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So the other day I hooked up with a guy from Grindr. Typical conversation ’Sup’, ‘You Lookin?’, ‘Ass Pics?’, then a location sent. I was on my way after seeing his pics. About 6’2 muscular but not super bulky and a nice thick 8.5-9” cock. I get to his place and once inside we start making out groping each other. Usually I get a little small talk before getting down to business but this guy clearly needed to fuck. No names no conversation just animalistic lust, which I fully enjoyed. He pushed me down to my knees and I pull down his pants revealing the beautiful cock getting hard right in my face. I start sucking him all the way down giving him the full deep throat experience. I suck him for awhile before he pulls me up and onto his bed. He strips me naked and flips me on my stomach with my ass in the air and he begins eating my hole. And this guys tongue was thick and long like his cock, it felt like I had 5” of tongue wiggling around in my hole, it was amazing! He pulls his mouth away spits on my hole and starts sliding his 8.5” cock inside me. We hadn’t talked about raw but I had a feeling he would want to and since he didn’t say anything I certainly wasn’t gonna lol. He gave a few slow strokes before he really starts pounding away. It wasn’t until he fully mounted me that I put my hands back on his ankles to hold onto him that I felt a little box, I looked down and realized it was an ankle monitor. Which was a first for me and somehow made the whole thing a little hotter lol. After about 20 min of fucking I’m pressed into the mattress with him on top of me when he says he’s gonna cum I tell him to “Breed me” and he says “Yeah here cums another load” I asked if already bred me and he said “About 10 mins ago”. Then he rammed his cock balls deep and bred me. As he was balls deep inside me someone started knocking on his front door. He pulled out and told me to wait in the bathroom. I’m waiting naked in the bathroom for like 5min before he finally comes back and gets me. I go back into the bedroom and there’s another guy standing in the room. I don’t know what to think at first then the new guy starts to unbuckle his pants and I know where this is going and I return to my slut mode and get on my knees and start removing his pants. I’ve never met this guy before and we haven’t spoke but I was about to blow him. He was around 6’ and skinny with some muscle. I start sucking him feeling his cock grow in my mouth. When the host moves us all to the bed with the new guy laying on his back I’m positioned between his legs and the host climbs back on top of me and shoves his cock inside me and resumes his fucking like nothing happened. I’m moaning around the new guys cock as it grows to about 9”. I take a breath and admire this new cock when the host starts blowing the new guy as he continues to fuck me. We switch off blowing the new guy for a bit till the host pulls out and tells me to ride the new guy. I don’t hesitate I get up and sit on the new guys raw cock all the way down reverse cowgirl. Facing away from him just seemed right keeping with the anonymity. After riding him for about 15 mins he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him and says “Take that load slut”. He pumps in me a few times before he pushes me off and the host pulls me onto his cock and starts rabbit fucking me hard making me moan until the new guy puts his cock in my mouth. I hear the host say “ I love a sloppy slut hole” “ You ready for another load” I say “Fuck yeah!, Breed me, fill me up” he slams deep and unloads in me as he’s making out with the new guy. He pulls out and I turn around and clean his cock then he and the new guy start getting dressed so I got dressed and thanked them both and left. On the drive home I kept thinking about the 3 loads from my ankle monitor host and the 4th load I got from someone my host probably knew, but maybe he didn’t and just didn’t mind sharing me. I wouldn’t have changed anything though getting those loads was so hot. I rode my dildo when I got home working their loads deeper in me as I jerked myself till I came. I hope to meet up with him again and see what other surprise guests show up.

A sharp hissing sound filled the room before the scent of the burning flesh. The rod I held in my kevlar covered right hand pressed onto Brandon's back for not more than a minute. He gasped before the crescendo of cries came, clearly in agony. His eyes however were gleaming in a sort of accomplishment I has once recognized as my own. I know he would go far in the Brotherhood. It's not often that I get hard this long when it comes to new members. Perhaps 2 or 3 initiates have lingered behind my mind throughout the years. Though my recollection of them is now foggy, the intoxicating times that we spent were crystal clear. Brandon definitely deserved to be in that memory chest. I clasped both my hands onto Brandon's back with a wet rag in between to soothe the scar in a straddle. He arched as hard as he could to offer his pulsating hole up to my stiff cock, engulfing the tip of it with a squeeze that yielded me to sink the rest of my shaft into the newly made cunt. I collapsed onto his back with my legs locked onto his with my hands still held on his neck. Skin to skin, we were attached with my long hard erection enveloped within him whole. I made no movement. I was confident that there's more to unravel with this cunt. Brandon showed no signs of slowing down. Still bounded and in heavy huffs, he arched himself up and down. He gyrated himself onto me as my limps clasped onto his tightly. My charged shaft was being stroked from his movements, slowly milking my precum. Though I remained still, it took an enormous mental strength to hold myself from releasing my sacred seed. It wasn't time. We were in this rhythm for almost 20 minutes. I whispered encouragements to him, observing his facial expression with eyes devoid of the person I first saw hours ago. He had been reborn. No more signs of hesitation or uncertainty, his glimmering pupils expanded, showing zero doubt. They contained a look of unwavering dedication to the Brotherhood. My work was almost done. The sweat radiating from both our bodies lessen the friction of my clasp. The more Brandon's back rise up to thrust, the loser my grasp got. It was my turn to take over. I finally threw the rag off to hold his arms wider before sinking down to him with my legs doing the same. He was quick to follow my straddling as a sign to stay still. I reached onto the knots at the edge of the bed with my hands and feet in a pull, tightening the restraints to fully immobilize him. Bodies no longer locked, I stood above to view him again. Here lies a a maverick, in its truest sense who has finally ascended. There was something satisfying in seeing him struggling to move. "Please fuck me again, please I know it's not over yet. Please please" Even his arch failed. Only his fingers and toes wiggled. I leaned down to shut him up with a gag. After closing the loop behind his head, I noticed the outline of his scar forming, compelling me to leave a kiss & a smooch that made Brandon screech. Thanks to the gag, drool poured out from his mouth. I swiftly cupped some of it as a secondary lube to stroke my hard on. Other The final act was about to commence. Rather than putting my weight onto him, I began to squat on his lower back, faced down to his glistening upper back. My cock twitched every time I stare at the insignia scar. I lowered myself down, supporting myself with both arms on the bed before bulldogging into Brandon. I couldn't spare any more time. Dawn was approaching soon. His cunt was warmer than before. It slushed my precum that I cupped to feed Brandon with his wide mouth. I yanked the gag off to let him relish my cum coated palm. I also needed to hear that pleading voice to send me in overdrive. It didn't take long for me to reach it when the moans vocalized itself. Something I failed to mention was how deep Brandon's voice was. It was the most masculine part bout him. The depth of his pitch resonated my eardrums in harmony. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever felt this kind of chemistry with anyone. What a cunt. I assure you that your commitment will be merited. Lose yourself, bitch, don't be shy" My pace increased with his moans. If it weren't for the Brotherhood, I wouldn't have learnt the methods and ways I could achieve pleasure. I wouldn't be able to practice nor promote the progeny required. These were lessons for a special group of men to follow. For instance, it teaches how to remain at the point of no return and why it is important. I was 20 minutes in Brandon. I starred at his eyes while I thrusts into him. Still spun, his ass was no longer tight. Was he to become normal, like the rest?

Part 6 Horse and M showered with me and then gave me a few very full and deep enemas. Between the discomfort and the embarrassment of that, I wasn't really sure what was in store for me. I ached from the bruises all over my body, but my hole didn't hurt, so at least that hadn't been abused....yet. After the shower and enemas, M put a mask or hood over my head. I didn't cover my entire head, just the upper half, but it wasn't like a sleep blindfold either. I was weird, to be honest. I felt soft leather and something very hard go around my neck. "This is your collar, boy." That was Horse. "I'm going to lock this with an allen key, and all you need to know is that no one is taking this off you." I shivered at the thought because if nothing else, I was definitely coming to understand that I would not be leaving this place. With the collar locked in place and sitting very heavy around my neck, I heard and felt something clipped to the front of the collar. The tug told me it was a leash and I started to blindly stumble after it. As M or Horse led me out of the bathroom, the other was close behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Prez said it before, but I'm telling you again, you don't have a safe word here." This was M in my ear. "You have one purpose here and that's the take or do anything one of us tell you. Prez's word is law, so what he says goes, no matter what. Then it's me and Horse - we're your handlers so our word is law. Then there's anyone else wearing our cut - their word is law. Now, here's what's important for you to know: you can't say no. So if a brother tells you to do something, and it goes against something Prez or Horse or me as told you, then you've got a choice. And it's the only choice you'll ever have in this place. You have to choose which one you obey. And that means you're also choosing which one punishes you. You feel me, pretty thing?" I was fucked. There was no way to wrap my head around this. I was shivering with nerves as we walked through a door. Immediately I could sense it was a wide open space, and it was filled with people. I got catcalls and whistles and heard names like "cum bucket" and "faggot hole" yelled out. Horse tugged on the leash again and I walked forward. Hands touched me, slapped my ass, and one reached out and slapped my balls so hard my knees buckled. Horse didn't stop and I jerked forward trying to stay on my feet while I struggled with that sharp pain that shot up my stomach. We stopped and I stepped right into Horse's back. M caught my shoulders and kept me standing. "Let's get you in place." Horse moved me in front of him and turned me to face him. "Step back 3 steps." I did as I was told. The noise was still going on around me but it was muted, felt like it was drifting off. Horse and M's hands were positioning my arms and legs and pushed me against something padded - I felt it along my back. Restraints were placed around my chest and waist. I felt padded...somethings...get strapped around my thighs. I had no idea what I was getting strapped into. It felt both like a chair and not a chair, since I had nothing to sit on. My arms were secured similarly. "I hope you like your new chair, faggot." This was the Prez in front of me. "We had this specially built, not necessarily for you really, but whoever was lucky enough to end up in our hands." I could hear the sneer in the way he said lucky. "Now, with you all strapped in, let me demonstrate a little here." And demonstrate he did. With some adjustments, I felt the entire contraption come off the wall and dangle me there. He pulled it more and I felt myself be floated out away from the wall. I was left hanging there, trussed up in a floating semi-chair. Prez made some more adjustments and pulled my thighs apart and up, basically leaving me like a suspending frog - with my cock and balls and hole completely exposed and absolutely no way to protect myself. With another adjustment, my knees were pulled up and I tipped back, almost into a sling position. Another adjustment and my arms were stretched out and locked out like on a cross. I hadn't seen this thing, but whatever it was was complicated as hell and my mind raced with how I'd look to anyone seeing me. "What do you think men? You like what I've bought us to play with?" Prez wasn't addressing me, that was for sure. And the sound of noise from the room definitely brought my mind back to the position I was in. The yells, whistles, and pounding on the tables were overwhelming. I was shaking with fear as much as the restrains would allow me. "Now, tonight is claiming. Everyone fucking one of you men need to breed this faggot. And yes, I know most of you aren't into men like that, but this doesn't fucking matter to me. What matters is your load ends up in his cunt. This is for us, to bond, and for this pretty slut to be marked by everyone of us. Now, let me tell you the rules." I was lost in fear. I had no idea how many people were in that room, but it wasn't just 4 or 5. There could've been 10 or 50, and I had no real idea. "Rule 1: you breed this cunt, at least once, and then you use the marker to put your initials across his chest. I WILL make sure in the morning that every one of you has marked him. Rule 2: No hitting or slapping. We already worked him over good on his first night as ours, and I'm not sending him to a hospital. You'll be able to do that once things have settled down. Rule 3: whatever you want to do with his cunt is fine by me. I don't care, and he ain't gonna tell you 'no'. The only caveat to that is, if you break him, tear him to the point of bleeding or whatnot, anyone that hasn't fucked him is going to be fucking the one who broke him. So, keep his hole able to accept all of us, or yours will. Now, any questions?" I was in full blown panic mode. "Please, no....don't...please, I don't want this, please no." Someone clamped their hand over my mouth and I tried to trash my head out from under it. I had two more hands come and pin my head. It was Horse who growled in my ear "shut the fuck up and accept this, or else, I'll take you out back now. And you don't want to go out back, trust me." I was crying and could feel the tears under the mask and starting to slide down my cheeks. "Fine, let's get him started.....gentleman, if you please, let's get him flying". I felt more people around me and then tight bands placed over my biceps. Horse again told me to "stay still", and I did as best I could. I felt the cool swipe of an alcohol pad in my elbows and then two pricks. A moment later, Horse let go of my head and M, I assumed, removed his hand from my mouth. Just then both bands released from my biceps and I was flooded with heat. The metallic chemical taste in my throat has me coughing up a storm and my body felt on fire. I felt a flush rush up my body and then back down to my cock and balls, and into my ass. I was shaking in this trussed up thing and I heard, vaguely through the ringing in my ears laughter from around the room. After a few minutes, I could catch my breath and when I settled, I felt and heard Horse back in front of me "open wide, cunt, you won't need your mouth tonight." With that he shoved in a plug into my mouth and secured it around my head. I hung there, body feeling like I had flames under my skin, my hole was clenching and unclenching like it was missing something. I felt someone in front of me, "Let's truss up this little faggot cock n balls. Won't be no need for these tonight." I felt a string or rope wrap around my tight balls. Whoever pulled them out away from my body and squeezed them painfully. I tried to escape - I moaned in pain around the gag in my mouth, but my brain couldn't process if this was pleasure or genuine pain. "Oh, hear that men....this fucker liked that!" He squeezed them harder again and pulled on them more. He released it. Then he squeezed again, "Let's count boys....1....2...." and then other voices joined in, with each new number, slowly counting up, he tightened the squeeze on my nuts. By 12, I was in so much pain I was wailing behind the gag. By 15, I couldn't even do that, and then he finally let go. I was breathing through my nose, and all the snot and tears like I'd run a marathon. And the laughter and catcalls floated around me. I felt my balls get finally wrapped up in the rope and it wrapped around my soft cock, and the wrap was tight and painful, but still a blessing from the ball crushing pain I'd endured just moments before. Someone was behind me and I felt a small hose slide inside my ass....I felt the wet gush of something and felt it pulse and soak my insides three or four times. I was still so sensitive I tried to wiggle my ass to get more sensation in my hole, but the bands and restraints wouldn't let me move...much. "Look at this...fucking faggot is so turned on he's trying to grind down on the lube gun!" A chorus of laughter went up. And then everyone stepped away. I hung there, body on fire with sensation - my hole was so desperate, my nuts were still on fire, cool air from the room was licking my skin. I could feel the lube running out of my ass. "Already puddling on the floor...imagine how much of that will be cum puddled under him come morning." This was the Prez....his voice was close, and somehow I could sense him walking around me. I was hoisted higher up and then tilted back a bit more. I felt a hot cock at my hole and while my brain wasn't wanting this, my hole was eager for it. I felt it almost "mouthing" at the cock just outside. I heard Prez, I assumed he was going first, messing around with the mechanisms above me and suddenly, I dropped. As I did, his cock bored inside my hole, feeling like it was on fire, and stopped suddenly, bouncing slightly with his cock still inside. I realized briefly that not only was I suspended, but it was on a fucking spring. Chuckling, the Prez gripped the straps across my check and pulled down, bringing me down until his cock was buried to his balls. My hole was on fire, not used to the sudden invasion, but the drugs in my system also made my hole crave more. I could feel the muscles rippling inside my ass as I bounced and slid off his cock and then was yanked back down again. Over and over....my mind drifted away...I could feel the intense pain/pleasure coming from my hole as I floated and bounced on the Prez's cock. I was brought back as I had a flush pass through me coming from my ass and felt myself clinching around him. I heard him chuckle "such a fucking hole, already had a cunt orgasm from his first fuck of the night. He's going to be so fucking ruined!" After a few more thrusts, he pulled me down, yelled and grunted and I could feel his cum filling and coating me. After a minute, he pulled out, and I felt fingers sliding inside me....then it was Horse's voice in my ear, "now let's really get you open". With that, he jerked up and pulled down and buried himself inside. I felt his cock immediately punch through my second hole and I yelped around the gag in my mouth. And he kept going. I don't know how big Horse is, but it didn't take long for my addled brain to realize he'd earned his name honestly. He set up a brutal pace and mixed things up...sometimes he went deep and then just let me up enough so he could just fuck my second hold...other times he's let me bounce up high enough that I'd almost slip off him and then he'd yank me back down filling me balls deep. I floated away again and eventually heard him growl and grunt and felt him blast his load inside me. While still inside me I felt him mark my chest. And then he slipped out. "Grab that and plug him up for a few." I didn't recognize the voice. But I could sense 2 people around me. As a large plug was shoved inside me, making me struggle to take it's widest point, someone called out "Hey Prez, can I work his nuts again?" I trembled realizing this was the man who'd worked them a bit earlier. "Yeah Cage, but remember the rule about breaking him." "No worries, Prez, me and Jeff gonna take real good care of him." The mechanism was locked again and I was shifted a bit more to be vertical. I could sense Cage and Jeff around me....and I heard the slide of chairs near, one in front and one in back. I felt Cage's hands running around my body over my bound cock and balls. Jeff's hands, I'm assuming were running under my thighs and over my ass, brushing against the plug in my ass. Cage wrapped his hands around my bound balls and gently squeezed. At the same time, Jeff nudged against the plug in my ass. Cage's hand tightened and as the pain increased, Jeff was tugging on the plug. Cage got tighter and tighter and then when I didn't think I could take anymore, Jeff pulled the plug entirely out of my ass. This was driving me crazy. I didn't know where the pain/pleasure was going to happen - my nuts or my hole. Jeff was sliding the plug inside me again, and Cage tightened on my balls. This time when the pain in my balls reached a peak, Jeff pushed the widest part back inside me. They repeated this over and over, I was crying again, sobbing behind the mask and through the gag. But Cage and Jeff kept working in tandem. After a few, Cage kept my balls in his hands and Jeff was fucking the plug fulling in and out of my hole; each time the plug went in, Cage gave a brief but intense squeeze. Every time my hole stretched around the fat part of the plug, my nuts shot pain up my spine. Not too long after, they stopped. Chairs were moved, I was repositioned and then one of them fucked into me, bouncing me up and down on their cock. Didn't take long until I felt another load inside me, and another mark on my chest. No sooner than he pulled out, another cock buried inside me. Hands grabbed my balls, and I knew this had to be Cage. He fucked me brutally, and squeezed and let off my nuts as if he didn't want me to have any idea of what was happening. I felt a new surge in my body again and then I flushed and I heard Cage cackle, "HAHAHA! I knew this was a fucking pain fag....he just has another orgasm on my cock with me crushing his nuts! Oh he's gonna be fun to have around!" With that, he let go of my balls, gripped my thighs and blew his own load inside me. Another load, another mark on my chest. Cage pulled around and someone else took his place. This went on a few more time, a few more loads, a few more marks. Some were short affairs - a few pumps and then a load and a mark. Others took their time. After a few, my hole was still on fire, but my body was wrecked. Horse was in my ear again "let's give you a little break, hmm." He stepped back and I felt another plug push inside me. It had to be bigger than the other, since it was a struggle to take, but I figured my hole was too loose for the other one again. With the plug seated, Horse removed the gag from my mouth and I felt a straw get inserted. I sucked and tastes the cool sweetness of orange juice. "We need to keep you hydrated and in place. Just drink what's here and then you can rest for a few." By the time, I finished the juice, I could taste a little something off about it, but I couldn't focus on it. My ass was still on fire and all I wanted to do was drift off. "Such a good little hole for me. You still have a long night ahead of you." And with that, I let myself float away and detach from the noise and men around me.

