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I'd always been fascinated by the bathhouse scene. Something about back to back anonymous hookups just gets my engine purring as a horny bottom. It had been awhile since I'd been to one but it also been a rough week. My BF just left me, and my usual fwb weren't around. I needed fucking and I needed it bad. Normally I liked to play bare in bed, but anytime I'd been to a bathhouse I always made the guys wrap up due to the sense of elevated risk. This time though, I had been fighting off a serious urge to take some loads deep. At this point in the story I am an experienced bareback bottom, neg despite years of risky play, and not on prep. I'm not sure why I never went on prep, other than sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us. So I made a pact with myself. I'd head down to the nearest bathhouse and leave the condoms at home. I wanted to take 12 loads total, ideally from at least 6 different guys. My record was 8 so this was only a small stretch but enough to make me work for it. I packed my bag and hopped the train. As soon as arrived I could tell it was going to be a fun night. It was Saturday so the place was packed. I checked in and went to find my locker. I could feel guys eyes on my tight little ass as I stripped and closed my locker. I returned the stares with a wink and headed off to find an open sling. I wanted to get a few loads under my belt right away to ease my anxiety. As soon as I got myself situated in a sling, three guys had already lined up to play. Off to a good start. The first guy came right up and started touching me and playing with my hole. "Love an unused hole. You want me safe or bare babe?" to which I replied "only bare please". He smiled and lubed up. Before long he was balls deep and fucking me hard while the other two watched. Without another word he shot his load deep in my willing cunt and pulled out. The second guy didn't hesitate to follow in the same fashion. The third guy was bigger than both of them and took his time with me, really pleasuring me as he fucked me deep and slow. We both came together and I could tell he shot a huge load in me. After he did he said he'd be right back. He returned a few moments later with a sharpie. "I want to help you keep track" he said as he wrote Load Count and struck 3 lines below it. I found this incredibly hot and said "lets make it 4 then". He gladly obliged and flooded my hole again, dutifully adding another strike to my thigh. He slipped the marker into a pocket in the strap of the sling, kissed me, and left. I decided it was time to move around so I got up, taking the marker with me, and headed in search of a nice cock to suck on to give my ass a small break. I quickly found a nice hung guy in a room with the door open who was jerking off alone. I quickly joined him and sank to my knees. He gladly released his hand from his cock and fed it to me. I could tell he was close so I wasted no time and made him shoot his load down my throat. Yum. "Find me later in a sling": I said and left. The evening was moving fast and my load count was only 1/3 there so I decided it was time to get back to it. I headed for the dark room, found a bench and got on, bending over and making my cunt available for whoever came along. After a few minutes I heard someone shuffle in and slowly his hands found me. Without ever saying a word, his hard cock found my hole and he slid right in, made easy by all the cum leaking out of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, came inside, and left without a word. Another cock followed in the same fashion. This one managed to grunt "fuck yeah you're a cum dump" before pulling out. I was incredibly turned on and hadn't cum since the sling. I needed more. I stumbled out into the hallway and took my trusty sharpie to myself, adding two more strikes. I wasn't counting mouth shots, so now I was up to 6 loads. As I did this, I noticed a tall strong looking guy watching me from the other side of the hallway. He had a long thick cock. I glanced him up and down noticeably enough for him to walk over and talk to me. As he got closer I noticed a biohazard tattoo above his hip. I knew what this was, and it wasn't what I was seeking. Nevertheless, he was very attractive and his cock was amazing. "Taking a few loads there, huh boy?" he said looking down at me. "Yes sir" I mumbled back, still gazing at his cock. "You want a few more?" he responded, cock twitching and rock hard. "I...um.." I stumbled over my words, looking at him, his cock, back to his tattoo, back to him. "I'm not on prep". "No? Hm, well maybe you're not ready for my toxic loads yet then, but I'm sure we will change that". With that he leaned in and kissed me hard, and grabbed my ass, then walked away saying "it's your choice". Looking down my cock was so hard. Fuck. Why did that turn me on so much? Now throbbing, I needed a distraction from that beautiful cock. Passing a few rooms, I finally found one that was open. Two guys were jerking each other off in a bed. I stepped in and offered myself "need a bottom boys?". They both nodded enthusiastically and got up to make room for me. They both fucked me missionary, taking turns tagging me with their bare cocks. Soon enough my count was up to 8 as I left the room with their loads dripping down my leg. In the hallways I passed mr biohazard again. Fuck I thought, my cock just twitched again and he definitely noticed as I blushed and looked away. I felt him look back as I passed and chuckled - probably at the amount of cum leaking out of my well used hole. I headed back to the sling, hoping to free my mind from this little trap and bump my count up as I was starting to get a little tired. Sure enough as I strapped in, and secured my sharpie back in its original place, another man was at the door staring at me and jerking himself off. I motioned him to come in. He walked up, staring at my leg and all the tallies counting up the loads I'd taken. "I love cum dumps" he said. "you want me to fuck you?". "please" i managed to moan back. "Good, I have been waiting for someone to let me breed them all day". He slid in easily. His cock was on the smaller side, but he had a good build and a cute face. And honestly after the ravaging I'd been taking a smaller cock was kind of a relief. He really got off on my sloppy but still tight enough little hole and shot his load quickly into me. A little disappointed, I was quickly relieved when he didn't pull out and started thrusting again - driving his first load deeper and then finally shooting a second one in me. "fuck yes, add your tallies please" I said as he pulled out. I could feel his fresh cum leaking out of me. He looked down as it splattered on the floor. "Shame, I wish more had stayed inside you. You're pretty full.". With that he got down on the ground and started eating me out, extracting all those loads with his tongue. It felt amazing. He came back up and planted a big cummy kiss on my lips. "Let's try that again" and as though he had endless stamina, he thrust his cock back in me again - fucking me slow and deep this time until he shot what felt like the biggest load yet deep inside. He pulled out, added another tick line to my thigh, kissed me, and left. 11 loads will have to do, I thought to myself. It wasn't going to get better than that. But I wanted to cum again, so I lingered in the sling for a few minutes, jerking myself off. Before I could cum I heard a voice at the door. "I guess you're ready for me now." I looked up to see mr biohazard, harder than before, standing in front of me. Fuck. My cock got even harder at the sight of him. "Let me help" he said, taking my cock into his hand. I returned the favor, I thought maybe I could satisfy him with a mutal jo and call it a day. As we played with each other he leaned in close, and said "I need to be inside you boy". Looking up at him I must have just looked like an utter slut. I opened my mouth, providing an invite, again hoping this would satisfy him. He took me up on it, pulling me forward so he could get his cock deep in my mouth. As I sucked him he started talking to me. "No point resisting me now boy. I just watched you take 3 poz loads from my friend Ben. He's even more toxic than I am. But I don't want him to have all the fun, I had called you first.". With his cock filling my mouth I couldn't say a word but panic clearly spread over my face. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I guess you have a choice now, huh? You can get out of here, get some pep and you probably won't convert. Or, you can stay, and enjoy this big cock burying itself deep in your fertile little hole. You can give in to my big poz loads. Heck if you do that, maybe I'll even go home with you and we can make a night of it. Yeah, I think you'd like that". My heart was racing as his words sunk in. I'd already taken 3 poz loads? As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he pushed me back and started to tease my hole with his cock. "What'll it be then boy?". My fear was quickly turning to ecstasy as he gently pushed the head of his cock into me. Looking over his shoulder I could see a few guys had gathered to watch, and one of them was the very guy who'd given me the sharpie. He caught my glance and said "Wow you're doing great on that load count, I didn't realize mine wouldn't be your only poz load of the night". FUCK. I'd been taking poz loads all night?! At this moment something in my brain snapped. I broke. All my mind could focus on was this huge hard cock begging to enter me, and that missing 12rh strike on my thigh. I looked up at him and just managed to choke out the words "just take me then". At this all he and the guys at the door went wild. "yeah boy, I knew you'd give it up" he just about shouted and with that he pushed in - all the way in - fucking deep inside me. I felt his balls hit my ass as I let out a loud moan and gasped "oh fuck yes". He went to town on me, fucking slow and deep and then by the end railing me harder than any guy yet. I felt him tense up and he leaned in close to growl "take my poz load" and shot an enormous rope of cum straight into my bare, unprotected cunt. As he did I exploded all over myself, lost in the waves of the orgasm he was burying in my guts. He kept his cock inside me for a minute, finally pulling out. As he did two of the guys who had been watching immediately approached and without asking fucked me back to back dropping two more loads inside me. Poz daddy watched the entire time. When they finished he took me again. This time slow and lovingly, kissing me while he did it. I put one hand on his tattoo and used the other to pull him deeper into me. "Thats it little slut, you got what you needed now" and he shot another poz load in me. "Lets get you cleaned up" he said, as he drew the additional 4 lines on my leg. I'd now run out of room on my little thighs, all marked up. 15 loads. I was in shock. He walked me to the showers and helped me clean up and get dressed. My mind was spinning. "So, I'm james by the way. What do you think? You wanna take me home and keep the fun going?" Even to my own surprise I nodded quietly and grabbed his hand. The whole train ride back he held me close and kissed me, not caring who was watching. As we entered my apartment it all became real. I had brought this stranger, who just helped try and poz me, home. I brought him to my home, to fuck me all night and do whatever he wanted to me. What have I become? As these thoughts started to race, I felt his hands wrap around me. He gently unbuttoned my pants and started to undress me. As his hard cock pressed against my bare ass again, my mind went blank. I led him straight back to the bedroom. "We've got a long night ahead of us" he growled as he spread my legs and thrust his big, bare, poz cock into me again. I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he took me again, and again, and again that night. I guess I made my choice.

