliated or less of a person. Just my two cents.

BZ has a forum area for bugchasing, contrary to the opinion of some posters the entire site isn't dedicated to that topic, in fact bugchasing posts and replies are often removed by the moderators when posted in other areas . This particular thread is in the health area, which is more about avoiding disease, rather than actively seeking it.

If you’re undetectable I don’t see any reason to tell anyone. If you have a high count I feel like you should tell if asked. If someone is in a sling taking every load without question then it seems silly to tell someone that your count is high as obviously they have assumed that risk along with every other guy that sticks their cock in your toxic load.

I am not a writer/story teller and never will be so I come on here to get my daily fix like everybody else. I know it takes a lot of effort and imagination to write these stories and for those authors who write multiple chapters, you have my admiration because the pressure to continually create and add to your "baby" must be immense until you reach "the end". I chat to one such author who has had to take a break because of writers block. But the follow up comments continue relentlessly. There is a saying -"patience is a virtue" - so have some patience and lay off, He will return when good and ready. As others have already said, it gets down to personal taste. I see lots of stories which do not appeal so I just move on. Why bother putting negative comments on someone's creation just because you do not like the subject matter? Some comments can be downright nasty. So you armchair critics and keyboard warriors, get off your high horse and how about offering the authors some encouragement and praise instead of vile comments. If you can't do that, move the fuck on. This site seems to have lost a lot of great writers, some because of "rules" but I imagine a lot due to the fuckwit negativity as well. There that is my 2 cents worth as well, probably gone off on my usual tangent as I can do. Be kind people.

Agree. Take time to open up your hole until the top can fuck freely and breed when he is ready

I'm actually into it, really makes me feel like the dirty slut I am. I'll clean for anyone, but if they're into it and want it, I have no issue with it. (Not sucking them after) but yea.

I would totally agree Clean to me implies I have showered and douched People hiv positive are not dirty

I've always had a hard time with fuck buddy relationships. I was either dating someone or it was a. one off or we became friends and stopped having sex. I met a guy back when I lived in SF who was a tall blonde surfer dude with long wavy hair. NOt generally my type (tall and lean and slightly furry) but something about his energy really worked. He was super into bear daddies (c'est moi) and we really clicked. Plus he turned out to be a really nice guy. We would get together once a month or so and play and then go grab a beer or a meal. When he had man trouble, he would confide in me. It was a lovely relationship for about 10 years. Before I moved to NOLA we hooked up. He told me that my insistence on playing with his tits for years while I was fucking him (even though he said they didn't do anything for him) had woken them up, and that was the thing he was most thankful for playing with me. It was one of the nicest things anyone ever said to me. 🙂

not to steal the thread - but what you describe - negative comments, "i don't like xxxxx" comments, etc - is happening ALL over .. i get them on my posts on twitter/X all the time .. people sitting anonymously behind a computer not caring what they're saying - they just feel they can say whatever they want. Sometimes i want to say to them - weren't you taught that if you don't have something nice to say - SHUT THE FUCK UP! 😉 and now we return to our regularly scheduled program .. keep up the writing everyone - think about all the loads that the readers are jacking out! i know i've shot my share! 😆

I have been writing here for about 3 weeks now and it's been a mostly positive experience. Viking has found and helped me correct a couple small mistakes I made in proof reading . he's a great help Something to keep in mind is that the post you read in minutes probably took hours to write. If you can't respect the content respect the effort. Please don't discourage people who are using the as a creative outlet and choosing to share it with you. If you see something you don't like it's real easy to hit the "back" arrow and find a topic more suited to your tastes

I'm going to give a slightly modified form of that advice - just my 2 cents, as someone who has dabbled in the creative endeavor occasionally myself. If the story, characters, plot elements, narrative style, or other such things aren't your cup of tea - the above advice is exactly correct. Such things are inevitably a matter of taste, and different people will have different ideas of what makes a great story or a crummy one. Why does one person adore Steinbeck and another Dickens? Taste! Their styles are vastly different, and yet both are revered as great authors of "classic" literature. The same principle applies to porn. If there are serious problems with the writing or editing that impede your appreciation of the story the author has presented - I'm talking about formatting that makes it literally unreadable on your screen, grammar, spelling, or typographical problems so severe that it's difficult to read and/or understand, and the like, I think it actually might be a good thing to private message the author and say "hey, I'm having trouble enjoying your story because of <X> - could you fix it?" or "... can I offer you some help with that?". I try to do this as a moderator when there's something that obviously is a mistake. Authors - if you see things in your own story, or if people bring things to your attention, that need fixing: Use the report feature to report your own story and explain in the report text what needs fixing, and a moderator will be happy to make the edit. Other people, please let the author do this, as if others report it we'll just ask the author about it anyway.

tbh the gayest thing about this description is that he didn't mention having to pick up pizza for his kids' dinner while walking out zipping his pants up. in my experience str8 guys always need to mention their wives/girls/kids after they nut. i figure it's part guilt, part str8 guy arrogance (they all seem to think everyone is in love w them lol), and part reminder to both of us that what just happened was 100% about nutting and nothing more. i've hooked up w a bunch of straight identifying guys who profess to love breeding ass. and tbh they all do go right for it acting like i got a Ken doll crotch they've no interest in. one of the things i love about these guys is they're also the first to start tellin you to take it like a bitch, smacking your ass etc all the good shit they feel weird doing w the mother of their kids.