I'm fairly lean, and was definitely even leaner when I was younger. I have a small reputation here about my ability with depth - taking the full 32" colon python toys and the like. And the great thing about being lean is that when they're about 20+ inches up my hole, you can rest your palm on my stomach and feel the head of the toy through it. Nothing hotter than being plumbed deep while a top pushes on my stomach and growling as he feels the head of the toy fucking deeper inside me.

I initially thought the knock at the door was going to be the host's probation officer. "How to introduce your Grindr trick to your probation officer" likely isn't a self-help/DIY video on YouTube.

Indeed, and Project2025 goes a LOT farther than just these cultural issues. It's basically an outline for hard-core MAGA/fascists to take control of the entire federal government, in perpetuity. Another key thing: they want to end civil service as we know it for every position in federal government where decisions get made, so that anyone - literally anyone - can be replaced by political hacks if he steps out of line of what leadership wants. And they're not shy about it, and it's not just a couple of fringe, nutcase groups pushing this. It's part and parcel of the Heritage Foundation, which is probably the most significant right wing (formerly conservative, but nothing's conservative about it any more). Add in all the Supreme Court decisions they just handed down that neuter the ability of the executive branch agencies to ward off political attacks - and you have the perfect storm if Trump is re-elected. There will literally be NOTHING standing in his way. And the most ominous thing: Project 2025 is calling this a "Second American Revolution" and says it will be "bloodless as long as the left allows it to be." Notice he didn't just say "peaceful" - he said "bloodless". And only if the left rolls over and allows them to seize power. Otherwise, they're basically promising bloodshed. I'm so tired of "both sides" rhetoric from idiots who don't hear what the far right is telling us, in their own words, what's going to happen if they can get Trump back into office.

Here is another quicky on Independance Day... Snif Visit by austinsubmale A few weeks ago I was on that location based app, you know the one I am talking about. It is a map based app where it shows icons of where people are at. I was looking at pics, you click on their icon and their profile pops up. I messaged several guys to say I liked their pics. Most don't respond at all, and some will even block or just delete messages. Most guys on the app are bottoms, but I have my filters set to only show the ones that are very, vers top or top. One guy responded. He asked me if I wanted to come over. He was a black guy and the pic showed a nice big dick. His status was UD+. I said yes and he gave me the address, a seedy apartment complex in a bad neighborhood. I've been there once before. That time I got stood up. I went over and knocked on his door. Hoping this time it would work out and I would get fucked. He answered the door and it was dark inside. He was completely naked and his big, long, thick black dick was already partially hard. I took off my clothes right there near the door and he sat down on his bed. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He turned on a porno of a gangbang scene with several big dicked black guys like him working over a chubby white guy like me. While I was sucking he picked up a glass pipe and fired up a lighter on it. I was worried because I've had bad experiences with tweakers getting "Tina dick" before but as he smoked it he actually got even harder. He didn't offer me any and I wouldn't have taken any but what he does is his business as long as he can fuck. After he was done smoking he told me to get up on the bed, laughing at my tiny white cock. I got up and he positioned me face down, ass up. He lubed up his dick and poured some on my ass then slid a finger and then two inside to get my hole ready. He then slid his dick into me in one slide stretching my hole wide open and probing deep. He really pounded me super hard and fast and it was almost painful at first. The meth he had smoked clearly had him going at hyper speed. He was watching the video and really talking to me as he used my ass and then unloaded in it a couple of times. Telling me to take his hot load. Calling me a worthless faggot. After I left I checked the app and he had blocked me. I logged out and went into anonymous mode so I could see his profile. He had changed his status from UD+ to just Positive. This morning I woke up with fever and chills, and I know exactly why.

Sometimes the desires become too strong to fight. I ended up in a closet riding a guys cock while his girlfriend slept on the couch last week. He shot his load deep, didn't even bother to ask. Two days later I was blowing two guys and they both shot their loads down my willing throat, they never even asked. Another two days later, completely cum addicted, I let a bbc bend me over and break me. He shot two loads deep, never asked. Maybe tonight I'll take another load without my permission. I can tell my body hasn't had enough.

Or was he different? Like the rest of the initiates, his cunt had been made. What follows is a series of rites to determine one's rank within the brotherhood. It is customary for novices to have their rank set by the Brotherhood prior to initiation. A new Brother is expected to obey and respect the regime that has been made specifically for him. I was curious to see the plan set out for Brandon. I came to release my seed into him almost a little before it had been 30 minutes. A feat that I'd say I was proud of given the amount of T I've consumed. A combination of Brandon's voice & the sound of my balls slapping onto him fast tracked my orgasm. The final thrusts leading up to my climax forced out an eruption. A groan so loud that it took me by surprise. I saw the web of veins trickling with sweat from my forehead down to the neck popping. Once my seed was drained, I needed to catch my breathe. All Brandon could verbalize were repetitions of "Fuck" and "Oh My God". I could tell he was satiated from the smirk he held with eyes closed. His lips too were shut but his breathed remained trembling. As soon as the restraints were loosen, I sealed his cunt with another steel plug. I wiped his body with a towel, congratulating him with my arms wrapped in a cradle. It wasn't long before I thoroughly scrubbed him in the shower to also give him a shave. Besides the eyebrows, he was shaved close to completion. Right down to the scalp, not a strand of hair stuck out of his polished head. The Brotherhood requires Brothers to adhere to the rule of maintaining a skinhead for a full year. Its purpose was to facilitate elder Brothers to impart their knowledge at any opportunity when they are in proximity. Novices must acquiesce. Failure to yield would result in rank stagnation. I remember 5 months in as a novice. Fresh & full of high viral load, I was in demand. A monthly gathering had been held in another part of this warehouse. I was still the latest Brother. On a dais, Samael sat on an upholstered chair in the center. Ben stood to his left and Paul, another Brother of equal rank to his right. The rest of us formed a curve that met from one end of the platform to the other, forming a semicircle. The gathering was heading to another direction. It was stricter than the previous ones. It became apparent the moment I felt Samael's gaze and nod. My shoulders were held and pulled up by the Brother to my left and right. I was brought out of the file to face Samael's feet. My knees were on the floor while my chin was right at the edge of the platform. In a jock, my arms were pulled back with a long bar placed in between my wrists and my ankle. It served as a restrain that exposed my hole. The room turned silent when Samael raised his right hand. "Let us remind our younger Brother that there is still...so much more for him to learn, to appreciate the beauty of our beliefs." Paul then spoke a word in Latin followed by another two or three that merged to a chant which brought all the brothers to sing in unison. It was ominous. Though I wasn't touched, I felt tremors. Ben then approached with a box to reveal a gas mask. Right before securing it on my head, we locked eyes. A blank stare of pity that turned to pride when he nodded with a wide smile to the rest of my Brothers. A series of tubes latched onto my mask. Without a warning, smoke started to fill in, forcing me to inhale it to avoid my eyes from stinging. I could barely see Samael above from the smoke. I did catch a glimpse of Paul turning a nozzle that controlled the flow of the amount of smoke entering in me. Once it came to a halt, I was rejuvenated. My hole started to bloom, in and out I feel the inner rings protruding. I knew I had to cunt myself out again. Ben validated my thoughts when he declared the importance of ensuring one's hole was properly cunted. "A fine cunt is when it's not too tight or too loose, like an actual cunt. This novice's hole can do no wrong, it needs a bit of work done first. Brothers, you may proceed. " No brother was left behind. Each of them seized my hole, treating my cunt with spunk. Pulling out was forbidden. Any spillage was either devoured or fed. After my 12th brother had shot his load, I felt the circumference of my hole puffed, highlighting its transformation. By the time my 15th brother started to rim, he couldn't help but to smooch my ass lips that our brothers created. I was indebted to them.