I threw my small luggage bag on the hotel bed. I was down in London for three nights on a training course with head office. My wife had suggested that she come down as well taking time off work to see the sights , but I had persuaded her I would be tired after each days training and wouldn’t be great company. The reality was that I had been aware that I had a growing attraction for men and my porn history was almost exclusively gay porn. I wanted to explore that side in a city miles from home. I was soon on my iPad and was googling escorts, in between watching hunks fuck each other on porn sights. I was horny and needed to scratch the itch. I didn’t want to go to a gay bar as I was inexperienced and would stand out like a sore thumb. I thought an escort visiting my room would be best. I scrolled through a few and alighted on a couple who were my type. Tall, hunky, three or four tattoos and shaved head. And what looked like a thick cut cock. I heard my breath and messaged one . I let out my breath . There it was done, I had taken a step. He probably wouldn’t respond but at least I had done something. I went back to my porn. I was watching a twink get stretched by a monster cock when my phone pinged. ‘Hi, it’s Greg, thanks for the enquiry! ‘ the message started from the escort. Fuck I was horny and just followed my cockbrain. We messaged back and forth I asked the price and what it covered. I had made sure I had plenty of cash on me just in case. I gave him my details and address. ‘Cant wait to meet you Ben, you’re in safe hands. Don’t worry that you’re inexperienced I will take care of you, you’ll have a night to remember! See you in 30 mins’ . Fuck ! I thought ! I was finally doing it, taking the plunge. I was horny but didn’t want to cum before he arrived as I might then back out. I looked at his stats again and his likes on his profile. Then I saw it. Status: hiv positive. I stared at the screen. How had I not seen this before? what could I do? I wasn’t sure of the etiquette but if I cancelled I would still have to pay. I googled a couple of websites and found that most escorts who were poz as I found it was called were on meds and undetectable and it was safe to have sex. I breathed a sigh of relief and my cock got hard again looking at his ripped body. A knock on the door broke my thoughts. ‘Hello’ I called. ‘Hi it’s Greg’. I opened the door and looked at the hunk standing there. ‘Er come in’ I stammered. Greg moved in and just kissed me. I felt my inhibitions go. ‘ get on the bed, make yourself comfortable. That means naked’ Greg said. I felt under his control. I did as I was told, ,stripped and didn’t hide my growing erection. Greg shimmied out of his clothes. My eyes dropped to his semi erect cock. I had never seen a cock as thick with a glistening head. ‘You like?’ Greg asked. ‘Definitely, yes’ I replied, almost too quickly. ‘ Turn over on your front, I want to relax you first. I’m guessing you’re married’ he added looking at my wedding ring. ‘Er yes’ I stammered. ‘Don’t worry , you’re not the first and you won’t be the last married guy I’ve seen. Though I do have a habit of turning guys in to cock loving faggots by the time I’m finished with them. But I’m also guessing that’s what you want too?. ‘ ‘I nodded again and whispered ‘yes’ . ‘Good, then I’ll do my best to convert you into what you want. Relax’ I lay on the bed and Greg took out some oils, massaging my shoulders, back and legs before getting to my ass. He massaged both cheeks and I could feel oil dripping into my ass crack. Greg spread my legs and worked his thumbsnear my hole before sliding one in, then his other thumb followed. ‘ I’ll just loosen this hole, relax. I’m guessing you’ve not actually had cock before?’ ‘Er no, just a dildo’ I replied. ‘Ok I’ll take it slowly. ‘ My head was swimming in waves of pleasure. I then fel Greg worked my ass checks and hole some more sliding two fingers in me. He spread my legs further ,placing a pillow under my abdomen. I then felt his tongue rimming my hole and nearly came. ‘You like’ he asked as he came up for air. ‘Yes’ . I then felt what I initially thought was his thumbs but soon realised was his cock rubbing against my hole. ‘But he’s poz’ my brain was saying. My ass wanted him in me. I relaxed. ‘Good boy, let me in’ Greg whispered as the lube made it easy. I felt my ass give way as he slid in me, filling me up. ‘ that’s good, you’re taking it well. Just get used to it in you’ he continued before slowly starting rocking back and forth. My cock was rock hard dripping precum. ‘ condom?’ I whispered. ‘No, I don’t do condoms Ben, and neither do good faggot bottoms. They live for their tops cum. You’ll be ok, don’t worry!’ The pleasure waves rolled over me as Greg built up a rhythm fucking me. He said I would be ok, my brain was processing Greg’s words as he began pounding my ass. That must mean he’s on meds and undetectable, I thought. I relaxed and started playing with my cock as Greg started fucking me so hard he was knocking the breath out of me each thrust. ‘im getting close, I’m guessing you don’t want me to pull out now?’ I could feel myself getting close as I played with my cock. ‘I’m going to cum in you Ben, make you a proper faggot’ he growled. I was nearly there, ‘Do it, do it!’ I hissed ‘fucking cum in my hole’ as I shot my load on the bedsheets. I felt one last thrust which pushed me down into my cum stained sheets as Greg grunted and came in me. We lay there for a minute or two, before Greg slipped out of my worn hole, I could feel some cum seeping out. ‘You took that well. That’s stage one of your journey ticked off’ Greg whispered. I got up and handed him his cash. ‘Thanks’ I said. ‘Remember , good bottoms always take it bare, there is no better feeling than letting a guy cum in you’ ‘ I will ‘ I promised. ‘I have to ask something, ‘ I stammered. ‘You’re poz yes?’ ‘Yes that’s right, it says on my profile’ ‘yeah I saw that’ I said. ‘I’m guessing you’re undetectable?’ ’No Ben, I’m not. I’ve not been on meds for a year, so I have a high viral load. There are quite a few guys who like it that way. I’m guessing by you’re question that you’re not on prep?’ ‘er no’ ‘Ah ok, we’ll most guys ask before the fun starts about things like that, but no worries. You can do one of two things then. You can either do nothing and leave it to chance. You may get lucky and convert or remain unlucky. ‘ My eyes widened. ‘Or you can go to a health clinic, if you can find one and take some prep and you may be ok. ‘ he came and kissed me, and I melted into him again. He whispered into my ear ‘ but I know your type. Give in to your darkest desires. Do nothing. And ring me again…..’ Greg moved swiftly to the door, smiled and left. My heart was beating. His cum was dripping down my leg. The thought of what had just happened got my cock stiffening again. What should I do? …. to be continued…..

Chapter 2 I slept fitfully that night after taking a couple of vodkas from the minibar. I worried about the poz status of Greg but then got hard thinking of the sex. In the morning I showered, and then I made a conscious decision to remove my wedding ring and put it in the safe. I just wanted to be me for the next three days and nights. It would either confirm I just had some odd fantasies or lead me down a rabbit hole I might not get out of. I caught the tube and it didn’t take that long to reach the conference venue. I scanned the foyer to the room for anyone I might know, without success. I was standing at the coffee machine filling a cup when a voice behind me announced ‘Hi, I’m Cody! I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you but soo many of the people here just look so boring!’ I looked round and saw a guy in his mid twenties, probably ten years my junior, with bleached blond hair and a glittery earring standing in front of me. ‘Er no problem …. Hi I’m Ben’ I smiled ‘ thanks for saying I don’t look boring’ ’Youre welcome Ben! You definitely don’t look boring, more kind of hot!’ Even without that comment it was pretty obvious Cody was gay, but that just affirmed it. I had never been hit on by a guy before. ‘Er thanks … I think! ‘ ‘you’re welcome … again’ Cody replied looking me in the eye. ‘Do you know anyone here? ‘ he asked. ‘Er no ‘ I stammered dropping my eyes after holding his gaze for a split second too long. ‘Ok , I’m happy to be conference buddies if you are?’ ‘Er yes that would be good’ I said blandly, not really sure what to say. My mind was catching me up, all I could think was that he looked cute and had a nice smile. Why was I thinking that? Get a grip , I told myself! ‘Cool, we should get a table not too near the front I think , no point drawing attention to ourselves! By the way, in case you are wondering, yes I’m very definitely gay Ben! Guessing you’re cool with that now that we’re conference buddies?’ ‘no problem , I’m gay too’ I blurted. Why did I say that, I may have to backtrack if I met someone I knew! I thought. ‘ We’ll that’s a bit of a bonus Ben, this conference may not be as boring as I thought after all! Let’s get some seats’ The first hour passed fairly quickly but the second presentation had just started when I was sure I could feel Cody’s hand on my thigh under the table. I looked down to see him stroking my leg. ‘Sorry, sitting next to a dilf is getting me horny!’ He whispered’ I’d much rather be sucking your cock’. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was being groped by a camp queer in semi public, and was getting turned on. ‘my , someone likes that idea’ Cody continued, looking at my cock tenting in my trousers. He brushed his hand over my cock. ‘I’ve an idea, follow me at the morning break’ the next forty minutes dragged. I was torn between letting whatever felt natural happening and pulling back and being my usual reserved self. I decided to roll the dice. The presentation ended. We both folded up our booklets and left swiftly. Cody led the way briskly moving through a few delegates. He headed towards the gents, grabbing my hand a few steps before the door. It was empty and Cody only let go of my hand once we were in the end cubicle. He put his finger to my lips to indicate I shouldn’t say anything. He then replaced it with his mouth as his tongue snaked in my mouth as we kissed. ‘ you’re a sexy kisser’ he whispered as he fished for my belt. He expertly undid my trousers and fished out my erection before sinking to his knees and sucking my cock. I was so hard and turned on I knew I wouldn’t last long. Cody sucked my cock in silence before I was soon grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth as I came. ‘Mmm’ Cody moaned as he swallowed my seed, and stood up, kissing me again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. ‘Me too ‘ I whispered’ I want to suck your cock’ I sat down on the toilet seat as Cody pulled his jeans down and out sprang a fairly thin cock with a big mushroom head. It was already dripping precum as I slipped the first cock I had ever sucked in my mouth. I tasted his precum and just wanted more. I was caught up in the moment and wanked his cock and sucked until he bent down and whispered in my ear ‘I’m gonna shoot, swallow it all, I’m gonna cum loads’ . I sucked harder and then Cody’s semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but coughed a little, spilling some of his cum on my shirt. Cody grinned down at me, putting his finger to his lips as we could hear people in the gents. We both quietly dressed and I wiped the cum from my shirt before we opened the cubicle door and brazenly strode out to the surprise looks from the three older guys at the wash basins. Cody winked at me as we left, ‘That will get tongues wagging, they’ll be discussing those two queers at the back’ he grinned. ‘Come on let’s get another coffee.. we have to make it to lunchtime without fucking’ ‘Shame, I could do with a good fucking’ I heard myself say as we approached the coffee machine. My mind was a whirl. I was only a couple of hours in the conference and was practically gagging for more cock. It seemed that rabbit hole was getting bigger and bigger……..

"sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us." What a great line in a fuckin hot 🔥 and awesome story. My subconscious made a similar decision about 20 years ago. Difference is I knew before leaving home I wanted to get knocked up with that nights bathhouse visit. I found a newly poz guy with a huge viral load. He was reluctant but relented and entered me without protection. He kept telling me he didn't want to cum in my ass. I did everything I could to make sure he would and succeeded. I left the bathhouse wondering on the one hand, why the fuck did I do that? On the other hand realizing that had been the best fuck of my life and how proud of myself for fallowing through with such a hair brained plan. Within a week and a half I awoke with what I knew was the fuck flu. Your line captures what I've been realizing and growing more and more comfortable with over the years. Fuckin A, awesome story man! Beautifully written ! The subconscious needs what the subconscious needs and no good sense is going to get in it's way. 💊 unprotected 🍑 magnet for ☠️🍆 &☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 I so look forward to reading more of your great story telling!

Unexpected Breeding I had half hour before heading out with friends and fancied sucking some dick first. I logged onto Grindr and there was a 29 yr old bi lad not far away that needed to unload. I offered to blow him no question asked. He said he had a 4 day load he needed to loose in a willing throat. He wanted me in my tight grey CK jock, on my knees wearing my well worn Nike white socks and baseball cap. He let himself in, pulled his jeans and boxers down and revealed a tiny dick. He opened my mouth and got me to work on it. It tasted really salty from oozing precum. It reacted to my tongue and started growing. Pretty soon he was pushing a good 7 inches down my throat. I was as sucking and slurping away when he asked me to turn round as he fancied a stretch of my hole with his fingers. One two and three or quickly inserted as he used gob to lube my hole. He was clearly getting carried away. Encouraged by my slutty butt tattoos he said he was just gunna slide his dick inside me, and I thought he was just here for a quick bj! He gobbed on my hole then pushed inside me. I was led on the carpet with my back arched. He massaged my tattooed butt cheeks as he pounded away. We had only met a few minutes before and now I had this stranger’s pulsating dick in my hungry cunt. He pulled out and asked me to suck him some more. I happily obliged. He layed on his back offering me his dick with my hot ass juices over it, I sicked it good as he groaned. Then he leant forward and told me he was almost ready to cum and asked where I wanted it, down my throat or in my ass. For me it all about breeding, I can eat my own load anytime but I can’t breed myself unfortunately. I told him I wanted breeding so he told me to get into position and give him my hole. As soon as I resumed the position he was as back in my cunt pounding away. Sure enough with a loud groan he released his spunk into my willing hole. A few short thrusts and he had properly bred my hole, taking the full breeding from his heavy balls.He slow pumped it deep and then was done. He dressed and left me face down in my jock with a dripping cummy hole!