Not having a huge dick, this isn't OFTEN a problem for me, BUT.... I would pull out and eat his hole. Let him loosen up and get wet with my tongue. I might slide a finger in now and again to help open him up, then when he's grinding his ass on my tongue, I'd resume the fucking. It's all about making the bottom relax. Now, if it was the star quarterback who had bullied me in public. I'd just grab his throat, call him a little bitch in his ear and shove it in while he whimpered.... not that I've done that before!

Pull out and rim him until he is begging for it.

I've been told I am tight but everyone, no matter their size, manages to get in - especially if I lay on my back. The situation sometimes changes as guys say I feel tight inside, they find it either a turn on and many times it makes them cum, while others complain "come on - open up". Well, your dick is already all the way in, so what is the problem. In almost all situations I relax, they are "free to move about the cabin" and they can get off. I've never said to stop or take it out, or it hurts, A talented top knows that if they give the guy 15 seconds he'll relax, lay back and enjoy the ride.

The pozzing fetish doesn't do anything for me, other than scare me of course. I don't commit to anything for life let alone a potentially mortal virus. No, thank you.

Tommy wiped the sweat off his face. Class was over and it had been a tough one, As usual he and Alan were the last ones to leave there bags next to each other on the bench as they packed up “Alan is a nice guy, just a little shy. He's really hot though I wonder what he doesn’t talk much” Tommy thought, tossing his towel into his bag and turning to grab his coat. He didn't notice the towel was missing till he went to wash it “I must have missed when I tossed it into my bag” He shrugged, forgetting about it. It wasn’t the first towel he had lost this year and the year was almost over. Just exams next week and them out for the summer Being wrapped up in his own life and a bit obtuse Tommy was the only one who thought Alan was shy. When Tommy was not around his attitude and stunning looks had the boys all lusting after him. Alan was a bit shorter than Tommy with silver-gray eyes, platinum blonde hair, a fit, smooth body and a quiet deep voice. A look and a nod towards some secluded area from him was all it took for many of his fellow students to meet him, drop to their knees and service him or even be pushed up against a wall and bred. In many ways he was like a young Zeke though he would never have that intimidating physical presence Zeke's size gave him. Alan's sheet beauty made up for it and had always gotten him anything or anyone he wanted. He and Zeke even shared the same obsession… In his apartment Alan raised the towel to his nose inhaling the scent of Tommy. His perfect Tommy. He placed it with the other three he had managed to steal in the drawer he kept his most treasured items. A look through Alan’s phone would have found picture after picture of Tommy, concentrating in class, walking across campus, eating lunch and even walking into his apartment building. Inevitably some pictures showed him. That Zeke. The one who Tommy thought he loved. The one keeping Tommy from him How could he love that old man when he could have Alan just for the asking? Everyone wanted Alan but Tommy barely acknowledged his existence. Alan loved Tommy so much surely it would be returned if Tommy would just notice him! The universe could not be so unfair. All he had to do is tell Tommy that he loved him and Tommy would finally see what he could have and fall into his arms and bed But there was the problem. Every time he talked to Tommy he got tongue tied and flustered. This man who ruled his fellow gay students. Who simply took who and what he wanted then tossed them away could not tell the one who he wanted to give himself to that he loved him. Truth be told if Tommy had not blithely ignored his early attempts Alan would have never thought twice about him. But Tommy missed them completely because his mind was fixed on his new, passionate, intense relationship with a man he had loved deeply from the moment they met but who was at that time so mysterious. Possessive, protective and aloof all at once. A man who’s skillful hands were taking Tommy down a path of pain that was pleasure showing him that the true pleasure was not the release of orgasm it was how you got there. Tommy’s mind had been a little preoccupied Alan could have hired a marching band and walked through the halls holding a huge sign saying “Hey Tommy, want to fuck?” and Tommy probably would not have noticed and being ignored by someone he had decided he wanted was so totally new to Alan that resentment quickly turned to obsession. We always want what we can’t have “Next year. Next year he would tell Tommy how he felt and claim his perfect Tommy for his own” Alan thought as he packed at the end of the school year *************************** School was out and Tommy had received top marks in every class. He didn’t want to think about School for the next three months. He and Zeke were in the car driving to his home town for an extended stay. He assumed they were going to stay in a hotel this time because things were just too restrictive at his parent’s house. As they neared town Zeke turned on the side road that led to “The Mountain” as the people in town referred to the large hill north of town that held several high end houses. Every town had to have it’s rich section “Zeke must have rendered one of the housed for the summer” Tommy thought as they started up the steep road., They passed all the newer houses then drove through the broad band of trees that covered the upper third of the mountain and pulled up to the gate Barrows estate at the top. Zeke’s last name was Barrows… “No…” Tommy thought as the gate slid open to reveal a large house sheathed in marble in the Art Deco style. Tommy knew the house was considered the best example of some famous architect’s work and was picture in several books on that era because there was a display on the library down in town, “You own the Barrows estate?” Tommy asked, incredulously “We own the Barrows estate” Zeke said absently looking around as if lost in memory “I used to spend my summers here with my grandfather" Tommy kept to himself that the folks in town had referred to his grandfather as “Old codger Barrows” and there were still legends about how mean he was. Tommy had SOME tact and he knew Zeke idolized his grandfather The place looked so cold and imposing as they circled the house that Tommy wondered if he would ever be comfortable here but as the pulled around the back he noticed a full if small parking lot with many familiar vehicles ranged on the grass along the drive and a huge sign saying “Welcome Home Tommy And Zeke” There was a large party going on by the pool and Tommy’s parents waved. “This must have taken some heavy planning” Tommy said as he and Zeke approached the crowd “My dad and your mom put it together” Zeke said. “Dad grew up here so he knows the house and most of the older help and your mom is a party planning genius” “All she does is shout “Free food” and they all show up” Tommy laughed It shocked him that Zeke had spent at least part of his childhood not 10 miles from where he grew up Zeke’s dad came out of the house with about 10 people, He had been giving brief tours as none of them had ever been on the grounds before let alone inside the house and waved. Zeke and his parents were making small steps towards mending their relationship and he smiled to see his dad enjoying showing off his boyhood home Tommy didn’t see Dale’s motorcycle but his mom said he had been in therapy for months and was showing progress with his anger issues. Tommy wished him luck Tommy noticed a helicopter pad off to the side od the house “That’s cool” he said Aeke nodding to it “You know there is a pad on the roof of our apartment don't you?” Zeke replied "We can travel back and forth in a little over half an hour “ “We can come here most weekends then” Tommy said pleased at the thought of seeing his family more. As they merged with crowd welcoming them home Tommy saw that Jeff and Mike were there and being treated like just normal family members, The party went on for hours and after they had seen all their guests off Zeke led Tommy to a large bedroom with wood paneled walls, a fireplace and a huge four poster bed. Too tired to do more than strip and climb into bed Tommy lay with his back to Zeke pressed up against him as Zeke held him. “I hope you come to love our home as much as I do” Zeke said kissing his hair “I have many happy memories here and I want to build more with you” Anywhere Zeke was was home to Tommy “I’m sure I will” Tommy said and then he drifted off During the party there had been a discussion of schedules and dates and it had been decided that the wedding would take place the last week of summer, here in a small amphitheater that was part of the original gardens of the estate and the reception would be in the ballroom. Tommy lived in a house with am amphitheater on the grounds and a ballroom… and a nasty hidden dungeon off the master bedroom Zeke had shown him the next morning. There was some very interesting equipment Zeke had had custom built and installed Tommy wanted to try Jeff and Mike would be coming back to spend a couple weeks and would stay here at the estate. They were bringing their friends Hank and Buzz, two massive pro football players and John, Zeke's cousin who he was yet to meet Tommy spent most mornings and early afternoons with family and making wedding preparations then spent the late afternoon by the pool or in the ballroom working with Zeke on the latest dance Stefan had put together for them. The household staff learned it was not a good idea to go near the ballroom when they danced as they might hear or see things they shouldn’t but they accepted it with good grace The town was big enough to support a small gay bar attached to a very good steak house Tommy jokingly referred to by the obvious nickname that doesn’t bear repeating. Both Tommy and Zeke loved the place. One evening after a good diner during which the waiter had flirted outrageously with Zeke they decided to go for a walk along the river before returning home, They didn’t notice the man in the shadows trailing them Alan watched Zeke and Tommy stroll along holding hands. He had seen the wedding announcement on Tommy’s social media and had driven all night to reach here. He was going to… going to… well he was going to do something even if he had no idea what that was That had been a week ago and since then he had skulked about, following Tommy when he was in town. Even going in the same stores and browsing as Tommy shopped hoping Tommy would notice him. He hadn’t. Once he had looked directly at Alan, given a vague smile and looked away his mind on what the wedding colors would be He jumped as a voice said “I’d give it up if I were you: and a man moved to stand between Alan and the happy couple kissing under a lamp light 50 years away “You would never be able to get Tommy away from him and why would you want to? Look at them man they fucking glow when they are together. Why would anyone with a heart want to mess that up?” The man continued “I don’t know what you are talking about” Alan said stiffly “Dude. I have seen you for the last week following Tommy around like a puppy and shooting hate filled glares at Zeke. It’s kind of obvious to anyone with eyes, Just a bit of advice. Zeke is not the kind of man you mess with, I get the feeling he would not react well to someone trying to take Tommy from him. People might get hurt” the shadowy man continued “What confuses me even more is why? You are the most stunningly beautiful man I have seen in my life. That hair. those eyes, that face and body. I know straight men who have never looked at a man that way before who would dump their girlfriends for a chance with you. Why are you hung up on a guy who is so in love with someone else?” “He never even sees me” Alan whispered “Ahhh, now I get it” the man said stepping into the light. He looked a lot like Tommy just older with darker hair “You are not used to fading into the background, with good reason I might add, Don’t take it so personally. Tommy and Zeke are a special case. You could not blow them apart with dynamite. How old are you kid?” “I just turned 21” Alan responded “I’m Dale, Tommy’s black sheep cousin” He said putting an arm around Alan’s shoulder and turning him away from the still kissing couple. “Come on, let me buy you a beer” and he guided the younger man away. They talked until late in the night. Alan was surprised how understanding of his irrational anger towards Zeke Dale was. “It’s like that till you learn that though the world does not revolve around you there are good things around every corner” He said “That’s a quote from my therapist” Dale talked about his mental health journey and how he had figured out where the help he needed had really come from. He owed Zeke a lot Alan told him about how empty life could be when everyone saw you more as a beautiful object than a person. Yes he tended to cast people aside but none of them had tried for something more either. As the sun rose they were still talking, laying on the dew-covered grass along the river walk Alan’s head on Dale’s chest. Dale had been coming to terms with his long suppressed attraction to men. That had been the source of most of his anger. He rose and pulled the sleepy Alan to his feet taking him to his place and texting his mom that she would have to look after the shop today As he lay in bed holding this beautiful creature named Alan he finally accepted that he was gay. Holding was enough for both of them now. They both had issues to work through but something unstoppable and Tommy and Zeke had started between them that night and Dale was just as happy to let it grow into whatever the future held for them Alan relaxed. He had never slept in another man’s arms before and it felt good ********************* Ezekiel shook his head. It had happened again… A major hurdle in Tommy and Zeke’s life had just… melted away. The futures involving Alan had ranged from ridiculous to dangerous but now Zeke’s compassion for Dale had completely blocked them all. Dale and Alan together had never been in the cards and yet here they were, Multiple bright futures branching out for them Zeke and Tommy were on a small scale doing his job for him. He had millions of other situations around the world tp watch. Some far more serious involving nations and wars but this corner of the world just kept getting better on its own as Zeke and Tommy and now the people around them instinctually made the best possible choices that branched out into even better choices He talked to Gabriel about it and the determined to keep a close eye on this little corner of the world ********************************************************************************* As always any comments or suggestions are welcome Scanbu