Time to finish the visit to the clinic with a little twist. All these parts have been two pages long, the next part isn't finished yet and it's already six pages long, and more twisted than ever! Haven't really tied the bits together yet, so it may take a few days to get everything right. Be patient, my dear breeders and cumdumps! ❤️ ---------------------------- The exam room door suddenly swung open. - “Wat dis noise?” - “Oh, hey Dimitry!”, said Matt and squeezed the last drops of poz cum out of his cock and into Vince, “You want to have a go at this hole?” - “Yeees…” Dimitry was the janitor of the clinic, and he came to clean the room. He was probably in his late fifties, with thinning hair and a porn stache. His blue coveralls did a poor job of hiding his round belly. He stepped up to my husband as Matt was pulling out and moving away. He opened button after button until he got down to his cock, then he pulled his arms out and let the coveralls fall onto the floor. He wore nothing under it, and his hairy shoulders along with his big round hairy stomach was exposed for all of us to see. There was something incredibly sexy about this man, not in an attractive way, but in a pure animalistic sex way. Under his belly his cock stood out, already rock hard. It was maybe 20 cm, thin at the head and base, but very thick in the middle, even thicker than Eddies. It reminded a lot of a large butt plug we had at home. It was also bent upward in such a way that the tip hit the underside of his belly. Had he been slim, it would’ve stood straight up. He approached my husband who was looking at him with anticipation, still hazy from the gas, holding his legs and exposing his sloppy hole. Dimitry used his right hand to aim his cock at Vince’s hole and used his left hand to lift his belly up so that it wouldn’t be in the way of the penetration. He didn’t lube up, or even spit on his dick, he just shoved it in all the way in one go, causing my husband to gasp for air and turn his head to me with a look of despair and screamed “MORE GAS! NOW!”. Dimitry let go of his stomach, leaving it to rest on top of my husband’s hard cock, grabbed his ankles and started pounding away at a quick pace. He was not there to make love; he was there to get a load out of his balls. I gave the gas mask to Vince who quickly put it over his face and took a deep breath. With every movement Dimitry’s belly squashed and rubbed my husband’s cock, effectively jerking him off, and it only took about 20 seconds until he started blasting his neg load all over himself and on the underside of the big belly of the janitor. I scooped some up with my hand and tasted what could possibly be the last negative load to come out of the man I loved so dearly. - “Nesty feggot…”, Dimitry said and looked at me with disgust, then started pumping harder and a few seconds later he let out a deep growl as he shot his load deep inside my husband. Eddie and Matt cheered and complemented the janitor on a job well done. Anthony just sat at his stool looking shocked but seemingly enjoying the show as his long cock stood straight up. Dimitry just grunted and pulled his coveralls back on, not even wiping off his cock or the cum that was dripping from his belly. - “I clean room later yees, okeey, bye…”, he said as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. Vince felt his wet hole and noticed cum and blood leaking out. He tried to push as much of it as possible back inside and close his hole, but it didn’t seem to work. He was just so full of cum. He stood up on wobbly legs and supported himself on the bed while trying to regain composure. Matt came up and hugged him from behind, pushing his hard cock against Vince’s hole. - “No, no more! I just can’t take any more cock, not today! But DAMN we must set up a party like this when the STI is gone! For now, I think I’m going to need a fucking diaper…” Matt looked a bit disappointed, so I just turned my ass towards him and wiggled, something that did not go unnoticed as I had him balls deep inside me not even two seconds later. I bent over the bed and motioned to Anthony who was sitting on the other side to come closer. He presented his cock to me, and I started sucking. - “Okay guys, last loads of the day, we need to close up here before the guards start patrolling the clinic.”, Eddie said as he stood next to Matt and started frantically jerking his cock. Matt fucked me harder and faster, and Anthony fucked my throat as if his life depended on it. My eyes were watering from the abuse of my sensitive throat. Eddie was the first to cum, and he shot his load over Matt’s cock, lubing it up and making it slightly easier to take that huge member up my ass. Anthony then shot his load down my throat, making me cough, which in turn made my sphincter clench around Matt’s cock, massaging it even harder and causing him to blast the last load of the evening into my now extremely sore ass. Well, almost the last, I was still hard, so I just pulled myself off Matt and walked over to my husband who had sat down on a chair after laying down a protective layer of paper on it, then I shot my load in his mouth. I know he loves it and he always swallow every drop. We all pulled out of each other and got our clothes back on while catching our breaths. - “I have one last gift for you guys”, Eddie said as he opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard tray with two syringes filled with a yellow liquid, and a small paper bag. - “Antibiotics! I had a look in the microscope after you left Jay, and it was clearly Gono, so I’ll just treat you right away. Now pull those pants back down and show me your asses, one more load to be injected!”, he joked, referring to the medicine. - “Anthony, did you get treatment earlier today or should I go and make a batch for you too?”, Matt said. - “No, I’m done already, thanks though…” - “Great! Guess I should whip some up for Dimitry thou… Oh well, I’ll deal with that when I see him.” Vince and I lined up next to each other, bent over the bed and presented our leaking cum-filled holes to the doctor. The penetration of the needle was not as pleasant as his cock, but mere seconds later both our right butt cheeks where injected and we were on our way back to health. - “The bag contains Doxycycline to use as PeP, just follow the 1-2-3 rule; on one occasion, take two of those within three days of being sluts, and it’ll lower the risks of having to come back here because of simple STI’s. The next time you come back here I hope it’s because of something a lot more permanent.”, Eddie said with a devilish smile. “That said, we need to set up a proper party in a few weeks’ time, if we didn’t succeed today.”

If the R's keep the House, take the Senate and the Presidency, so are a lot of us, including you.

The only way to stop this is to VOTE!

John Oliver does a great job of deconstructing project 2025, and we get to laugh simultaneously.

You are, literally, fucking someone up the ass! What do you think might happen sometimes!?...Even the best bottoms who have cleaned the holes out like a maid with OCD has cleaned a house twice can have a "brownout" sometimes! ...you take a moment to clean up and then resume...if you can't handle it fuck a fleshlight!

Wow, OP was nine years ago, kinda cool to revisit the discussion. First off, i thoroughly agree that "judgements are not the solution." i think such judgements are often based on unsubstantiated bias. Life is so damned complex, we know so very little. i've had a few thousand cocks inside of me so far in this life (i cannot account for former lives lol), and i can count on one hand the number of times a condom was involved. i watched my oldest brother die a horrible death from AID's during the 80's, and it didn't really even pause my pursuit of Men or Their desire and need to cock me. i also, cannot account for my own need/desire to connect or bond fully with a Man where He leaves some physical part of Himself inside of me, but i do not see that as that much different than "chasing." Yeah, it does have the added element of acknowledging a virus, but i don't really see it as all that different from receiving any Man into me Who expresses need or desire to penetrate and seed me? To me, it's a pretty narrow distinction, and seems to have a lot of similar driving components behind it. When i first started this post, i was neg. With @tallbtm encouragement, i went to get prep and discovered i was poz when getting tested for it. i immediately went on meds and have been undetectable since. i still advocate for PrEP, but feel no judgment for those who opt out. i do think it's the better way to go, but i also like prime rib and eat it even though i know it'll give me vascular disease. And, i think all of us can identify similar choices, so who is really in the superior position to judge?

Surprise! You get another one right away! 😘 ------------------------------------------ We regained our balance, and I hugged Eddie hard from behind, my cock still lodged inside him. We all looked at each other, smiled and started laughing from the intensity of it all, and the somewhat absurd situation we were in. - “Wow, this is one hell of a clinic!”, Vince said, smiling from ear to ear. - “It sure is baby. I got the same very warm welcome earlier today.” - “That explains the wet stains I saw in your underwear earlier…”, he said and winked at me. - “Yeah, they gave me a few loads. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold them in all day.” - “Don’t forget the load you swallowed at your subway station.”, Anthony said and smiled as he pulled his cock out of Vince while milking out the last drops of cum. - “The what now?”, Vince said looking surprised. - “I’ll tell you later…”, I said, pulled out of Eddie and sat down in a chair catching my breath. - “Uhm, I haven’t cum yet!”, Matt said and flipped Vince over on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed and adjusted the height so that he could fuck him in the perfect angle. - “Also… I have a really dirty, nasty, kinky, surprise for you if you want it, Vince.”, he continued and walked over to a cupboard. He opened it and took out a vial of blood. - “This is some really potent poz blood that a colleague of mine took from one of his clients earlier today. I want to fuck it into your ass. Deep into your ass. Do you want it?”. Anthony looked at the vial with hunger in his eyes while giving it a little shake, jerking his huge cock with his other hand. Vince looked at me, looking a bit scared but also excited, as if to get my approval. I quietly nodded to him and licked my lips. My cock was getting hard again, and I was again feeling a bit jealous, wanting Matt to fuck that poz blood into me as well. Vince turned to Matt again: - “Yes. Do it. Fuck me with that poz blood! Fuck it in me deep! Split me open with that huge cock and rub my insides with that poz blood, massaging it into me, making it enter my bloodstream and be a part of me forever!” Vince seemed manic. His eyes wide open and his gaze intense. I had never seen him like this before and it was a bit scary. He was usually very quiet and timid, but the lust had made him change into a predator, hungry for cock, hungry for poz loads, hungry for the virus. Matt lifted Vinces’ ass up as high as possible, pulled the cork out of the vial with his teeth and inserted the open end in Vinces’ ass. The red liquid flowed into him and soon the vial was empty, save for some residue on the inside of the glass. He pulled it out and Vince clenched his ass as hard as he could to make sure nothing leaked out as he was lowered back onto the table. Matt threw the empty vial on the bed and positioned his huge cock at Vinces’ opening, ready to enter. I picked up the vial and poured one last drop of blood onto my finger, then promptly stuck that finger inside me to at least get a small sample of what my husband was getting. Before returning the vial to the table next to the bed, I looked a bit closer at the label. It had a biohazard symbol, the letters HIV+, and a name. It said “Anthony”. Shocked, I looked at Anthony and said: - “Did you know?”, then I handed the vial over to Anthony who looked at the label. - “No! What the fuck! I was wondering why they took so much blood from me! Do you do this to all your patients?” - “Just the cute ones.”, Matt said, smiled and rubbed his pre-cum over Vinces’ hole. - “I guess you’re Anthony then?”, Eddie said and stuck his hand out to greet him. - “I am. Nice to meet you. We didn’t really have time to get introduced as I was in a hurry to unload…”, Anthony said with a laugh. Anthony, Eddie and I sat down on the chairs, jerking our cocks to enjoy the show. Matt asked Vince if he was ready, and as Vince nodded, he started to push himself into my husbands’ blood and cum filled hole. Vinces’ eyes rolled back into his head with pain, as Matts’ beer can thick cock started to rip into him. Matt didn’t stop. He wanted to tear up Vinces’ insides so that the blood and the poz loads would be able to enter him without any resistance. Vince, however stoic, was showing signs of intense pain, and tears were starting to roll from his eyes. I pulled my chair up closer, took his hand, kissed his tears away and said: - “You can do it baby! It’ll soon be over! I love you so much!” - “I can’t! The pain is just too much!”, he cried. “But I want it so fucking bad. I need it! You must finish inside me, but the pain! You’re a doctor, can’t you just sedate me or something?”, he continued. - “Eddie? What to you think?”, Matt said, looking at the doctor, still fucking Vince without missing a beat, not giving a fuck about the pain he was inflicting. Eddie got up from the chair, still naked and with his hard cock dripping pre-cum. He walked over to a cabinet and took out a gas mask attached to a tube, then connected the tube to a thing in the wall and turned a knob. Gas started hissing out. He put the mask to his own face first, took a deep breath and wheezed “Fuck, I love this…”, then put his cock in the mask to smear his pre-cum on the inside before putting it over Vinces’ mouth and nose. - “This will make the pain go away and will make you want even more than you’re already getting. Take deep breaths!” Vince took deep breaths and soon he was starting to relax and really enjoying the ride, moaning and begging for more. Doctor Eddie, riding on his nitrous high, opened a bag he had under his desk and pulled out a big butt plug that he placed on the chair and then sat down on with a moan. He watched Matt fucking Vince while jerking off. Vince reached up to Matts’ nipples and started pinching them and told Matt to squeeze his balls. Matt was taking his time, and Vince was getting impatient. His begging turned to shouting demands at Matt; “HARDER! DEEPER! FASTER! SQUEEZE MY BALLS HARDER! BREED ME! POZ ME!”. The nipple pinching turned to violent squeezing and twisting, and Matt was squeezing Vinces’ balls hard, trying to return the pain that he was getting. We onlookers could tell that Matt was hurting quite a bit. Matt put himself into an even higher gear and pounded away with all he had until he exploded inside Vince with a roar that could surely be heard through the entire building. He was shaking, as load after load was pumping out him and into Vince. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out as he looked pale and almost blue in the face, but after a few deep breaths he returned to pink and steadied himself. Vince pulled the gas mask off and let it fall to the floor, then took some deep breaths of fresh air to return to normal. - “That was fucking incredible. But don’t pull out yet, I don’t think I can close myself up just yet! I don’t have control over my hole.”, he said. - “If I could I’d stay in you forever. Your ass is incredible!”, Matt said lovingly.