Saw an old daddy on grindr that really caught my eye, 7inch dick, super hairy body, and 35 years older then me😈 I sent him a message and responded instantly and didn’t waste any time inviting me over after a very few messages. I took the ten minute ride over, while driving I thought to myself we didn’t dicuss condoms or anything, and I didn’t have any on me. I get there and he invited me in while eyeing my slender body, he guided me to a couch and preceded to undress. I gave him some head for a very short time and he was rock hard. I stood up and he removed my shirt and I droped my shorts and bent over the couch armrest. Still no discussion of condoms, too late now 🤷‍♂️🥵He took no time sliding in my tight young hole and almost instantaneously said he was going to cum, hinting to me where I wanted his load. I told him “Fuck It!! Cum In Me!!” He sprayed my guts with his dna and kept pumping for a minute or two then pulled out. I got dressed not bothering to wipe up and he guided me out. I got in my vehicle and fingered my freshly creamed hole, and brought my hand to my face to smell his manly seed scent he deposited in me🥵 He wasn’t lying he cummed a lot in me. I was satisfied, and peeked at the clock. I was in and out in 5minutes. So from messaging him present time having his cum in my ass was about 20-25min.

Taking a lunchtime tradie lads load My Grindr sounded with a message from a 29 yr old tradie lad. He asked if I was free for a quick fuck n go. He told me he hadn’t fucked a guy in 2 months so was unlikely to last long. It sounded perfect to me, I just needed a strangers load deep in my cunt! He told me he wanted to walk in and see me bent over with a dildo up my ass so he could take it out and put his cock inside me instead. It sounded perfect so I sent the address and he made his way over. I was upstairs on the bed on all fours wearing a jock, mask and harness and my FUCK ME BREED ME socks when he arrived. He made his way upstairs and found me ready where he commented, ‘fucking perfect’. He took his top off and his shorts, so was stood in his boxers, work-boots and white socks. I took a popper hit as he gently pulled the plug from my hole and reinserted it for good measure. He tagged my ass SLUT and signed it MY. Then he did just what he promised, he pulled the plug and slid straight into the gape left behind. His dick was pouring precum so he lubed my cunt with it. He picked up the pace straight away and I could tell he just needed to loose his nutt in me. His throbbing dick explored my cunt good I told him I wanted to see what he could see so I passed him the phone. He then videoed himself fucking my ass. It felt horny as fuck and it wasn’t long before he was as ready to breed me. I begged for his load he spunked in my hole and filled me with cum. He said he wouldn’t last long and watching the video back it takes him just 60 seconds to film himself fuck and breed my cunt. I love his slutty pull out that shows his cum leaking from my cunt. He literally pulled his shorts back on and left, my cunt nicely bred by this tradie lads dick!

The next day the four of us set out the opposite direction on the lake. We paddled through two lakes and muscled our way through 3 very challenging portages. In the middle of the destination lake was an island with a very exclusive high end resort. The porn star was greeted as we paddled up to the docks by a handsome man dressed in classy white shorts and an open flower pattern shirt showing off his perfectly sculpted chest and eight pack. He was carrying a clip board. The two embraced and shared a passionate kiss. When the hitchhiker and I reached the dock the porn star asked the wanna be sex worker if he was serious about getting trained. "Fuck man didn't yesterday prove that?" He wined. "You've been fucked by mostly fit guys and verile young men. If you're serious you need to let any guy use your aas. There are sixty five guys here today for a fishing tournament. Over lunch a severely handicapped 59 year old will breed you in front of the lunch crowd. You need to convince him he's the best sex partner you've ever enjoyed in your life. Then your ass is open season for anyone else for the rest of the afternoon. Take six loads from average to ugly guys and the other three of us will offer our mouths and asses to satisfy this crowd. " "Fuck me man, you're serious aren't you? " a little less winy. The porn star; "I 'm totally serious. The question is, are you?" "I'll certainly give it my best try. Where's the dining hall." As we entered there were long tables full of noisy men eating with gusto. To one side there was a raised stage with a wheelchair bond man severly twisted with some kind of paulsee. The hitchhiker quietly turned to me; "Holy fuck. Is that him? Are they kidding?" I just looked at him dubiously. Everyone was hushed and the handsome guy with the clip board announced the lunch time entertainment and afternoon activities for anyone interested in participating. The crowd went wild with cheers. The hitchhiker looked scared shitless as he was introduced to the stage. Then he tried to look brave as he leaned in to kiss the wheelchair bound man. This kiss seemed awkwardly long but was clearly becoming more and more passionate. The handicapped man whispered in the hitchhiker's ear and the hitchhiker slipped out of his speedo offering his cock to the other's mouth. When the hitchhiker was hard he started undressing the handicapped guy. Quite profrunctorally to start, but with each button and article of clothing he was more erotic. Finally the guy in the chair was naked and again he whispered into the wanna be escorts ear . The hitchhiker ever so gently and tenderly lifted the other out of his chair and laid him on the floor. Every step checking to be sure the handicapped man felt safe. Both on the floor now moved in for the most tender kiss yet. The audience clearly moved with emotion gently sighed. Both naked men moved into a full body embrace and now the hitchhiker was whispering in the handicapped man's ear. The hitchhiker moved down to the other's ass and from the moans was giving much pleasure. After a time he squatted over the handicapped man's face and was getting his own ass reamed. The crowd was getting very excited. While his ass was being serviced he leaned forward and took the others cock in his mouth. It was not long until the other's average size cock was hard. The hitchhiker took this as the cue to sit on the handicapped man's raw cock. The look of delight as that raw cock sank into his ass was priceless and the crowd went wild. As he rode with more vigor he bent over to share a deep kiss. When he sat back up, cock to the hilt up his ass he was stroking his own hardon like there was no tomorrow. He was soon blasting his load all over the handicapped man's twisted torso and face. At this point the most animalistic moan cry came from the breeder and his entire body convulsed twice as much as normal. The two shared another long passionate kiss before the hitchhiker stood, bent his ass to the crowd and forced some of the fresh load out of his ass. As he jumped off the stage he caught a finger of cum and ass juices and stuck it in his mouth. He proceeded to the fattest man he could find in the room. Crawled between his legs, fished out the tiny cock and orally serviced it. It never got very big but he lay on his back on the table and had the guy missionart fuck and breed him in the middle of the cheering crowd. This aggressive hunting out of average, old and ugly guys continued until his ass was dripping with seven loads. Then the four of us were hearded like domestic animals out to the fish cleaning table where the rest of us were stripped and all four bent over as lines of various sized cocks formed up behind us. The first raw cock to plunge into me had no lube. Three dry humps and he blasted a load large enough to lube me for hours. I didn't need to worry about this because over the next two hours 16 loads painted my guts. We compared notes on our paddle back to camp. The porn star lost count at 25 breedings, The escort knew he'd receive 29. The guy with the clip board had kept track for the hitchhiker and as he was the last to flood his wrecked ass assured him he'd hosted all 65 of the raw cocks and collected 53 breedings. The wannabe escort had also raw fucked 10 very overweight guys while his own ass was being used. He'd initiated these fucks to prove he was serious, he wanted to sexually satisfy any man in any way they wanted. When back at camp we each downed our own micky of scotch and passed out without dinner. Over breakfast the next day the escort asked if the hitchhiker was forgetting something. The hitchhiker confessed he probably was but for the life of him he had no idea. The escort grinned saying, "You've paid royally to breed my ass. But you haven't claimed my sexual services yet. Did you loose interest in this booty?" They started with a passionate kiss but very soon the hitchhiker's raw cock was in the escorts beautiful ass. Having bred the escort he next bred the porn star, so he had little spunk left when he bbed me. This didn't stop him from giving his best most vigorous pounding. After lunch we packed up our camps and paddled off the lake. I see the escort and porn stars prolific work often when I'm surfing the net for porn. Every now and then the hitchhiker and I get together and he fucks me out of gratitude for picking him up and introducing him to his successful sex work career. He makes a good living as a bi escort. He tells me all his encounters with men are bb even when he's fucking threesomes with straight couples. He supplements his good income doing the odd film as part of the biforia stable of actors. He still refers to himself as straight. Lol!

What i really love is all of the choices we have... good, descent choices.

I have a wildly dirty mind, I am sure I can dream up a few more submissive pozzing stories. 🥺💦

As usual, I suspect some of these are courtesy mentions. I like the “idea” of Kelly. Especially love that it would bring Gabby into the mix. I don’t know that much about him, but I’ve read he’s not a compelling speaker/debater. I trust Kamala to make a good decision. Would love to see Buttigieg get the nod, but probably not a good idea. With his language skills, smarts, and great communication ability, he could be a great Secretary of State.

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. Tommo steped back from Dave and turned to Niall, "how long since we stopped drinking?", "Bout two hours I'd say". With that Tom walked to the fridge and took out a jar of clear liquid, a small syringe and three glasses.Niall removed his fingers from Dave stood up and guided his apprentice over to the counter top. Sensing Dave's curiosity Niall explained that Tommo was pouring them each a shot of G. "If you think the T is fun, just wait until you try this" Niall said with a cheeky smirk. "Drink up lads" Tommo announced, as the men downed their shot mixed with coke. Dave followed the lead of the others, downing the shot in one. Niall saw the look in his face, "I get it lad, not a great aftertaste but trust me, it's worth it". Dave suddenly felt lighter, hornier than previously, he turned to Tommo who grabbed his face, pulling him into a hard kiss, from behind Niall began kissing his neck, slowly bringing his arms around Dave, reaching and feeling over his chest before focusing in on his nipples. Dave was in heaven, the two older men overwhelming his sensations. "Think he's ready" a voice proclaimed. Dave was led back to the couch and laid down across it. He looked up to see Tommo above him, looking straight into his eyes, "oh lad, you're a hot fucker, I can't wait for my turn", Dave just smiled as Tommo began massaging his chest. He then felt his legs being lifted up and the couch dipped as Niall positioned himself. As a reassuring voice kept telling Dave how sexy he was and how well he was doing a warm, wet liquid started dripping over his hole. The familiar feeling of fingers slowly entering him caused a moan to escape his lips, "shhhh" Tommo replied, "it's okay kiddo, we're gonna take good care with you" slowly lowering his face to Dave's, kissing him again. Dave felt Niall's fingers leave his hole, but something bigger replaced them, throbbing at his entrance. Niall's cock began pushing against the young man's sphincter, slowly moving itself in bit bit bit. Dave's body reacted, trying to adjust to the initial discomfort but he was held and told to calm and relax. After a few moments he allowed Niall further inside him. Niall was loving the feeling of the virgin hole engulfing his cock. He knew he needed to take care not to hurt his boy and wanted to ensure Dave felt the pleasure as much as he did. Over the next while Niall moved his cock back and forth, easing further and further into Dave with each following push. When he was in fully he paused, allowing Dave to fully get used to the feeling. Sweat was dripping from his brow as the heat of the atmosphere rose steadily. Dave was moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain he hadn't experienced before. Tommo had moved to another seat, pulling his own cock at the sight of hos buddy mounting the young stud in front of him. "Fuck yeah, can't wait to see you ride him" he whispered to Niall.