I'm finishing Part 50 right now, so it will be posted Saturday night/Sunday morning. This will be (for now) the final chapter of the main Will and Dom plot. I am planning on writing a spin-off, but I'll wait on that for a little bit. I'm still figuring out what it will look like in the end. Most likely it will be the many adventures of Wade and Peter, but I'm not sure yet. If it is, it'll be less plot heavy and more poz smut. Originally, WAY back when I had only just started writing this story, I had come up with an idea for what I thought would be the actual end of the story. Since I'm not going that direction, I still want to share it with you as a bonus section after Part 50. So, after Part 50, there will be a short addition that will be what I had originally conceived as the story's ending. There are many reasons why I eventually decided against this ending, mainly because I want the option of returning to Will and Dom should I want to. Until this weekend, happy fucking.

Yeah sorry. Been busy. Here is next part. More to come..... "I know. You are all mine now. Your cunt, your body, your mind and your soul. You understand?", he said in my ear in a sensual tone while still pumping me. His cock still hard pushing like a plunger all his poz cum deeper in my cunt. "Ohhh yes Will take me, i am yours", i said and with that i came like hadnt cum in a long time. Shooting 6or 7 spurts. "Ahhhhhhh", i moaned "Yeah bitch, i feel you cumming. Thats right who makes you feel good. Damn your cunt is amazing. I am going to use it, and wreck it. You are going to be a slut whore when im done with you", he yellled fucking me harder "Ohhh yes use me please. Make me your slut, your whore", i moaned pushing back hard on his stick which was still rock hard. He went into overdrive and started to pile drive me. He lifted my legs on his shoulders pushing my thighs into my chest and pile drived into me. I cant tell you how hard he fucked me and how i felt him in my stomach rearranging my insides. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh", i moaned in pain and ecstacy "Shut up bitch and take it. I know you want it", he yelled fucking me hard "No i dont", i yelled back at him He stopped fucking me and looked at me angrily. "What you say bitch", he yelled "I dont want it Daddy. I need it", i said moaning and in a begging tone "He smiled. "Yeahhh you are a fucking whore arent you. Your cunt runs your brain", he said as he started to ram back into me "YES!!! I am a whore. FUCK me use me make me into a whore please. Fuck i want to have your babies", i yelled out in both pain and pleasure as i was getting slammed He fucked me like this for what seemed like etnernity. His sweat dripping on me, our bodies covered in it and my cum. "Here is comes cunt", he yelled as i felt him cum again in me. "OHHHH yes", i yelled and i came again squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. He moaned as he felt me like a vise squeeze his massive fuck stick. While Daddy Brian was big, Will was thicker and his cock harder. He slowly calmed down and dropped my legs and kept his cock churning in me for a few more minutes. He finally collapsed on me our lips interlocked and our tongues dancing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him. "Thank you my Daddy", i said in his ear "Good boy. Your mine cunt", he said back and sucked on my neck and bit into is sucking too "Ohhh god yes, i am yours. i am so excited to be your cunt", i moaned back.