Not sure what's gotten into me, but theres a lot more of this story coming out of me now! Enjoy another chapter! And there's lot's more to cum! ---------------------------------- We arrived at the clinic five minutes before the appointed time. Vince announced his arrival with the receptionist, and we all sat down in the sofas in the waiting room. Anthony had accompanied us, wanting to see the action for himself, but since Vince had no idea what was going to happen it was under the pretence that we were all going for dinner after his appointment. 18.45 passed and the clock approached 19.00 when the clinic would close. 18.59 Matt arrived in the waiting room, calling Vinces’ name and apologizing for the delay. We all stood up, as if we were all going to the exam room, but Matt quickly motioned for us to sit down. - “Oh, you brought company? You can just wait here, no problem. If someone asks you to leave because we’re closing, just say that Matt said it was ok for you to wait here.”, he said and winked at me, flashing a cheeky smile. They left us there, went to the exam room and closed the door behind them. - “That’s weird, aren’t we going to get to see the show?”, Anthony asked. - “Knowing Matt and seeing that wink I suspect they have some kind of plan laid out already.”, I said and grabbed my stiffening cock. A few minutes later my phone rang. A FaceTime call from Matts personal mobile phone. I picked up and looked at the screen while moving closer to Anthony so he could see as well. On the screen was Matt, smiling and holding a finger over his lips to let us know we should be quiet. I muted the microphone as Matt positioned his phone so that we could see everything that was going on in the exam room. As I realised what was about to happen, I started a screen recording of the video call, then took out my Bluetooth headphones, inserted one in my ear and gave the other to Anthony so we could both hear what was going on in there. Vince was laying on his side on the exam bed, pants down by his knees with his beautiful hairless ass exposed to Doctor Eddie who was sitting on a stool behind him. - “Ok, it’s going to feel a bit cold now from the lube, I will start by taking the rectal samples.”, Doctor Eddie said as he inserted the lubed plastic speculum into Vince. He pulled out the plug and a gush of semen flowed out of it, but Eddie was prepared and managed to catch it all in a plastic mug. - “Wow, that’s a lot of cum in your ass. You’ve had fun apparently! Don’t worry, I will put it all back once I am done with the samples.” Vince tried to turn his head, I could tell that he was surprised by what the doctor said, but he quickly relaxed back down on the bed. Eddie took the samples, then pushed Vince onto his stomach and poured the cum back in through the speculum. Matt silently snuck up behind Vinces’ ass and looked straight into the phone camera as he opened his mouth and tilted his head back, allowing Eddie to pour the last drops of cum into his mouth. Eddie then pulled the speculum out and placed it in Matts mouth, as if he was some kind of equipment holder. Matt just smiled and gave us a little show of how much he enjoyed thoroughly cleaning the cum of it with his tongue. - “There you go, all the cum back where it’s supposed to be.”, Eddie said and gave Vince a light slap on the butt. Eddie hesitated for a second, but I could see the lust in his eyes as he gave in to his desires, placed one hand on each of my husband’s cheeks, pulled them apart and dove into it sticking his tongue as far up in his ass as he possibly could. Vince moaned and pushed back, now becoming fully aware of how great this clinic was. Eddie was eating him lustfully while pulling Vinces pants of completely, then moving on to shedding his own clothes. Matt had already stripped off all his clothes and moved into position in front of Vince. I thought he was going to face fuck him, but instead he turned his ass towards Vince who immediately started eating him out. I don’t think I’ve ever had Vince eating my ass, so I felt a bit jealous about that. Anthony and I were still in the waiting room and getting incredibly uncomfortable with our rock-hard cocks still contained in our pants. We wanted nothing more than to join in and see the show up close, or at least let our monsters out so they could breathe properly, but we understood that it would look a bit weird to the other staff if we entered an exam room that was occupied. Or if we were masturbating in the waiting room for that matter. The ass eating session in the exam room went on for five minutes and then Eddie climbed on top of Vince and inserted himself. Vince moaned loudly as Eddie slid his hard cock over his prostate. Matt turned around and started face fucking my husband, smiling to the camera knowing that we were watching everything. He looked at his watch and signed to the camera by tapping the watch and holding up five fingers. Five more minutes I guessed it meant. - “Hello there, we’re closing up the clinic now, who are you waiting for?”, a female nurse said, surprising us as we were completely focused on the phone screen. We awkwardly adjusted ourselves, trying to hide our boners. - “Oh, uhm, yes, my husband is in with Doctor Eddie. Matt said it was OK for us to wait here. They should be done soon.” - “Alright then, I know they were running a bit late, so I guess that’s fine. I’ll just lock up here and head on home, Matt will let you out then. Bye now!” The nurse left and locked the front door behind her. We were all alone at the clinic along with the guys in the exam room. I immediately grabbed Anthony’s cock, he grabbed mine and we started rubbing each other. - “Can we take them out now, what you think?”, he said - “I guess so…”, I replied as I opened his pants, took out his cock and sucked up all that delicious poz pre-cum that was flowing out of him. It didn’t last long until we were both completely naked in the waiting room, sucking and jerking each other off while watching and hearing my husband getting split roasted by the doctor and the nurse in the room next to us. Both Anthony and I had to stop each other from touching our cocks as we were so fucking close to coming. The whole scene was just too hot to watch, and we didn’t want to waste our loads. The sounds and the quickening pace of Doctor Eddie made it obvious that he was getting close, and within 10 seconds he was roaring as he dumped his load deep into my husband. Matt motioned to the camera that we should come in. We entered the exam room just as Eddie was pulling out. Anthony couldn’t last another second and literally ran up to Vince, jumped on top of the table just as his cock started spewing its load. The first rope landed over Vinces’ hole, but the following were planted deep inside. Even though I wasn’t even touching myself I could feel the point of no return moving closer and closer. Anthony needed to finish quickly, or I would be blasting all over the floor! The solution to the problem however was named Eddie, as he backed himself up on my cock making me explode inside him before even being halfway in. The orgasm was so intense that my vision blacked out for a second, and my legs gave way and I stumbled into a position of hanging over the back of Eddie.

I try to be as rational as I can. There are several supposed reasons why someone chases. Sense of community? Taking destiny under control? Liberation from anxiety and stress associated to STI probability? Or even a sort of biological connection among people living the same experiences. Last but not least, the toxic masculinity associating the man's identity to someone whose penis changes others' life permanently - being it pregnancy or HIV, a sort of "super-power". Then homophobia and stigma which always consider you to be destined to HIV and death, and you try to have that under your control. They're assumptions and everyone has their reasons, but I think that as far as you fly with fantasy, there's no harm. If fantasy then turns into desire (I mean wanting to make it concrete), judgments are not the solution. I've honestly spent years wondering why I have this fantasy; in the end I decided to embrace it as it is without any longer questions.

I make a point of telling new/potential bottoms that while I prefer a "clean" hole (in terms of feces, not cum), if "shit happens," I'm not going to freak out. The hole that we both derive pleasure from has a primary function unlrelated to the pleasure that we're enjoying... Because I have numerous food sensitivity/constipation issues, I have a douche attached to my shower. Co-ink-a-dick-tally, bottoms can take advantage to refresh or even clean themselves.... 😉

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in. "Don't you worry, I got you." He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap. "What do you say?" "Thank you" "You're very welcome" Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming. The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt. "Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.." Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. "How are you feeling?" "FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.." The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. "Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!" "I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you" It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug. "T-t-thank you..." "We're only halfway done bitch." I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him. It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced. I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

It has been a while since I posted a story so here is a quicky... Another Bookstore Visit by austinsubmale I went to the adult bookstore again the other day. When I got there I chatted up the lady at the counter a bit like usual then I went into the video booth arcade. There weren't many people there, but there was a guy in one of the back booths. He was sitting on the bench stroking his dick and when I stuck my head in he told me to come in and suck his dick so I got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth and I sucked him until he shot his cum down my throat. His cum was tangy as his dick pulled back across my tongue. Then he got up and left. I went to another booth and got on my phone and opened a location based app, you probably know which one I am talking about. Pretty soon a guy messaged me and said he was on his way to the bookstore. I was excited when I saw on his profile that his status was "Positive". When he pulled into the parking log he messaged me again and asked me what booth I was in. I messaged back #7, my lucky booth. Pretty soon he came into the booth with me and we both got undressed. I was sitting on the bench and I sucked him until his dick was hard. It was much larger than the previous guy's dick. I was definitely looking forward to this. He told me to bend over against the bench and then he slid his big dick into my hole until he was balls deep. Then he pulled almost all the way back out and then back in. It felt so good. He really pumped me hard and then he got faster then stopped and I could feel his dick pulse. He held there for a while then started moving again. I could feel it rubbing my prostate. He pounded me good and then came again. He pulled out, wiped his dick on a towelette I gave him and then he left. I could still feel it in my ass as I put my clothes on and then I went to another booth, a dark one with a glory hole. I got down on my hands and knees and waited at the glory hole until a dick was pushed through. I licked the head and then sucked on it. While I was doing that a guy came into the dark booth with me. He felt my butt and I kept sucking the dick through the glory hole. Then he fingered me but I kept sucking as I felt his cock head slide up and down until it found my hole and pushed in. He fingered my ass then put his dick in, he had lubed up his fingers and my hole. It was a pretty good sized dick but it didn't hurt. He fucked me for a while then he came too, whispering in my ear to take his hot load. The guy with his dick in the glory hole also came and I swallowed it down. After that I got dressed then went to the theater room. A very thin guy was fucking a black guy with dreads on one of the back futons when I got there. He was really fucking hard and fast. I got undressed again and got down on the futon with my ass up. When the top guy pulled out he had a very long dick, probably 10"+ and it was still hard. He saw me with my ass ready and he got behind me and mounted my ass and he pawed at my man tits as he pounded me super hard and fast like the other guy. It hurt a little. He didn't last long, maybe 5 minutes before he came again, filling my hole with another load. He slapped my ass and called me a slut as he pulled out. The black guy with the dreads then got behind me and took his turn on my ass. His dick wasn't as long but it was super thick and really stretched my hole wide open. I didn't really mind but I was getting a little sore by the time he came and pulled out. My hole didn't close up right away and I could feel it leaking down my leg a little. He told me that both he and the guy who had been fucking him were poz and not on meds and I probably would be poz now too. I could still feel the charged loads in my ass all the way home. I can't wait to go again.

“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.

My boyfriend and I had been together since highschool. We were each others first everything. While we went long distance for college, since he wanted to go to school in New York and I didn’t, we had moved in together after graduation a few months ago. Everything was going pretty well, Martin did like to go out to the bars a lot but that never bothered me I was confident in our relationship if he went all of college without cheating there was no way he was going to start now. On Thursday night as I was sliding the condom on my average if a bit skinny five inch cock Martin spoke up. ”Would you want to come with me and some of my friends to this gay bar tomorrow night. I’ve never been and it sounds really fun” ”I don’t know” I replied “ I’ve never loved gay bars or bars in general” “Oh come on chris please I don’t want to have to go home alone since all my friends are single” ”fine I’ll go” I relented as I pushed into Martins hole. He released a light moan as I began to pound into him. Martin had always been the bottom even though he had a far bigger cock. He tried to fuck me once but it was way too big to fit. Now he kept his cock in a cage. He had since his sophomore year of college he always said it let him focus on his ass. I had asked where he got the idea and he always avoided the question. He had gotten several tattoos during his time in college as well. He had a lock tattooed right above his penis as well as the word pig tattooed on his asscheek. Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. I shot my load into the condom after about 4 minutes then laid down and went to sleep as Martin cleaned up. The next day after work Martin and I were getting ready for the bar. As I was putting on a pair of jeans I saw Martin put on a tiny bright red thong I’d never seen before. “Did you get a new thong” I asked “No I’ve had it for a while” he responded as he slid into a pair of leather pants. “Hmm I’ve never seen it” “Oh I guess I’ve never had a reason to wear it around you” he said I was wondering what that meant as I made us drinks before we left. Both Martin and I would be called twinks. I had very little hair naturally and Martin was always waxed. We met up with Martins friends outside the bar. They were a pretty standard group of young gays who I’d met once or twice. The bar was called the bloody scorpion. As we got the the front Martin hugs the bouncer who whispers something in his ear before slapping his ass and sending him on in. “ I thought you said you had never been here before” I asked Martin as we walked into what seemed like a locker room. “ I haven’t I just know Greg” he responded as he slid off his jeans. “Why are you getting undressed” I asked “Oh did I forget to tell you oops this bar is clothing optional” “Yeah you forgot” I said shitily as I stripped to my plain white boxers We went up to the bar to order drinks and Martin gave the bartender a peck on the lips as we got there. I was fuming when he handed me my drink and drank it down quickly. After finishing my drink I hear a deam voice yell “hey there’s my boy” and turn to see a near god of a man. He was probably 6’4 with a thick well muscled body that was covered in thick hair. He wore only a white jock that barely contained his massive bulge. He had a thick chain around his nick and a well kept brown beard. I was surprised when he walked up to Martin and took him in a hug grabbing his ass in the process. I tried to stand up to say something but I suddenly felt really light headed. I decided to sit back down and have another drink while Martin cuddled up with the mystery man to my right. After finishing my second drink I was feeling really drowsy when I heard moaning to my side I looked over and see my boyfriend Martin bent over the bar getting fucked by the stranger. I stand up to punch the dude but get pulled away by Greg the bouncer. He dragged me into a back room and threw me down on the couch. “ look asshole I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but nobody fucks with the boss and his boy” he yelled at me “His boy?” I slurred back “ Martins my boyfriend” “Oh now I see” he said seeming to calm down “ my bad man I get that it’s probably hard to see your boyfriend getting breed but you shouldn’t get jealous like that” Greg sat down on the couch next to me “ look I know after two shoots of g your probably horny as hell but if the boss hasn’t bred you yet the attacking one of his boys isn’t going to make him.” “What the hell are you talking about I don’t want him to fuck me” I slurred out again. Confused about everything he was saying as my head felt foggy “ there’s no need to be ashamed man you already recognized that your boyfriend needs true fulfillment from the boss now every thing else is easy.” He said soothingly “ I didn’t recognize shit” I yelled back “Shh it’s ok how about I breed you tonight so you don’t feel left out I know I’m not as good as Bo’s but I’m still pretty good.” I tried to protest but there was suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and my protests fell away. I felt Greg pick me up like I was nothing and bend me over the couch. I heard my underwear get torn in the back and while I expected him to slowly open me up as I was still an anal virgin he slammed into me full force. My dry hole burned as he forced what felt like a horse cock into my virgin hole. It felt like I was being torn in two as Greg pounded into me. I felt myself losing consciousness as I looked over at the door and see Martin standing there nude with cum dripping down his legs and what looks like a crack pipe in his mouth

Alternatively, this Supreme Court might simply find a pretext for striking down the Respect for Marriage Act. At this point, with the Court firmly in the hands of right-wingers, you can't really put anything past them; and if Trump were elected this November, expect at least Alito (age 74) to resign so that Trump could appoint a 40-year old replacement who's just as far right. You might even see Thomas (age 75) doing the same, although he's privately said he wants to stay on as long as he's able. Our only prospects for regaining sanity on the Court lie in Alito and Thomas both dying during Democratic presidential terms where we also have the Senate (because I can't see either retiring under those circumstances). Gloomy outlook to say the least.

Agreed, and I must have been really full of cum, just got fucked since the last post, and the tops cock was covered in last night's cum when he pulled out the 1st time I licked it up thinking it was his, but it wasn't. Luckily he thought it was hot and did proceed to pound me more and load me up!

Here's a shot of Mine !

