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Femme or masculine, it takes a man to take it up the butt!😜

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

I don't get Trump's appeal and how he has been able to turn the Republican party into a cult of personality. Sure they supported Reagan wholeheartedly but it never got this bad. My entire family used to be Republicans but have have all now voted for Democrats in every election since 2016. Trump has fundamentally changed who the base of the Republican party is. They will excuse any behavior by Trump, knowingly repeat his lies, and deny reality all because why? He beat Hillary in an election? He lets them publicly express their hate towards immigrants and minorities? He pisses liberals and smart people off? He gave them the judges that overturned Rowe and potentially Obergefell?

I’ve heard this particular piece of bullshit over and over, almost as long as there has been a gay rights movement. At least in earlier times the haters justified their hatred in religious terms. Many still do. But the blunt truth is that preserving gay rights will have no effect on foreign policy, nor national security, and certainly not the economy. No effect. And you definitely -should- be thinking with your cocks. And your marriages. And your right to walk around free. Ian’s if anybody -anybody- ever asks you to sacrifice your rights for “national security” ask them just what the fuck they’re willing to sacrifice. And when they sputter, that’s funny.

Unsurprisingly, the former President has been convicted on all 34 counts, and is currently / officially a Convicted Felon. It's possible he could appeal successfully, but chances seem rather poor for any successful outcome. I am reminded of an old hymn from my childhood; "Once to Every Man and Nation Comes a Moment to Decide", on the tune Ebenezer composed by J.R. Lowe (ca 1850), also sung to the tune Aurelia. It's all about an event - a singularly crucial crossroads one faces in one's life, whether to do the right thing (perhaps the more difficult choice) or choose the wrong course of action (possibly the easier choice). Now, our country is in that situation. What will we, as the population of a country facing a difficult choice, decide to do? Will those who support the former President for some reason or another continue to belch forth nonsensical hatemongering? Will they find the wherewithal to reflect on their beliefs, and resolve to revisit their views? Will those who never supported the convict be gracious and welcome those who have been fooled by a pied piper back into the community of citizens? As another old saying goes: A house divided against itself cannot stand. Our system of Justice, which has worked well over these past centuries, still works as it's supposed to. A man was charged with felonious crimes, brought to trial, a jury of his peers found him guilty on all counts, and in around 30+ days he will face sentencing. Yet, there are apparently so many citizens that have been fooled into sucking up every lie that drops from his lips, we are presently a Country divided against itself. We've faced tests of our National Character before, but never one like this - until now. What is it about this man that so many find so attractive? Everything he touches, dies. Let's try to make sure he doesn't drag the United States down with him. It's up to us to save our Republic.

He left only after his attempt to interfere with the counting of the electoral votes failed. After that, it is irrelevant whether he "stayed" in the White House or not. His presidency ended at noon on January 20. At that point, he would just be a trespasser if he had physically remained in the White House.

Some men are of the opinion that bottoms are the truly masculine men. They are the ones who endure the sometimes painful penetration. I tend to agree. While I may be submissive depending on the vibe, I'm always masculine and always glad to be male. The sex that two men have is different from the sex that two women or a man and a woman have. And I think that a bottom is manly for not fearing and even desiring the raw masculinity of a top.

rotflmao foreign policy: the one thing both sides are guilty of is kissing the ass of israel. but lol at the putin/kim loving, classified info babbled at cocktails party loose lipped financially compromised guy being better for foreign policy. that was a good one! 😂 the economy? lol did you enjoy those 4 years of deficit building, out of control inflation and record unemployment. the pathetic mishandling of the covid crisis alone ruined the economy in ways that will take forever to heal.

THE MEETING James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. A big guy stopped him just inside the door and asked for his ID. After inspecting it under a flashlight, he stared at him, then motioned him on. Nervously James found an unoccupied corner. He hoped no one saw him come in. If anyone from the swim team saw him, he'd be blackballed and harassed forever. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down over his face. It took a couple of minutes to adjust to the dark. He’d planned on just observing. To remain anonymous, he’d chosen the most inconspicuous clothing he could think of—baggy shorts, a white Tee, and sneakers. It’d taken months to come to grips with himself, but he'd finally decided to live life as nature intended. Still, his first trip to a gay bar was nerve-racking. There were a few guys his age, but most of the patrons were older. James, 19, was a sophomore at the University. He was completely ecstatic to be at school, away from his provincial hometown. He'd decided to take some summer courses so he wouldn’t have to go home. He'd lucked out having the room to himself for the summer, and decided that he was finally going to lose his virginity. Taking deep breath, he approached the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked him over, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and handed him his change. James hurried back to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap on the vodka. It burned all the way down his throat. Guys in groups of two and three drifted in. They sat at the bar, or near the TV, and chatted. But the majority of guys, like himself, were alone and cruising. In the first 30 minutes, James ignored several older gentlemen who made their way to his table; they were ugly and out of shape. 2 hours, 3 screwdrivers and 4 unwanted suitors later, he figured the night was a bust. It was close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he got up to leave, he bumped into someone. "Sorry. Didn't see you," he mumbled, staggering against the wall. A hand grabbed his shoulder. "Steady, guy." James looked at the man, and smiled, "Guess I had a bit too much." “Guess you did." The man who held James was taller, about 6 foot to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled. He continued to hold James’ shoulder, and the heat from his hand burned James like a branding iron. Feverishness crept up his neck, into his cheeks, as well as down his back to his legs. His face turned crimson. "Guess I had a lot too much." "Why don't you come over and sit with me a while. You're in no shape to go anywhere yet." The man took James' hand, and wove among the tables toward the back of the bar. He sat James down in a chair. “Be right back.” A few minutes later, he reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol out of your system." James gulped the water down as the guy watched. "Thanks," he mumbled. "First time in a gay bar?" "How’d ya know?" "First of all, you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And third…." "And third, what?" James asked, when he made no attempt to finish. "And third, I watched you fidget so much in that corner, I got to fidgeting myself.” James erupted in laughter. The guy joined in. "I'm Seth." "James." James studied Seth for a moment. He had clear blue eyes and red hair, which was buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (No, hot!) and muscular. His biceps stretched the white Tee sleeves and his chest spread the thin fabric taut. James noticed his big tits seemed to poke through the tight white cotton, and his dick gave a twitch. Seth smiled as James checked him out. James was definitely quite a number, and his body looked ripe for the taking. And if Seth pegged James right (as he had about his first trip to the bar) he was still a virgin. Seth's cock stirred at the thought of popping that delightful little cherry. "Let me get you some more water," Seth said, and went the bar. When he came back, James finished a second glass. "How ya feelin’?" "Better," James slurred. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, but James felt too muddled to follow. After half an hour, James thought he’d best be leaving. He got up to go, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home." James liked that idea. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest. "Where do you live? Should I call someone?" James shook his head. "I’ve got a single over in the Elm Street dorm." Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the walk, Seth had his hands all over the boy on the pretext of keeping him steady. And James, back on his own turf in the presence of this beautiful man, was getting hornier by the minute. He had no intention of letting this catch get away. "Here you are," Seth said, as they approached his door. "So, ummm, you wanna come in for a while?" James asked hopefully. "Love to." FOREPLAY No sooner had they closed the door, than Seth pulled the boy tight against him. He kissed James hard on the mouth, filling his mouth with spit, forcing him to swallow. James groaned and clung to Seth passionately. Seth’s hips thrust against the boy’s crotch. His left hand kneaded the youth’s ass through his shorts, while his right hand undid his belt. James’ shorts fell to the floor. He kicked off his sneakers. His Size Small briefs came off next; and James' hard cock rubbed against Seth's bulging jeans, dripping precum everywhere. James pulled off Seth's T-shirt, marveling at his lean, hard body. His hands roamed onto his huge chest and nipples . He couldn't help himself; he pushed his face onto Seth's tit and began sucking. "Oh yeah! Fuckin’ hot little slut! Chew them nips." And James licked, sucked and bit them. James untied Seth's sneakers and took them off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. James’ dick twitched. He took off Seth's socks, lifted the damp smelly pair to his face, inhaled deeply, and rubbed them across his lips. He unbuttoned Seth’s jeans. The bulge at his crotch spurred him on to quickly tug down the zipper. Seth's jeans opened before him, revealing smooth skin and a weird tattoo at the base of his cock. "Hot tattoo! What is it?" "It means ‘biohazard,’” Seth hissed. "Like it?" James yielded to the temptation to kiss it. Seth smiled diabolically. His jeans fell down the rest of the way and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in the face. Seth laughed aloud at the stunned look on the boy’s face. He stepped out of his jeans and spread his legs. James looked at the cock. Again it bounced towards him, dangerous, inviting, tasty. Seth pushed his crotch forward, and James knew what was expected. He opened up wide, and devoured the humungeous pole. He only got half of it in his mouth when the big dickhead hit the back of the throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around and rammed him onto it. James gagged, and his throat opened up. Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick all the way into James. His air supply cut off, James panicked. Seth held him tight, watching him thrash and turn blue. "Breathe through your nose, motherfucker!” Seth commanded. James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nostrils. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Confident he could breathe again, James devoured Seth’s cock aggressively. Seth closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the young boy working his shaft. He thrust his dick all the way down the boy's throat, and removed it slowly. Again and again he fucked his face rough and hard, abrading his dick on the boy's white teeth. That didn't matter. The only thing that counted was the thrill he felt as he forced his cock all the way down the kid’s throat, the kick he got when the boy gagged, and grunts he heard when the youth’s forehead struck his pelvis. "Yeah, that's it, cocksucker. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it all lubed up cause you’re gonna take it up the ass real soon. Get it ready for your mancunt, boy!" After 20 minutes, Seth pulled off. Purple, proud, and raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of breaths, gazing upon the treasured phallus. It was covered with spit and slime. Seth waved it lewdly at James. "You want it, don’t you? You want this dick in you?". James nodded tentatively. He was committed to foregoing his virginity, but he wasn’t sure he wanted the roughshod treatment Seth had to offer. "Where do you want this big dick, boy?" James licked his lips. His throat was sore. It was now or never. "In my ass, sir. I want that cock up my ass." "Then you shall have it, boy. You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass apart?" James was sure Seth was speaking figuratively, but he couldn’t shake his apprehension as he nodded affirmatively. Seth grabbed him by the tits and yanked him to his feet. James swayed as blood gushed to his head and spots danced before his eyes. Seth guided him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them with his thighs. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach. "Wait.” James reached over to the night stand and rummaged around. He came back a condom and offered it to Seth. "I don't fuck with no condoms," he told James. "No condom, no fuck," James said firmly. Seth stared contemptuously at the prophylactic and irascibly tore the wrapper off. James watched spellbound as Seth unraveled the rubber over his huge dick. It looked even more ominous encased in latex. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squatted down so his cockhead abutted the boy's hole. "All right.” “Go slow.” “I’ve never….” FINALE WITH A SAVAGE THRUST, SETH LUNGED INTO HIM. James' face contorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and a garbled scream boiled from his throat. Lightning flashed before his eyes as the huge battering ram of a cock invaded his body. He felt the condom shredding and ripping into his asshole, his innards aflame. Seth pummeled him again and again as the boy shrieked in agony. After 10 minutes of ramming—sweat, assjuice, precum and blood combined to slime both cock and hole. James stopped begging. He began to moan as Seth's cock passed over his prostate. 10 minutes later, James was erect. The reprieve didn’t last long. Seth pulled out and flipped the hapless youth onto his stomach. Seth tugged at James’ T-shirt. James raised his arms and torso to help get the Tee off, but Seth stopped midway, twisting the material above his head, pinning his arms beneath his head. With one hand on the knot, Seth pulled the condom off. "I told you I don't do condoms." Tossing the bloody rubber before James’ eyes, he rammed his cock back into the boy’s ass. Viciously, furiously, he plowed his cock in and out of his hole. James thrashed and flailed, but the heavier Seth hammered away. Over and over, the large cock assailed James' butt. James stopped screaming. His fear, anger, and agony were supplanted by the sensuality of the cock pillaging him. Harder and harder Seth hammered his ass—until James began moaning beneath the Tee. Seth let go of the shirt and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked him full blast. "Take this, you little fucker. Take my big dick up your ass. Feels good in there—RAW—don’t it? You want it now, don’t you? Your ass is so tight. Gonna fix that. Gonna make a man out of you. I’ll fix you so you won’t ever need a condom again. Gonna shoot my fuckin’ poz jizz up your ass, get it flowin’ in your veins—know what that means?” James clenched his asshole as he understood the bombast. Still his rebellious anus betrayed him as it pulsed and danced in tune with the cock raping him. He moaned with every thrust. After 10 minutes, a sweet hot orgasm coursed through Seth’s body. He let out a howl, as his big dick infused volleys of infected cum into the boy’s body. He collapsed on top of James, who lay still. After catching his breath, he withdrew from the boy. Seth reached down and yanked the T-shirt off over James’ head. With an anguished moan James flipped over to watch his assailant. James’ eyes trailed to the venomous cock that had raped him. It was still semi-erect and slimy with blood and shit and cum. Casually, Seth cleaned his dick on James’ white Tee, and tossed it on the bed. As he dressed, he stared at the boy. Beneath his ass, the sheets were soaked with blood and cum. He went over to James and pulled him upright. He bent his head back and planted a hard sloppy kiss on his lips while he dug his fingers into his ass. He held up his scummy fingers up to the boy. Obediently James sucked them into his mouth. They came out clean.