Stone and I were resting on loungers by the pool, he having drifted off to sleep while I was staring up at the few wispy clouds in the sky, totally lost in thought. Earlier we had enjoyed a long, leisurely, well, I would say “fuck” but I think it is actually more accurate to say “love-making”. This is what was occupying me, as I was realising how deep things had now got with him. I had never in a million years expected to be with a man in this way, and I expect Stone felt the same given he had also identified as straight for most of his life, but the truth was that we had completely fallen for one another. Yes, we still often rutted like animals in heat, but our sex was increasingly something far more meaningful than that. I was stirred from my contemplations of life, love and the human experience by my phone vibrating with a WhatsApp message: BROCK: Will you teach me? Well, there it was, the request I had been hoping for and perhaps kind of expecting, but it was still a thrill to actually see it on my phone. I doubted that I had been the only one to suggest to Brock that he needed to get with the times, or maybe he had come to that conclusion himself a bit, but being proactive in reaching out to him seemed to have done the job. Now I just needed to work out a plan. ME: I’d be happy to. When were you thinking? Where Dean had already been well on his way to discovering his true self when Stone and I got to him, I suspected it was going to be a bit more of a long game with Brock. He probably wouldn’t react well to Stone being there, at least at first, and I was going to have to take my time in getting him sufficiently adjusted to enable things to be stepped up a gear. I didn’t even know if he was on prep or not, so I could just be helping him to diversify his options with the studio without achieving anything else, but it was worth a shot. BROCK: Now. Your place. Shit. I hurriedly reached over and shook Stone awake, bringing him up to speed and instructing him to find someplace to go for a bit. ME: Sure. Just getting rid of Stone, then I’m all yours. BROCK: OK. Stone grumbled a little as I helped to get him out the door and into his car, but as soon as he’d pulled out onto the street and driven off, I saw Brock climb out of a truck parked opposite. Smoking a cigarette and wearing a hoodie with dark glasses, he hurried over clearly not wanting to be seen by anyone. “Hi” I said, as he walked through the open door and into the house. “Where are we doing this?” he growled at me as he unzipped his hoodie. “OK, slow down” I said, putting my hands up to calm him. “I think we better start with the basics on getting clean and prepared, and then we can take it from there.” “OK” he said, as I saw him visibly relax a little. He was clearly very wound up, so I knew I was going to need to tread carefully. I showed him upstairs to the guest bathroom, and then went and got a douche. I talked him through how to use it, and then left the room and closed the door so he could have a go himself. A while later he emerged, and saw me sitting in the guest bedroom opposite. “I think I’m done” he said. “Not sure though.” “No worries” I replied, giving him a warm smile. “We can move on to getting you prepared, so I’ll be able to see if we need to have another go.” “OK” he said, his shoulders tightening. “Don’t worry” I said, “we’re just going to do some things to get you loosened up a bit. I promise it will actually feel really good, and then when we’re done you can decide if you want to carry on or leave it at that for today.” He nodded at me, even giving me the slightest hint of a thankful smile. I gestured for him to come into the bedroom, and then over the next couple of hours I showed him how to loosen himself up with fingers and toys, as well as rimming and fingering him myself. We frequently broke to go outside for a drink and a smoke, and I could see that he was starting to get into having a small plug inside while we did that. “I think I’m ready” he eventually said, while on all fours on the bed with my tongue in his ass. “Are you sure?” I asked, after pulling back. “Just fuck me” he quietly growled, causing me to smile. There was one downside for me, in that he had pulled a packet of condoms out of his hoodie. However, I reminded myself that this was the long game, so I duly covered up for the first time in years, applied some lube, and then moved into position. I rested my cock on his hole, and gently moved it around a bit until I saw the tell-tale sign of him arching his back a bit, inviting me to sink in. I took it very slowly, frequently pausing on the way in so he could adjust and relax. He was panting the whole time, but let out a big breath when he felt me push my body up against him, indicating I was fully buried. Once again I paused to let him adjust, and then began a slow, short outstroke before pushing back in. This time he let out a low moan, and a louder one when I did it again. I gradually sped up, until I was properly fucking him and, to my surprise and pleasure, he was putting as much effort in to slam back on me. The power bottom in him had awoken! Eventually I roared that I was going to come, at which point he started slamming back even harder while shouting the place down as well. I finally went over the edge and thrust in one more time as I blew my load into the condom, and could tell from his ass spasms that he was coming hands free as well. We were both sweating like crazy and panting for oxygen, but as we calmed I slowly pulled out, removed the condom to toss it in the trashcan, and then turned and collapsed backwards onto the mattress beside him. He slowly sprawled himself forward from the all-fours position he’d been in the whole time, so that he was lying on his front. “Fuck” he eventually whispered. “Holy fuck.” “You good?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “That was fucking-A.” I chuckled. “Now you see why I went versatile, huh?” “Yeah” he said. We lay in silence for a while, before I hauled myself up while he turned over onto his back. “I’m not saying now, but there is more to show you when you’re ready” I said. “Like what?” he asked. “Well, it can feel different in other positions, and you can also be more in control.” “Show me” he said, with the slightest of grins. I stared at him for a moment, then reached for the condoms, opened another and pulled it onto my re-hardening cock. I slapped on a bit of lube while he watched, then before he could do anything I bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw them onto my shoulders. Without any of the patience from before, I lined up and slid back into him, causing him to yell out. “Like this” I said, as I started to fuck into him. He had thrown his head back and was rightly gripping the bedspread either side of him. “Do it!” I shouted. “Show me how you take control!” He didn’t change position and I just continued to slam into him, but then he suddenly shot his head up and fixed me with a gnarly glare, let go of the bedspread, and reached to grab my hips. Sure enough, he was now the one controlling my thrusts, and he wanted it even harder than I’d been giving it to him. “Fuck me you fucker!” was just one of the many commands he started barking at me, and I have to admit, it really did feel like he had taken control despite being the one getting shafted. Having already blown a load I knew this was going to be a longer fuck, so after a while I pulled out of him and lay down on my back on the bed. He got the message, and hopped over to straddle me before lowering himself back onto my dick. Now he could really be the power bottom, and he fucked himself frenetically on my cock until I was filling the condom and he was spitting all over my chest. We both took a long time to recover from the rutting, but once we had he decided to call it a day. He grunted a thank you at me after he’d put his clothes back on his sweaty body, and then he was gone. I pretty much passed out after that. Two nights later Stone and I were chilling in the kitchen on our second bottle of wine when my phone lit up with a series of WhatsApps. BROCK: Ate yo at hume? BROCK: fucikin BROCK: Got whisjy BROCK: oitside It was clear he was trashed, but if my