I had sex with someone who was on house arrest, and he was nice enough to tell me in advance over the phone he could only stay an hour. It was like 11 pm on a weeknight, he lived maybe a five minute drive from me. He asked me if I would be offended if it was something quick and after looking at his photos I said no problem. Well, he got to my place and we had some chemistry, so after "round 1" we went and sat in my living room and he explained what had happened and why he was on house arrest. A drink, a smoke, and he asked me if I was ready to go for "round 2". I was really impressed with just how good he was in bed and I happily agreed. It wasn't more than 5 minutes after he shot his second load his phone went off, and sure enough, it was a probation officer telling him he would be arriving shortly but considering the late hour he was giving him some notice. I never saw someone put on their clothes and fly out my front door so quickly. He messaged me the next day, he got home before the probation officer arrived, and it was basically a "bed check". He had maybe two beers at my house, but this was no drug or alcohol test so he was fine. I continued to have sex with this guy maybe twice a month for the next four years, before I moved to my current residence. Ironically, we were both born on the same month and day, unfortunately not the same year. I still text him on our shared birthday, he ended up having a felony on his record but he avoided jail time. I appreciated his honesty that first night, I am so happy I said yes.

There’s no doubt in my mind about two things. 1. The more I cum the more I want to fuck; receiving, giving, sucking, being sucked it doesn’t matter. 2. The concept of being in heat is real. There are some strings of days or a week when my husband fucks me like he’s a teenager and can go twelve times a day or more; and there are similar periods where I MUST have it … over and over and over again and it’s still all I can think or dream about.

Those of us that have experienced a few Presidential elections through the years, have always heard words to the effect that "THIS is the most important election in decades", issued in Stentorian Tones by respected politicians, maybe to the point that we simply tune these types of claims out automatically. We think "yeah, yeah, same old rhetoric, we've heard it so many times before ..." This time however, it's actually the case. The enemies of Freedom for All have been planning this kind of putsch for decades, and now - in their myopic eyes - it's a "last chance" election to destroy the institutions of our nation once and for all. We see what the Heritage Foundation has wrought with the Supreme Court. We see examples of repressions advancing in States across the nation. While the underlying reasons for this bitterness in our misguided fellow citizens may vary from person to person, the fact is they've been working towards the Totalitarian Agenda for years, quietly, behind the scenes, and they see this upcoming election as their Final Battle with secularism, humanistic government, those who believe differently from themselves. They've tried and failed in countless half-measures, and now they're going Full Frontal in their assault on what the United States has stood for since the Civil War. I'm not saying our Government is perfect, in some areas, far from it. I'm saying it's the best chance humanity has to advance, to make the idea of Government by all the people, for all the people, instead of a ruling class dominating everyone else that has surfaced in centuries. When the intellectually lazy, indifferent to anything other then their own smallish notions, listen to false prophets, the Noble Experiment is threatened. Far from perfect, yet still holding hope for improving the lot of all, our Democracy is (as the benighted constantly rail against), the best hope humankind has yet come up with. John Oliver has been using the construct of comedy for some time now to help us wipe the film of hatred from our eyes, and I hope that everyone laughs first, and then takes his message to heart. Thanks so much for sharing this, tallslenderboy.

Conversely, and on the positive side (at least for me). That same second hold/sigmoid curve is a sweet spot for breeding/being bred. When a Top gets His seed or piss in that part of a bottoms gut, it can be more easily retained and absorbed. i've slept all night with a Mans piss in me and ended up absorbing most of it, and the next morning when i pee, i can smell His piss mixed in my pee and know He's impregnated me. That drives me wild.

Dude I am the same way, the need overtakes me and I just have to let any guy breed me

I do ass to mouth. Well I am a pig after all.

I fucking love ass to mouth.

Wow. Fucking wow!

Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off.) I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass. I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me. I go off, looking to see what else is happening. There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom. They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men. I walk downstairs to the basement. Both slings are busy. The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters. The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking. Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours. One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom. I stand and watch. A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours. I step up. He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next. I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest. I stand up and insert. Well, that makes him turn around. He groans out his pleasure. I fuck him rather hard and fast. The top to my left moves to another willing ass. I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40. He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him. We switch up again. It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there. I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started. He is fucking a younger blond. He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse. The house guest has a nice seven incher. I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine. “Will you fuck me now?” I nod. I have only seen him top all evening. We wait until one of the slings is free. I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups. He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation. I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole. Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone. I dig in. He groans. “Do you like those loads?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt. He responds by pushing a little. The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth. I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock. I stand up. “My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time. “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.” This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster. My hand mops up some of his precum. I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick. The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck. I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant. I grin and ask if he wants a turn. The house guest is all about this. I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him. He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk. The new top gives him a rougher fuck. When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum. I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter. House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass. When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up. He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time… * I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs. Zane finds me on the staircase. He leads me upstairs. His smaller room is filled. We find room on the bed in the master bedroom. He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass. I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest. Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss. Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong. I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. “I have a load. Can you feel it?” Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great. When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock. When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat. “Who’s under first?” I ask. “Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down. I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me. I jerk. A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock. I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone. There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked. I stand up. I want to reverse. But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat. I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face. We trade places. Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it. I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face. He strokes himself as I rim. I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock. I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does. Or even sucks it. I concentrate on Zane’s ass. He is groaning. Suddenly he stands up. “Let me ride you.” He moves around and sits on my cock. I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head. He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself. He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach. He is as surprised as I am. “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.” He gets off me, slowly. Savoring the departing inches in his butt. I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole.. (There is one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.) The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 9, 2023

Hey guys. Glad you're all enjoying yhe story so far. Currently working on the next couple of parts and will post asap

Happy 4th of July! @AinPostolo

Only when I got fisted! Nothing like seeing your hairy bellybutton moving up and down!

Second Ring? Isn’t that a Wagner Opera?😜

At home I'd briefed Billy on what was going to happen and he waited in the play room quietly as soon as we heard Mr Sparks car bill in the driveway. I greated him with enthusiasm and sat him down in front of the TV... "wanna beer mate" I asked and headed to the kitchen not really letting him reply. Once there I opened two beers and added a little something to his... Heading back with the beers and some chips to keep up the illusion. I handed him his beer and took a swig of mine as I flicked on the sports channel. We made small talk for only a short while before Mr Sparks began to complain of feeling woozy, I suggested he lay down, to which he accepted, and very quickly fell asleep. Testing how deep it was by calling his name, then spanking his face and finally by slapping his ass rather hard, I knew he was out for the count, and got busy pulling off all his clothes. Once naked I took him to the bathroom where I propped him up and douche his hole out as best I could, gave him a decent whores bath, then put him over my shoulder to take him to the play room. Billy had his hood on as instructed and watched as I lay this asshole in my sling, binding him so he could not move and adjusting the height so he was ready. I then put on my mask, and got down between his legs, took a nice big crystal of tina and pushed it roughly in his hole. The mixture of the drug and the burning finally made him stir a little, but I wanted him fully awake, so I added a tight band to his right arm, exposed a vein and gave this good Christian man his first blast... More than I'd give a normal beginner, I wanted him awake and fucked up. While he came to life, coughing and incoherent, Billy and I stood out of his view, taking a puff on the pipe. The gym teacher started to yell for help once he realised his predicament and as I blew out some clouds in his face I let him know the room was sound proof. "and the only way you're getting out of here in one peice is if you do exactly what I say." "I hear you like getting young Gay boys beat up for being faggots and think they deserve it" I accused and he started to deny, then got beligerant saying fuck yes he did. "well only closet cases get this nasty, so fucker I'm gonna turn you into a faggot" As his eyes started to widen, beginning to realise what was happening, I stuck a device in his mouth that forced it open and covered his teeth, I cranked it so his mouth was opened just wider than was comfortable and so he couldnt form words any more. I then strapped my new faggots head back to an extension id added to the sling forcing his open mouth and throat to be right where I wanted it. "I saw you checking out my cock earlier... So now you're gonna get it, I'm gonna fuck your throat and your ass and you're going to beg me for it, faggot". Before he could answer I shoved my cock into his mouth and roughly down his throat. This bitch didn't deserve any kindness, I was gonna make him into the whore he secretly is and relished as he gagged on my big fat shaft. As I pulled out I was glad to see all that spit and a little puke. And I slapped his face. "You loved it didn't you? " He responded negatively so I took my riding crop and slapped his balls. As the pain subsided, I asked again, and he tried again to say no. I again slapped his balls with the crop and growled "tell me you love it or you'll lose those balls tonight faggot" He started to openly cry, but this time when I asked he finally broke and said he liked it. At this point I had Billy come over with the camera and begin filming as I fucked his throat again. This time more roughly and deeply, until as I pulled out he again puked a little and when I asked if he loved it he automatically answered yes emphatically. After signalling Billy to stop the camera, I started to tell them both more. "you see son, now we have video of your faggot gym teacher saying he loves what is happening... Something we can publish online if he ever causes any trouble for us in the future. But that's just the beginning. He is eventually going to thank me for what happens tonight... You'll see. " I then came close to my new faggots face, cleared his eyes and made him look at my poz tattoo..." Tonight you'll take my poz load too faggot... And love it, beg for it, and want more". He was now sobbing, but as I played with his nipples a little, I couldn't help but notice his cock twitching and growing. "you see son, his cock gives away his true faggot nature. He's always secretly wanted this". I then took myself down between his legs knelt down and started to eat his ass. The suddenly pleasure made my new faggot moan, then cry with disgust at it, whilst his cock continued to grow. "royal fucking faggot" I said as I stood up between his legs. "get the lube and lube up daddies fat cock son" I ordered and Billy quickly obeyed. Roughly taking the faggots nipples and twisting them I then told him "I'm about to fuck you, pop your cherry and breed you with my poz seed faggot, and you're going to beg me to do it right now" Billy took the Queue and readied the camera as I used pain and threats and more shards of Tina in his ass to break down the faggots defenses, until finally he was ready. I removed his mouth stretcher repositioned myself and Billy began to film. First showing my big throbbing raw cock near his hole before panning up his body and showing his face as I asked one more time... "do you want me to fuck you with no condom, take your virginity and flood you with my poz seed faggot?" "yes please sir, thank you sir" he answered right into the camera, and Billy filmed his face as I roughly forced my cock into his hole. I had no interest in giving him pleasure, just taking my own, and he screamed as I kept pushing until I was finally balls deep. The fuck didn't take very long, the situation had me so turned on that only 10 or so hard thrusts and I was soon shooting balls deep in the new faggot, watching his own cock now rock hard and drooling. I then stayed in him while Billy watched me jerk him off and make him blow the biggest load of his life, ultimate proof that he loved my daddy poz cock in him. We left him there in the sling and went to clean up, then bed where we made love twice more that night. And as I flooded billy's hot ass for the second time I whispered in his ear... Next we're going to break your father son. In the early hours of the morning I went to the play room and released our new faggot, reminding him of the footage we had of him and getting him cleaned up and dressed. He humbly thanked me for what I'd done... I'm not sure if it was to get out of there, or genuine, but I didn't care. I then put him in the hands of an "uber driver who will take you home" only to discover My sketchy friend took his fresh meat out to his car, gave him some water laced with more fun stuff and took the faggot to his place for more use. By the time he returned to work he'd be a confirmed cum slut and would chase it for the rest of his life.

I'm a 24 yo trans man. My biggest fantasy is being kept as a househusband and being used 24/7, whenever wherever always raw. I'm not on any birth control and would love for someone's seed to change my body. I even want to figure out if I'd be able to use my milk to make soap or something. It would literally be my dream life for someone to be consistently knocking me up

Nothing like a blue ball cliff hanger. 😉

Earlier I listed a group of Supreme Court cases that had been decided by last Friday that will have potentially earthquake-level effects on federal law going forward. All of those still stand, but Monday's decisions are like an entire extra layer of crap spread on top of an already putrid crap cake. Let's start with Corner Post, Inc. v. Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System - sounds boring, right? Under long-standing jurisprudence, the rule was that if someone wanted to challenge a federal agency's rule or regulation had to do so within six years of when that rule or regulation took effect. Sounds pretty reasonable, right? In fact, in the "abortion pill" case earlier this spring, the Court noted that because FDA approval of the abortion pill was more than six years ago, the plaintiffs couldn't challenge the original approval. In other words, because the challengers only challenged whether the approval was valid, the Court said, effectively, you're too late. Corner Post, on the other hand, specifically challenged how the 6-year rule was calculated - saying it shouldn't be from the date the regulation went into effect, but when it actually harmed the person who's suing. And the Court agreed. So what does that mean for regulations? It means even though a regulation might be settled for decades, all a plaintiff has to do is form a new entity - an LLC, corporation, whatever - claim that ITS injury started when it was formed, and thus the six-year period to sue starts fresh for that entity. And since the GOP has seeded right-wing judges in specific districts where you're guaranteed to get that judge if you sue there, all they have to do is file the LLC paperwork in that district, and bingo! - they can sue in front of the judge that's hand-picked to overturn federal regulations. Couple that with the fact that courts no longer have to give deference to agency decisions that I wrote about earlier, and it's open season on any and all federal regulations, no matter how long-standing they are, if the right wing doesn't like them. Sue in Amarillo, where the federal judge sitting there will rule for business no matter what; appeals go up to the right-wing Fifth Circuit, which almost always upholds him; and then even if you're one of the handful of cases that the Supreme Court is willing to hear in the next year, you stand a good shot of losing to the 6-3 conservative majority. Even worse is Trump v. U.S., the presidential immunity case. In this case, the court held that presidents are not immune from criminal prosecution for non-official acts. However, they are presumed immune for official acts - those taken within what's called the "outer perimeter" of presidential duties; that means they assume he's immune if the action in question is something presidents "do". And here's the big one - presidents are "absolutely immune" for anything they do as part of their core constitutional role. So: presidents, under the constitution, appoint federal judges and a lot of administration officials. Under this holding, the president could take a $20 million bribe from one of his billionaire donors to appoint John Doe to the Supreme Court, and because that appointment is a "core constitutional duty", he can't be charged with bribery. He's responsible for appointing agency heads, and they serve at the pleasure of the president, so he could order the Attorney General to bring charges against a political opponent on threat of being fired if he refuses; can't charge him with anything because it's a core responsibility to hire/fire his administrative team. Mind you, this doesn't mean it's good news for a Democratic president - because the courts get to decide what's an "official" act and what's not, and what's a "core" act and what's not. And with the Supreme Court and over half the "numbered" circuit courts in the hands of Republicans - sometimes overwhelmingly so - you can guess how they'll rule on what a Democratic president's role is vs. what a Republican president's role is. It's when you join up the threads in these decisions that you see just how far this right-wing Court has gone to gut the federal government - or, at least, to leave it open to gutting by lower courts that are firmly in the hands of Trumpanzees and their fans. Don't say you weren't warned.