Dear @hntnhole thanks for starting this thread I will disagree one one point though when you say we have never faced a test of our National Character like this before I would say we were more divided in the mid 1800’s leading up to the civil war.. which was a very violent test of our Character And then there was the 1960’s and the hard fight (although at least not a war) for Civil Rights although I would say that this is probably worse than the 1960’s …. But I hope that this crisis will not lead to the blood shed of the 1860s but hopefully just as the side of good won in the 1860s and the 1960s the side of good will win again- but only if we choose the right path I totally agree that it is up to all of us to take the right path to save our republic…. And to o that we all have our work to do to make sure that the country survives past 2024

Showed up at his place and he told me to strip down. He led me to a back bedroom that was set up as his play area. He told me to get in the sling and get comfortable. He excused himself for a few while I got into the sling. When he returned, he asked if I wanted anything to loosen up. I replied yes and he opened his bag and pulled out a pipe. He handed it to me and said go for it. As I started blowing clouds, he began lubing up my ass. Without saying anything, he reached over grabbed a butt plug, sprinkled some powder on it, and started to push it in. It was bigger than I am used to so he massaged it until it popped in. After letting me smoke for a few minutes, he took the pipe and started strapping my arms and legs into the sling. Only thing he said to me while he was doing it was I don’t want you to touch yourself while you are getting fisted. About this time, everything started to kick in and all I wanted to do was touch myself. He slowly started to pull the butt plug out. The popping sound and the feeling when it came out took my breath away. He asked me if I was ready and I moaned yes. He gave me a big hit of poppers and started. He slid one, two, and then more fingers into me. When he reached the first stopping point, he worked his hand in and out. He told me to breathe a few time and just relax. The moment his hand slid in, my body shivered and I had an instant feeling of pleasure. He spent the next 30 minutes working my ass over. The guy was a man of few words. When he was done fisting me, he stood up and slid his dick in me. He started fucking me and after a few minutes began to grunt and pound me as he dropped his load in me. He unhooked me and I got out of the sling. He offered me the pipe again, which I didn’t refuse, and took some big hits before I left. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, I logged onto BBRTS since I knew I was going to still be high and horny when I left. I got dressed and headed out.

That's funny... safe word?!? When I met guys I made clear, there won't be a safe word and then 'we' agreed to it.

“And if you don’t march down (to Congress) and fight like hell, then you won’t have a country!” sounds like election interference to rational people.

Who says Melania is a Trump supporter? I feel sorry for the youngest son, who must be so embarrassed. And even Melania - although she no doubt knew the sort of person she was marrying; she’s been humiliated through this court case, and when he wished her “Happy Birthday” from the courthouse where it was all exposed (no pun), the only person who didnt appreciate the irony was no doubt Trump - who had no empathy or sympathy for anyone but himself. He is certainly a disgrace Watch the Kimmel clip today, all the way through. He speaks for me! Jimmy thinks Trump will get Community Service - imagine it, Trump in an orange jump suit (that matches his hair) picking up garbage by the highway with a Secret Service detail! Trumps criminality is the gift that just keeps giving!!

Fuck yeah, I feel real masculine when I’m being fucked. Especially when I’m taking some real thick meat. You gotta man up to take a big cock deep in yer ass. I like it sweaty and rough.

Still on vacation. In Austin now. Hooked up with Grindr buddy. We got chatting a few moths ago and I finally got here and bred his ass. Worth the wait, he’s got a beaut hairy crack and I’ve pumped 5 loads into him since Thursday - gunna breed him all next week. Gunna breed another horny guy in Phoenix late next week. Still gotta find me a Cowboy!

in the defense's defense: this was such a fact laden case with a long paper trail that it was almost un-winable. even they never spoke once of a possible acquittal but instead placed all their bets on the hung jury possibility. just like his defenders here, don't argue w facts but just throw confusion around to establish doubt. the fact that they kept him off the stand is proof they're better than Habba but that's arguably a low bar. too much time was wasted disputing unimportant facts: it's irrelevant if he came inside stormy or not. but their client thinks court is a political rally so... we got the "you're all just jealous of my boogie" defense

Short story: Go to your doctor! They can interpret your situation better than people on the internet who have not even seen your tests and medical history! You didn't say how it was treated - that makes a difference! "It doesn't seem to go away" is a bit vague (though so is syphilis, come to that). Syphilis normally doesn't have much in the way of symptoms, except occasionally and then later on when it goes tertiary. It is possible that the meds didn't work. Syphilis that is resistant to the azithromycin class and/or the tetracycline class of antibiotics is known, but it is still rare (thankfully). If your RPR titer is rising, you probably (but not certainly) still have active syphilis.

Mike knew Jeff was up to something but for the life of him he could not tell what Jeff had told him why Michael avoided sex with him and the aching loneliness he sensed in the boy Jeff and he had been married just after Jeff's 18the birthday, Mike had fucked and pozzed him that same day, Actually falling in love took a bit longer but over a decade later Mike didn’t know how he would survive without his Jeff and he never wanted tp find out Mike didn’t know what Jeff had decided on a trip to Mike's home town. “The anniversary pf out 2nd wedding is coming” seemed a little thin. Their first wedding had been a rushed thing. A year later they had done the church and family wedding thing in his home town but this would be the first time they had visited since. Besides, indulging Jeff was one of his favorite pastimes. Jeff wanted them in his home town and was insistent that his Son Michael had to come with them. Mike didn’t really mind. It would be good to see Luke, his wife and the kids again The kids were his godchildren and the youngest of them must be 18 by now. “Time really flies” Mike though with a rueful smile Michael was all for it. He wanted to see the place his Dad had grown up, He also wanted to meet Luke, the man his Dad had written “You never knew” about. Dad had won his first Grammyphone award for that song. Luke had been his Dad’s childhood best friend and Dad had loved him without hope because he was straight. The two now had a platonic but loving relationship and Luke regularly held Mike in his arms for hours when the two were together. Luke was a special man who knew you could love without sex. His wife fully supported him because she knew Mike was not a threat Boy One wanted to meet this Luke too, The man did not have the Angel Strain of HIV and he knew he could take control of him. He could MAKE Luke love him. He didn’t care that he would be breaking up a marriage and probably end the friendship between Mike and Luke. He didn’t care that Luke was more than 20 years his senior. All he cared about was that this someone he could finally love and make his own He would have to be subtle but he knew he could pull it off. Mike was surprised by the number of medical clinics in his hometown as they rode through on their way to their hotel. Then he remembered that Hank and Buzz had pozzed most of the male population of the town between 20 and 40 the week if his wedding here. It must have spread far and wide since then Once again Jeff had brought the extended family and rented out the entire 45 room resort. They didn't need that many rooms but this was the only lodging for 70 miles and ot kept the tabloid reporters away doing it this way. Luke met them at the resort and as he always did now, wrapped Mike in his arms and sat holding him. For Mike it was one of the best feelings in the world. His wife and kids were visiting her mom in a nearby town and would be back tomorrow. Michael had been introduced tp this man who, looked every bit as good as Mike did for being in his mid 40s. he was tall, blond and hairy. Fit without being overly muscular and had a great ass in his jeans Mike explained who and what Michael was and insisted that the boy was his Son. Luke looked at Michael with compassion and saw the longing Mike missed in his eyes Luke whispered something in Mike’s ear and Mike smiled and stood “Come here Michael” Luke said spreading his arms Michael shyly approached and with a nod from his Dad sat in front of Luke who wrapped his arms around him just like he did for Mike It felt wonderful to Michael. Like a well made copy of a key slipping into the original lock Boy One stayed hidden but caused just a drop of his chemical sweat to slip through the skin of Michael’s arm where Luke touched him To Luke this boy. This copy of his best friend felt just like that. A well made copy but discernible from the original, He did it because the boy needed it though it did not have the depth of feeling for it did when he held Mike One thing disturbed Luke though. His body reacted to this boy by getting an erection. He had never done that with Mike. He began to have vague thoughts of doing things with this boy he had never had the desire to do with any man, A treacherous thought went through his mind “Just because he is a copy does not mean he is the inferior version” and Luke was instantly ashamed of himself even as he pressed his hard cock against the boys ass, Boy One let a bit more of his influence out and Luke’s resolve weakened “Jeff, I forgot, what room am I in again?” he called out “15, it’s the last one on the left, by the exit” Jeff called back Boy One ground back into Luke just a little and smiled. The man had all the information he needed now. Luke’s wife and the kids came back that evening instead of the next morning “Lukas insisted” she said “he said he had something to do” Lukas was their youngest. 18 years old for only a few weeks “Mike and I were going to lay out by the lake, watch the stars and talk” he told het. It was a lie but it came to his lips so easily “You get to see him so rarely so go ahead” She said with absolute trust in him Luke decided to walk the half mile to the resort, He wanted to think, He could not get the thoughts of Michael out of his head. If he went through with this it would hurt his wife, his family and his best friend, so why was he still going? The aching hardness of his cock was the only answer As his feet carried him towards disaster he didn't notice the shadow trailing him Luke slipped in the exit door and quietly knocked on door 15 It opened and Michael stepped back to let him in They didn’t say anything. They just started kissing. Gone were all Luke's arguments and excuses why this couldn’t happen. The boy was irresistible. Luke had to have him They both jumped as a loud knock pounded on the door “You may as well open up, I’m making enough noise to wake the entire resort and they will all be here soon” Came a loud voice from the hall Luke opened the door shamefacedly and his son Lukas stood there with an ironic smile on his face “You can’t have him Dad, he’s mine, so kindly keep your hands off” Lukas said as heads poked out of doors all down the hall. “What’s going on?” Mike’s angry voice said from behind Lukas. He glared at Michael and Luke, not sure who to be mad at and hurt either way “Calm down Uncle Mike” Lukas said “Lets hear them out and I think you will understand” They sat in Jeff and Mike’s suite and Jeff had tea sent up for them all “I’m so sorry Mike, I just can’t get him out of my head” Luke said “That’s not his fault” Michael said. He stood, walked to Luke and seemed to concentrate. After a second he touched Luke’s forehead and there was a little moisture there when he pulled his hand away “Stop thinking about me sexually” Michael said and Luke seemed to relax “It was Boy One” Michael said “He wanted Like and didn’t care who he hurt to get him. He will do anything to be loved I think. Now that I know for sure he’s been loose I know how to keep him from coming back” “Michael, cut the bullshit” Lukas said “I know you are lying and I know why” “Yeah, he is lying about Boy One” Jeff said thoughtfully Something Michael had been feeling since the pounding on his door had started snapped into focus. He could feel that connection to Jeff but it was dwarfed by another connection in the room. He turned to look at Lukas and his eyes widening “You are the fourth connection” he said “I don’t know about being the fourth one but you and I have been sharing feelings ever since I can remember.” Lukas said Mike briefly explained why Michael had a connection to everyone who had been a potential life partner in Mike’s life “Why would he be connected to my best friend’s son though?: Mike finished up “Because Luke was your first love even if he couldn’t return if” Jeff said. ”If you thought with your heart and not your cock most of the time you probably would have figured that out, I know you just wanted Luke's love and never let yourself think of him sexually but that’s still a strong bond” “Why is he connected to Luke’s son and not him then?” Mike asked sounding irritated because he knew Jeff was right about the thinking with his cock thing “There is a connection” Michael said quietly “It’s so faint I can barely feel it even in the same room with him but it’s there” “And why would he be connected to Lukas then” Mike demanded “For the same reason you are both connected to Karl” Jeff said, looking apologetically at Luke and Lukas “I had hoped to explain this more gently but Luke and his wife went to Darrell Thompson's fertility clinic for help conceiving Lukas” “How did you know that?” Luke asked looking confused “And why should it matter?” After Jeff and Mike told them the entire story “You are telling me that Lukas is not my son, he's my clone?: Luke said incredulously “Does it really matter Luke? Michael is not really my Son but I could not love him more if he was, Does this change your feelings for Lukas one bit?” Mike asked “Not in the slightest” Luke answered immediately looking at Lukas who looked shocked and worried “You are my SON and I love you more than you can know” “You know? It would almost be a relief if our sons do share this connection, Lukas has never showed an interest in boys or girls before tonight, It’s like he’s waiting for something or someone. We have been worried because he is such a loner” “II knew he was out there and would find me someday” Lukas said shrugging, “Anyone else would just have been a waste of time… You took long enough tto get here, though Michael” Michael smiled a bit shyly “Sorry, I was a little busy growing up" he said He was sitting by himself in a large easy chair and Lukas came to him and sat on his lap kissing him Everyone in the room felt the emotional explosion through their bonds like a hurricane force wind Mike looked at Jeff and said “Five, four, three, two, one” and on one both of their phones rang They both answered with “Yes, Michael found that fourth connection, everything is fine” They put their phones on speaker and sat them on the table so Zeke and Karl could listen in “Now, back to what started all this. Michael, I don’t think we can lie to each other and get away with it. When you said you would control Boy One not only did I know you were lying I know the truth” Lukas said “I could tell he was lying too” Jeff said and looked at Michael with compassion in his eyes “Boy One is you Michael, you just blame him when you do something out of anger or when you do something you think is wrong. You pretend not to remember afterwards but it’s still you doing it” Lukas said “But…” Michael said “Before you start denying just know I love that side of you just as much as I love the good side of you you try to make Michael into” Lukas said “Remember, I have been in your head a little for most of our lives. Don’t be ashamed of getting angry or reacting out of hurt. It makes you human” Mike laughed “If I never reacted out of hurt and anger, Jeff and I would never have met” he said looking fondly at his husband “Thinking about that profile you posted on the bareback site still gets me hard” Jeff said smiling back “But I can make things happen, look what I almost did to your Dad, if you had not stopped us I would not have been able to reverse it once we had…” He blushed “You would have stopped yourself. You would have realized he was not me” Lukas said with such firm belief that Michael chose to believe too “I want to try something. Try to make me kiss you, Try to take control of me” Lukas said Reluctantly Michael let his sweat flow a little and said “Kiss me” Lukas took his hand and held it but made no move to kiss him “I thought so” he said “Our connection protects me, I want you to know anything we do together is voluntary on my part. I will do it out of love” Michael kissed him happily with a look of wonder on his face “Lukas” Michael said shyly “Would you mind if we took this slow? I love you but I want to take our time, I want to date you, to court you. I want us to be more than bound together by this connection. Lets not jump into marriage and bed the same day we met, like some people we know” “You say that like it’s a bad thing” Jeff said and they all laughed “Not bad, just not for me” Michael said, then to Lukas “What do you say?” “I’d like that but we are sleeping in the same bed tonight. I’m never sleeping apart from you again” Lukas said “Well duhhhh” Michael said squeezing him Over the next couple weeks Mike and Luke watched their Sons walk the same streets, play in the same fields and hang out in the same haunts they had so many years before “I think we did good when we made those two” Luke said as he held Mike “They are what we could have been in a different world” Mike agreed “Thank god Lukas stopped us, I still remember what you looked like in the school showers, I would still be walking funny if Michael had gotten that monster in me” Luke laughed Jeff had Michel’s motorcycle brought from The Compound and when he and Mike flew home Michael and Lukas set out on it for Michael’s home town so Lukas could meet his mom and Uncle Billy Jeff and Mike bought Michael’s mom a house in a Las Vegas suburb and the newly divorced Uncle Billy moved with her “The doctors are better here and we want you all close” Mike explained After about six months Lukas got tired of waiting and he proposed to Michael. Well actually he said "But me a ring, we are getting married" The wedding was held at the same church Mike and Jeff had their second wedding in and everything was perfect That night the newlyweds lay on a bear skin rug, in front of a roaring fireplace. in the bridal suite of the resort As he would most of the time for the rest of their lives, Lukas took charge “Strip and lay on your back” Lukas ordered and Michael obeyed his rock hard 12 inches sticking up like a telephone pole as Lukas stroked him “I know you have HIV and I want it. You are not giving it to me, I am taking it. You are mine, this cock is mine and you will do what I tell you with it from now on” Lukas straddled him and impaled himself on that huge poz cock as Michael looked up at the man who would dominate him for the rest of his life with eyes full of love, lust and an absolute trust Lukas was beautiful, just as blond as his dad his body fur was not yet as thick and his frame still had a certain boyish slimness that would thicken into what his dad was now over the years. His cock was a pale, blue veined nine inches that curved slightly in an arch from base to tip He groaned in delicious pain as he used Michael’s cock to bust out his own cherry “You are going to infect me with your toxic seed, give the man you love HIV but I’m not the last one. You will poz who I tell you when I tell you. We will spread your virus far and wide before we are done” Michael’s cock had reached that inner barrier inside of him and he dropped all his weight down, screaming as that huge cock he controlled burst past it Lukas had spent a lot of time researching BD/SM online, that had been wasted. He found out everything he needed to know by talking to Mike who was a true expert As he rode he reached under the rig and pulled out a box. In it was a silver necklace that was very obviously a collar and he put it around Michael’s neck turning the lock in the clasp and putting the key in a little slot in the box “I own you and everything about you now, You will never use your ability to control other men without my permission and you will always use it on who I tell you to. That way the responsibility for what you do with it is mine” Lukas told his new slave Michael’s eyes went wide and then filled with tears. “That you so much! I love you so much Lukas!” he said as his last big fear evaporated Lukas rode him hard his back arched and his head tossed back as he pleasured himself on that 12 inch virus injector, slamming down to grind into Michael’s balls He stroked himself till he was on the edge and then hissed “Give me your HIV! Infect me! Do it NOW! And he started spewing cum all over his new slave/husband Lukas’s ass spasmed around his cock pushing Michael over the edge ans he shot thick ropes of his virus filled love into his Lukas, pozzing him deep inside. Impregnating him and sealing them to each other forever Three rounds later they lay kissing and caressing each other Michael chuckled looking up at Lukas “Everyone thinks you are the soft, sweet timid one. They have no idea how dark and evil you can be, my love” “Oh, they will find out soon Babe, and when they do, watch out” Lukas said with a evil smirk and a glint in his eyes *************************************************************************************** The bottoms are always the scary ones Let me know what you think! Scambu