interpretation of his slightly garbled messages was correct, he was also outside our house and apparently horny. “Got him” I said to Stone, smirking. “Brock?” he asked. “He’s outside” I said. I went and opened the door, and sure enough there was Brock on our driveway, holding a brown paper bag while he smoked a cigarette. “Hey” I said. “Fucker” he growled as he part-walked, part-staggered into the house. Stone approached from the kitchen. “Two fuckers” Brock barked. “Fucking-A.” He reached into the bag and pulled the bottle of whisky out, letting the brown paper fall to the floor. He yanked out the cork and took a swig, before marching over to the stairs and heading up. Stone and I glanced at each other, and then started following him as we pulled off our tops. We shucked down our shorts on the landing, and then headed stark naked into the guest bedroom behind Brock. He got to the bed and then turned to look at us, slightly licking his lips when he saw we had already stripped. “Get on your backs” he barked, before ripping off his tank top and shorts. We did as he commanded, lying side by side on the mattress with our newly-sprung erections standing firm. Brock let out an unintelligible growl, and then hopped up onto the bed, straddled me and lowered himself onto my bare dick. He seemed loosened and already lubricated, so I guessed he must have been riding a dildo or some other dicks before he got to us. He power fucked himself on me for an epic amount of time, before jumping up and moving over to sink himself down on Stone. Then after a while he was back on me, this time riding until I lost it and blew my potent load inside him. He squeezed my dick with his ass muscles until I’d stopped thrusting, then quickly jumped over to Stone and rode him to orgasm too. But that wasn’t him done, as he then jumped off, got on all fours on the bed and demanded we clean him up. Wearily we took turns rimming him until we’d both got hard again, at which point I thrust into Brock doggystyle and fucked him hard while he slammed back on me, with me again blowing a load of toxic juices into him when it got too much. Stone followed suit, slapping Brock’s ass repeatedly while they fucked which only seemed to egg on this newly-discovered power bottom. I almost had to hold Stone steady as he orgasmed and added a fourth dose of venom into Brock’s now apparently needy ass. Yet still Brock was not done, throwing himself onto his knees on the floor between us to suck off our cum-covered cocks. Where Dean had taken a long time to get any good at this, Brock was either a natural or had more experience than he’d ever let on, and his oral ministrations eventually got us hard again. Stone went first this time, pulling Brock up so he could slide into him while the muscular power bottom carried on sucking me, and then once he’d added a fifth load into the gaping hole we changed positions and I pounded Brock through to his sixth load of the night. Stone and I were done in, but Brock only seemed to be getting more heated. To give ourselves a break, we grabbed the bottle of whisky and steered him down to the basement. We got him to lie back on the bench, set up the fuck machine at his hole with a large dildo, and after Stone had fetched him a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray, we left him to it while we went back upstairs and collapsed on the now very sweaty guest bed. It was maybe a couple of hours later that I woke up to the bed rocking, and looked over to see Brock slamming himself up and down on Stone’s cock again. My boyfriend was moaning almost like he was in pain, and I soon got my own taste of it when Brock saw that I was awake and hopped over to slam himself down on me. He was unbelievably vigorous, and I couldn’t help but yell out as he thrust himself onto my pelvis repeatedly while my tired cock begged for mercy. Thankfully, when we had added another load each to his gaping hole, he finally seemed to be spent. He collapsed onto the bed between us and passed out, giving us the opportunity to cautiously slide off the mattress and exit the room. “Fucking hell” Stone sighed as we stood in our en suite shower together. “I’ve created a monster” I replied, mustering up a smile. We got ourselves cleaned and dried, then climbed into our bed and quickly fell asleep. This time we made it through to morning without being disturbed, and when we did eventually get up we found that Brock was gone. Stone set about stripping the guest bed to put all the cum-covered linens in the washer, while I headed down to the basement to clean up a mess of cigarette detritus, dildos, and numerous spills of cum and lube. A couple of days later Stone and I were out at dinner when I got a call from Dean. “You’ve got to get down here” he yelled excitedly, over thumping music in the background. “Where?” I asked. “The Locker” he shouted. “Why?” I asked, giving Stone a look. “Just fucking get here” Dean yelled, “you won’t be sorry!” The call cut out at that point, and I brought Stone up to speed. We decided we’d go and see what was up, so quickly settled the check and then got an Uber down to the club. We got undressed and stashed our things in a locker, including the plug I’d been wearing in case we got a little frisky after our meal, and then headed into the complex to find Dean. When we did locate him he was standing at the doorway of the largest playroom. “Look!” he said when he saw us, pointing into the room. There, bent over and bracing his hands on his knees, was Brock, and behind him a man was jackhammering into him like crazy. “He’s been at it for hours” said Dean. “All bareback.” “Wow” I said, though I was not actually surprised. “Did you do this?” asked Dean, his eyes narrowing as he apparently saw through my poor acting attempt. Stone and I laughed while nodding at him, at which point he burst out laughing too. “You fuckers” he said between chuckles. “Turned him out like you did me, huh?” “Took more effort” I replied, smiling. We stood and watched the scene for a while, before deciding to join in and have some fun ourselves. Stone got to the back of the line waiting to use Brock, while Dean and I headed to one of the walls of the room and bent over to offer ourselves up. In no time at all we were both being railed, smiling at each other as the room filled with the sounds of sweaty, raw, unfiltered sex. We saw Brock on and off for the next few weeks, and then one day there he was at our door sporting a new biohazard tattoo on his stomach. By this point we had already started off the process of getting him signed to Scorpex, and for that entire flying visit to see us he only talked about a proposal for a shoot he’d been sent, with no mention of anything else. However, the next day a gift basket of whisky sample bottles turned up on our doorstep, along with a hand-written card: Fuckers 1 & 2, Thanks. For everything. I mean it. B x Brock’s career has soared at Scorpex, with no other performer able to match his power and stamina as either a top or bottom. Stone and I actually starred together in a long scene with him, where we played a pair of vanilla boyfriends who get picked up by Brock and have our cocks and asses thoroughly used by him in a triumphant display of his new-found versatility. Off-set he seems to be fucking the toned twink from his gym, who Dean says has basically moved in with Brock at this point. We saw them together briefly at a bar, with the twink’s low-cut tank top allowing the new tattoo on his pec to be easily seen and understood. Maybe we did that too, or maybe he had to wait until Brock got to him for the change to take effect. Stone and I, meanwhile, have accepted just how much we have fallen in love with one another. I know I’m going to marry that man someday, which is the weirdest fucking thing given we both thought we were straight until recently. However, I can’t see us stopping our fun anytime soon, even if we do start to think about maybe getting a dog or something. Speaking of fun, Stone’s just found out that our former studio stablemate Jason has broken up with his girlfriend after some sort of weird late night arrest, and something about the whole story makes us wonder if we’ve found our next playmate…