Chapter 8 – All Good Things Must End In Chapters 1 through 7, I tell about a little celebration my friend, Matt, put together for my birthday. We’ve been partying, and several other guys have been through it to play with us. Jim just left us and I’m now hanging out with Rob. Matt is nowhere to be seen, and I just found out that he’s been whoring me out for $20 from each guy. Rob and I hung out on the bed for a while, talking and replenishing fluids. Of course, we kept our hands and fingers busy with our holes and each other’s. We blew some clouds, and then Rob laid between my legs, nuzzling my dick. He was on his stomach, showing me that beautiful hairy ass, capped with that sweet triangle of fur that pointed down to it from the base of his spine. I was enjoying his work and the view before me when Matt returned to the room with more drinks. “How’s it going?” he asked. I just looked at him and smiled. Rob nodded his head, never taking my cock out of his mouth. Matt walked over and fingered Rob’s hole a bit, prompting a moan of pleasure from him. “Time to get swirly,” Matt said as he removed his fingers from Rob’s ass. Rob sat up, and Matt passed around the G-laden drinks that he had brought us. “Bottoms up!” Rob declared. Fuck, yeah, my bottom would be up in just a few minutes. Matt wanted more T, so he lit the torch and blew some clouds. He shared them with us, making us even more spun. Then, he told me to get in the sling. Once I was settled in the sling, Matt prepared to fist me. With the T and G flowing through my body, this would likely be a wild experience. No teasing, no prodding, no massaging this time. Instead, Matt went in with a fist. My ass gladly accepted his hand and swallowed it down past his wrist. Matt twisted his hand around inside my hole, letting me feel as his knuckles rode across the tender flesh at my entrance. He’d stroke over my prostate, sending shudders of bliss through my body. He pulled out, entered me again, and repeated similar motions. He did this several times, and each insertion was easier and smoother than the one before. Now, he decided to go deep. Matt took it slowly, so much so that I was pushing my ass down on the sling to take him in faster. “Easy, pig. You’re gonna get it all the way soon”, he purred. I decided to lay back and enjoy the ride. Rob came up with a bottle of poppers, which he put under my nose. I instinctively inhaled the potent fumes. Then, he placed the bottle under my other nostril. I let out the breath I had been holding and took a longer, deeper hit this time. I held it as long as I could and then blew it out. My ass relaxed even more when the poppers hit. I could feel myself open up to Matt’s invading hand and wanted him to get to places he’d never been inside me. That glowing eye of a poppers high took over, and I just laid back, let my legs fall open more, and enjoyed the sensations. Matt was driving deeper and deeper into me while I was in a popper haze. The T and G were also helping to keep me relaxed, open, and up for most anything. When the poppers rush wore off, I found that Matt had already breached my innermost barrier, and his fingers were prodding my colon. Again, instinct took over, and I spread my ass open to let him go as deep as he wanted. “Fuck, I’m in up to my elbow!” Matt exclaimed. “It looks so fucking hot!” I didn’t have words to describe to them what I was feeling, but I knew that the look of ecstasy on my face told them everything they needed to know. My good friend was fisting my ass, and he was deeper inside me than any man had ever been. The sensations were amazing, but the joy of having this experience with Matt and Rob made it even more special. Matt slowly and sensually pulled his fist from my ass. When he was all the way out, he patted my hole a few times, then looked at Rob and said, “Your turn”. Rob didn’t even sit down. Instead, he stood and placed his fist at my hole. “Take it,” he commanded. I hooked my feet on the sling uprights and pulled myself onto his fist. This position, plus the fact that he was standing, gave me a whole new set of sensations. The angles were different, and my sliding on the sling constantly changed them. I took him to about mid-forearm before I moved away from him. I was going to ride his fist in the sling. With Rob standing, he could brace his arm against his body and let me slide back and forth on his fist. Looking down at his hot, hairy body and handsome face, enraptured by watching my hole swallow his arm, was so stimulating to me. I had an assgasm, pumping out some thick ropes of long-held cum out of my cock. Matt, of course, was there to lick it up. Rob had a different idea. He had me get out of the sling, and then he laid down on the floor with his arm in the air under the rim seat. I knew what he wanted and walked over to where he was. Using the arms and straps of the rim seat, I lowered my ass onto his arm. The chair provided enough stability that I could rise up and down easily on his arm. He had a great view of my ass descending onto his arm, and he was stroking his cock with his other hand. At one point, we needed some more lube, so I climbed off his arm, and Matt smeared lube all over Rob’s hand and arm. He told me to do some poppers before I took Rob’s fist again. This time, I did just one hit, and not a huge one. I knew I’d be eager to get Rob deep and wanted to maintain some semblance of sanity as I did it. I held my ass poised right above Rob’s fist as I waited for the poppers flush to hit. He was teasing me with his fingers but was waiting for my action. Once the poppers were in effect, I slowly lowered myself onto his arm. Fuck, this felt amazing! My ass was open and ready to take him deep. I kept sliding down, knowing that Rob was letting me control the speed and depth. I did have to fuck myself up and down on his arm a few times, but I kept a steady descent onto his fist. He was as deep as he was going to get. My ass was on fire, and I was one happy pig. I started some slow motions, rising up before sinking down again. I would clench my ass on the upward motion and then push out as I slid back down. The sensations were intense and amazing to me. After some time, even my ass (and my arms) tired out. I slid all the way up, removing Rob’s hand from my ass, and leaned back in the chair. Rob pulled his arm back and swung around a little so that he could massage my hole. It was spread wide for him as I leaned back so he could rub it and prod it with his fingers. But he knew that I was not ready for another fisting. We all ended up on the bed again. Everyone needed some time to relax and recover from the intensity of our experience. Rob eventually said he needed to leave and try to get some sleep. He dressed but, before he left, gave Matt two twenties from his wallet. “This was worth it!” he exclaimed. After Rob left, Matt and I passed out on the bed for a while. I woke up to find Matt cleaning up the space. I volunteered to help, but he told me he’d handle it since it was my birthday weekend. Before I left for home, he handed me $100 that he’d collected from the guys that he had pimped me out to. It was a great weekend and, as it turned out, a profitable one too!

I had 31 in the end. Thanks all who contributed. Very hot session 😈

You captured my thinking about Mayor Pete well. While he has the skills to be president and I believe eventually will be, SOS would be a proper next step. And Kelly adds an essential balance to the ticket. Astronauts are historically vote getters.

Love these melting resistance stories. That slip into accepance and surrendering to any and all loads. Perfect!

My boy and I were finally getting back into shape. We were spending an hour at the gym together nearly every day. We ran to the gym every day, and walked home. My boy was always horned up after a workout. We had been known to put on a bit of a show in the lockerroom showers on occasion after working up a sweat. I’m sure one or two guys stuck around when they saw us finishing up to watch our escapades. One day last week, we were fooling around in the showers when we saw a guy across the stalls from us. We’d never seen him before, and he made quite an impression. Over 6’-0” tall with a buzz cut and stubble, bulging wide shoulders and furry chest. As my boy knelt down to blow me, I watched as he started fisting his big cock. I maintained eye contact with him as my boy gobbled my dick. When he had me close, I pulled my boy up and swiveled him around so he could see our new friend. I knelt down and swallowed my boy’s cock. Our new friend blew his load as my boy came in my mouth. We winked at each other as we rinsed off and headed back to the lockers to get dressed. My boy was clearly flirting with this guy as we all got dressed and introduced ourselves. The guy told us his name was Dave, and shook hands with us. We all headed out together and walked in the same direction. Along the way, he asked if we wanted to stop for a beer, so we did. Three or four beers later, my boy and I were lit, but Dave didn’t seem to be feeling a thing. He was getting touchy-feely with us both, and I’m pretty sure he managed to slip his hand down the back of my boy’s shorts at least twice. Small talk led to racy sex talk, and he asked if he could come home with us and fool around. My boy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to let us keep him. It wasn’t difficult for me to agree, and we were on our way. The flirting continued as we approached our building. Once in our elevator, Dave grabbed my boy by the ass and lifted him off the floor as he hardcore shoved his tongue in his mouth. My boy was putty and melted into him. I let Dave carry by boy down the hallway as I unlocked our apartment door and led them in. My boy was in heat as he stripped Dave’s clothes off, and knelt before him, taking his thick cock deep down his throat. “You boys play raw,” he asked me as my boy gobbled his dick. “We do,” I replied as I stripped my own clothes off. I was honest. My boy and I did play raw, together, but we hadn’t screwed around with someone else in quite some time, and when we had, we had played safe. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked, as he stood my boy up and scooped him into his arms. My boy was making out with Dave as I led them to the bedroom. Once there, my boy bent over the edge of the mattress, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Dave started munching his hole as I dove into the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. I knew this guy was going to fuck one or both of us. I found some lube, even though my boy and I usually just used spit, but couldn’t find any condoms; after all, it had been a while since we needed them. When my boy yelped, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. Dave reared back and had shoved his raw cock into my boy’s ass. I gasped with surprise as Dave looked as me and smirked. “What? You said you played raw.” He was right, but I hadn’t meant that we played raw with strangers. My boy moaned with pleasure as he felt Dave’s hairy balls press against his ass, filling him full of raw thick dick. “Don’t make him stop fucking me! It feels SO good to have a big dick in me!” My boy was right; Dave must have been at least two inches longer than me, and much thicker. He kept moaning and whimpering as Dave jackhammered his pussy. Dave motioned to me to shut my boy up, so I got onto the mattress and stuck my dick in his mouth. Just as my boy gagged on my dick, Dave slowed his pistoning and jammed balls deep. I figured it was to let my boy get used to blowing while getting fucked. I realized later that he was breeding my boy. As I held my boy’s head and skull-fucked his mouth, Dave pulled out of his ass. “You want some of this raw dick, boy?” I shuddered when he called me boy. I couldn’t help but pull out of my boy’s mouth and assume the position. Dave had two fingers shoved in my boy’s well-fucked ass as he guided his dick into mine. Nothing to lube me up, just my boy’s ass juices, and what I later realized was Dave’s seed. Dave shoved his cock all the way into me as my boy started kissing me. He was still whimpering from the deep fingering he was taking. I groaned as Dave bottomed out and began to tear up my hole. “This boy is loose, can barely feel a thing” Dave chuckled. I knew I wasn’t that loose, especially taking his thick tool, but he took his sticky fingers out of my boy’s hole and wedged them into mine, alongside his meat. My boy climbed up on the bed and shoved his ass against my mouth. I lapped up a sticky mess leaking out of his ass, and realized that they hadn’t used lube. The taste was intoxicating as I swallowed it down. Dave picked up his fuck-pace and then held tight against me. I felt so opened up as he moved his fingers around his dick inside my hole. “You want a go now,” Dave asked my boy. He squealed with delight as Dave tossed me onto the bed on my side. My boy lay down beside me and slid into my slackened hole. He began to fuck me, and I could tell how much Dave’s dick and fingers had loosened me up. As he found his pace, Dave slid into him again and the three of us rocked back and forth. Dave talked dirty, muttering about what cumsluts we both were and how we deserved whatever came our way. The dirty talk was sending my boy over the moon and he bred me as deeply as he ever had. When he was done, I wiggled away from them and squatted over my boy’s mouth. He ate his seed, and what we later learned was Dave’s, from my ass. Dave made no pretense this time, and wailed, “I’m gonna breed you, cumdump! Gonna fill you with my load!” He fired off as he shuddered at least six times, seeding my boy’s bare hole. He pulled out and had my boy sit on my face. I lapped that cum up and knew it tasted the same as the last time I had lapped my boy’s hole. I was still busy eating my boy’s hole when Dave got off the bed and left the room. We caught our breath and made it back to the living room just as Dave was finishing pulling on his clothes. My boy was in lust with this guy and pleaded, “Will we see you again?” Dave snickered and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a black business card with red writing on it. “You want me, my dick, and my loads again, you know where to find me.” He flicked the card at my boy and left. We read it together. “POZ PIGS FOR POZ PLAY. EVERY FRIDAY. MIDNIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE” followed by and address and a phone number. I was shocked as I realized that Dave was POZ and had seeded us both. My boy on the other hand ran down the hallway after Dave shouting, “But we can’t go. We’re both NEG!” My boy caught up with Dave as the elevator door opened. I heard Dave reply as they stepped in the elevator, “You USED to be NEG…” My boy got in the elevator with him, half-naked and the door closed behind them. I stood still for what seemed like minutes, and collected my thoughts. Then, I wondered where my boy had gone. Nearly twenty minutes later he returned. I asked him where he had gone. “Dave was still horny. He pushed the emergency button and bred me again in the elevator. Want to eat his POZ seed out of me again?” I laid down on the floor as my boy squatted over my face and pushed out Dave’s most-recent load. I guess I knew where we would be headed on Friday nights from now on…

I have been with my partner for 9 years and it’s been about 150 loads per year I reckon. We do fuck a lot at times and a little less others when things get busy. With this I end up at almost 11 pints 🍺. Then I’ve been taking about 50-200 additional loads depending on the year, let’s average it at 120. Which raises it to almost 20 pints total. Not too bad but could be more 😅💦

What a lucky guy Drew is, both to receive so much valuable cum from one guy and to be in a position to be fucked on such a regular basis.