Epilogue 9 months later I woke up with the now common feeling of cum leaking from me and a wet patch on my bed and smiled. As I rolled over in the bed I used to share with my wife I pondered how things had changed over the last 9 months. Firstly there was that first night at the sauna but that was just the beginning the first in a chain reaction that changed everything. Jane cared for me through my fever and looked after me assuming it was flu once better and after the weight loss she couldn't get enough of me we spent the best part of a month fucking 2-3 times a day then she got sick. I cared for her the same as she did for me but after her doctor recommended she get tested the truth quickly became apparent and she left. I loved Jane and was sorry for all I'd done but her leaving gave me a new found freedom and it wasn't long before I found myself back in the same bathhouse night after night. The other thing that changed in me was I became more versatile and found out just hoe empowering shooting my own now poz cum in a bottom could be. I never mentioned my status unless specifically asked which was rare. Soon the evening trips to the bathhouse weren't enough and I found myself sneaking out on my lunch breaks to fuck anyone close enough with a cock. Work had been good to me over the years and I soon realised without Jane I could afford to stop altogether and did just that. With no work and no wife the remaining months have given me the freedom to become the sleazy pig i never knew I needed to be. The noise of the shower being turned off broke me away from my thoughts and I smiled as I watched the young twink walk out of the bathroom at 19 he was the youngest I'd fucked since this all began but he had the confidence of someone twice his age. He walked over and kissed me deeply. "thanks for last night and for letting me use the shower I've never had so much cum in me from one guy it got everywhere overnight. Usually I don't go bareback I'm not sure what came over me" I smiled "no worries I'm glad we both had fun" as my cock began to grow I pulled him in close and kissed him again before throwing him on the bed. "I've really got to get to work" he said "don't worry bimoy this won't take long. Call it a parting gift." with that I buried my face in his smooth hole and began eating his ass like there was no tomorrow his protests soon stopped and he began moaning from my assault. I came up and kissed him deeply before sliding my poz cock back into his ass. He gasped and went to say something but couldn't as my tongue was still working its way down his throat. "that's it boy take my cock take everything I've got" I fucked him without mercy as he moaned louder and louder "tell me what you want boy tell me how much you want my seed" "Please" he shouted "please breed my hole breed my fucking hole" I felt my cock swell as it began to shoot my now toxic cum deep in this twinks cum. Once the orgasm subsided I kissed him again before getting off and letting him get dressed. "fuck looks like I'm going to work with a part of you in me aswell then" I smiled he had no idea how long that part of me would be with him for. He kissed me goodbye and left just as my phone started to ring. I answered. "Hey pig where are you me Matt and Dave have been waiting at the tattoo parlous for 20 minutes for you" "sorry guys I'm on my way just got a bit carried away with last night conquest" Jack laughed "your such a fucking pig hurry up its time to get your ink" With that I got dressed and took the short walk to the tattoo parlour before finally getting my own Biohazard tattoo just above my cock.

As I sat in the car outside the sauna for the fifth time this month I tried to convince myself to finally take the plunge and enter. The thought of all the fun to be had inside always made my cock hard but Id read online that most people in these places didn't use condoms and the last thing I wanted was to pick up something and pass it onto my wife. I knew I was bi for years but up until the last few months I'd always managed to push the desire to the back of my mind. "what's the worst that can happen" I said to myself "if I'm uncomfortable or don't want to go any further I can just leave" With the decision made I got out of the car approached the door and rung the buzzer. The door clicked and I entered a small hallway and approached the counter A young guy of about 20 smiled as I approached clearly I was looking nervous. "first time here buddy?" "uh yh yh it is" "ah no worries I'm sure you'll have a positive experience it's a busy night but full of regulars and I'm sure a handsome Gent like you will be made to feel welcome. £15 for entry £25 if you would like a private room" I fumbled for my wallet before paying the £15 in cash so that there was no trace that I came here. He smiled and passed me a towel and a key "the keys for the locker and the towel is to cover up if you prefer although most guys here tend to go bare" I muttered my thanks and then proceeded to the locker room where I removed my clothes and wrapped the towel around myself. "ill just take a walk round and explore the place if I don't like it ill leave" I followed the stairs up turned left and found myself in what looked like the main playroom a big screen was playing porn in the middle of the room was a giant circular play area that already had a few guys fucking and sucking and across the back wall where a few seats. I decided to take a seat and just watch for a while. My cock was already rock solid and as I sat down I began to stroke it slowly while watching the guys in the middle of the room going at it. The scene looked like something straight out of a porno there was the big beefy top and two skinny bottoms neither of which looked particularly healthy. The top was covered in ink but one that stood out was a the scorpion just to the left of his belly button. As he was fucking one bottom he pulled out for the second to suck his cock when I saw three things that shocked me. Firstly he wasn't wearing a condom secondly he had what looked like a metal spike coming out of the tip of his cock and and third his cock was fucking huge. How the bottoms managed to take that I had no idea. As I was wondering this I noticed the top look up at me smile and invite me to come closer. "fuck it" I thought it can't do any harm to have a look up close and plus Im Intrigued as to what that piercing is.

I get the feeling there's a wide range on this, but I feel masculine and comfortable with it when I've got a guy in me. I'm curious how other guys see it and feel when they do it?

“Oh GOD I’ve missed this cock daddy!!” I wailed as my top relentlessly hammered into my ass. Flat on my back he held my ankles and spread my legs wide, I groaned and held onto his ass with one hand and stroked his chest with the other. I played with with nipple and traced my fingers down his powerful body, coming to rest on the biohazard tattoo on his hip. He smirked and spit into my open mouth. I swallowed greedily. “Yea that’s right baby, take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” My own big dick got painfully hard at this, but nobody moved to touch it. My dick didn’t matter tonight. I wondered briefly if it ever would again. “Fuck yes daddy poz my ass!! It was the first time I had said this. It was a long time coming. We had met years earlier on Grindr. He was poz, I was on PrEP, we fucked a bunch and it was always amazing. I was twinkier then. Slender and toned with a thick 8.5” dick and a tight ass both of which got me lots and lots of attention. I was immediately attracted to him, 10 years older than me and my height but had about 50 pounds on me. He had thick muscled arms and legs, a big chest, and a bit of a gut. A man who liked to workout and eat. My kind of man. Of course what really got my attention was his 9” dick - long and straight and perfectly thick. I was taking a lot of dick back then so I could take him no problem, for me, that was boyfriend dick. We used condoms at first, his choice. Then one night he asked me if I prefer it bare. Without thinking I said yes. He slid into me raw and we never looked back. He fucked me regularly for 3 months. I was vers but he never showed an interest in bottoming and I never wanted to top him. I loved his dick too much. Then the unthinkable happened, unthinkable to me anyway. I met a boy. We fell in love. And within a few weeks I went from being sluttiest guy any of my friends knew to being a one man man. My boyfriend is adorable. A tight bodied little blond twink with perfectly proportioned muscles and an entirely adequate dick. Not that he used it much. He was a total bottom. And we were happy for a long while! But 5 years on and my gaze was starting to wander. I hadn’t been fucked since the last time poz daddy dropped a load up me, and I was getting the itch. At 29 my body had changed a bit. More of a twunk now, I spend a lot of time at the gym. Firm pecs, a flat stomach, round tight ass, powerful legs and arms. I have a little chest hair and light dusting around my hole. My boyfriend worked in finance and was getting pretty senior. He came home one night and said that he’s been asked to set up a new satelite office. In Singapore. He would be gone four months. I wish I could say I didn’t immediately start thinking about getting fucked but. I did. Life continued on as normal for the next few weeks as he got ready to go. Tearful goodbyes and plans made for visiting and FaceTiming, and he was off. I would miss him, of course, but I couldn’t wait to get back to my old ways. Were we in an open relationship? Not exactly. We left it vague as to what we were allowed to do. Something of a don’t ask don’t tell policy which is definitely a recipe for disaster but…. I did not care. I was too horny. By the time he was in the air, the apps were on my phone and I had douched for the first time in five years. I had the first halfway decent looking guy with a halfway decent dick at my apartment within 30 minutes of logging in and was screaming as I came all over my abs with his cock pumping his own orgasm into the condom deep in my ass 10 minutes after that. I was happy. I wanted more. I felt guilty. I wanted more. Complex feelings made the sex better. The next day was another. And another after that. The guilt lessened. The following weekend I was at the gym in my normal getup. Jock under some booty shorts and a little tank top. I had take to going to the gym cleaned out just in case. I was stretching after my last set in a corner when I felt a hand on the small of my back and a deep voice at my ear… ”You look good, bitch.” My dick swelled. I turned. It was poz daddy. I hadn’t seen him since our last fuck, not even around the neighborhood. “Holy shit!” I beamed at him. My cock became rock hard and very visible in my tiny shorts. He looked much the same. Bigger than I remember. He had put on some more muscle but his gut had grown a bit too. I didn’t mind one fucking bit. “Been living in SF for a while. Just moved back. You still got my number?” ”Ah no sir…. I don’t” ”Doesn’t matter. You free tonight? I need back in that pussy of yours” ”I’m free now” ”Damn right you are. Let’s go shower” We walked to the locker room. My locker was across the aisle from his. I stripped deliberately. Slowly. Angled so he had full view of my ass as I slipped my shorts down over the hard muscle. My cock was hard the entire time. I grabbed a towel to hide it on my way to the shower but he appeared at my shoulder. ”no. Walk to the shower naked. Show yourself off. Show all these boys what a prime piece of jock pussy you are.” So with a chubby dick I sauntered to the shower. My daddy right behind me. I chose a stall in the back. He glanced over his shoulder at some twink and winked as he opened the door and followed me in. It’s a gay gym, so this type of thing is not uncommon but to do it so blatantly after parading me through the room and in the middle of the day…. I was horned up beyond belief. I went to kiss him but he stopped me. “Not yet slut. soap up. I wanna watch you” So I did. Putting on a bit of a show. My dick fully hard, as was his. My mouth aching to suck him. My hole twitching, remembering how good he felt inside me. “Good boy. Rinse off and meet outside.” He left. I waited. Turning the water to freezing to get my dick to go down. I got dressed. Little denim shorts and tank. I could feel the eyes on me. Outside he grabbed my hand and we silently walked the few blocks to his place like we were boyfriends. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His apartment was on the top floor of a townhouse. Studio. Messy. Dark. None of which mattered. Once inside he turned to me like a cat who had just caught a bird. His big hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close. His belly pressing to my flat, hard stomach. “Been a long time boy. Whatchu been up to?” His lips grazed my ear as he almost whispered to me. Shivers went down my spine. “ahhh. Boyfriend” I managed ”still with him?” ”yes. Out of town” ”mmmmm naughty boy. Daddy likes that. Still on PrEP?” ”no sir” ”and yet you’re here with me?” “Yes sir” I gasped, as his hand squeezed tighter ”so me how much you missed me, baby” And with that I had my clothes off in an instant and dropped to my knees. I nuzzled his crotch, receiving an appreciative groan from daddy. I undid his pants and fished his magnificent fully hard perfect cock out and engulfed it in my eager mouth. I was out of practice and I choked and sputtered but he seemed to like that even more as his hands found my head and started to take control. After a few minutes I pulled off to catch my breath and grazed up at him lustily as I tongue bathed his shaft and balls. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. My hands reached up to his waistband and pulled his pants further down so I could have better access. My tongue snaked all around his big, heavy balls down to his taint. I swiveled my body around, hands reaching to his ass and pulled apart his cheeks. He let out a surprised groan as my traced a circle around his hole eventually plunging in as deep as I could. I ate his ass hungrily, something I never did with my tops. But I wanted everything his body had to offer. I wanted to please him. And suddenly he pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and tossed me on the bed like a ragdoll. I wanted to kiss him. I tried. But he kept far enough away, smirking all the while. He stripped his shirt off and I saw for the first time in 5 years his massive chest and big belly with that familiar biohazard tat above his hip. His pants still bunched at his feet he moved the one step to meet me on the bed. My legs parted. My cock bounced, my hole winked in anticipation. Climbing between my legs his cock dropped and hovered right outside my hole. ”You want it?” ”Pleeeaaase I whined” He started to push into me. I gasped. ”Tighter than you used to be, bitch!” ”Been topping” ”Big top man turns into a greedy little bottom fag as soon as he sees his daddy, eh?” I nodded. “That’s hot, baby boy.” Feeling the resistance he grabbed some lube and poppers from the nightstand “Here. You get this today only.” I was grateful. He squirted lube into my hand “Put it on me” I did feeling his massive length and getting even more turned on. I fed his cock back into me and groaned as he rested there just the head inside as he uncapped the poppers and fed them to me. My head swimming from the chemicals, hole relaxing he pressed on. With agonizing and tantalizing slowness he bottomed out in me, his pubes pressed against me and I cried out in a mixture of pain and bliss as my re-Virginized hole was stretched. He grinded around deep inside me as I panted and grasped at his back. “Ready boy?” ”Fuck yes sir!!” ”Gonna let me cum in you?” I hesitated, “I’m not on-“ ”Pretty sure I’m undetectable. So you’re good.” I relaxed And so he began Slowly at first. Making me feel each and every inch as he slowly withdrew his dick to the tip and plunged it equally slowly back in. He had me to riled up before long I was pulling him back into me harder and faster, desperate for more of his perfect dick. It hurt, but I didn’t care . I was a man possessed. And so was he. After a few minutes he pulled all the way out of me and stood back to admire my sweaty body with my newly gaping pussy. Not wanting to be without him inside me for too long I jumped up and was back on my knees in front of him, sinking my mouth down his dick, so horny and popped up now I felt his cock slip into my throat and he groaned loudly as my forehead came to rest on his belly and my nose in his pubes. He fucked my throat a bit before he threw me back on the bed, spread my legs wide and plunged back into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he pummeled me so deeply. ”Yeah baby take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” ”Fuck yeah daddy poz my ass!” I had no idea where it came from but he loved that, and before long he was cumming deep inside of me as I grabbed onto his ass holding him deep inside as he and I quivered together. My muscles flexing. My dick harder than it’s been in years leaked all over my tight abs. Only then did he kiss me. Only then, did I cum.