part 3 He pulled his dick out of my ass, and quickly replaced it with a buttplug. He fitted a gag in my mouth and left me. I laid there for what seemed like a hour (probably only 5-10 minutes) before he came back in whit 3 other naked guys, all as muscular as my master was and all tattooed from head to toe. And all with massive dicks like master. I just laid there, unable to move, more horny and high then I have ever been. Master took something from a shelf and moved to my dick. It was then I noticed that I was not hard, my dick looked so small. Master began fitting, what I noticed to be a cage in my, and rose agin to stand whit his friends looking down at me. “Do you think he will do for the plan?” Master asked. “oh fuck, yes he will do just fine” one of the guys said. “Can’t wait to get up in that ass” “Just go ahead” master said. and they did. The 4 guys took their time fucking me hard and cumming in my ass. When they all had fucked me once they took a break. I got untied, they took the gag of me. Still laying on the bed and a new bigger plug in my ass. The guys was sitting on a leather sofa looking at me smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and talking. I was still horny as fuck, on the bed and started playing whit the plug. The guys noticed and laughed. “Can you see why I picked this pig?” Master said. All the guys chimed in. One of the guys stood up, walked over to me, took a hold of my collar and pulled me up to him and kissed me. He lifted me up in his strong arm and walked back over to the sofa, sat down and placed me on his lap. We kissed some more and I got to really admire his body. It was so sexy. Out of the blue he stopped, picked me up again placed me on my knees on the floor and walked away. A second after he came back whit a set of handcuffs and a headgear whit some kind of funnel. He took and looked my hands behind my back and began putting the headgear on me, the funnel had a gag he placed in my mouth. “I got to piss” he said in a whispered in my ear. I got more horny hearing that. Then he stud in front of me and began to piss in the funnel. The other guys stood from the sofa and began flocking around us. When the guy was done the next step in and began pissing. They each took a turn. I loved every second of it. When they were done I was higher and full! More to come