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

Did the notice the 😉 at the end? what I notice - often, in the majority of your posts - is what seems to be your rude and aggressive tone towards people. Lighten up. Please. For us. And for you! That is all.

Chapter 5: Shooting Stars Steve was walking somewhat apprehensively down the corridor. Paul had made it all sound simple and straightforward. But he’d never done anything like this before, and he was plainly (and understandably) a bit nervous about what was going to happen and how he was going to handle it. As directed by the confidential message, he knocked on the door of Room 1608. The door opened and a young guy in briefs beckoned him silently in. Across the room, he saw Paul standing and talking to another guy in briefs who was holding a camera. Lights were placed on stands around the living area with its sofa and armchair, and around the bed nearer the window. The curtains were all drawn. Paul finished his conversation and turned around. His face lit up when he saw Steve standing there, looking a bit lost. He walked quickly over with a big smile. “Ah, Steve, glad to see you again. Your co-star is just in the bathroom, showering up. Why don’t you go in there to meet him? We can start as soon as you two are ready, everything’s set in here.” Steve nodded his thanks, and turned, following the sound of running water, to head to the bathroom. In the dressing area, two chairs had been placed ready. One was labelled “Jamie” and already had some clothes piled on it. The other one of course was labelled “Steve.” He quickly shed his clothes and shoes, and then pushed the door open. “Close the damn door!” The guy in the shower had a pleasant light-toned voice, although it carried an edge of asperity at the moment. He hadn’t turned or looked, and Steve couldn’t see clearly through the steamed up glass doors, but he’d liked that voice. He closed the bathroom door quickly. Giving his cock a few quick jerks to start things going, he slid the glass door open and climbed in. The first thing he realized right away was that he towered over the guy who was going to be his scene partner. The second was that the guy had a brilliant smile lighting up his face. “Hi, there. You must be Steve. I’m Jamie, although my screen name is Jamie Twink.” Appropriately, they exchanged greetings by shaking each other’s cocks. Jamie’s hand barely went around Steve’s massive shaft. Steve had to chuckle. He wasn’t a tall man himself, about five foot eleven, but this little guy barely came up to his shoulder. It was all in proportion, too. He plainly had the build of a man, but on a small scale, somewhat like a miniature poodle next to a full-size version. Steve stared at him, feeling his cock getting hard at the idea of fucking such a tiny little ass. “You really expect to take this big cock into your butt?” “Oh, yeah. I’ve taken big ones before. I make a lot of noise like it’s hurting me, but the truth is I love getting myself stretched that way. You can work me hard, I won’t crack or break. Here, let me start soaping you up and I’ll show you what I mean.” They spent the next couple of minutes soaping and rinsing each other, and then Jamie grabbed a small bottle of lube which he’d brought into the shower with him. He squirted some on his hand, rubbed it over Steve’s cock, then used it to grease up his hole. Steve would have sworn that there was no way his huge dick was ever going to fit into that tiny ass, but Jamie turned around, grabbed Steve’s tool, planted it right against his hole, and backed up – and with almost no delay the head popped in and immediately started going deeper. “See what I mean? The rest of it, all the reluctance and I-can’t-take-that-thing, it’s all for show. It’ll be fine. You’ll probably have to rough me up a bit. Paul will explain it to you. Come on, let’s get out there and get to work.” Paul explained to Steve how he wanted him to play the scene, making it plain that he was not actually meant to rape Jamie, but only to overcome his reluctance. Steve nodded in agreement, and Paul went on to explain how they would take frequent stops to change positions, to take a breather and get a drink of water, to refresh his erection, to exchange the cameras’ battery packs, and so on. And finally, he stressed the importance of letting them know when he was about to cum so they could get the cameras into the right positions to catch that all-important scene. It was the first time – but by no means the last – that Steve heard the term “money shot.” And he knew that Paul was counting on him delivering an epic money shot, a money shot for the ages, just as he had on their night together. It was his monster orgasms that had persuaded Paul to offer him a film gig. Steve was ready. He’d even avoided cumming for four days before hand to save it up for the Big Moment. Steve quietly whispered to Jamie, “Okay with you if I cum inside you?” “Are you kidding? Paul will have a fit!” “Don’t worry. I can usually pump ten, even twelve separate squirts. I’ll give you a few, pull out and spray some over you, and then shove back in and finish off.” “Sounds amazing. Go for it!” The lights came on, the room went quiet, the people not directly involved retreated into the other room of the suite, and the filming began. Steve was pleasantly surprised to realize, after it was all over, that he had forgotten all about the cameras as soon as he’d gotten down to work. Jamie was such an unusual partner, so unlike anyone he’d ever done before, and he always loved novelty. The novelty kicked in right away when Steve found, for the first time ever, that he was having to bend way down to make out with his partner. Jamie was a very responsive partner, too, reacting to everything Steve did, and especially to his every move once his big cock got in on the action. Jamie had done a great job of sucking him, even managing to get within a couple of inches of taking the whole thing. Steve felt sure that this little guy’s jaw must come completely unhinged when he was sucking. There was a short break, then, before they proceeded to move to the bedroom. Steve had a little inspiration which they hadn’t discussed ahead of time. He swept Jamie up in his arms, just like an old-school bride, and carried him over to the bed in four long strides before dropping him onto the sheets and climbing up to loom over him. Jamie played his reluctance to take Steve’s cock really well, and Steve responded as requested by rolling him over and plunging his face into that tiny ass. He ate and slurped and poked and prodded for all he was worth, making his rimming become fierce and forceful. Jamie responded with a whole range of moans and whimpers and little cries of “I don’t know if I can take it.” He said that one last time as Steve moved up above him and planted the tip into that tight crack. “Yes, you can,” Steve said, bluntly, and pressed forward. The hole was no longer easy to enter. Jamie was a true expert at this, forcing him to push harder, to work at it, to earn his way into the ass he’d entered so easily in the shower. All the time, he kept up his moaning, “It’s too big, you’ll never get it into me.” “Yes, I will – now!” With a single hefty shove, Steve overcame the reluctance and entered Jamie’s talented hole. Jamie let out a loud cry of pain and then whimpered on and on. Steve took him at his word and kept pushing forward and downward. But there was some resistance. He pulled out, flipped over onto his back and said, “Climb on and ride me, boy!” Jamie did as he was told, sitting down on Steve’s huge cock with his face turned towards Steve’s feet – and the cameras. He still had to work at it a bit longer, but finally he hit bottom. Steve could see one of the crew shaking his head in disbelief even as he kept filming the scene. When he finally got to see the footage, much later, he had to agree that the sight was pretty unbelievable. Jamie’s hole was spread so widely that it looked almost as if he had a third leg, except that the third leg was moving with a mind of its own. For a minute or two, Jamie held still and let Steve do the work, forcing his cock up and in, and then drawing it down and out. That freed Jamie to concentrate on his detailed acting out of how painful it all was. There was another break then, for the cameras to switch battery packs, and to give Jamie’s widely-stretched hole a bit of a breather. Steve pulled him down and cuddled with him, asking quietly, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Jamie was actually touched. Steve was only the second top in his long experience who had bothered to check in with him in this way. He whispered back, “Yeah, I’m surviving. It’s harder than I thought it would be but I’m sure it’s not damaging anything.” Steve hugged and kissed him, and they laid back and relaxed until the crew were ready to go on. Jamie took a quick minute to suck Steve’s cock back up to the mark, and then he mounted up facing the other way, so he was looking down at Steve while the cameras zeroed in on his tormented ass. After a few minutes of that, and another minute of Steve ramming him at high speed from below, Jamie climbed off, and Steve pushed him down onto his back. Jamie obediently lifted his legs, allowing Steve to sink back into him in missionary, face to face. Steve began pumping, then paused and said quietly, “I’m going to cum soon.” The cameramen prepared for it. Then he hit the gas pedal, fucking Jamie hard and fast and deep, while Jamie continued gasping and moaning. After a minute of this high-speed treatment, he knew it was time. “Gonna cum…,” he grunted out. His hips were flying almost faster than the cameras could register. Then he slammed down hard, pinning Jamie under him, and gave a guttural yell. After a couple more quick jabs, he pulled out and the cameras zeroed in and caught the fountain of cum jetting out of his cock head. After four shots, he shoved it back in, but this time left enough of the shaft outside that the camera could capture the repeated contractions of the tube up the underside of the shaft. Finally, his strength gave out and he fell down across Jamie’s small body, gasping for air. It had definitely been a money shot for the ages. He started kissing Jamie again, bringing a note of quiet affection into the scene. The senior cameraman yelled, “Cut,” the cameras and lights went off, and the guys finally were able to roll apart. Paul came back into the room, having watched the scene from a non-filming camera feed. “Guys, that was awesome. I think this one scene will double the audience for this film when it’s ready.” Steve was feeling a touch smug about the success of his planned money shot, but he took care not to show it, only saying, “Thank you, Paul” in a very sincere tone. But Paul went there. “Okay, trade secret, Steve. How the hell do you do it with those cum shots? Most of our models strain and struggle to produce just a few drops. What is your secret?” Steve thought for a moment. “Well, plenty of sleep, good diet, lots of exercise….” “Cut the bullshit!” “… and most of all because I swore off for the last four nights. Didn’t touch it myself, didn’t let anyone else touch it. I do that every week for the bar anyway, and rarely let anyone take me home except on Saturday nights.” “Well, that worked, in spades!” He thumped Steve’s shoulder in congratulations, and then – and only then – Steve permitted the touch of smugness to show in his face. A couple of hours later, he was heading for the airport to fly back home on the red-eye, with his pay packet in his pocket and a substantial extra tip which Paul had slipped him on the side. It had been a profitable two-day trip. He’d also exchanged numbers with Jamie. He liked the little guy, and he liked the idea of having someone experienced in the industry to whom he could turn with questions and get reliable answers. Even on the strength of this one experience, he knew that he would want to do more film work. Within six months, he had done two more videos for Paul. But then, he wanted to branch out. Paul kept wanting him to do twinks, and he would welcome a chance to do scenes with older guys, his own personal preference. He asked Jamie, and Jamie confirmed that he was free to come and go as he pleased, providing he hadn’t signed an exclusive with Paul’s company. He hadn’t, and he didn’t intend to. Steve’s fourth film really broke the mold in one sense, and that was that he was now appearing with a man who was about ten years older than he was, but still stunning to the eye. But there was another dramatic step forward which stood outside of the actual filmed scene. It was the manager of this company that brought up one issue which Paul hadn’t bothered to approach. “Steve, you need to get yourself a screen name. ‘Big Steve’ just isn’t that overwhelming. You need a name, and you need to develop a screen persona to go with it. That scene you did with Jamie Twink, it was really good, but the ending veered too close to sweet. On a guy with your killer dick, that just doesn’t go. So you need a name, and it should say something stronger about that ramrod in your crotch than just ‘big’.” Steve thought for a moment. “Ramrod? Hmm. What about… Rod Rammer?” And thus a real legend of the gay porn industry was born. Within a year, Steve was making seven or eight films a year, and the process had worked the other way around to what Paul had tried to do. Now, the bar in New York and the other venues where he danced from time to time were billing him as “Rod Rammer.” Big Steve had been left by the wayside. With the new name came a new screen personality – more forceful, more demanding, more of the man-in-charge, and with a speaking style to match. His stage performances had shifted in tone, too – no more inviting people to touch him, but instead he shoved it in their faces with a look that dared them to do it. The audience reactions shifted noticeably right along with that change. About a year after he became Rod Rammer, he was lined up for a shoot with two other guys – two tops on one bottom. Steve was actually the “senior” top in this one – his top partner was barely twenty years old, although he displayed a formidable maturity of manner which made him seem much older. Jamie would later explain to him that this guy, name of Daniel, had come from Hawaii to the mainland two years earlier, had been introduced into the porn world by a manipulative jerk of a producer who’d also taken him in as a boy toy, and he had just broken free from that entanglement. The film he made with Steve was actually his first outing since that abrupt change of direction, and the muscular young man with the deep Hawaiian skin tone had opted to call himself “the Hawaiian Nine” – that being his cock size. Right from the start, when he’d watched Daniel at work in a duo scene, Steve enjoyed filming with him because they shared a completely professional dedication to the work at hand. The real shock of the shoot came when they assembled for the filming, and Steve walked into the huge walk-in shower in the backer’s house to be greeted by his fellow Nova Scotian escapee, Ryan. “So this is what your little escape plan was that you hinted at.” “Yeah, you found me out. I was actually working in Europe for a while, that’s probably why you didn’t know. I knew about you. I’d seen so many breathless accounts of this guy with the monster dick that looked almost too big for him, and I knew exactly who they meant, even before I saw any of your films. But I didn’t know I’d be working with you today.” “Wait till you see who else you’re going to be working with.” Just then Daniel came in, naked, and with his erect cock leading the way, and Ryan’s jaw dropped. Steve was a sexy guy in his own way, but this Hawaiian hunk was a fucking eyeful, a walking wet dream. Ryan fell headlong into lust, and his heart came right along for the ride. Steve was laughing inwardly at how quickly the articulate, in-your-face Ryan reverted to the awkward, shy, tongue-tied teenager he had once been. He was too kind-hearted to laugh outwardly, but it was hard not to start giggling as the Nova Scotia redhead made goo-goo eyes at the handsome Hawaiian hunk – who remained completely oblivious to him until it was time to begin the shoot. Steve demonstrated how readily Ryan’s ass could accommodate his thirteen enormous inches and Daniel nodded silently. Then they switched off the water and dried off to get to work. Thanks to his rigid face, Daniel managed to come across as taciturn to the point of rudeness, but Steve saw through it enough to sense that this guy was protecting himself. From what? He wasn’t precisely sure, but the Hawaiian Nine definitely had his defences up. The door was shut, the curtains drawn, the drawbridge of the castle was raised – and nobody, but nobody, was getting in. Poor Ryan hadn’t sensed any of that at all, and his hopeful puppy expression just got sadder and more woebegone – until Steve took him aside for a quiet little one-on-one chat. “Ryan, you’ve got to snap out of it.” “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the Hawaiian Nine, and the way you’re following him around like a dog in the pound hoping he’s going to adopt you.” “That’s harsh.” “Yes, it is. But you’re going to trash the entire scene if you go into it looking like that. It’s plain as day that he’s not letting anyone get close to him at all, anyway.” “I guess you’re right.” “Well, naturally. I have been around a year longer than you. And anyway, he’s the youngest of the three of us, and by a fair margin. So just cool it and let’s do what the producer’s paying us to do – and do it the way we discussed.” Ryan nodded, Steve gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, and they stepped up, ready to work. Steve started off by kissing Ryan for a few moments, in a forceful and demanding way. When Ryan reached for his erect cock, he batted the hand away and got up on the bed, kneeling in an upright position. “You want it? Come and get it.” Ryan climbed onto the bed, too, and proceeded to work on Steve’s cock with his mouth, slowly going deeper and deeper. Steve clamped his hands onto Ryan’s head to keep him focused. Then Daniel got on the bed as well and began making out with Steve so that his hard nine inches was bumping against the side of Ryan’s face. Ryan took the hint and began sucking on Daniel. As the two men continued making out, Ryan was going back and forth from one cock to the other until both were glistening wet. Daniel upped the stakes by pulling his cock away and getting down behind Ryan to spread his round ass cheeks apart. Steve pulled Ryan into an upright position so he could make out with Ryan, while Daniel went right to town eating Ryan’s ass. By now, Ryan was moaning and making little “oh, ooh, oh” cries while Daniel worked on him. Steve shut him up by clamping his mouth even more firmly onto Ryan’s face, working hard with tongue and lips to keep him quiet. But he had to let go and allow Ryan some room to breathe when Daniel knelt up behind him and began to force the nine-inch poker between his legs into Ryan’s hole. As usual, Ryan made him work for it, and Daniel nodded in satisfaction at how thorough his bottom was being. As Daniel worked his way in, Steve pulled Ryan down by the shoulders and shoved his cock down the willing bottom’s throat. All three of them had done spit-roasts before, but there was an extra something in the air with this one that made it incredibly hot and gripping. Perhaps it was the size of the two cocks entering Ryan from either end – a size which made it entirely believable that there could be a single continuous spit running right through his body and holding him in place as these two top studs roasted him over their hot fires. When it was time for Ryan to take DP, Daniel silently let him sit on Steve, before coming in from behind to slide into Ryan’s hole. The two of them took turns to pump his straining ass, sliding in and out several times, turn and turn about. Steve was moving a little more cautiously, knowing that at his size there was little margin for error. Daniel was the more forceful, slamming hard into Ryan’s ass with a loud smack on every thrust. The cameras recorded plenty of footage of the two huge tools lodged inside Ryan at the same time, as the two top studs fucked him. They also got some good shots of Ryan’s face, features contorted in a blend of ecstasy and anguish. It was too good to last forever, and it was Daniel who first signalled that he was about to cum. He pulled out to shoot, spraying a more-than-respectable load over Ryan’s back, and then leaned back to sit on his muscular thighs while Steve finished off with his signature three-stage cum shot – a few quick spurts inside, pull out and shoot a few on the bottom’s ass, and then shove it back in to finish the job – and that final shove triggered Ryan’s sizable climax as well. Daniel’s eyebrows went up a bit at this virtuoso demonstration, but that was almost the only sign of emotion he displayed. Afterwards, as they showered off, Daniel asked Steve, “Any special trick to make yourself cum that hard and long?” Steve explained his four-days-off method, and Daniel nodded his understanding. End of conversation. As the filming proceeded, Steve had noticed something else. Daniel had definitely seen what Ryan was feeling and was managing to work his way around every time into a position where he didn’t have to meet Ryan’s eyes. He said as much to Ryan as Daniel was leaving them. Ryan watched for Daniel’s line of sight as the three of them came together again in the walk-in shower. “See what I mean?” Steve asked Ryan, as they towelled off after Daniel had left the bathroom. Ryan nodded. When they came out, Daniel hadn’t gone. He was engaged in an earnest conversation with the producer, Giovanni, a smiley rotund guy who looked like Chef Boyardee on a day off from the kitchens. Giovanni waved them over, thanked Ryan for his work, handed him the envelope, and asked him kindly to go as they had another matter to discuss. “Okay, then, I’m off.” Ryan’s resemblance to a hopeful puppy was back full strength. Steve embraced him warmly. “Great to work with you again, buddy! And remember what I said.” Ryan nodded. Daniel gave him a formal handshake. “Good to meet you.” This in a completely neutral tone of voice. “Likewise.” Ryan had finally switched off his please-love-me eyes. Steve breathed an inward sigh of relief. Once Ryan had gone, Giovanni said, “Daniel has an intriguing suggestion. I think it could be a big hit for the two of you and for the company. Tell him.” Daniel’s voice and face became a bit more animated. “Giovanni’s never done a location shoot, but I think we could do some good stuff if we go to a beach place in Mexico or Central America. I figured we could each do a scene with a bottom, and then finish off by doing a twosome together, where you get to fuck me.” Steve reluctantly put aside the momentary pipe dream of a flip-fuck – it wouldn’t fit into Rod Rammer’s personality at all. “Sounds like a great idea. Do it during the winter when a getaway to the tropics will do us all the most good. Give the whole film a party weekend theme, throw in one or two more matchups, and have our duo as the last scene.” “Definitely – good plan. Giovanni?” “The ace in the hole is to see Rod Rammer fuck the Hawaiian Nine. Daniel, you’ve never bottomed on screen before.” “Not to worry. For a couple of years there, I had to do more than my fair share of bottoming for Stewart. It’s well broken in.” Giovanni reached out and grabbed Steve’s basket. “Well enough broken in for this whopper?” For the first time, Daniel smiled, a small, tight smile but a smile nonetheless. “We might need a practice session.” That made all three of them laugh out loud. Before the grand plan had a chance to get off the ground, Steve got a phone call one day from Giovanni’s “personal assistant” (read: “personal assistant/houseboy/boytoy”): “Steve, I’ve got some serious news for you. Giovanni died last night of a massive heart attack. Of course, all plans are on hold. There’s a lot of documents to check through, but it looks as if the company is going to have to be closed down so the assets can be sold.” “Pietro, I’m sorry to hear that. It must be a tough time for you. Big hugs, buddy.” Pietro sighed. “I’ll be all right. My mom used to call me “the human cat” because no matter what happened to me, I always managed to land on my feet. I’ll do it again.” “Well, best of luck to you.” It was obvious that Pietro’s relationship with Giovanni had been more one of practical convenience and financial support than of any actual affection. But Steve had already suspected that. Less than a week later, he got a call from a number that showed up on call display as “D.N.H.9” That label intrigued him enough to pick up. “Hello, Rod Rammer speaking.” The voice on the other end gave a dry chuckle. “How thorough of you. Steve, this is Daniel. You know, the Hawaiian Nine. I’ve got a business idea I’d like to talk over with you. Can you meet me?” “You’re in L.A., aren’t you? I’m in New York. Best I can do is that I’m coming west for a shoot in two weeks. I could meet you then.” “That’ll be fine.” And when the details were all settled, the call ended. Steve belatedly realized that he could puzzle out ¾ of that call display label but had no idea what the “N” stood for. When he did get to see Daniel, he was quickly introduced to the Hawaiian Nine’s idea of forming his own porn production studio under his own name. Steve quickly interjected at this point, saying, “It’s been done before and flopped every time. How are you going to avoid the trap?” Daniel answered with cool assurance. “I’m going to do everything the right way – top-notch camera and production work, and models at the top of their game who act and perform like professionals. And definitely no “gay for pay” straight guys. You can spot them a mile away. The slackers will say it’s like a dictatorship, but I want to work only with people who are proud of what they do and know how to give 110% at all times. People like you, in fact.” “It sounds promising. Money?” “I have a backer. He’s seeing a potential profit, but he’s also – well, let’s just say he’s ‘hopeful’.” Steve laughed at that. Daniel directed a look at him which he interpreted to mean that laughter was not welcome, as it detracted from serious business. “And where exactly do I come in?” Steve had, in fact, already guessed what Daniel wanted from him. As events proved, his guess was one hundred percent on the bulls-eye.