Shane was still new to escorting. He only had a few clients, and had decided that he would be completely honest when he started escorting only weeks before. He would tell people of his HIV status if they asked; and he would respect their boundaries. He knew there would be awkward times, especially with less attractive guys he would have to service. What he didn't expect was that a hot rich guy could be the most unpleasant trick he might experience. This is only temporary, until I get back on my feet, Shane reminded himself as he went down on the skinny college student, Eddie, who answered Shane's Backpage ad. If the circumstances where different, Shane might actually have enjoy the experience, for Eddie, his client, was very attracted -slender, well-hung, toned - nearly Shane's ideal type. Eddie's condescending attitude and demeanor, however, had ruined the transaction, and, with each taunt, Shane found himself Shane found himself calculating a way to put his spoiled rich client back in his place. "Yeah .. suck that rich dick you poor desperate slut" Eddie demanded while he forced Shane all the way down his cock. Shane's temper was starting to build with each passing insult, but was determined to keep his cool; and so he kept going down on his client's dick as instructed and guided. "Oh fuck yeah ... I own your mouth right now. I'm renting your mouth, you broke-ass fuck. Take that dick. Earn your pay, whore" Eddie continued. Shane wasn't too much older than Eddie; and had Shane not come out to his parents, he would likely enjoy a rather good lifestyle and would be in college now too. But, since he was kicked out of the house, he made a series of increasingly bad decisions which led him to where he was. He didn't need some spoiled rich college kid reminding him of his current situation. "I bet you like that!" Eddie nearly chanted, "You love servicing my cock. Yeah, give my cock service. Give me what I pay you for." It was clear Eddie enjoyed being in control. Shane gathered that quickly when they meet only a few minutes before. Eddie was almost military-like in how he explained what would happen, saying "Look .. You do ONLY what I tell you to do, and nothing more. I bought you for this hour; and you'll give me want I want and only what I want. Do you understand?" As Shane reflected on Eddie's demands, a devious thought occurred to him. And as insults continued to roll off Eddie's tongue, Shane decided to put his plan and his own tongue into action. As Shane came up, he resisted the pressure on his head from Eddie's hand, and instead of going down on the cock again, he quickly licked and sucked on one of Eddie's balls. "Hey!" Eddie nearly yelled, "get back on my cock!" Shane continued to suck on his ball and tongue the other. "I'm not paying you for tha .." Eddie started to say, but the pleasure hit him, ".. damn that feels good .. okay .. you can do that." Shane continued to pleasure Eddie's balls, and quickly moved to Eddie's hole where he probed it with his tongue quickly and forcefully. Eddie didn't expect this and for a moment nearly forget he was in control, but notwithstanding the pleasure he was feeling, he still wanted to be in control, so he chimed-in saying "Yeah, lick my asshole you desperate broke fag. I'm making you lick my asshole." He could barely finish the sentence before an involuntary "mmmm" moaned out of Eddie's mouth. "Oh shit .. you're really good at that whore. Yeah, eat my ass ..." his voice trailed and more "mmms" replaced what he was otherwise thinking. Shane applied as much spit to Eddie's tight hole as he could and slowly made his index finger inside while Shane continued to moan. "Oh yeah .. finger my hole," Eddie tried to command him after the fact, "Put your finger up my asshole you-low class bitch." Shane knew that Eddie was giving into the pleasure, and found that the revenge he was planning had him rock-hard. Shane applied generous amounts of spit to his cock in-between his licking and tonguing. He made sure to get his tongue as deeply into Eddie's ass as he could; he also made sure to work two fingers in as deep as well. "Oh fuck" was Eddie's only response. Shane continued for a few moments longer, and then decided to have his revenge. He quickly spread Eddie's legs further apart, and lined up his cock with Eddie's hole. "What are you doing?!" Eddie shot back. "Continuing to service you" Shane assured him and then pushed his wet cockhead into Shane's already wet hole. "Oh shit!" Eddie yelled in shock, pleasure and pain, "Wait .. I didn't say you could do that!" Shane pushed further in and replied, "oh .. I was just trying to anticipate your needs. I could tell you wanted to get fucked. It seemed like you were begging for it." He slowly pushed his way in deeper. "But .. oh shit!" Eddie tried to protest, but the pleasure was winning over his reason, "yeah .. you slut, I own your cock. Give it to me!" Oh, you're gonna get it, Shane thought to himself. Reason returned to Eddie for a moment, "Wait - are you clean?" Eddie asked while also gasping with the slow thrusts Shane was delivering. "Do you honestly think I would fuck you raw if I wasn't clean?" Shane answered back with a question while he picked up his pace. "Okay .. I guess .. oh FUCK!" he was interrupted by a forceful jab. "Fuck .. you're big!" "You want more service? Shane asked. "Yeah, fuck my ass, you slut. I own your cock .. keep fucking me!" Eddie replied struggling to make words as his ass was being assaulted. Shane quickly picked up his pace and was nearly piston-fucking Eddie. The look of pure bliss on Eddie's face told Shane everything he needed to know, so he decided to subtly taut Eddie with some double-entendre. "You like getting what I got?!" Shane asked. "Unnh! yeah! Fuck ! Yeah! " Eddie answered. "Looks like I'm the one owning you right now" Shane smirked. Eddie didn't reply; he was too engrossed and overwhelmed with pleasure to respond. "Yeah, take that cock you rich little bitch" Shane said as he pounded the tight hole with deep punishing thrusts, hoping he would make Eddie bleed so that he could get what he deserved. "Fuck me!!!! Fuck me!!!!" was Eddie's only response. Shane knew he had him right where he wanted and stopped his pounding for a moment. "What the fuck?!" Eddie nearly cried. "You want more?" Shane asked. "Yeah, fuck me.. PLEASE ! Keep fucking me!!!" "It's gonna cost you a lot more," Shane said in a cool even voice as he slowly pushed himself into Eddie's fuckhole. "I don't care! I'll pay anything! Just don't stop fucking me !!!" Eddie begged. "That's a good dumb rich bitch" Shane said with a edge in his voice, while he picked up his pace again. "Yes!! Fuck yes! FUCK !! FUCK!" Eddie was bursting outloud as Shane forced his big shaft all the way in and out. Eddie started jacking his own cock, but Shane pulled his hand away. "Not yet .." Shane asserted, "not until I fill your ass with my load." "Oh God!" Eddie was on the brink ,nearly ready to explode. Shane felt Eddie's ass tightening while Shane's cock expanded. "You want more?" Shane asked. "Shit yeah! Give it to me!" Eddie almost screamed. "You ready to get what you paid for?" Shane asked, trying to hide his contempt as he felt his balls nearly ready to explode. "Yeah, you fucking whore! Give me what I paid you for!" Eddie nearly sang. "HERE IT COMES!" Shane announced as he fucked his cock as deep into Eddie's hole as he could and unloaded his toxic load deep up Eddie's ass. Eddie jerked his cock and shot his load onto his stomach while he moaned loudly, "mmmm! MMMHMMMM!" Shane left his cock in for a few more moments, and Eddie felt is pulsing deep within him. "Oh my god .. that was amazing," Eddie said as he caught his breath. Shane never had such a good orgasm and felt satisfied his rich kid got what he deserved. "Okay,I gotta run soon. It's time for you to pay up." As Eddie reached for his wallet, Shane mused to himself "Oh, if you only knew the price you just paid."