Brin then on please!

Aww. Thanks pig. OK, I started last night. I'm not sure how I'm going to structure this one, I dont' want to repeat the tropes I've used before, but I hope I'll have something soon.

I doubt she will - the connection to decades of Dem ownership of Chicago & some of the burbs - and thus the State - would almost be a "cat-ladies" opportunity for the R's. Frankly, I was surprised he's even in the running. There's plenty of "buried treasure" for the R' to hang around his neck back in Chgo ....

I love the sex tap of Joe Somebody deflowering Kyle Wild. It's one of those porn clips I go back to over and over again. Kyle chokes on Joe's big cock and has such an inocent tear in his beautiful pleading big brown eyes. The faceshots are so frequent and beautiful, especially as he grimaces to take Joe's big raw cock up the ass. Even though it's probably not the case I always believe Kyle is loosing his anal virginity. So fuckin hot. I came across a Squirt profile in a neighboring city that instantly got my attention. The profile pic is his naked front torso, chin to just above his cock. Amazing yoga fit 52 year old Indian. So much like a similar shoot of Kyle Wild. I struck an instant boner. If this young guy in a neighboring town has a Kyle cute face I suspect being with him will be like magically being in that sextape. Accept unless it's a mutual bb flip fuck I don't want Joe's roll. I read on. He's a naturist. Big plus for this nudist. And he does yoga and erotic message. I quickly read his reviews. They all got my juices flowing. Versitil6e with hints of bareback. All reviews are glowing ... both his message and sexual skills. I send an initial hello chat, 'he looks sexy and I'm interested in a message. ' I suspect with the age difference he might ignore me. He doesn't and sends a greeting. I open my private pics and ask for his. He's a non'paying member so asks that I send pics in the chat. I ask if there's anything he wants to see in particular. I let him know I have lots. 'Your most risqué. ' Bingo. I like this guys choice. I send a pic of me nude, full frontal on a beach, one of a big cock in my mouth, nothing hiding my face, a raw cock in my ass, and the aftermath of my ass with cum dripping out my hole. I've had this blatantly bb display end chats on Squirt before.I'm anticipating he could block me. Not this guy. Bingo, he loves them ... says I'm fuckin hot. My body floods with happy endorphins! I query, any free upcoming 'erotic message ' appointments? I don't even consider asking his prices. If I can be naked with his beautiful body price is no issue. He's right back to me, ' 3 p.m. day after tomorrow ' and sends me the address. Fuckin A! I can barely keep my mind on anything for the next two days. I clean out and give myself lots of time to get to his place. No way I'm going to risk being late. I park on the street as instructed and find my way to the basement suite entrance on the back of the house. Simple, modern, incredibly tidy apartment. He welcomes me wearing only a beautiful surong which compliments his beautiful dark skinned dancer body. If it's at all possible he has a more inocent cute face than Kyle. His genuine ear to ear smile with perfect teeth relaxed me instantly. And his big saucer, like warm brown eyes look deep into my soul. 💯 % of his attention is on me and he wants to be certain I know it with every cell and fiber of my being. As he leads me into his message room he drops his wrap. A flawless bubble but dusted with fine black hair draws me in. The room is decorated with a simple Indian theme and a gentle curle of smoke rises from insence in the corner. Soft cytar music plays. I'm invited to sit in a huge cushion chair which embraces me and offered a cup of jasmine tea. I feel invited into the womb of creation! We chat very casually with lots of comfortable silence while we sip our tea. He's been sitting cross legged on the floor and now stands offering to help me to my feet. I'm invited to strip. Would I like him to give me privacy, stay and watch, or perhaps he could undress me? Da, i chose the last you probably guessed. He started by gently running his hand over my hairy chest. I always have extra buttons undone. Each of my nipples were gently tweaked. Great start! He slowly undid the rest of my buttons clearly exploring and inspecting with delight my hairy torso, clearly no judgement of my slightly bulging dad belly, in fact quite the opposite. He kissed it. My shirt was folded and placed to the side. He complimented my tan as he unfastend my shorts and as they dropped to the floor he nodded in approval; "Fuck yeah, comando and no tan line." One of his hands caressed my fuzzy bare ass the other my swiftly clubbing cock. "Mmmmmm, so tempting to go right to the sex, but you came for the message. " his soft,slightly accented warm voice. "I came for both to be perfectly honest. " He gently kissed me on the lips and said "Then is it OK if I start by giving this magnificent cock a blowjob?" I nodded but he hadn't waited for my reply. His luscious lips were already moving my foreskin to expose my sensitive cock head. My God he was talented. My full 7.5 inches was soon deep in his throat. Unlike Kyle, he seemed to have no gag reflex. Frequently his inquisitive eyes found mine seeking reassurance he was giving me a good time. Reassured he took firm grasp of my two ass cheeks and coached me to deep throat face fuck him. The harder I fucked the more he sucked and leaned into it with his entire upper body. "Oh, fuuuccckk, yeeaaaahhhh!" I blasted deep onto his tonsils. He guzzled down every drop! He took the longest time easing my cock out and gently licking it clean. Then he gracefully motioned for me to climb on the message table. He was rock hard and it was so tempting to ignore his instructions and return the favor but I climbed on the table. "Don't worry, you'll get all of this later. Now that you've released your pressure just try to relax and let me do all the work. " Try was the key word. It was challenging as his hard cock kept ending up brushing against my hands as he worked his way up down and around my naked body. I finally decided I had permission to grab hold as it so often was dangled by my open hand. He moaned his appreciation. When he stood at my head to expertly work the knots out of my shoulders he noticed my reaching open mouth and guided it in so I could suck as he worked. We both knew this was a bit counter productive to me relaxing, but what the fuck, the game was more than on. Eventually he pulled his cock out, moved back to my feet and started working them, up the back of my legs, my ass cheeks, fuckin A, yes he was now rimming my hairy hole. When he climbed on the table I prepared for a fuck, but no, copious amounts of oil were poured all over my back and he used his full torso to rub it in. I couldn't imagine being hornier and more full of anticipation. Lying full against my back his hard cock tucked in between my ass cheeks, his strong heart beat on my back, he began to whisper in my ear. "This is my favorite part of erotic message. Normally I give the guy options. I can just finger message his hole, perhaps add tounge fucking. If he wants I can play safe and suit up with an ultra thin condom. I can spice that up with a special ribbed condom for a unique sensation. I even have a cruel condom for the masochist. But I know exactly what you want." His hand then directed his raw cock head to peirce my outer ring. He knew just how long to wait before pushing in deeper, and my ass soon took control and sucked his cock in balls deep. At this stage I immediately feel relief from the initial pain. He let me relish the feel of his hot raw cock in my hole for a moment and then proceeded with my rectal anal cock message. After ten minutes he climbed off the table and invited me to lye back on a fuck bench in a convienient walk in closet. "With your permission I can video tap this portion so you have a hot vid to add to your squirt.org. He may have seemed inocent and cute, but as a business man he was a shark. A man eating shark in whose jaws I was more than willing to submit. He mounted my willing ass and for the next half hour pounded me relentlessly as I begged for more. The change of colour started in his upper chest and shoulders and then his beautiful face began to contort. "Fuck yeah man. Give it to me. Flood my hungry ass." And flood he did with massive pulses that went on and on. I began to wonder if he would ever finish. Then he collapsed totally spent on top of me panting and catching his breath for a full 5 minutes. "I don't normally ask this, but you are such a hot sexy awesome fuck, might you consider flip fucking me. I'd love to record it. " " Da, let me think. ... What's to think about? Keep the cameras rolling you sexy little bugger. " We exchanged places and as I placed my raw cock at his sweet hole I was so fuckin turned on I was afraid I'd shoot my wad before or as I pushed in. I was then distracted as he asked for lube. I didn't see any so dropped to eat his ass and fill it with spit. He was grinning from ear to ear as I reimerged and popped my sizable cock head in. He struggled with this for just a moment. Then his hole opened and sucked my raw cock in to the hilt. "Can I call you daddy?" "Sure " "Fuck me daddy, oh yeah, fuck me with that beautiful raw daddy cock. " He could tell I wasn't going to last long and urged me over the edge; "Yeah that's it daddy, cum in my brown Indian hole. Breed me with your fucking hot daddy seed. .... Fuck yeah. That's it. Plow it deeper into me. Fuuccckkk yeeaaaahhhh!" He didn't wait for me to collect myself, jumping up, laying me on the fuck bench and quickly breeding me again.. He then led me into his huge four man shower, attentively wash me down and fucked and bred me yet once again. After the second wash down I was led back to the message table and very professionally rubbed down until every muscle in my body was totally fluid and relaxed. Every joint in my body felt like jelly as I got in my car. Two days later the edited version of our sex tape arrived in my email. Everything on the fuck bench and the shower breeding were all included. I shared the video with a couple of my fuck buddies before posting it to my squirt.org. My Brazilian friend was amazed this guy lived and operated in his town. He demanded I give him the guys contact information to line up the next open appointment.