Generally commando for daily. I like the idea of having easy access should a hot stranger slide his hand down the back of my pants/ shorts to finger me. Of course this has never happened, but I want to be sure I’m ready if it does 🤷‍♂️

the closest tangible real life example i can think of, is when comedians complain that people come up to them after the show to say certain topics shouldn't be joked about. kinda like PC Karens i guess. this is such a non issue for me i can't even be bothered to roll my eyes. people are worried we're all gonna be thrown in jail for using the wrong pronoun, meanwhile people are actually going to jail in real life for abortion, assisted suicide, etc im not saying it's impossible but trust me, ill be long dead before this country ever becomes "too liberal" 😜

Totally agree I hook up with attached alphas just looking for some nsa anon side jockpussy when they need to nut hit me up online or Grindr just tell me they wanna hookup they tell me when n where I go wait ready to milk their alpha nut. This one alpha I hookup with a lot got a garage behind his house always late at night dark and want me bent over jockstrapped and huffing poppers and he finds me pumps a load n keeps fucking til another or 3 til he’s emptied his balls it’s fukn hot asf he’s def got partner or someone upstairs I dunno though he’s never said I never ask he jus wants to nut and that’s what my jockpussy is for. Been doing it regular for years usually once a week or more sometimes I never let him down.

I’ve had a good streak in recent years but just recently got gonno. I’ve tested poz for herpes but never had an outbreak. I got fucked by six annon guys yesterday but only took 2 loads. I’m gonna test again in another 3 or four months. I should get fucked a couple of dozens times by then.