Zeke and Tommy, all bundled up against the cold, stood on the apartment roof watching the New Years fireworks. Tommy was wrapped in Zeke’s arms as they gazed into the sky. Red stood nearby holding up his son, who was six now, so he could see better. His mom, who said it was to cold to be outside, sat watching holiday movies in the apartment below When they were in the city, Red's mom and son lived in the old “hookup apartment” on a lower floor in the building. Little Red was a happy bundle of energy who kept them all on their toes. He got into everything and caused general mayhem but they all loved it. Even Zeke laughed when he got home from the office one evening and only realized when he changed out of his suit that he had spent the entire day with two small white handprints on the seat of his pants. “I wondered why everyone seemed so amused today” he said ruefully recalling that Red and Tommy had encouraged Little Red to give him a big hug before he left that morning and that they had been drawing with chalk on some black construction paper tat the time Little Red had run up and wrapped his arms around Zeke's waist before Zeke had picked him up for a proper hug then headed off to work. Tommy and Red utterly failed at trying to look innocent and finally looked at each other and cracked up Zeke got even by telling the boy that the drawers Tommy and Red kept their underwear and socks in was the perfect place to hide jelly donuts. That caused such a mess that they had to replace the dresser. Zeke had always hated that thing anyway. Little Red had the last laugh all by himself though. He spent a spring day “helping” the gardeners at the estate with the spring planting and decided the earth worms he collected were tired… So he put them in their bed, explaining that it was the softest bed in the house and that he wanted his new friends to sleep well The three life partners called a truce at that point, They didn't need to give this little imp any more ideas. He was a big enough hellion all by himself As they watched the fireworks on the roof Zeke thought about how the last year had changed the world and it was just the beginning. Over the next few years society would undergo some profound alterations because of a new drug developed by Angel Research And Diagnostics Taken at the minimum dose the drug they named Paneceanol controlled several major health conditions, it eliminated five of the seven leading causes of death. It also stopped the aging process almost completely Taken in larger, though still safe doses it reversed the aging process quickly. One year of increased dosage took about ten or even more years off your visible age. One side effect of Paneceanol was suspended fertility in women. A couple months off the drug restored things to normal. This offered women the opportunity to have a career without giving up their fertile years. It obliterated one of the pillars of sexual discrimination in the workplace. People were already shifting in their preferences. Younger people were still desirable to some who liked a person with a more innocent, fresh outlook on life but many found someone who looked 20 but had the experience that came with a more mature age preferable Age discrimination was also dying though Zeke foresaw a day when there would be far, far to many twinks in the world. It would be fun to see several generations of twinks competing for attention. He wondered how they would adopt to young thin pretty boys being a dime a dozen in coming years Wouldn’t it be funny if older, more mature, more seasoned looking men became the rarity and thus came into higher demand? Zeke had chosen to take about 15 years of visible age off. He was 45 now but looked and felt the age he had when he had first met Tommy Tommy maintained a young looking 30 making he and Zeke look much closer in age than they were/ They were both thrilled with the changes Red had not started the drug yet. He wanted to wait till he was about the same age as Tommy was now. As he got older he looked more and more like a ginger version of Zeke. How they had not known Red was Zeke’s brother just by looking at his face, Tommy would never know The three life partners rung in the new year together, their bond stronger than ever. The power dynamics had slowly shifted as Tommy and Red grew into confident, experienced men. They were truly three co-equals now. Life was good and getting better every day ********************* Tommy, Zeke and Red were back in school. A new program at performing arts colleges around the world brought in the best dancer instructors to do a two week seminar in each school on a rotating basis. Panaceanol had enabled the best dancers of the last 50 years to come out of retirement and many were choosing to teach. Men and women who were legends the younger generations had studied and tried to emulate were now back in full form, teaching. Tommy has been the youngest to ask to join “The Masters”. He was acknowledged as the best dancer of his generation and had been doing similar seminars for years. Since Ze-Corp was a major sponsor of the program and Red and Zeke went everywhere Tommy did they were in all the seminars. They even helped Tommy with his demonstrations and instruction During the school year they would spend 2 weeks at home and 2 weeks on the road in a different city around the world, They had attended all the other instructors seminars at least twice now and had all learned a lot. Tommy was flattered when the people he had idolized as a boy came to learn from him as well They were in Paris doing a seminar and enjoying the city and all those cute french boys. Theo was with them constantly, guarding them, Theo now looked almost exactly like he had when they had first met them, like everybody’s flamboyant gay uncle. That hid the fact that he was probably one of the most deadly men in the world He and Red had repaired their friendship after the debacle concerning Little Red and they all trusted the man again, though they kept a closer eye on him now They were being given a tour of the centuries old part of the hosting school here by a three students, one whom kept glancing at Zeke with nervous smiles. The boy had light brown hair and darker brown eyes “Some things never change” Tommy thought. Zeke still had that magnetism that had drawn Tommy himself to him that first night over 15 years ago ne of the other student’s was from Nigeria and had skin the color of dark roasted coffee, sparkling black eyes and wicked smiles for Red The third was a corn fed American boy from Ohio who’s dad worked in the U.S. embassy. He went on and on about how it was Tommy’s videos that had gotten him into dance When the tour concluded Zeke casually invited the boys to come back to their hotel suite with them for some fun and games Tommy was not actually a teacher. His college had asked him to represent them in the program but he was not actually part of the faculty. He had no qualms about fucking the students at all Within an hour they had three kinky boys in a row kneeling over the edge of their bed with their hands tied behind their backs and bare neg asses ready for breeding There was no discussion of condoms or HIV status. The three men simply mounted their boys and pushed in. None of these boys was a virgin and they all slid in easily Watching Red’s creamy 10 inches slide into that dark skinned ass was especially erotic. The contrast was beautiful They could all sense these boys were neg and that added to the excitement as they plowed those smooth young holes their virus filled balls swinging with each thrust. They giftedd the boys with toxic poz cum in short order them swapped, each one fucking and loading each boy up till poz cum ran down their legs The next day the three of them went to a resort in the French Riviera for a few days since Tommy's seminar was over. They walked along the beach which was fairly empty mid week. They saw an old friend named Tony sitting at a beach side café and chatted with him for a bit. The four of them were meeting up for dinner the next day They came to an area with dunes and tall grass and were about to head back because of the signs in several languages that said “Private property” when heard the unmistakable sounds of two men trying to be quiet while having sex and not doing a very good job on the quiet part Zeke, who spoke fluent French whispered a very sexy translation to the other two . The two men in the grass were named Pierre and Omar and they were apparently newlywed just yesterday. They had waited to be married to have sex and were both virgins until their first time together. They talked about how Pierre’s dad, who was currently out of the country, owned the estate they were on and had no idea his son had married the grounds keeper’s son. The man would freak out when he found out apparently. The objection would be to Omar’s race and perceived social class not that it was a gay marriage The two young men were in their second year of University and were both pre-med students. Omar apparently got better grades than his new husband Pierre mentioned his last name and the name of his father's company and Zeke was surprised to realize he knew the man. His company was one of two large advertising firms competing for a contract to promote Paneceanol in Europe. Ze-Corp was handling the Euro marketing of the drug as Agnes had no contacts here while Ze=Corp had a strong presence If he has a problem with the race of a potential son in law I’m not sure I want to work with him” Zeke thought. He decided to mention to both companies that Ze-Corp had a strict policy of not working with companies or individuals who had a history of discrimination. Zeke knew it was in Ze-Corps charter but decided to strengthen the language, removing any wiggle room. That would take a shareholder vote but since the only other two shareholders were standing right here he was sure he could get it through He made a quiet proposal to Tommy and Red and they quickly agreed to the changes Zeke had meetings with the heads of both advertising firms next week and he would make sure to stress Ze-Corp’s position on the matter. Ze-Corp was one of the 10 highest valued corporations on Earth now. That gave them quite a bit of sway and it was time to use it for the betterment of the world. Tommy grew excited and proposed a roll out of the new charter policy to all corporate partners and subsidiaries with a not so subtle hint that a ceiling to floor review of all existing relationships would start in six months. They also agreed to change the charter to read “100% of the share holders off Ze-Corp agree that profit is secondary to dealing with partners who take all forms of equality seriously and no partner is irreplaceable” As Zeke and Red agreed they heard applause and saw two heads popped above a nearby dune “That is something we can support!” the man they assumed was Pierre said in only slightly accented English “I guess I got a little to loud” Tommy said blushing but smiling “We know you are a passionate man. We love your dance videos and Pierre has had a crush on your husband since he was about 12. He still loves that Billy and Mike video you two danced in” Omar said, his accent even better than Pierre’s Pierre blushed and Zeke give his smoldering sexy smirk making him go even redder Being recognized happened a lot more frequently since Tommy had shaved his goatee off. He didn’t really mind that much though “I, on the other hand, watch any video with that one,” Omar continued, indicating Red with a nod “is in. He’s pure eye candy and you should feature him more. I watch every video you put out just hopping to see him” “I‘m starting to feel like chopped liver here” Tommy said with a rueful smile “Oh no!” Pierre said “we both think you are hot, We found out the other was gay because Omar slipped up and said how cute you were when we watched you dance with Billy Clay on an awards show! We might nor even be together if you were not so hot!” “Well that’s better” Tommy said “A boy can feel neglected when he has to compete with these two all the time” “Bullshit” Zeke said “You are by far the best looking of the three of us” and Red nodded emphatically “I’m just different from you and your ginger twin, Zeke” Tommy said smiling, feeling loved and appreciated by his men. He returned the feeling in spades “Would you three like to join us?” Pierre asked becoming them Both young men were tall and slim, Pierre was smooth, blond and green eyed, Omar was moderately hairy, and brown skinned. His light brown hair and startling blur eyes made him an exceptionally striking boy They were all surprised by what they found behind the dunes. An inlet further up the beach curved in and ended in a beautiful deep poo. A small, open shelter had been built and It was currently filled with soft rugs and pillows, a perfect place to make love. To the side several chairs sat around an unlit fire pit They sat and talked, the two boys asking them questions about their lives Omar whispered something in Pierre’s ear. He blushed but nodded “I don’t know if you three would be willing but we have decided that we should have a sexually open relationship. We are both versatile but prefer to bottom. We have a friend named Tony who is more that willing to help us out, He has been after us to share our treasures with him for years now but we would like you three to be the first” “Is this Tony a big, substantial man with a rug on his chest and talk so flowery it totally puts you off guard?” Tommy asked “You know him?” Pierre asked surprised Tommy smiled “He’s a special friend of my cousin Jeff and has been trying to get in my special treasure for years. I adore the man, though he irritates Zeke. My treasure is not the only one he wants. He’s a good choice and a good, loyal friend” “We should see if he watts to join in” Red said, knowing it would irritate Zeke. Red adored Tony both for his flamboyant personality and that firm round belly of his. Red liked his big men and was probably the only man in the world Tony willingly let top him “We know he is poz and don’t care” Omar said Zeke, Tommy and Red all had biohazard tattoos and their beachwear didn’t hide them at all You would let him cum in you?” Tommy asked “He’s like us and only plays bare far as I know” They nodded “We never want to use condoms” Pierre confirmed Red pulled out his phone and called Tony who said he would be delighted to join in and would be there soon. The ginger man walked back up the beach to meet his friend and guide him to this secluded spot While they waited Pierre walked up to the distant house then returned “I asked the kitchen staff to bring some refreshments and prepare dinner for six. It will be ready about 5 and they will serve it down here” and he indicated an outdoor dining area off to the other side An efficient staff brought drinks and finger foods. There were some odd looks directed at Omar. Pierre took his hand and said in French “It’s time tp stop hiding my love, If anyone has a problem with my husband speak up now” Zeke quietly translated for Tommy “They are all just overjoyed for you my sweet boy!” a voice boomed in English as Tony and Red walked up. Tony gave massive bear hugs all around, Zeke’s smile was a bit forced as Tony grabbed his ass before letting go The staff fled from this larger than life presence Tony’s hair and fur was salt and pepper though his face was unlined. He4 loomed over all of them. Even Zeke. “So many beautiful boys! So many special treasures to be shared!” He boomed his arm still around Zeke’s shoulder and his hand still on his ass Zeke glared at his grinning life partners as Tony gave his ass another squeeze *************************************************************************************************** Tony has always been a favorite of mine. Next Chapter: Tony goes treasure hunting Let me know who you think should come out on top, Tony or Zeke? Scanbu

I don't know about Ivana, but Melania came with a EB-1 visa, a.k.a "Einstein Visa", reserved for people who are highly acclaimed in their field, like Pulitzer, Oscar, and Olympic winners., world renowned scientists and such. I may be wrong, but an unknown two-bit nudie model from Slovenia hired by the Trump Model Agency is probably not among the type of people that can legally obtain that kind of visa. Unless gold digging is among the fields included. Rigging your visa application is illegal.

I agree with most of the comments on here. As an older man, I find that a higher proportion of younger guys - late teens and twenties - seem very keen to have sex with me. I am certainly not complaining about it but find this phenomenon very interesting. It seems like they all received the message that sex with older guys is something they should experience at least once. It also seems that any younger guy that accepts a drink from me, expects that by the end of the evening we will end up fucking. I see lots of general complaints about the younger generation but I certainly find them very tolerant and very willing to give a lot of pleasure to a reasonably prosperous, OK looking mature guy. I hope this interest of young guys in more mature men continues as I get older.

There was a brief period where it seemed that way, maybe in my late 40s or early 50s. But now that I'm almost 60, it's picking back up. Many men like us older daddies. I think it may be because we lost most of a generation from AIDS who never had a chance to grow old. Many of those of that generation who didn't die seemed to be a bit shell-shocked from the experience and may not have been as active.

Something soo hot to completely destroy the ex and turn him into a pozzed slammed fist cum pig. Especially when I invited his gym crush over mid session. Seeing the gym crush look of shock and disgust at how far my fit bf has fallen was fucking glorious.

The revenge fuck I had a message from a 32 year old guy asking if I would help with a revenge fuck. I told him I had no idea what that was. He went on to say he’d recently found out his Mrs was cheating on him so he wanted revenge by cheating in a willing guys cunt. It sounded horny as fuck so told him I’d happily be his revenge fuck. He asked how co-operative I was willing to be so I told him fully and happy to help him take out his frustrations on my hole. He asked if it could be totally anon so it felt meaningless, I fully agreed. He also asked if I would be up for him stuffing her worn panties in my mouth. They clearly showed cum stains and they weren’t his cum. I was totally up for it. He arrived as arranged and stripped off behind me. I was hooded, plugged and in a cum stained jock and my JUST A HOLE socks. He stood right behind me and pulled the plug from my hole. The guys semi nestled against my wet cunt as he leant over me and dropped her panties on the bed in front of me. There was a clear and heavy cum stain streak in these black skimpy panties. He told me he spotted them in the wash bin and he hadn’t fucked her for a while, so wasn’t his load. I confirmed that is was undeniable cum she was leaking. He asked if I wanted to taste it. He was teasing into my hole with his dick at the time, how could I refuse. He leant forward to push my head down into her underwear. As he did so his dick slid straight in. I was taking him balls deep so in return I started sucking on the cum stain. He started properly pounding my hole as he called her his whore of a wife. It was even more of a turn on when he told me he knew it was her bosses cum and that he had proof. I eagerly agreed she was a whore and he fucked me even harder. He clearly responded to verbal encouragement, so I told him to imagine her with her legs in the air taking her bosses raw dick and his superior cum load. That pushed him over the edge as he fucked my cunt as hard as he could. He let out a loud, ‘You fucking whore’ and unloaded a huge hot load deep inside me. It felt like he was pumping cum in me for ages as he flexed his dick and made me take every drop of his revenge fuck. He tagged my ass and left without a word. Only when he left did I realise I was still sucking on the bosses cum stains!

Guess I hate the idea of another 4 years of Trump. It will be another 4 years about Trump, and not about the people of the USA. This man is such a narcist twatt that he does anything to Shine a light on him. Currently the Republican party is filled with cowards, they all are to scared to stand up to him, and go against him. He is a treath for his own nation, and the security of his own people. Hope People will see that when they vote. Biden is also not the ideal candidate, but he at least did do his job, and did govern

On vacation in the USA to breed American ass. I’m in Phoenix where the temperature is in the high 90s and I’m on heat. I’ve seeded over a dozen men in the past two weeks but last night’s fuck was the best. I met him in a Phoenix bar, he’s a young bear - late 20s, broad chest, big hairy ass, heavy balls and bulging package. He was wearing jeans, boots, t shirt and denim shirt. We made out in the bar and the smell of his sweaty body got me fukkin hard. I took him back to my hotel and ripped his clothes off. He looked even better naked. I buried my face in his big beefy ass - the smell was intoxicating. I couldn’t wait. I mounted him and thrust easily deep up his chute. It was hot so we were both soon drenched in sweat. I love sweaty fucks. I pounded him for no more than 10 minutes before I pumped a massive load up his asshole. He drained my balls and he was still hard to I offered him either my ass or my mouth. He chose my throat so I sucked him dry. Great fuck. I’m seeing him again tonight but this time he’s fucking my ass. I’m ready for his load.