Dave was loving the feeling of being rimmed, it was driving him to convulse and writh in pleasure, he had never felt anything like this before. Sensing that he was moving too much Tommo tightened his grip on Dave to hold him in place, " hmmm I think he's liking that Niall, keep moistening up that hole". With that Niall pulled Dave's cheeks further apart and sent his tongue deeper into the boy's orifice. When the tongue withdrew Dave had a mixed feeling of relief but emptiness, but not for long, something else began to enter him. "Huh?, what's that?" Dave asked in a slightly panicked tone. "Shsssh, don't worry" Niall started, "Trust me lad, you'll enjoy this. Myself and Tommo are going to take good care of you and make sure you have a good time this evening". As he said this his middle finger had been eased into Dave, slowly making it's way into the apprentice, back and forth, lubricated by Niall's own saliva. Dave tried to protest but his words were muffled as Tommo pulled the lad back into a passionate kiss. "See lad, me and Tom just want you to have fun." Dave's head was spinning, he loved the feeling of all the attention his body was receiving, his heart was pounding. The room was roasting at this point and all three men were beginning to sweat. All of a sudden Niall withdrew his finger and Tommo realeased Dave from his embrace. Dave was pulled into a sitting position by Niall who pulled Dave into another kiss before he could fully register what was happening. Tommo had gotten off the couch and fired up the pipe again. He signalled to Niall who stopped sucking on Dave's face and turned him to Tommo who proceeded to shotgun the boy again. Both men had an unspoken understanding at this point, the young apprentice needed to be fully spun out to ensure he'd cooperate with them. As they continued to take hits from the pipe Dave's hand once again moved down to his flacid crotch. "Don't stress about that man, can happen with T" Niall reassured him, "relax, we'll help sort ya". Niall's hands soon started to move over Dave's torso before coming to his nipples. Taking one between his thumb and index finger Niall pinched and twisted the boy's tit. A moan of pleasure escaped Dave as Tommo blew a huge blast of smoke into the apprentice's mouth, this time pinching his nose shut. Dave was instructed to hold this blast in as long as he could before coughing out an enormous cloud. Dave's head felt light, his senses overwhelmed, the older men's rough hands wandering all over his upper body. The young apprentice suddenly became aware that the atmosphere had shifted. As he sat on the couch Niall stood up in front of Dave, his erection staring Dave straight in the face. Instinctively Dave placed a hand around his boss' shaft as Tommo's hand rubbed his back, bit by bit making it's way to the back of Dave's head. "Go on boy" Tommo began in a whispered tone, "take a taste of the boss man, show him how much you appreciate everything he's done for you". Tom's hand carefully pushed Dave's face toward the fleshy man meat in front of him. Dave opened his mouth and accepted what Niall was now giving him. Dave's mind was racing, "what the fuck?" he thought to himself. Here he was sucking on his boss' cock, it tasted musky, still slightly damp from the shower but clearly sweaty too. "So Niall, how's he doing?", "Well Tommy, the boy's not bad at all, well worth the hire". Both men continued discussing Dave as if he weren't there but it didn't bother him. The conversation and evaluation of Dave's deep throating skills continued, even as Niall and Tommo swapped places, Tommo's cock replacing Niall's. Dave had an urge to please the older men, when they praised his skills it gave him a satisfaction he didn't know he needed. "Mmmm yes", Tommo was saying to him "good boy, you know exactly what you're doing don't ya lad. I knew those were some cock sucking lips the minute I saw them." Tommo pulled Dave to his feet and once again began to kiss him, moving his hands to the younger lad's nipples, playing with them. Dave followed suit, taking one of Tommo's nipples in hand but his other found itself at Tommo's cock, stroking it. Meanwhile, behind him, Niall grabbed hold of Dave's hips, pulling the boy's ass to his face. He started tounging the lad's hole again before prying the cheeks apart and re-entering with a finger. Dave, higher than last time, welcomed the invasion as Niall's finger started to slip in and out with more ease. Niall could see Dave was game and over the next couple of minutes introduced a second finger, then a third, widening his apprentice up in anticipation of mounting the sexy young man and popping his cherry.