TL;DR: Not a ban, not homophobic, and not the whole story. I have lots of problems with Grinder, from its technology, to its ethics and business practices. The temporary and geofenced changes they've made at the Olympic Village in Paris aren't among those problems. Firstly, I don't think anyone could convince me that Grindr or the French are sex-negative or homophobic, but secondly the history of Grindr and other location-based hook up apps at the Olympics and other International events give a pretty clear context and justification for their actions. In 2016, a 'writer' and editor for The Daily Beast, Nico Hines, wrote a click-bait story that outed gay athletes at the Rio Olympics causing an uproar that earned him Internet infamy as the epitome of the self-serving and amoral journalist. Hines, who is straight, set up a bogus profile on Grindr and used it to trick Olympic athletes into chatting with him. He didn't identify himself as a journalist unless he was challenged, and his sex-negative and shaming article described the athletes he spoke to in enough detail that it was very easy to identify them. Some of the outed athletes were from extremely anti-gay countries, meaning that Hines’ irresponsible piece put them at risk when they returned home. Hines used the location-based features we're discussing to explore inside the 2016 Olympic Village and find the athletes he ultimately exploited and potentially endangered in his story. The uproar of condemnation that met his article resulted in The Daily Beast very quickly stripping out the identifying information, but even with the details removed the furor continued and the article was taken down completely. At the time I remember thinking, "Why is a straight guy writing about gay hookups at the Olympics rather than the overwhelmingly more numerous straight hookups? I guess there's no clicks in outing straight folks..." Then at the 2020 Tokyo Olympics, TikTok and Twitter users decided that using the same features and method to find gay athletes was a great way to "create content" in the form of screenshots and screen recordings of athletes on Grindr. The same furor arose for the same reasons and TikTok and Twitter took down the exploitative content at Grindr's request. Grindr had found themselves in multiple PR fires at multiple Olympics being used as kind of digital accessory to outing and endangering athletes. Is it any wonder they finally sat down in the wake of this high-profile negative press to find a way to protect athletes and prevent people doing the same thing at future Olympics? In 2016 I'm pretty sure they thought the Olympics PR problem needed a PR solution, but after 2020 they realized they would need a combined PR and technology solution going forward. Here's what Grindr says they are doing at the 2024 Paris Olympics to mitigate past problems and give athletes the safest experience possible (Source: Grindr and Enhanced Privacy for Athletes at the Paris Olympics, July 24th 2024): I don't see anything that could be framed as a "Grindr ban" in these steps. What I do see is a company trying to figure out how to prevent bad actors (yes, Nico Hines and those specific TikTok and Twitter users, I mean you) from using their platform to breach a high-profile group of users privacy and safety. Looking at the history, any suggestion that Grindr's actions for the Paris Olympics are "homophobic" is nonsensical to me. Positioning it as a kind of "ban" is, at the very least, uninformed, if not actually intentionally misleading. I can only assume that the OP was themselves the victim of some lazy or sensationalized reporting to frame the survey question as they did. I'd assert instead that Grindr has credibly attempted to thread the needle on preserving capabilities for athletes in the Olympic village while protecting them from those bad actors outside the village trying to monetize the athletes sexuality at the expense of their privacy and safety.

I got to live out one of my ultimate fantasies last night: getting fucked and bred on the legendary table tennis tables in Berlin's Tiergarten. I was nervous heading out there even though I had scoped out the space during daylight hours. There have been some reports of guys getting beat up and robbed after dark, but I wasn't too worried about this given that this particular area of the gardens is well frequented by cruisers. I wasn't there long before I spotted a guy stroking his cock. I bent down and began sucking him while others watched. I spun around, poppered up and leaned over the table. He entered my prelubed hole and began pumping away. Other guys were bent over the table waiting for tops to mount them as well. My top let out the loudest moan when he unloaded in my hole. He then collapsed on my back. I let him catch his breath and then hugged him. Breedings under the stars on warm summer nights are what dreams are made of.😍

It was a gorgeous evening for sitting around the campfire naked, listening to the loons, telling stories and drinking beer. Our host got into the story of how he settled on his current work. He was trained in modern dance and supplemented that income by waiting tables. He loved dance, especially erotic dance, and hated waiting tables. He came across an add looking for nude male models and started to develop a bit of a name and portfolio. Then he was contacted by ERIC VIDEOS in Paris and flown over to make a few demos. Since he loves sex, and especially bb his auditions went very well. They started him on a contract to make one film per month. He loved this work but didn't see himself as a career porn star. He felt it didn't allow him to feed his need for artistic expression. Besides he wanted a more lucrative income. During this period he continued to wait tables but grew more and more distainful of the work. Then he got a creative break in modern dance that sparked his creative juices. He was hired to workshop a dance with a gay dance director. He was to dance with a talented beautiful young gay twink. The commission was to create a dance to bring to life a modern composition celebrating the emerging sexual freedom of barebacking. Even though it didn't pay well this project had all the elements to stimulate all of his creative juices . He couldn't wait to get started. The first day the director, twink and he met they simply sat around in jeans and tee shirts and listened to the beautiful evocative music and lyrics. Then they talked about the emotions and sensations which were evoked. The director asked frank and personal questions about the dancers experience professionally and personally. He looked at both their photo portfolios, asked about their comfort level with nudity as they performed and even asked about their personal sexual proclivities. Both were very open about their involvement in the bb community and confessed this topic had attracted them to this particular project. If they could advance the bb cause, they were in. Day two of workshopping they stripped down and put on skimpy flesh colored speedos. They started trying out different moves to parts of the recording. It was a long and tiring day. After a weekend break the director started the day by praising their work and the look of their bodies together. He confessed that something wasn't working for him. Would they be okay trying many of the same dance movements but totally naked today? Just to try it out. Neither had any issue and were soon moving through the erotic dance stark naked. All three agreed this was much better. Day 4 of workshopping the director wanted to try turning up the sexual nature of the dance. He wanted the twink to silmulate giving the Adonis a blowjob. The performance would be in a gay venue and he was certain he could take this creative liberty. They had practiced and tried this simulated blowjob a few different ways but it looked and felt lame. In frustration the twink finally asked if he could try something. Out of desperation the director agreed and in no time the twink was giving his co-star an actual blowjob. The beautiful cock was worked into full erection and everyone was delighted with the results. There was only one day left to workshop the peice and the director arrived inspired. The dance would build to the magnificent blowjob and then the Adonis would lift the twink to ride on the erection like a saddle. The rest of the dance would simulate fucking until the final chord when the dancers would cry out in fake simultaneous ejaculations as the stage would go dark. This would give the dancers a quick moment to pull on their speedos for the lights to come back up and the final bow. The night of the performance the audience was gay men and a couple fag hags. There was great excited tension before the show. The lights dimmed and the two beautiful naked dancers emerged on stage with the opening instrumental accompaniment. The performance went flawlessly and the audience was on the edge of their seats when the blowjob section arrived. The audience gasped, but were clearly impressed with the erection and twink riding it around the stage in mock fuck. That's when things took a turn. Off dance script the twink reached down and maneuvered the raw erection into his hole. Simulated fuck had suddenly become real bb fuck, right in front of the audience's eyes. Our Adonis had leaned into the twinks ear to ask if he was sure. The twink just nodded his head and groaned in sync with the suggestive lyrics. The Adonis took that as a yes and continued to dance and fuck. He felt like he was making love to everyone in the room. The audience was spellbound. The air was electric with sexual energy. The climax of the music was building and the two dancers orgasmed simultaneously. Adonis breeding the twink and twink spraying all over his partners chest and face. The stage did not go dark as the audience erupted into a standing ovation. It was in that euphoric moment our campfire host decided he would supplement his career with nude modeling, performing as a bb porn star, erotic dance and stripping ... but he would build his career as a gay bb male escort. He wanted to make his living giving as many men as possible orgasmic pleasure. I was totally honoured that he'd given it to me for free, and I loved the fact his load was marinating in my bowels as he shared this fuckin hot story from his life. ... to be continued.

I awoke the next morning to the hitchhiker's hard raw cock poking at my hole. We had so warn ourselves out the night before that we slept until well after sunrise. We moved out of the car and he did me over the trunk. This fuck was animalistic . It was as if he was full of rage and needed to pound it out. Fortunately I enjoyed him pounding it into me. We moved to a number of positions as this assault lasted 3/4 of an hour. When he finally came inside me he collapsed whimpering "Fuck man, I needed that." Turned out we were beside a stream so we washed off before heading off to pick up our supplies. We lucked out with a launching point into some crown land lakes fairly close by. By noon we were naked picnicking on a small sunny island. His main topic of conversation had been looking for reassurance that getting sucked by me and fucking me didn't make him gay. He kept assuring me this wasn't a put down of me, and that he actually loved the sex, more than he dreamed he could. He just wanted me to assure him I wasn't turning him gay. As I stroked a big boner as I asked if he wanted to suck it. In disdain he blurted, "No fuckin way man. " "Then I don't think you're gay. " I assured, "Unless of course you want me to fuck you?" "Fuck man, stop it. NO WAY I'm letting you put that in my ass. " "Then relax, you're not gay. " This seemed to finally calm him. We finished lunch, enjoyed a skinny dip and paddled on. By late afternoon we found a great campsite and set up our tent. Dinner was simple and easy and after we went for a gentle paddle around an island only 100 feet away. Only then did we see the tent on the far side and a gorgeous naked Adonis of a man emerging from the water. He casually waved hello to us and we paddled closer to share our greeting. He was a 6'4" Greek God of a man with a golden seamless Mediterranean tan, broad shoulders, eight pack, sturdy legs and a stunning uncut cock that hung halfway down to his knees. With his sun bleached shoulder length blond hair and lovely dusting of body hair in all the right places I couldn't ask for more perfection. I apologized for setting our camp so close to his and he brushed my apology off. He'd seen us setting up earlier and chosen not to interrupt us. He'd been camped on this island for the past week and we were the first people he'd seen. He'd loved the seclusion but was actually starting to pine some company. As his hand casually touched his magnificent member he said "Especially gay company. " He looked me in the eye and winked. We were paddling nude and he couldn't miss the fact I was chubbing up. Still fondling himself he asked; "Why don't you let me take care of that for you ? Unless your boy toy minds too much. " I stuttered. "Oh he's not my boy toy." And the hitchhiker blushed: "I'm straight. But can I watch?" I was soon sitting on a rock with this beautiful man between my knees giving me the best blow job ever. It wasn’t long 'til I warned I was very close. He just doubled his efforts and took every drop of my load deep down his beautiful throat. While he was servicing me a finger had found my hole and discerned it's availability. When his throat was clear he spoke, "Can I fuck you? I actually haven't cum all week and I'm thinking your hole would like a flooding. " "Fuck yeah! He loves taking loads!" This was the hitchhiker's cheer. I could tell this God of a man was a professional. He ate and fingered and tounge fucked my hole to the point he knew nothing would satisfy it but his massive erection. He waited until I begged; "Fuck me, just fuck me now, please." He had so prepared my hole that it sucked his raw mammoth meat in with minimal effort. Then he made such tender love to me. Doggie, spooning, missionary, carrying me as he walked! I couldn't imagine another position and he found it. Finally he apologized, "Sorry I need to cum so bad." "Don't apologize, just breed me already." And of course as I spoke I could feel his beautiful warm wet man juice painting my gut walls. This was truly paradise. He was in no rush to pull out and we sucked face for ten minutes until we decided at the same moment it was time for a swim. The hitchhiker joined us and thanked us for the awesome show. Before we left the water we were invited to stay for a campfire He assured us the breeze kept the mosquitoes off the island. To be continued

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.