Chicago—July, 2023 I had loved my play with the man I christened Tall Guy With Tats at the IML piss party. As July rolled around, TGWT sent me a text. We had both missed the June event as it had been shifted from the usual second Saturday of the month. He now wanted more—Did I? I sure did. We both agreed we’d be at the July group. I got into the city in good time and even managed to find free parking. I began to tank up on water as I sat in my car. Just before 5pm, I went into the bar. I stripped to the jock I am destroying for my Canadian Friend and the boots I save for piss events. As I checked my bag, I noted that the sling was up again—but had moved from the front into the back corner where I was used to seeing it. I bantered a little with the cute coat check otter before I went to refill my water bottle from the huge cooler on the bar… I keep tanking up, watching the piss porn on the back wall and chatting with men I know or ones I recognize from May. “There you are,” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s Tall Guy With Tats, looking as hot as ever. He is ten to fifteen years younger than I, and at least an inch taller. We chat for a moment, but are soon behind one of the screens with him on his knees and my hard cock in his mouth. A man watches him suck—and thoughtfully pisses on my cock as TGWT continues to take my now wetter cock deep into his throat. For all my hydrating, I don’t have any of my own piss for him. Yet. We separate and play with others. A series of men go to their knees. Most are hoping for piss along with the cocksucking. Even when my bladder finally fills, I save it for TGWT. I find him—but he is busy with an incredibly handsome ginger. I watch him suck the guy until the man next to me, a hot Latino, goes to his knees and begins to do the same to me. Soon, I have my guy up on the bench and am rimming his ass. I stand and use the piss I was saving to coat his ass crack. He groans out his pleasure and I go back to my knees and lick it all up. “Fuck me.” His hole has opened dramatically from my tongue and his desire to get fucked. I stand up and sink into him. I look over and TGWT has turned the ginger around and is rimming his hot ass. I make a note that I need to be there during the next three hours. I fuck the Latino. He begs for some piss up his ass. I give him a quick squirt and keep on fucking. We finally take our fuck to the sling. As the Latino groans loudly, men surround us. I urge them to piss on us. One man, with a long stream, does just that—sending it onto the Latino’s chest and uncut cock. It drips down onto my dick—making it harder—as I continue to fuck. “I want to be next,” whispers TGWT in my ear. He and the ginger have joined the group around us. I keep fucking for a bit—and then take a break. TGWT introduces me to the ginger. He is ripped, without going overboard and has a bubble butt of an ass that I can’t stop looking at. We have a quick session of each of us taking turns on our knees, sucking the other two. Finally, TGWT gets in the wet sling. I spend a long time rimming his hole. Ginger Built moves closer. He sprays down TGWT’s jock. The pale stream comes cascading down the ass crack and right onto my tongue. I push some in and swallow the rest. “Now fuck him,” says Ginger Built as his stream peters out. “Fuck him hard.” I stand up. I slap my cock on the sopping wet jock pouch. I push it into TGWT. He groans and I begin the fuck. Another man tries to piss on us, but he can’t quite get it on either me or TGWT. It’s still hot to be occasionally splashed. I fuck. I pull out and eat his very wet hole. The man who wears his suit to this event is back. He joins the group and pushes his way to the front row, by the side of the sling. He bends down and whispers something to the man in the sling. “He wants to fill my ass with piss,” TGWT announces. I grin and give way. Mr. Suit, his hard cock hanging out of the fly, sticks it in the hole I have left gaping. He doesn’t move. I watch his face go from concentration to surprise to pleasure as he unleashes everything in his bladder. TGWT is groaning and hitting his poppers. It feels like forever until Mr. Suit steps back and pulls his cock out of TGWT. He shakes it, to get that final drop onto the lucky bottom. He grins at me and gives way. I go to my knees and rim the hole. I expect TGWT to push some of that piss into my mouth. He doesn’t. I stand up and go back in. His ass is so hot now from another man’s piss. I fuck, listening to the slosh with every stroke. Ginger Built moves closer. He aims a piss stream on my dick. I can’t help but fuck even more piss into the gaping hole… * I am behind the screens. A young Black otter in a baseball cap is attracting a lot of attention. He is kneeling on the wet floor. I watch him suck all the dicks of the men surrounding him. One man moves away. I step in. The Ballcap Otter leaves the dick he’s working on and slobbers down mine. He takes me to the root, easily. My cock is covered other men’s piss and two men’s ass juices. Ballcap Otter savors it—and then spits a huge quantity of deep throat spittle onto my balls—and licks that up, all the while making the sexiest grunts and groans. He stands up, giving his knees a break. “Fuck me?” he asks. He bends on the ledge, offering me his hot looking, beautifully sculpted butt. I kneel and dig in. There are tight black curls everywhere—on his ass cheeks, his chest and his legs. I stand up, leaving him wet and open. I enter and fuck. He groans and strokes his sizable cock. We fuck until he begs me to stop. “I don’t want to shoot yet.” I pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock of every drop of ass jizz. I give him a piss chaser, straight down his throat, by way of thanks… * We are only 30 minutes from end time. I have fucked TGWT one more time in the sling, with Ginger Built hosing us down. We have become a trio, moving around from place to place together. I tell him, now that we are seated on the ledge, I have to finallh taste his ass. He looks at me and stands up. He leans on TGWT for support and arches his delicious looking cheeks towards me. I kneel and begin to rim. After a bit I piss his crack and dig in for more. Ginger Built pulls away, not because he’s done, but to kiss me. TGWT joins our kiss and our tongues are in and out of each other’s mouths, trading piss and spit. “You should let him fuck you,” TGWT tells GB. I watch him consider it. From previous mentions, it has sounded like his ass may be reserved for his boyfriend. A moment. Then: “Lots of lube, please.” He bends, again holding on to TGWT. I eat him out one more time. I can barely get his tight pucker to relax. I lube my cock as I tongue him. I stand. The head pops into him. I wait. I push. Just a little. He groans. I think I’m there. I push in the next inch. “Out! Please. You’re way too big.” I pull out. “You should shoot in me,” says TGWT. And I want to. He bends, holding onto the ledge we’ve been sitting on. I eat his used hole and fuck. Ginger Built stands and showers us with piss one more time. I’m there—and have a noisy orgasm deep inside Tall Guy With Tats. When I pull out, Ginger Built cleans my cock and shares it with TGWT. TGWT gives us a last hug and goes to dry off and get dressed. Ginger Built and I are standing face to face. “I really wanted it,” he whispers. I reach around and finger his ass. His hard cock, pressed against me, oozes. I finger his hole. “Yes,” he moans. I pull out for a second to lube my fingers. He turns so I have easier access. One finger, now two, go into him. I whisper into his ear. How good he tasted. How tight he felt on my cock. This makes him grind back onto my hand. I add a third finger. He is beating his meat like crazy. “I think,” I continue into his ear, “you wanted my cum up you.” “Yes…” he grunts out. “Does your boyfriend like to fuck in anonymous jizz deep inside you?” “FUCK!” That has done it. Ginger Built coats the floor with his cum. I pull out of him carefully. I go back to holding him as his breathing calms. Only then do I get to clean up the stray cum left on his cock. Delicious… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Piss Party Trio (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 9 2023

I feel *powerful* when I've got a man rutting and nutting in my guts the way he needs to. Whether he's kissing me deeply as he slow grooves into me, holding my hair in his fist and pulling me back onto his cock like property, or teasing me into begging for the impregnation he's about to give me.

I don't ever "not feel masculine" when I'm having sex with other men. There is nothing feminine about the sex that we are having. For me it's more about the level of control that I am willing to cede and how comfortable I am in doing that. The more I do though, the more submissive it starts to feel, but then at the same time I then also feel somewhat more vulnerable. And honestly, I don't like feeling vulnerable. But submissiveness and vulnerability do not equate with femininity for me. So even at my most submissive level, I still feel masculine.

It's a really interesting question, especially looking at some of the replies above. I've never thought about it, but I guess it simply makes me feel like a man, enjoying the ultimate man on man action. Last Sunday there was a guy who has fucked and loaded me a number of times who fucked me like I've never been fucked before. At one point he got up on his haunches and mounted me, at which I point I asked him to use me like a bitch. I felt more raunchy and slutty, rather than non-masculine.

I feel extremely masculine when I bottom. Most “straight,” supposedly “manly” men, would be scared to death to have a dick, or anything, in their ass.

As a young man I did some dumb things. Hormones often took control when better jugdement should have taken over. But dont we all make bad decisions when we are young and horny? I was a shy 18yo. Maybe straight, maybe bi, but horny as fuck. I spent most of my days online jerking off over whatever porn happened my way and cruising various chatrooms. I lived a little way from the city, but had just managed to save up for a car and was looking forward to enjoying my freedom. The more porn I looked at and more chatting I did the kinkier the material needed to be to give me a thrill. Somehow I stumbled into a gay fetish chat where I was instantly messaged by a guy in his 60s from my nearest big town. I was instantly out of my depth, but didn't want to come accross as the inexperienced wannabe that I was. He acused me of being a catfish, but having turned on my webcam to prove that i was indeed a 6'4, muscular, smooth faced 18yo he changed his tune. I felt I had gained the upper hand in the chat until he started using terminology I didn't understand. The picture he sent me of his massive full balls and veiny cock set below a hairy beer gut crisscrossed by leather straps put me in my place and it was clear who was the alpha. He also had an odd tattoo just above his cock that I elt I recognised from somewhere but couldn't place. It was like black three incomplete circles forming a triangle with another overlapping circle behind. I had never really even considered actually doing stuff with a guy, but the slight of those huge shaved balls and the veiny cock unlocked something in me that I didn't know was there. I think he knew he was onto something, because he pace of his messaging increased after sending the picture. Lots of talk about "using my boi hole" and "teaching me what I was for". Although it was hot it was also kinda scary as I had never had sex of any kind before and he was talking about "raping my ass bare" and "planting his DNA to claim ownership". It got a bit intense and I backed off, so he softened his pace somewhat. Suggested a meeting in a nature reserve on the edge of the city. He said it could be a fun place to cruise at night, exciting scouting the walking trails to see if anyone was about. He said the fresh cool air had a fun vibe and we could play a stalking game. I was curious about the stalking game. He just explained it could be a bit of fun. He would get there before me and set up a simple snare on one of the paths. He would then follow me quietly to see where I went. If I stumbled into his snare it meant he got to tie me up for some play fun. I had been reading a side thread about bondage, and was curious, but Being tied up and powerless seemed a bit concerning for me. He reassured me that the chances of me being caught were low and that it would just be some play fun. He would bind me loosely and let me wear a mouth opening gag. He assured me that my size meant that he would not be able to have power over me. I stressed that if anything did happen I would be interested in safe sex only. I was still nervous but he reassured me that the second I said no he would stop what he was doing. He said he was happy to just jerk off in the bushes if things didn't work and I was kinda interested to see that cock up close. Feeling confident in my physical capabilities and excited beyond the point of control I agreed to meet him. It was about a 20 minute drive from my place which he was glad of as he said it gave him time to set his snare. I drove the whole way feeling half crazy but also hard as a rock. It felt like my cock was driving the car and I got there without remembering any of the drive. I pulled off the main road onto a dirt side road and parked in what looked like the spot he had described. There were no street lights and the trees blocked the moon, so it was extremely dark. I had only noticed one other ar there when i arrived, a large SUV parked discreetly between some large trees and low bushes so i could not see if anyone was inside. I nervously got out of my car. The night wasn't cold, but I shivered anyway. I was running on a mix of adrenalie and hormones. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw an opening in the bushes ahead. Wary of stumbling into a snare I was cautious, but I was also super excited by the risky thrill! I cautiously made my way onto the path. My senses were on fire, listening to any other sounds I could hear. I am pretty sure I heard the sound or a car door quietly closing as I disappeared into the path. I walked slowly and carefully enjoying the excitement but watching for anything that might look like a snare. The night was still and my senses were acutely tuned to hear any crunch of gravel or snap of a twig that might indicate someone was following. About 50 meters into the wooded trail I came to a branch. Which way to turn. The left fork seemed slightly brighter and I thought I saw the grass was trampled so I thought perhaps the right? I looked closely down the left fork and saw what I thought was a branch suspiciously bent down. It was fun to have seen the snare, although I was a little disappointed how primitive and poorly disguised it was. Ah well game over I guess. I figured since I was there I would step into the bushes just off the path there and wait to see if he came. I might still see that big cock yet, but on my terms! I inched slightly into the bushes and was almost out of sight when I tripped. Dammit, It was dark and I had tripped on a stick. I tried to get up quickly before he came, but the stick must have caught my pants. I reached down to try to free it only to realise that the stick was tied to a rope that was now firmly around my ankle. Well played sir I thought and waited to see if my captor arrived. It didn't take long. He must have been closer than I had thought and he rapidly appeared and stood over me. In the dark I could just make out he was wearing cammos, he had obviously put some thought into this! "I win bitch! Now for your forfeit!" he barked and he quickly turned me over and pulled the tied stick up to one knee and fastened the other end to my other knee so I was kneeling with knees spread. The speed at which he tied me was very impressive, and it was immediately clear that he had some skills. He stepped in front of me and i could tell he was wearing a balaclava. I could make out almost nothing until the few pale shards of moonlight illuminated the massive cock and balls he had just flopped out or his open zipper. he moved closer and slapped his hardening cock onto my face. "like what you see boi" he said starting to jerk himself right near my face. As I opened my mouth to speak he grabbed the back of my head and shoved himself in. I had never sucked cock before but was getting a rapid crash course! "chew my cock bitch" he grunted "bite it!" I gentle squeezed it between my teeth and he gave out a guttoral grunted "fuck yeah" before he abruptly withdrew. "Show me your wrists" she said before grabbing them and binding them together from wrist to elbow. I was overwhelmed with the situation, but when I realised I couldn;t move my arms I felt a bit concerned. I started to say "wait...." but he just said "relax.... this is just a bit of fun. Open your mouth again." I opened my mouth and the gag was forced it. Before I could protest he had closed it behind my head. He held excess rope on my wrists so that when I tried to reach up to pull it out he stopped me. He bent down and twisted the rope from my wrists around the stick between my knees. With a quick tug he had tightened it any by using some sort of hitch he was able to completely overcome my resistance. "Now the real fun beings he said". He undid my pants and expertly lowered them as far as the leg bonds would allow. He gentle pushed me from behind so I could not help but topple forwards. He was immediately behind me with his face burried in my ass. strong hands on my back to stop me geting up. I strated to freak out. I tried to say no, but the gag made it sound more like grunts. "you like that dont you bitch" he said. I tried to scream no, but he chuckled and pretended like all he heard was grunts of pleasure. Suddenly he seemed to change his behaviour. "let's help you up boi" he said placing a stong arm under my armpit and heling me up and to the side. He spun me around and before I knew it I was falling again over a fallen tree. he quickly undid and then retied the rope tying my wrists to my knees on the underside of the tree before letting go for a second. I couldn;t tell what he was doing, but he was reaching under the tree, playing with the rope. Suddenly I realise he had places a thick branch in the rope and was twisting it, tightening the rope and moving my wrists closer to my knees and making me hug the fallen tree closer. The mechanical advantage of the branch meant I could not resist. despite my larger size. Once he was sufficiently satisfied he used another stick to jam that one in place before disappearing behind me. I heard him undressing before he stepped back up to me. "Noone can hear you here boi, it is just you and me. I am going to give you what I've got. You can fight it and I will tear you up, or you can relax and try to enjoy it. Either way I am gonna enjoy it. Part of me hopes you fight!" With that he started rimming my ass again, probing it deep with his tongue. He pulled a bottle of what I now know to be poppers out of his pocket. took a big hit and then held it to my nose. I couldn;t help but get some of it, and soon my heart was pounding and my face felt warm. I felt a cold squirt of Lube on my ass and one, then two, then three fingers twisting in my til now virgin asshole. He squirted on more lube and then I felt him slap his cock on my ass. He squeezed more lube on his cock and I heard him massage it on with that distinctive wet sound. he lined his cock up with my lubed hole before bending forwards simulaneously nudging the head of his cock into me with gentle pressure but also thrusting the poppers under my nose. I tried to shake my head to signal no, but he just laughed and said "its better for both of us if you do. I dont want to damage me cock. just your hole". He held the poppers to my nose and as the rush hit me I felt him slowly sliding in. At first it hurt a lot, but with each passing stoke my hole relaxed and the lube allowed him to slide deeper and deeper. I could feel his beer gut weighing on my back as he settled into a rhythm, getting deeper with each thrust until I felt his heavy scrotum pressing mine. "Fuck you're tight" he grunted as he tightened his grip on my hips and quickened his pace. "I am gonna breed you good you stupid little fuck" he taunted as his pleasure built, "you are going to get a lot more than you bargined for". The poppers and rush of the situation started to wear off and I realised he wasn;t wearing a condom. I tried to cry out, but he just grunted"shut up, you are breaking my concentration". He grabbed my by the balls to keep me still before thrusting so hard my hips ground painfully into the fallen tree. "Oh fuck... Oh fuck.... oh fuck.... yes... take my dirty load you stupid little cunt" he half shouted and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside. "Fuck yesssssss" he groaned emptying a massive amount of jizz deep into my guts and collapsing on my back. He held there, draining the last drops and catching his breath before pulling out and shoving a but plug in my bruised ass. "dont want you giving my gift back" he said as he trapped the jizz inside. I heared him getting dress and packing up his gear. He came back in front of me, spat in my face and said "I own you now boi" before giving me a sharp smack across the face. He dropped a knife on the groud just out of reach before freeing the stick he had used to tighten the bonds and strode off. I heard his car start and leave before I had manage to get even half the tension off the ropes and it was another 15 minutes before I could reach the knife to cut myself free. By the time I had gotten free, removed the butt plug and composed myself he was long gone and his seed was doing it's work. It was some weeks before I was brave enough to venture back into the chat room where I had first crossed his path, but having gotten over a viral illness I was feeling horny again. He refused to answer any of my messages unless I called him master and denied that he had even been there that night. He said he got a flat tyre on the way and never made it. It must have been someone else that I encountered, as it was a common cruising spot. Needless to say I now know the meaning of his tattoo.