Chapter 2 – He Decides In Chapter 1, I tell about a role-play session with Doug, a long-term buddy of mine. We’ve fulfilled each other’s fantasies a lot, and he wanted to have me serve him as a slave for the day. He’s had me do some chores, including getting the playroom ready for us. Now, I’m in the sling while he has his way with my body. Doug’s hand felt great inside my ass. My ass had just swallowed his hand up to the wrist, but we both knew that there was more width and more depth to come. He slowly rotated his hand inside my hole to let me feel the best stretch possible. He used the widest part of his hand to expand my hole and get it ready for what was to come. My ass was, quite literally, in his hands. Per our agreement, he could do whatever he wanted so long as he stayed within the parameters we agreed to earlier. We also had a safe word (“pomegranate”) if things got too out of control, but I didn’t think we’d need it. Doug started to pull his hand back and forth, keeping it inside my ass but letting me feel the motions. Next, he pulled all the way out to apply more lube. I noticed that he lubed his arm all the way up to his elbow. We had never gotten that deep before but today might be the day when he could give me his whole arm. When he entered my ass again, he went deeper than before. He knows my ass well, so he was familiar with the route through it. First, he went in and kept moving steadily forward, but he knew he’d need to turn to the right and move up a bit when he wanted to get to (and through) my second hole. He slowly and comfortably navigated the terrain of my ass. Before breaching my second sphincter, he pulled his hand back out. When he saw me look down in surprise, and probably a little bit of disappointment, that he didn’t go deeper, he growled, “I decide what happens to your ass and when it happens.” Fuck yeah, this was going to be a hot scene. Doug applied more lube to his hands and arms, letting me watch as he calmly greased his arm up to his elbow. He was watching me watching him, and it seemed to get him excited. I kept quiet since a good slave only speaks when spoken to. But my ass was speaking volumes as my hole pulsed with excitement at what was going to happen. Once Doug had applied sufficient lube, he again sat down on the stool at the foot of the sling and fingered my hole. He was using both hands this time and got all four fingers from both hands inside me. Beyond the stretch that provided, he would spread his hands apart from time to time, expanding my hole to accommodate something with substantial girth. Without warning, Doug removed one hand and shoved the other into my ass. This time, he went in quickly and navigated the terrain from a point of knowledge. He was soon at my second sphincter, which he massaged with his fingers, encouraging it to open up for him. He got my muscles to relax and open my inner hole. Feeling his fingers enter my colon was an amazing sensation, and I groaned with delight. Doug looked up sharply at me and said, “This is for my pleasure, not yours.” I nodded in agreement and silently vowed to hold back on my display of enjoyment throughout this session. Doug was probing around inside me, feeling up my inner walls and making me squirm in delight. Even though I was feeling wonderful sensations, I did not express my feelings about this since I was simply an ass for my master to explore. Doug slowly withdrew from my inner cavity and now rested his hand just inside my hole. He was feeling around with his fingers here, knowing that he was brushing across my prostate and sending indescribable vibrations throughout my body. But, again, I kept silent about my enjoyment of his ministrations. He did prompt my cock to ooze precum while he was massaging me. When he saw that, he leaned over and pulled my cock out of the jockstrap and into his mouth. Then he told me to clean up the liquid on my stomach. I obeyed, like a good slave, and used my fingers to wipe the precum off my body. Of course, I licked my fingers after each swipe through the fluid to taste the salty and sweet goodness that had oozed out of my cock. He put the pouch back over my cock. Next, Doug stood up and braced his arm against his stomach. “Fuck yourself on my arm,” he demanded. I was happy to comply. One of the best things about getting my ass worked over in a sling is that I can sometimes control the fuck. By bracing my feet on the frame, I began to rock myself back and forth, riding Doug’s arm. I really got into it and started to do some larger and faster swings. Doug was enjoying this, so it still felt like I was in a submissive position to him. Doug growled, “Stop,” when his hand was very deep inside me. I held my position and felt his hand move slightly within my ass. Each small movement translated to something bigger while he was inside me. He started some more movements and allowed me to relax back into the sling. Man, a sling is so great for fisting since it lets the guy being fisted recline back with his ass opened up, and it makes it easy on the top guy since he can use the swing of the sling to help with penetration. Of course, the bottom can also exert some control in the sling by bracing his feet and managing the swing. Now, Doug was fisting me deep. He was in past my second hole on each inward stroke and then would pull out almost all the way on the backstroke. It felt amazing. “Do you want some poppers, slave?” Doug asked. I nodded, but he said, “Open them up for me. You can do them when I tell you to do them.” I picked up the bottle, opened it up, and helped my master inhale the fumes as he leaned forward. He nodded when he was done, and, like a good slave, I recapped the bottle and put it down. The poppers unleashed a new Doug. He did pull all the way out and then pressed his fisted hand against my hole. With pressure from him and the resistance from my weight in the sling, my hole wrapped itself around his fist. Once he was inside me, he kept pushing forward, still with his hand in a fist. He was turning it left and right as he went, and I could feel his knuckles deep inside me. When he got as deep as he wanted to go, he pulled back out and did it all over again, but with more speed this time. His eyes showed his obvious pleasure in pummeling my ass like this, and I was enjoying it too. When he finished pounding my ass, he pulled his hand back out. “I think it’s time for another bump,” Doug said. Even though I was already spun, as a slave, I could not refuse. He picked out a nice size shard and inserted it into my ass with a curled finger. He placed it deep, and I felt the familiar burn as it started to melt. I also knew I would feel the effects in a few minutes. A bump is always interesting since it’s a slower ramp-up than blowing clouds, but the feelings are way more intense. A bump makes me even more of an ass slut than I usually am. Doug walked away after giving me the bump and having me drink some sports drink. I guess he wanted me to feel the rising horniness, and then he would come back to fulfill my needs. He was gone for quite a while. Of course, this wasn’t about fulfilling my needs so much as it was about him exerting control over his slave. Having me spun and horny as fuck in the sling with nothing to do about it must be part of his plan. There were no dildos within reach, but my hands were certainly available to play with my hole. I used my hands to fondle and spread open my hole. I’ve never been able to fist myself (and I respect the lucky bastards who can!), but I could work on opening my ass more than it already was. I was so wrapped up playing in my hole that I didn’t hear Doug return. “Fucking pig, playing in his own hole. That hole is mine!” he growled. I was happy to hear that and pleased to know that he had more plans for my ass. Of course, I also removed my hands from my ass since that belonged to my master. This time, he came in with a huge dildo that I hadn’t seen when I organized the room. It was long and black and had a huge, tapered head on it. “This is my Goose”, Doug told me. “You’re about to feel all of it.” This was a seriously big toy. I’ve taken some large ones, but it’s usually after a lot of ass play to open me up. Since he took his fist out and gave me the bump, the only work that my hole had gotten was the stretching that I did. I guess it was good that I stretched it because it was about to be massively expanded. Doug placed the tip of the toy at my entrance. He prodded inside a bit but could only get a small amount in before he encountered resistance. I knew that he wasn’t giving up until the dildo was inside me, so I tried to relax and open my ass for his ministrations. Doug kept at it, slowly poking the toy into my ass and then taking it back out. He was massaging and prodding at my ass with one of his hands since the other was holding the toy. It was so long that he needed to use both hands when he tried to insert it. His hands, the toy, and my ass were slathered with lube. He was working at getting my ass to open up enough to take the dildo. Between the work of his hand and the repeated insertions of the Goose, he told me that he thought I could take it on the next attempt. He kindly suggested a small poppers hit to help me relax and open. Then, he put the toy at my hole and started to push. Fuck, this felt massive! I was sure it must be all the way in when he said, “That’s about half of the head.” Holy hell, this thing was humungous. But, with just one more push from him, coupled with some pushing out from me, the head slid in and was quickly followed by a good bit of the neck. “We’re not going all the way in with this,” he reassured me. Then, he twisted the Goose just a little bit. My cock reacted by spewing out a load of cum into my jock. I still had on the orange jock, and the pouch had been pretty saturated with precum before this, but it was now soaked. “That needs to come off,” Doug snarled. I rose up a little on the sling so that I could slip the jock off, and the dildo in my ass moved again, causing me to gasp in delight. Dough laughed and helped me slide the jockstrap off. It had to go over the dildo and then was caught up on his arm. He seemed to be ok with that. Now, my cock was fully on display. It was shrunken down from the T but was also covered in a slime of cum and other fluids. Doug took it into his mouth to clean it off. The toy was still in my ass, and those small movements from him were like seismic vibrations in my ass. Doug sat back and told me he would pull the toy out. I knew what it took to get it in, so I knew what to expect when it came out. He pulled back slowly since a toy this massive develops some suction in an ass. Once it cleared the thickest part, my ass ejected the toy of its own accord. Doug caught it and put it back inside me. He did this several more times. “Fuck, your hole is gaping open now,” he exclaimed. After that beast, I’m sure that it was. He fingered my ass with care since he knew that it had been through a lot. “I’m giving you some time off, slave,” he said. With that, he helped me out of the sling and over to the bed. Before I could get comfortable, he handed me my jock and said, “Suck your cum out of this, slave.” I was happy to comply.

swallowing since I was young

So, this Holy Sunday I went to the sauna by myself as I usually do. My husband is too shy and needs to be drunk to let loose, and since this was during the day he was never in the mood. I arrived about 30 minutes after opening and it was already packed. Lovely! I’m going to have some fun! I started as I usually do by showering and then went back to my locker to pick up the little bag of lube and poppers that I always bring. My first stop is always the steam sauna. It’s so nice to just heat up a bit before exploring the rest of the place. It’s also a great place for anonymous fucking since it’s completely dark in there. As soon as I stepped inside the doors, I took a squirt of lube and gave myself a good fingering to loosen up in case someone would want to stick something nicer in there, then I started stroking to give myself a chubby. Showing off my rather large cock is usually a good way to get some attention. I stood leaning against the wall waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, watching men of all types walking by while I was pulling on my meat. I had my towel over my shoulder as opposed to most people who had it wrapped tightly around their waists. Eventually I could make out shapes of bodies moving around in the darkness, and I headed into the innermost darkness of the steam room. It was a small room, completely tiled with built-in benches around the walls, perfect to kneel on. Warm, wet, sweaty bodies were pushing by and sliding against mine and I was in heaven, hard as a fucking rock. It was really crowded, and I soon felt a big hard cock pressed against my side. I grabbed it with my right hand, not caring about the man attached to it, turned my ass towards it and guided it in between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole. The owner of the cock started pressing harder against me and the head of his cock slipped in. It was definitely a thick one, I could tell by the way the head alone was stretching me open. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock, grabbed my hips and forcefully showed the entire thing inside me. I was NOT ready for that, FUCK it hurt! He must've sensed my discomfort, because he held still inside me for a while to let me catch my breath. Very nice of him. I could feel a bit of a belly on him, pushing against my lower back. I pulled out my poppers and took a big hit and held it until I could feel myself relaxing. He pushed me up against a wall with a bench so I could lean forward and lift my knee up on the bench, giving him even better access to my hole. He started fucking me with long slow strokes and it was really starting to feel amazing. After a few minutes he was picking up speed and I heard the telltale forced breathing of a man about to explode. He grabbed my throat from behind and pulled me up and kissed my neck. He was bearded, I could feel it against my neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and said: - "You want my cum?" - "YES!", I responded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. He gave me a few last hard poundings and started shooting the first load of the day, deep into my guts. Then he pulled out quickly and disappeared, not giving me any chance to turn around and see who he was. Out of breath I clenched my ass, turned around and sat down on the bench to regain composure. Fuck, that was good! I love not having the faintest idea who's cum is inside me. Sitting down, my cock still hard as rock, I looked up and laid eyes on one of the most perfect men I've ever seen. He was standing just where a sliver of light shone in from the glass doors, and his muscular body and dark brown skin was shimmering. He could've been picked right from an American high school sports movie, being the handsome black quarterback of the school team, the one that all the girls wanted to be with, and all the boys wanted to be. Now he was in front of me, in a crowded steam room, trying to make his way into the darkness where I was sitting. He came closer and stood with his back against the wall, I stood up next to him and "accidentally" brushed my hard cock against his thigh. It made him flinch, apparently his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but he grabbed it with his big hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his cock too, and it was absolutely huge, but still soft. A lot bigger than mine, BUT STILL SOFT. Apparently, he knew his way around this dark corner as he quickly pushed me to the side getting in position; bent over, on his knees, on the bench. Oh, he was a bottom! Never letting go of my cock he guided it towards his hole and pushed back, causing me to end up inside of him. It was velvety smooth, and I could feel it was well lubed as it enveloped the head of my cock, or maybe he had already taken a load or two. I started pushing in, he let go of my cock and I could soon feel his firm ass muscles pressing against my hips. I could not believe my luck. A fresh load in my ass and now this beautiful specimen of a man wrapped around my raw cock. I started fucking him, hearing him moan. I reached around his waist to feel all those awesome abs and moved up towards his huge pecs, giving his nipples a little tweak. I let my hands slide up to his armpits, feeling the trimmed hair brushing over my fingertips. I grabbed his arms, feeling his biceps, realizing my hands would be too small to be able to grab them. This was truly one of the most perfectly muscular men I've ever had the pleasure to feel. And I was inside him. Raw, as it should be. Other men were standing of both sides of us, feeling him up as well. My head was spinning; the steam, the poppers and the previous physical exercise was making me hot and tired, my cock was softening, and I needed a break, so I slipped out of him. Another man immediately took my place, and I was happy to see that this black Adonis didn't have a care in the world who was fucking him, as long as there was someone inside him. A good cum dump should always be like this. Somehow, I managed to squeeze myself down sitting on the bench next to him, I just didn't want to leave in case I got hard enough again to dump a load in him. The man fucking him groaned and apparently shot his load, then pulled out and was again immediately replaced by the next guy. This bottom was popular, and I could fully understand why. My hands started feeling his body again, and again ended up stroking the hair of his armpit. He noticed me and lifted his arm, giving me more access. I leaned in and started licking his nipple, to which he responded by grabbing my head and showing it right into his armpit, wheezing in my ear: - “Lick it!". Oh yes, I licked that sweaty muscular armpit like it was my last meal before execution. He moaned and I grabbed his cock and could feel it stiffen; having his pits licked was apparently as much of a turn on for him as it was for me licking them. He moaned, I moaned, the man fucking him moaned and I was furiously beating my meat, getting close to coming. - “Let me know if you're going to blow..." he whispered in my ear. - "Soon... Very soon... Ugh... Now!" He quickly pulled off the man fucking him, moved over, and impaled himself on my cock just as I started blasting my seed. Six or seven large spurts ended up inside him and I almost passed out. When my orgasm subsided, he expertly squeezed the last drops out of my cock as he slid off it and went back to standing position. The man who had previously fucked him quickly shoved back into the now very sloppy cum filled hole and resumed his movements. - "Thanks", he said, and I responded: - "My pleasure" and gave him a quick kiss before I pushed my way out of the dark, needing desperately to cool off. A quick rinse in the cool showers, a Gin & Tonic at the bar, and I was back to my load hunting.