Tommo grabbed Dave's hair and pulled him away from his face. He could only grin as he looked at the young lad's face. He was lost in horniness. Niall spoke up, "Time for another round of this I'd say" he said handing the lighter and pipe to Dave. "Take another few hits there man". Like a good apprentice Dave followed the instruction taking three big hits. The tingling ran all through his body and he was feeling so horny. He passed the pipe to Tommo and, without thinking starting reaching down into his boxers to wank himself off. Tommo didn't bother taking a hit, he was more interested in what the young lad in front of him was at, "Ha, good idea there, what you reckon Niall?" Niall smiled at Tommo and both men stood and removed their underwear revealing two semi swollen cocks that were only getting bigger. The young apprentice couldn't believe what was going on. At the back of his mind this seemed wierd to say the least but the alcohol and drugs had lowered his inhibitions to the point that he simply didn't care. He was horny, his buddies were horny. Niall's cock was lovely, natural even, uncut nice girth, about 7.5inches (same as me, he thought), nice bush of pubes. Tommo's was longer he noticed. 8 or 9 inches he guessed, slimmer than his own and Niall's but cut and completely devoid of hair. Dave was rejoined by both men on the couch as they started wanking and chatting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Tommo sat on Dave's right, placing his left arm behind the younger lad's head while slowly stroking his meat with his right. "Everything alright there lad?" He asked, noticing a slightly crest fallen Dave still with his hand inside his own boxers. "Fuck sake, can't seem to get properly hard", the apprentice blurted out. "Ah", Niall began, "that can happen with T lad, gives ya the mood but not the horn. Don't stress bud, give it time, relax, we can help sort ya" he finished his reassurance with one of his trademark winks that got Dave flustered. "I've an idea" Niall said, grabbing Dave by the hand and leading him out of the sitting room. The 19 year old followed his mentor into a guest bathroom. "Sometimes a good shower helps, ya know just clean yourself down and out" Niall explained to his apprentice who was only half comprehending what he was hearing. "Lose the boxers and step in there" said Niall, in strange, half commanding tone Dave recognised from work. He did as instructed, followed by Niall who switched on the shower and toyed with the temperature. Still in the fog of T, Dave was puzzled, the nozzle was an odd one he'd not seen before, "that some fancy yoke?" he asked. Niall just laughed to himself, "No lad, it's not for your head, it's for your ass". Dave seemed to sober up quickly hearing this, "what?!". "Don't worry kid, it won't hurt. It'll help clear ya out a bit. I did it earlier myself, so did Tom when he freshened up earlier". Niall explained to Dave about how the nozzle would spray water into him, how to hold it and sit over the toilet to realease. Dave was dubious, he felt like he should go, but Niall was so calm and matter of fact, besides, as Niall had explained, the clearout apparently helped with getting hard. For the next while Niall helped guide Dave through the process, eventually proving successful with a stream of clear water flowing from the younger lad. "Well, how do ya feel?" Niall asked the teen, "Good yeah, think it worked, feels like I'm sobered up a bit." said Dave, rubbing his hole, not quite believing what he had just done. "Ha, yeah kid, it's a life saver" Niall responded as he changed the shower head, "c'mon, we both need a rinse after that" motioning Dave to join him in the shower. The shower seemed to relax both men, they chatted as they washed, the occasional friendly grab or slap of an ass cheek. Just like the showers after training or a match Dave thought to himself. As they dried off Dave felt refreshed, it was as if he'd just woken from a great sleep. When they returned to the sitting room the two found Tommo had switched the TV to porn. On screen, two muscle bears were spit-roasting a cute blonde who's tits were bouncing around. Dave was mesmerised. "Fuck sake, I thought you two were gone out for the night" joked Tommo, "right" he continued, "I'm gonna have a quick refresh myself" passing the other two for a shower. It wasn't long before Tommo came back to find Naill and Dave chatting as porn still played in the background. "Fuck lads, things are dying here, better change it" he declared as he refilled the pipe and lit it up. For the next few minutes the lads took turns taking hits, shotgunning and having a laugh. "How long since we had the cans?" Niall asked, "a few hours" responded Tom with a knowing smile. With that Niall went to the fridge, took out a bottle of coke, a jar of clear liquid and a syringe. Dave watched as Niall put an amount of the clear liquid into a glass for each and filled them with coke. "Here, down this, it's fantastic with the T" Niall explained as Dave took the glass and along with the other two men downed it in one. "Fuck that's rotten" the young man said. Tommo quickly took a hit from the pipe and pulled Dave in for a shot gun before once again slipping in his tongue. Dave was feeling very relaxed and loving the feeling of Tommo's stubble against him. He was loving how good this felt as Tom slowly led him onto the floor with Dave lying on top. As they kissed slowly, both enjoying each other, Dave felt Niall's hands massage his calves. He was loving it as hands slowly but surely made their way to his ass cheeks. He was so horny, he could feel Tommo's boner growing underneath him, when suddenly he was shocked back to reality. His cheeks were spread and a tounge was licking his hole.

CHAPTER THREE: After several months of lying, fighting and sex only when we were high, I arrived for a long weekend in Los Angeles with the idea that if our relationship was going to ever work, we ought to try to enjoy at least one weekend without the drugs. In the car ride from the airport to Manny's apartment, I gingerly brought up the subject. "How would you feel about us not doing any partying this weekend? Just for a change." Manny was driving and he had just turned off the freeway so I wondered if the silence meant he hadn't heard me. "Manny? Did you..." "I heard you. Sure. That sounds fine." There was a long silence as we made our way through the residential neighborhood of Long Beach where he lived. "I just.... I'm curious what this is all about?" "I don't know. I mean. We both love to get high. But I hope we can agree... we love each other more." "Sure." And that one syllable could not have possibly been delivered in a less convincing tone of voice. When we got to his apartment, I noticed his roommate wasn't there. When I asked where Natalie was he said she had some family stuff to take care of in the valley. "So we have the place to ourselves," I offered... making my way toward him with my lips and hands. I was horny. And I wanted to fuck. "I haven't worked out yet today. And you know I hate to cum before hitting the gym. Let's wait until after dinner." "Okay. What do you want to do?" "There must be something good on TV. Why don't you pick something. I need to hit the toilet real quick." Manny disappeared down the hall, shutting the door to the bathroom. When the door was shut I know that meant he was taking a dump. So I found the remote and turned on the TV and started channel surfing. In a minute or two, I heard the door to the bathroom open and the sound of the toilet flushing. "Is this okay?" I called to him, having settled on a rerun of Golden Girls. "Sure," he called to me as I heard him slowly walking toward the livingroom. First I smelled it. Then I saw it. He was surrounded by enormous plumes of white Tina smoke. As he continued to light and suck enormous hits off his pipe. I guess he'd stached it in the bathroom. Seeing him smoking got my dick hard immediately. And as he arrived on the sofa next to me he pulled me in for the biggest shotgun of my life. "Oh fuck" we both said as we yielded to what was clearly already taking root as a serious drug addiction. Even though I'd wanted a sober weekend the moment I took that first hit I heard myself thanking him for not letting me push our Tina off for even a day. "I was wanting this all day," he admitted. "How much did you get," I asked. "Just two 8balls, 4 ecstasy, 3 ounces of G and some Viagra." He handed me the pipe and I started smoking hungrily as he released my cock and sucked the pool of precum from my swollen purple cockhead. He yanked down my jeans and started to go for my ass. "I'm not sure if it's so clean. I just got off a 5 hr. flight." He ignored me and moaned as he rubbed the ripe sweaty scent of my hole all over his face and beard. In no time I was returning the favor burying my face in his ass as he draped himself face down over the wooden coffeetable. He grabbed the remote and switched channels to a techno music station. I quickly brought my dripping cock to his hole and he turned around to face me. "I threw away anything that could be used as lube so do it natural. Spit and precum and nothing else." I popped the head in and dripped a river inside him. He pushed back hard against my dry shaft seeming to enjoy the pain of abrasion tearing at his hole. "Did the boy upstairs fuck you?" I asked. Instead of answering he grabbed his cell from his pocket and sent a text. "I got more stuff. Come on down whenever your Mom goes out." I was pumping into his hole faster and harder and talking real dirty, telling him how badly I wished I was poz so I could infect him. He answered with his quasi-serious warnings that he hoped I would never slam again. That smoking was just fine. And there was no reason to risk a more serious unmanageable addiction by shooting up. I looked down at my right arm and hoped the track marks weren't too obvious. I was so lost in our fuck that I didn't hear the front door open. Had he left it unlocked the whole time? I only knew the teenage kid was there the moment I felt his tongue gently lapping at my hole. I then felt Manny slide up, arching his back to almost sit up, keeping my cock lodged deep so that he could pass the pipe and torch back to our guest. I turned to look at him as he smoked. Jesus. How old was this kid? He didn't look much older than 15 or 16. "How old are you?" I blurted out before realizing the question might be a buzz kill. "Oh. I'm... almost 19," he said and I'm pretty sure I spotted a look pass between them as both their cocks bobbed up. I braced myself for a weekend of wild tweker sex with a cast of characters I would likely not be able to keep in my memory. And the higher we got, the more we both accepted that anonymous and high risk were what we both wanted to chase til I got on my plane home Tuesday morning. Manny wanted me dripping cum into my seat on the flight. And I wanted to imagine them fucking passionately for the whole 5 hours of that flight.

On a school trip to London when I was 15. We were free to roam the city by ourselves for a few hours. I needed to piss and went to a urinal, a few class mates waiting outside until I was done. There was only one other guy. Took a while before I realized the other guy wasn't pissing but stroking his dick. When I looked at his face he motioned with his head to come over. He knelt and started to suck. I had never done anything like this before. I was hard in a second and only took less than a minute I think before I blew in his mouth. First time ever I had any sexual contact with another guy. Rest of the day I had a semi erection thinking about it ;-) It wasn't until a little over a year later that I sucked my first dick and got fucked for the first time as well.

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

Other than John Glenn and Mark Kelly, I can’t think of one that was very successful. Glenn was a well-respected, longtime Senator, but his higher aspirations fell flat. Just reviewing his Wikipedia page, he was considered by Carter for VP but his convention speech fell flat and Carter picked Mondale. Glenn tried for presidential nom and lost out in Iowa caucus and NH primary. I still think Kelly’s bio makes him worthy of consideration. But if he’s not a compelling speaker/debater, we probably have better alternatives. For a while it felt like momentum was behind Kelly, but I’m not hearing much of that now. There seems to be a lot of energy behind Walz. Announcement won’t come for several days, so who knows where we’re headed. And now that Republicans are experiencing buyer’s remorse about Vance, will Trump toss him aside? Such interesting times.

I was just DP'd last weekend but it was at the end of multiple pounding on a sling and was brought to a bed. Yes your correct it's better after a few loads. Your hole will be very loose. I have only done it a few times and did hurt some. This last time I was so loose and there cocks weren't too wide but very long. I wish when they lasted longer in the fucking but after both were in deep and thrusting it was amazing how it felt.

I got pozzed in 2016 and have been a total bottom slut ever since! ☣️🔥😛!!

They do have lockers you can rent for $3 at MrD'z Mens Emporium in Tampa. I've been to underwear night on Wednesday and jockstrap night on Friday and had a fucking good time!

I just worked out that in the 5 years I’ve been regularly fucking Drew, and assuming 4ml per load and the fact that I breed him most days, say 300 days in a year, I reckon I’ve shot over 12 pints of sperm up Drew’s asshole. Have any other tops pumped that much seed up a regular Fuck Buddy’s ass? Or any bottoms taken that much seed from one Top? Ok, math done - fucked another load into him - working toward pint 13!

Of all the countless times I’ve been fucked I once asked a guy to pull out when he disclosed he was poz. It was about 1 year into my bb pig journey and I was neg for neg lol. When it was time to cum he buried his cock deep and said “where do you want this load slut?” As he came hard inside me. I was confused about it when it happened but jerked off to it lots of times after it and learned my lesson. Poz loads are even hotter to receive as a gift 💦🐽☣️

That is coming next !

Yes please more, more. I cant wait to hear his new adventure with uncle Chester and going downstairs.