I've been with guys who just stop wanting sex the second they cum. For me, no way, my hole and prostate feel great the whole time a guy is fucking me and I have never wanted a top to stop. Doesn't matter if I've cum or not, my hole still loves it. The first guy who fucked me bare, when he pulled out I wrapped my legs around him and guided him back in. Second time he pulled out I guided him in me again and wrapped my legs tight around him. I just wanted to keep feeling his hard dick in me.

I agree @hntnhole. This is perhaps the simplest election so far. Do we continue as a democracy honoring our well crafted and able to be amended constitution? Or do we chuck it all (including every property right we have) and start over with an Orange King (Dictator)? As imperfect as our government is; it works for most of the population most of the time. Presently we are broken with our severely divided politics; with the R side building a platform on false information and more base human instincts. We can do better and I for one truly hope we do. While I would prefer a new generation of President; now doesn't seem to be the time. I miss the GOP though; at a time it provided a good check and balance. I hope we can return to that....

Cute looking Latino dude was the masus. Told him hey just fyi if I get aroused ignore it. He said no prob lots of guys do. I think he might have took that as a challenge tho. I wasn’t even trying to do anything but relax and hopefully the knot in my shoulder worked on a bit. He definitely rubbed against my hole and dick a few times and had me solid about 30min into it. I told him not to start anything he won’t finish. I felt him slide his finger in my hole a couple of times and I warned him again. When I looked up I noticed he was trying to hide his own boner with the table. Told him he saw mine only right if I see his. He said he has to keep it professional. I asked him if fingering his customers is professional? He eventually pulled it out thick about 8 in dick precumming. I sucked him he sucked me. He ended up sliding inside me then I bent him over the table. He ended up filling me up and i returned the favor. Definitely 5 star deep tissue massage!

Yup! Once I nut my hole is tight as a vice and my prostate is throbbing, feels great but I've got a submissive / pain kink. With a couple of fuck buddies, they'll have me rub one out during foreplay before they even slide a dick in me. With other tops I always try to blow a load while he's got his cock in me because they like the milking my hole gives as I shoot and I like to feel them rubbing my prostate after I nut.

I looked over and saw Jack smiling. "Looks like your ready for mine now boy" I muttered something about thinking he was to big but Jacks smile just widened. As I was about to object I suddenly found myself with a second cock to clean off and that little brown bottle back under my nose. My thoughts where soon forgotten as once again found myself lost in the moment. Now having two cocks to suck started to steal my attention that was u til I felt it. I tensed up as the spike on the end of that huge beer can sized cock starter getting rubbed across my hole "don't worry boy you might even enjoy this as well" With that he bagan pushing his cock into my now sloppy and we'll fucked hole. Even with the daze from the little brown bottle the pain was Intense I moaned out but the cocks in my mouth muffled any real noise coming out of my mouth. Jack continued to push and finally I felt myself accept the head of his cock and him enter me. I thought to myself providing he goes slow and gives me a chance here perhaps this won't hurt to much after all. How wrong I was as soon as he entered me he pulled out fully before slamming his cock back in once again this continued on and on for a while and with each thrust I could feel that metal spike stabbing inside. "that's it boy let me open that cunt let me see how ready you are for this seed." He pulled his cock out fully and laughed "fuck that's some blood on there boy looks like my boys are definitely gonna take hold of you" with that he slammed back in and begun a fresh assault. We fu ked like this for a while before he pulled out again and instructed me to bend over. As I got up I noticed the small puddle beneath my ass what looked like a mixture of cum and blood was steadily leaking from my hole. I bent over unsure how much more of this I could take but also knowing that Jack cock had begun to feel pretty amazing inside of me. I bent over and presented my ass to Jack and even held my cheeks apart to give him better access "we'll done boy I knew you was a pig when I saw you across the room" With that he thrust his cock back into me in one swift motion he was balls deep I cried out but his pace didn't slow. "that's it boy you feel that cock inside you you feel it working that cunt open you feel my metal opening you up getting you ready to take this dirty fucking load in your cunt. You want this load boy" "yes" I cried "yes what boy" "yes I want your load please" unsure how much more of this I could take I got louder and louder hoping to egg him on enough to cum "please please fuck this hole breed my cunt open me up just please fucking cum in me" "I knew you was a fucking pig first time in the bath house and you've already taken two loads in your cunt and now begging for a third" He slowed his pace down and whispered in my ear "this cunts mine now boy just like Matt and Daves and when the times right your get your ink just the same as them" I couldn't speak all I could do was continue to moan "this is it boy" Somehow he managed to speed up until he was fucking me ever harder then before. "take my load boy take my fucking load and become my cunt" Everything felt like it slowed down as I was totally overwhelmed with the feeling of his cock growing thicker and thicker then it exploded and jet after jet of cum filled my aching hole. "that's it boy take it all" It felt like it would never end but eventually I came back down all I could manage to say was fuck. "fuck fuck fuck" Eventually I regained some compusure "fucking hell that was something else" I spat out Dave barely even out of breath just smiled "you did good for a first timer generally the newbies never wanna play with us Poz guys so was nice to have some fresh meat. " sorry what do you mean" I asked confused He pointed to his scorpion tattoo and then at the two chemical symbols "the ink is a way of saying we are poz as in hiv well those two at least I've been off my meds for 2 years and am pretty much full blown Aids now surely you knew what the ink means" he smiled "Matt tested poz shortly after I first fucked him a year or so back and Dave 6 months ago neither have started meds yet so are almost as potent as me" I was speechless I couldn't move couldn't talk just totally frozen and to make it worse he was still fucking smiling and I'm sure that was pride on his face while talking about the other two. "don't worry think of it this way now you never have to worry about catching it" he looked down at his cock still as huge as before but now covered in a mixture of cum and my blood and smile again. "go home sleep have a shower and get some sleep you're gonna feel like shit in a week or two but after that come back and see us maybe we can even go and get you a nice tattoo in a month or so. I turned my back and slowly walked out of the room I looked back once and saw the three of them laughing before Matt bent over and offered his hole up once again for the other two. Slowly I made my way back down to the lockers and got dressed as I made my way out of the building the guy on the counter said something to me but he may as well of been talking to the wall for all I heard. The drive home was slow all I could think about was what they told me. How could I be so stupid not only did I play without a condom but I let 3 different men all with hiv cum in my ass and yet my cock had never been so hard and it dawned on me that I hadn't even cum myself I'd been a total bottom only used for their pleasure and didn't even get to cum. I walked through the door at gone 3am Jane who should of been asleep hours ago was wide awake in our bed. "how was Chris's leaving party" she asked she saw how pale I was "christ have you drunk so much you've been sick again" "no just tired and not feeling myself" She got up "perhaps this will make you feel better" with that she bent over the bed and invited me to join her "why not remind me how that dick feels before you go to sleep" and with that I proceeded to shoot my last Negative load inside my wife while the cum of three men and my blood dripped out of my ass. Three weeks later just as he said I felt like I'd been hit by a train it lasted a few weeks I lost over a stone in weight and was bed ridden the majority of the time. Then a test confirmed it I had HIV Hope you guys all enjoyed this. Its only my second attempt at writing and first at anything this long so apologies if its a little all over the place. Be sure to let me know what you think all feedback is appreciated

Sorry for the delay forgot about the posts per day limit With his cock down my throat I've no choice but to continue sniffing the bottle suddenly the pressure gives way and Im overwhelmed with the feeling of a cock working its way inside me for the first time. Instinctively I lift my head up suddenly and feel the spike on the other tops cock scrape the inside of my mouth. I look up at him my eyes full of lust as I am overwhelmed by all the new feelings I'm experiencing. "don't worry it won't be long until I can get this monster in your cunt and you can really find out how it feels to be fucked." with that he ploughed his cock straight back into the hole of the bottom underneath me. He fucked him hard and deep for a few moments before pulling back out and pointing it towards my mouth. For the first time I saw some of the damage the spike inflicted on the bottom. The tip of the spike and his shaft had streaks of blood on them. Figuring I didn't notice the first time and still heavily under the Influence of lust and that magic little bottle I took his cock back into my mouth. As he proceeded to alternate between fucking my throat and fucking the bottoms ass. Meanwhile behind me my new friend was slowly working his average sized cock in and out of me and building a steady rhythm. "dam that cunt feels tight. This isn't your first time is it?" I managed to pant out a yes in between sealling cock "fuck we got a virgin here and he's already becoming as much of a whore as the rest of us. He'll be ready for you in no time Jack" the man who's cock I'd been sucking for what felt like forever smiled "we'll let him take Matts first before he gets to me. He's been such a good bottom tongight it's only fair he gets a turn don't you think Dave?" "sure I'm not gonna last much longer in here anyway" Jack chuckled as I wondered how I'd got this far and have only just learned their names I quickly realised I didn't care though. I was in heaven. Dave was now attacking my hole with everything he had "you ready for this load pig you ready to feel my cock explode inside you." I couldn't speak as Jacks cock was wedged firmly down my thoart at this point. All I could do was grunt which Dave took for consent as I felt his cock start to swell up inside me "that's it boy take this load, milk that dirty load out of my cock and become a proper pig show me what you where made for" just then two things happened. For the first time in my life I felt another man cum inside me I felt his cock swell up and I felt it shoot load after load of cum inside me. Secondly I passed out.