Pozed on stage How does a 35-year-old straight male get pozed by a gay fuck? Furthermore, how does he do so in a theatrical production on stage? Good questions which require some back story. I’m a 6’ 1”, 180 lb. chiseled, hairy chested, fit actor of Italian heritage which blessed me with a rich olive skin tone. I had just finished the run of a production in which I played a gigolo. My good looks helped get me this part. In the first act I shagged a dozen different women, in a few of the simulated sex scenes the audience got a very good view of my naked ass. Being not only an actor; but, an exhibitionist, I was delighted to wiggle my naked butt on stage. The curtains opened to the second act with me and a gorgeous woman shagging in a hotel room. Initially we are under covers as I simulate vigorously pounding her. The door to the room opens and in storms her cop boyfriend, he’s still in uniform. He quickly rips the covers off the bed and our naked bodies are exposed for the entire audience. Full frontal, at this point I had rolled off her. Without a word being exchanged he grabs a steak knife from the ‘room service cart’ and slits my throat. The theater audiences’ gasps, even screams, proved just how realistic the props department managed this illusion. For the next few minutes my body laid full exposed on my back on the bed as the cop and his girlfriend wiped the room clean of any evidence of their having been near the crime scene. The rest of the play is a murder mystery trying to determine which jilted lover or woman I had been with was responsible for my death. I was not the lead for this play, but you wouldn’t know that from the promotional material which featured my bare ass and full-frontal nude scenes. They knew what they were doing, almost every seat was sold out. I loved those performance pics that showed up on Instagram and Twitter posted by many of my fans. Truth be told a posted a few myself. These elicited many positive comments. Some highly suggestive. Both women and men making sexual propositions. I even followed through with a couple of the women. I guess playing the part of a gigolo had rubbed off on me and altered my moral outlook about casual sex. One direct message on twitter caught and held my attention. It read; “I’m a gay director in Toronto. I want to congratulate you on your recent performance. The photo shoots of your naked body convinced me you are the perfect co-star for my next production. Give me a call.” His phone number was attached. I call him up and he explained that I would play the part of a gay man who gets pozed in Act one set in a New York bathhouse. He wanted me to understand before I agreed to an audition that the part required lots of simulated gay sex and some nudity. I listened carefully but ultimately decided it did not sound like a part for me. He understood and told me to feel free to call him back if I changed my mind. His last statement; “I’ll buy you a plane ticket to get you to the audition, no conditions attached, just come to the audition.” I thanked him and assured him I didn’t think I would be changing my mind. Two days later the Matthew Shepherd assault and murder was on the news. I found myself rethinking why I had turned down the audition. Was I just being homophobic? I called the gay director and was soon flying across the country. What could I loose. Besides why turn down the opportunity for a flight paid vacation to a great city. To be continued… -

[think before following links] https://twitter.com/i/status/1770237523043705269 Nice to see him in charge and taking a load for us!

I had a sexual relationship with my younger brother for many years. Our dad caught us numerous times (we were pre-teen), and just told us to "stop it". Being stupid kids, we continued, until one late night a couple of years later, my brother and I were in the pool. Very dark. We heard the patio door slide open. Figuring we were just going to get a reprimand once again, we swam to the edge of the pool. As our dad came into focus in the dark, we could see he was naked and sporting a great hard-on. He sat down, and said "boys, share your dad's cock. Then it began!

I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s Pozzed While Cruising 10 I reluctantly let his huge brown cock slip from my mouth, but I was sure I was going to have it my ass soon. I told him I know of a place as long as he did not mind a few extra guys. He did not. So the three of us made our way to Jake’s apartment which was just a short walk across campus. We got to Jake’s apartment and there was no mistaking what was happening on the other side of the door. We could hears moans and cries of “no” and “stop”, but followed up by “more” and “deeper:. I could see Josh getting nervous and our newest addition which we never asked his name. We both were too slutty to do that. We were more interested in sucking his cock and taking it up the ass than asking his name. I knocked on the door and heard Jake yell, “in a minute” followed by “it’s gotta be Joey and the QB.” He flung open the door, stark naked with his oversized hard cock waving in front of him like a jousting lance with his roommates behind him breeding two hot twinks. I wondered if they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to come to JAkes’s apartment. Jake invited us in and asked who the new guy was. I got embarrassed and shrugged my shoulders, I said, “we sucked his huge cock, but forgot to ask his name.” Jake just laughed as he called Josh and I a couple of sluts and then ordered us to get naked, our knees and start sucking. Our latin swordsman, introduced himself as Sergio and shed his clothes as well. We did not have to be told twice. I shucked my shoes and clothes into the corner and Josh piled his on top of mine. I immediately swallowed as much of Sergio as I could. While Josh picked up on Jake where they left off in the bathroom. The room was filled with sounds of fucking and sucking the moans from the twinks were so erotic. As Paul and Dan, Jake’s roommates, planted their tainted seed deep in the bowels of each of the twink bottoms. Dan slipped buttplug into his twinks well fucked ass saying, “we need to keep those 2 gifted loads in your cunt to make you pregnant”. He then ordered him to move over and eat Sergio’s ass. Sergio pushed him away saying he was a top and did not do ass play, but Jake and Dan were insistent that Sergio would love it and soon I could tell that he was. It felt like his cock thicker, a bit longer and a whole lot harder in my mouth as the twink ate and tongued Sergio’s ass. Sergio soon dumped a massive load in my mouth, and Jake urged me to share with Josh. I leaned over and Josh open his mouth and with every eye in the room on us. I dribbled Sergio’s hot load from my mouth to Josh and swished it around his mouth and fed it back to me. I swallowed it. Paul fucked his hot load into his twink and repeated the same process of inserting a butplug and ordered him to rim Jake, but by this time Jake had Josh on his back on the coffee table and squeezing his bare cock into the QB. Josh was not protesting. Jake pushed in a little and then back out. I told Jake that he took a huge bbc the night before. So no need to be gentle. Jake was not! So the twink was told to come over to me and eat my ass and get it ready for the next fucking. Sergio barely got soft when he pulled the twinkie bottom around and forced his massive cock down his throat. Ordering him to get his massive cock hard as he was going to fuck a whole lot of ass tonight. Jake just looked at me and winked. As he continued his effort to poz the QB. As the twink ate my ass. I wondered where all this was going to lead. I knew I had to be Ty into this group what was Jake’s plan to poz him? Was it possible for me or Josh to poz someone from the bottom. I guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. More to Cum Thanks for the great feedback Always looking for hot chat, phone or a possible meet up Joey