I felt a hand on my back pushing me to bend over and before I knew it I felt a tongue running over my asshole and sending shivers through my entire being I moaned as I felt his tongue working its way deeper and deeper inside my ass. Here I was a naive curious guy who finally plucked up the courage to enter a sauna and maybe see if I wanted to take it further. Now in the middle of a room in a 69 position with a total stranger watching his hole get wrecked by a beer can cock while another guy eats my ass and all I can think about is how much I want to try sucking the cock of the guy underneath me. I lean further forward as somehow the guy behind me manages to snake his tongue even further into me. The top in front of me holds the little brown bottle underneath my nose and I'm consumed once again in lust. I take the bottoms cock in my mouth surprised by the lack of a gag reflex and take his length down my throat. I do this for a minute or two before the top lifts my head puts the bottle back under my nose and tells me to inhale deep. I do as instructed just as I exhale he pulls his beer can cock out of the bottom and tells me to swallow his cock. I Swallow all I can but he continues to push further down my throat yet still my gag reflex is non existent. As he continues to pound my throat I suddenly notice the lack of tongue on my ass and moan. Then the tongue is replaced by a new feeling as I suddenly realise that the guy who bought to the circle is lining his cock up and getting ready to fuck me. I reach back to see if he has a condom on which I'm pretty sure he won't. Before my arm touches him the top in front of me tells. to just relax and keep breathing deeply while still holding that little brown bottle under my nose. With his cock down my throat I've no choice but to continue sniffing the bottle suddenly the pressure gives way and Im overwhelmed with the feeling of a cock working its way inside me for the first time.

As he was fucking one bottom he pulled out for the second to suck his cock when I saw three things that shocked me. Firstly he wasn't wearing a condom secondly he had what looked like a metal spike coming out of the tip of his cock and and third his cock was fucking huge. How the bottoms managed to take that I had no idea. As I was wondering this I noticed the top look up at me smile and invite me to come closer. "fuck it" I thought it can't do any harm to have a look up close and plus Im Intrigued as to what that piercing is. I made my way over to the middle of the room and the bottom not getting fucked stood up and walked towards me. Seeing his chest for the first time I noticed a he also had a tattoo but his was just below his belly button and seemed to resemble a sign id seen on some of the chemicals we kept at work. I thought nothing of it having never really understood the point ot tattoos anyway. I also noticed that while I'd only seen him bottom he also had a impressive cock himself. "hey buddy first time" he asked smiling. "yes first time doing anything like this" he spotted the ring on my finger and his smile widened "don't worry your not the first and I'm sure you won't be the last guy looking for abit on the side while the wife's at home" he moved closer and pulled me in towards him having previously had no experience with other men other then the porn I'd watched for years suddenly I found myself with a extremely skinny guy with sunken eyes putting his tongue in my mouth. My cock grew harder in an instant as I felt my urges take over and responded to his kiss. He run his hand down my chest before sliding it underneath the towel and grabbing my cock. I thought for sure I was going to explode there and then at his touch but somehow I kept it together. "that's a nice cock you have there" he took my hand and guided it down to his and for the first time I wrapped my hand around another man's cock. "thank" I barely whispered. "relax buddy and come down here and join us" He moved back into the middle where the other two had now changed position and was on his back taking a brutal fucking from the other guys monster cock. I noticed he also had the same tattoo but his was just above his left pec. Just as curiosity got the better of me and I was about to ask my new friend had his tongue back in my mouth kissing me even more deeply than before. He broke the kiss and moved me closer to the bottoms head so that my cock was now hanging above his face. The second he saw it hanging there the bottom reached for it and took me into his mouth and proceeded to suck my cock in way I didn't know possible. I looked down mesmerised as I watched the monster cock pistoning in and out of the bottom who now had my cock in his mouth. The top smiled and pulled me into a kiss this one far more forceful then the previous one. My mind was consumed by all these feelings however I still had my wits about me and wasn't going to let things get to carried away. The first bottom now handed me a small brown bottle and told me to sniff. "sorry I don't do drugs" I responded. He laughed "don't worry these are poppers and are perfectly legal I bought them just this afternoon from the shop down the road. No more illegal then ciggarettes or alcohol" I hesitantly took the small bottle from his hand and had a small sniff. "cover one nose nostril and breathe deep l" the top encouraged. I done as suggested and suddenly felt a heat run through my whole body as my heart rate increased and all the blood seemed to flow straight down to my cock which was still receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. I felt a hand on my back pushing me to bend over and before I knew it I felt a tongue running over my asshole and sending shivers through my entire being

As someone relatively new to fisting (only twice w/ small-medium hand) I love how it changed me. I am permanently looser than ever. And of course want to get stretched even wider.

One of my most satisfying pozzings was with one of those damned invasive sex-police. You remember - those guys would walk around the bar, eavesdropping on conversations and then telling the men what they should and should not do. When a ran into this particular bastard and he presumed to insert himself into a conversation I was having with a prospective sex partner, I controlled myself and made a mental note to prepare myself for the next time I saw him. Scarcely a week later around 10:00 P.M. I was at my usual stool at the bar and I noticed him gliding around the bar pulling his shit. Fortunately I was positioned right next to the beer tap and consequently was in the perfect position to schmooze him when he came up for a refill. I got really chummy with him: told him how I was neg, fully supported his point of view, etc. etc. Even pointed out the safety pin clipped to my jeans. Ended up with an invitation back to his place. He wasn't bad looking, but I suspected hadn't been laid in a while because he was so politically obnoxious. Took no time to get both our clothes off, but he insisted that we had to wear condoms just for sucking each other’s dick. Man, I really had to fight my gag reflex when I tasted that damned latex. Anyway, finally got him all hot and bothered, then telling him that, as we were both neg, I wanted to fuck. He was hesitant, but I lay down on my belly, and told him he could do me first. So, true to his convictions, he pulled off the condom he had on, slipped on another new one, greased up my ass, and slowly slid in. Didn't take him long to orgasm, and in fact he pulled out before he shot even though he had on a damned condom. On my turn, he insisted that I, too, put on fresh condom, and I did so in front of him. I was going to anyway, as I had some specially doctored ones in my pocket. Claiming a hypersensitivity to the brand of condom he offered, I deftly pulled a doctored (yet ostensibly still sealed) rubber out of the packaging and rolled it onto my dick. He never even noticed the razor slit in the end. He wanted us to fuck face-to-face, but I said I preferred him on his belly. I climbed on top, and pressed my dickhead again his asshole. He suddenly whipped his hand around behind him, feeling the condom on my dick to reassure himself all was 100% safe. I thrust into him much faster than he had me, and I could feel the condom rip open and slide up my dick like a sleeve as I did. Essentially although there was latex from the base of my cock down to his sphincter, from there on my cock was 100% bare. I fucked him as long as I was capable to ensure that the lining of his asshole would be torn-up and some capillaries broken. Finally, I was ready. I fucked him very fast and hard, then diving as deeply in as my 7" would reach, and shot my load. Whenever I'm pozzing a guy, the orgasm I have is incredible - I feel it from my toes all the way to my finger-tips, and it seems to go on and on and on while I shoot one long charged rope after another into the his hole. With this guy though, it seemed even more intense. Guess it was the success of pozzing someone I despised. As soon as my orgasm finished, I pulled out of him, and made a bee-line for his bathroom. I yanked off the torn condom, dropped it in the toilet along with a piece of toilet tissue to cover it, then sat down and pissed & shit into the toilet. He walked into the bathroom as I was getting up, but all he could see was a small part of the condom. Two months later I read in the local rag that he had resigned from the AIDS Awareness group because of ‘personal reasons’. I snickered with pleasure and got a raging hard-on because I knew exactly what those ‘personal reasons’ were.

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

I liked reconnecting with Jason, the high school quarterback I caught fucking my first boyfriend. I had seen him a few more times at bars, clubs, parties, bathhouses. He was always getting fucked. I mean, so was I, but it seemed like he never stopped fucking. As the months wore on, I got busier at work and then spent the summer teaching remedial courses for extra cash. I wasn't going out much then, but I was on the apps and adam4adam. I was getting fucked regularly. When I saw Jason again, the gorgeous football player was gaunt and haggard. I ran into him at a bathhouse and was just stunned when he stopped me to say hi. We got fucked and bred next to each other in the hallway by two frat boys. I was looking at Jason as we got fucked bareback and bred. He was still incredibly attractive, but that was all covered over by a layer of "worn out." I went home that night and told myself that I had to slow down. I'd ruin my chances of getting a boyfriend if everyone could have me so easily. I'd also end up looking so tired and "worn out." That was not my path. I decided. Then Grindr hit in 2009. I was hooked. I was on it regularly and my ass was getting pumped full of a lot of guys' cum. Condoms were almost cliche with my hookups, only some of them even mentioned using one. I didn't even really need to go to Manhattan to hit the bars. I liked to go to Manhattan though and turn on Grindr. I'd be getting nailed pretty quickly. This app was amazing. So many horny hot guys. I started in a new school in Queens during the Fall 2009. It was really difficult. I was making progress with the class over time though. It just took so much effort that I didn't really have time for anything else - including Grindr. I got fucked maybe once a month all during the school year and summer(taught remedial again). That was not enough. My hole was twitchy. It needed cock. And, I knew deep down, it needed cum. When I looked up from work in Fall 2010, it seemed like the world had changed. Marriage Equality was coming! It hadn't happened in NY yet, but we all knew it would. It seemed like guys couldn't wait though and were going to other states to get hitched. I saw Facebook photos, received wedding invitations, and generally thought I was so disconnected from it all. Guys I met in college. Couples I fucked around with. Guys I'd seen for years in the bathhouses and at parties. Guys that just met for the first time. All getting married. That's when it hit me. I hadn't even been asked on a date in 6 years. 6 years! I was stunned. I'd had hundreds of sex partners in that time, but no dates. My depression worsened and I was starting to have trouble leaving the house. Sara, my previous roommate now dating my brother, got me to see a doctor and get on drugs. It took a few months, but I was starting to feel better again. It helped to walk the city at night and take the train. Not sure why, but being in the lively city helped me feel more alive. On one of my walks, I ran into Steve. It was so good to see him. We hugged in the middle of the street and talked for an hour without moving. Steve is great! He has a good job, is well adjusted, dating a guy (not seriously). We decided to grab a drink. One drink turned into a full night of dancing shirtless. It was so much fun. Steve texted me the next day and asked if I want to go to a party he heard about - Under 35 Only, Exclusive Party. It was held in an unfinished loft style building on the West Side. The place is fitted out for the party, rooms separated by curtains and sheer drapery, couches, tables, bars. It was dimly lit. Guys had to strip to their underwear to gain entrance. There was a flat $100 fee, but liquor was free inside. I looked around and all the guys were young and gorgeous. I was hesitant at first because I felt really fat compared to these guys. Steve stepped in and said, "Fuck man. You are as hot as I remember. When did you start wearing jockstraps?" He winked at me and we went for drinks. He made me feel more confident. We were in line for drinks and I saw my old roommate John. I was happy to see him. He looked great and twinky as ever. So cute. I introduced John and Steve. We all hung out for our first round and then split up to look for guys to fuck. The crowd was starting to make out and fuck around. My hole was ready. I needed to get fucked tonight. A muscle guy stopped me and we chatted for a bit. I leaned in and felt his chest and he felt my ass. He kissed me. We made out for awhile. Then he turned me around. He felt my ass. He said, "Are you a bottom?" I said I was. He said, "Good." He rubbed against my back and pulled my hand back to rub his cock. It was a good cock. I stroked him and pushed his briefs down to get his cock out. He said, "Get it wet." I turned around and got on my knees. I looked around briefly and guys were having sex all over the place. I took his cock in my mouth. He was trimmed and freshly showered. He tasted really good. I sucked on him for about 5 minutes before he pulled me up and turned me around. He rubbed up on my back and lowered himself to his knees. He spread my ass and jammed his tongue in my hole. He tongue fucked me for a bit and ate my ass. He slid up my body again, feeling me the entire time. His cock resting on my ass. He spit in his hand a few times and wet his cock. He pointed it at my hole and pushed. I pushed back and his head popped in. As he slipped inside me further he whispered, "I'm in you raw. Do you want me to use a condom?" I moaned and pushed back some more. I said, "No. It feels good like this." That's when he slid all the way in. We didn't say anything else to each other until the end when he was fucking me with short strokes really quickly. He whispered, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I softly replied, "Do it. Cum in me." He did. His cum felt good and warm. I smiled. He turned me around again, pulled my jockstrap down and sucked my cock. That felt really good too. I was on edge and going to cum in his mouth soon. I looked around and saw bottom boy John getting nailed hard by a short redhead. He was going to town on John's ass and John was clearly loving it. He had his hands pressed against the wall and was moving his ass in rhythm with the redhead's cock. As I watched, I got a bit distracted and realized I wasn't going to cum so quickly anymore. I put my hand on my top's head and turned my attention back to him. I was getting close again when I heard John say, "Yeah, fill me up." Safe-sex only John. Always condoms John. Good boy John. Going to study AIDS John. Always warning me about unprotected sex John. There was a guy pulling his cock out of John's ass and his cock was bare. No condom. I had just seen John take a load from a dude he didn't know. Fuck that was so hot! I came in my top's mouth and he swallowed my load. My top and I hung for a bit, but then parted ways. I couldn't find John, but did find Steve. Steve had just fucked a cute black guy. Steve said, "Let's go to my place and fuck. I want your ass." We went to Steve's place. We hung out, he fucked me bareback, bred me, made me beg for his cum, and we slept. We woke up in the morning, fucked again and again and again. I really liked Steve. Steve and I started dating that day. We were pretty inseparable. It was really a good time being with him. I didn't feel the same way about Steve that I felt about Eli, Justin or Connor. It wasn't a burning passion. It was more comfortable and easier. I liked Steve.