I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

Chapter 6 – Double Feature Chapters 1 through 5 tell the tale of a weekend with Matt and a few other guys. Matt wanted to do something special for me for my birthday and he has done a great job. Three other guys have been here, and we’re now hanging out with a hot stud named Rob, whom we’ve played with before. I could see daylight through the curtains in Matt’s playroom, so I knew that we had been at it for quite a while already. Matt, Rob, and I are hanging out on the bed. I’m sitting up with my legs bent, and Rob is stroking my hole. He’s being gentle with it, which is quite the contrast when he was filling me with both hands a little bit ago. “Some G to start the day?” Matt asked. I was up for it, and Rob said that he’d do some, but he did have some things to do in the afternoon, so he couldn’t stay too long. Matt went to get us the spiked drinks. G always makes me even more open than I am with just T. I didn’t really need any more help today, but it would just amp up the fun. While Matt was away, I started playing with Rob’s cock and hole. He’s got a nice cock, but I’m an ass man. Rob’s ass is hairy, and there’s a forest of hair around his hole. It’s always hot to see that hair get all covered in spit and lube. I was mostly just feeling him up, running my hands over his ass and letting my fingers travel up and down his crack. He’d shudder when I ran over his hole, so I focused my efforts there. When Matt came back with the drinks, I had four fingers in Rob’s hole. He is mostly a top but likes getting his hole played with. I’ve never fisted him. We all drank our refreshments, knowing that the G would hit in about 10 minutes or so. Rob picked up the pipe and suggested that we blow clouds while we waited. That was fine with me, so we fired up the torch and got to it. I was only going to smoke a little since I was already pretty heavily spun. By the end of passing the torch around, Rob had my legs in the air. Both he and Matt were fingering around and inside my hole. I was holding my legs up, letting them explore wherever they wanted. “We gotta get you in the sling,” suggested Rob. So, we all headed that way. I suggested that one of them should ride the fuck machine in the rim seat and was surprised when Rob agreed to it. He did say that he needed a smaller dildo. He said that he had never used a fuck machine before and wanted to know what it was like. Rob picked out a bigger dildo than I expected him to choose. Matt and I installed it on the machine and ensured it was well-lubed. I told Rob that I wanted to eat his ass before he took the dildo, so I lay down under the rim seat, and he lowered his sweet hairy hole on my face. Fuck, he has a great ass! The hair is so sexy and enticing, and my tongue just drove into him. He was probably feeling ready for the dildo after the G and T, and I wanted something in my ass, so this would be a relatively short rimming session. With an ass like Rob’s, I could rim for hours. I buried my tongue in his hole, reveling in the textures of his hole, plus the great musky aroma his hair held. Rob was enjoying the activity and snorted some popper to up the excitement. I couldn’t easily sniff any under the chair, but it was great to feel Rob’s hoe relax and open more as he pressed his ass against my face. Matt was probing my hole now, and I was ready for more than he could give me while II was on the floor. I pulled out from under the rim seat. Matt and I got the machine positioned and watched as Rob sank his ass onto the toy. He threw his head back in pleasure when it bottomed out. Matt gave Rob the remote so that he could control the depth and speed. Once I was in the sling, Matt asked, “Hand or toy?” “Your choice,” was my reply. Matt got up and stepped out of the room briefly, but he was back soon with a new toy in his hands. “Are you ready to meet the Professor?” Matt asked. This was a new fisting dildo with a broad forearm and quite long. After lubing it up, Matt slowly started to insert the dildo. This one took some work to get into my ass. Getting the fist in was a serious stretch. I locked eyes with Rob as Matt penetrated me. Rob had turned the fuck machine on and was getting a slow penetration. Meanwhile, Matt was twisting this toy into my ass. Rob saw what Matt was shoving in me and suggested I snort some poppers. I did and on top of the T and G already in me, it was awesome. I became nothing but a hole, seeking penetration. Matt steadily pushed the toy into me, and my ass ate it up. Matt got the toy deep inside me, and then he started to fuck me with it. In and out, twisting as he went. My ass was in heaven. With all the chemicals floating through my body, I was only able to pay attention to what was happening in my ass. Matt was doing an amazing job with the dildo, and I was appreciative of his efforts. Rob had now increased the speed of the fuck machine. It was ramming into him at a good pace, certainly more than I expected of him. Even though he likes light ass play and rimming, he’d never suggested that he wanted to be fucked. “I see why you guys like this!” Rob exclaimed. “You should try something bigger,” I recommended. Rob thought about it for a moment and said, “Sure. Why not?” So, he stopped the machine and pulled the dildo out of his ass. He looked over Matt's selection of toys and picked up one that was a lot thicker. “This should open me up,” he said. Rob swapped out the smaller dildo for the larger one. Matt and I both suggested lots of lube since this would be a major size increase for Rob. As he was lubing the toy, he bent forward to show me his ass. The hair was all slick with lube, and his hole was showing the beginnings of a gape. It looked fantastic. When he was ready, he turned around and lowered himself onto the toy. There was groaning, and it took a bit of time, but he got it all the way in. Matt had stopped fucking me with the other dildo and held it in place deep inside me as we both watched Rob impale himself on the toy. Then, Rob started the machine, setting it to a slow pace. I was enjoying watching Rob fuck himself and taking the dildo from Matt. He had resumed his movements, matching his speed to what Rob was doing with the machine. Rob and I picked up our poppers to get even piggier. He had to stop the machine so he could snort from the bottle, but once we had breathed in the potent fumes and recapped the bottles, he started it up again. It was going faster this time. Honestly, I don’t really know what Rob was doing for a while. The only thing I could pay attention to was my ass and how phenomenal the dildo felt inside it. Matt was working wonders with it in my ass, and the sensations were epic. As I was coming down from the poppers, I saw that Rob had sunk down even more on the rim seat and was getting plowed mercilessly by the machine. It was alluring to see him in the throes of ecstasy like this, and I watched as Matt pounded my ass. Matt told me to hold the dildo in my ass. I reached down and grabbed the base. When I started moving it, I was amazed at its length. This was really deep inside me. Matt was lubing up his hands, so I knew what came next. Matt took the dildo in hand and pulled it out of my ass. When the last bit popped out, my hole stayed open and gaping. That was good because his fist was at my entrance immediately. He simply leaned forward a bit, and then he was inside me. The toy felt good, but a real live fist always feels better. Matt just kept sliding more and more of his arm inside me. There were a few pauses on the way, but he soon told me that he was in up to his elbow. Rob had stopped the machine again, keeping his dildo buried in his ass as he watched my ass swallow Matt's arm. I’d only played this deep a few times and it is a powerful feeling. Matt slowly began his extraction from my ass. We both felt a sense of achievement at hitting this new goal. I kept telling him how good his arm felt inside me, and he was smiling broadly. I hadn’t realized that Rob was now standing. He’d left the fuck machine and was adding lube to his hands. I expected that he and Matt would change places, but Rob placed his hand next to Matt’s as Matt got near the final extraction point. They looked at each other, and in silent agreement, each slid a hand into my ass. This was the biggest stretch so far. When one guy gives you both his fists, he can coordinate them so they are as collapsed together as possible. With two guys, there are more variables, and the total package is extreme. I could only hold them in briefly, but it was another exciting activity. They both pulled out. Matt found a sizeable butt plug that he readied for my ass. He recommended a break after he shoved it in me. I agreed, provided they both were plugged too. Two plugs were selected and lubricated. The pleasure of inserting them was granted to me, and I happily complied. Once again, there were three naked and spun men on the bed; this time, we all had plugs in our asses. Matt and Rob both pulled out their phones to check the apps. Rob smiled and showed his phone to Matt. “What do you think?” queried Rob. “Fuck yeah,” said Matt, “Have him join us.”

After a day in the fresh air and so much sex the beers were going down pretty smoothly. My hitchhiker was tipping them back quickly and was soon pretty drunk. He was full of questions for the gay escort and too uninhibited by the alcohol to censor himself. The escort just ignored some of the ruder questions passing them off with a smile. The comment that took the hitchhiker most by surprise was when he assumed most guys would get bred by the escort. The escort casually and proudly respond. "There's a place in my add that refers to safety practices. Mine reads, 'anything goes'. That tells clients I'm ok with bareback including giving or taking loads . 10% of my clients want vanilla, hand jobs, blowjobs that kind of thing. 70% want this big tool raw in their ass. For most that means they want me to breed them ... not all. And I'm happy to oblige. 20 % want to fuck and breed this beautiful body. Not only do I give them their money's worth I love taking their hot pounding and sexy loads. Of the vanilla guys I suck down lots of loads. I fuckin love fresh cum in me!" "Hhooollly fuuk!" the hitchhiker slurred "Soo caan I breed ya riight nnowww?" "Well first off I thought you were straight " "Isth jus se ... se ... sexth!" "Secondly I think you're too drunk. " the escort laughed. "I .... au .... I caaannn ge ith upper. I'm nooottt toooʻoo drruuun" "Well third you'd have to pay me." "H ... hhhee diiidn' pay ya." "Yeah that was a freebie. They remind me it's not all business. I'm not a sex machine and sometimes I just love sex for the sake of sex. I knew the moment I saw this gorgeous silver fox I wanted to plant my six day load deep inside him. And before the end of tomorrow I fully intend he'll breed me. Gratis! You on the other hand must pay for the privilege. If not with money then with services. " "Seerrrvv , I Caan do .... whhaaa seerrv" "Oh, your ass. Maybe your mouth will do if you're good. " "I ... I ... nooo gaayyy " "It's not gay. It's just sex. " he teased his cock hard. "I ... I don ha mmoonnee." "Then tell me which gets this" manhandling his hardening cock," your ass or your mouth?" The hitchhiker lurched towards the escort, crawled between his legs and took the tip of the mammoth cock into his mouth. The escort good naturedly pushed him off and laughed , "No my friend. You're too drunk for me to negotiate with you in good conscience. Let's get you to bed and sobered up. We can close this transaction in the morning. " The escort helped me load him in our canoe, paddle back to our site and tuck him into bed. Promising to bring the canoe back in the morning the escort had a second thought. "I wasn't kidding about offering you my ass silver daddy. I'd love to sleep with your load in my ass. What do you say?" He leaned against a nearby tree and presented his sculpture worthy ass. "Eat it out daddy , get it ready for your beautiful raw cock." I ate like the banquet that was being presented. He moaned and groaned his pleasure. Then I fingered his hole to my hearts content. With three fingers stretching his gorgeous hole I added my tongue. His sphincter pulled my tongue in deep. "Fuck daddy, you deserve an Olympic medal in tounge fucking. Why don't they offer that sport?" My tounge started to get tired and I stood to move in for the grand finally. "Yeah silver fox, fuck me, fuck me now. Breed my starving ass!" He had no trouble taking my swift entry and the fuck was on. I apologized; "I'm not a great top, sorry . I probably won't last long. " "No need to apologize, your fuckin hot sperm painting my guts and marinating through my sleep is the goal. For me it's like a sleep sedative and gives me fuckin erotic dreams. Besides that young buck is going to give me a great ride tomorrow once I've had my fun with him. .... listen to me blather on ... less talk, more fuck." His banter had helped hold me off uncharacteristically long. Now I began to worry I wouldn't be able to cum. I didn't need to worry. He knew just what to say. "Yeah that's a great fuck daddy! I love your raw cock deep inside me. Give me all you've got. Breed me deep daddy. Yeah give it to me. Yeah, yeah yeah that's it. Fuuccckkk, I can feel you spraying, hosing my gut walls with that beautiful big daddy load. Fuck yeah. Fuckin awesome. Thank you daddy silver fox. Thankyou!" I was totally spent. We fell in the lake for a quick refresher and he swam off to his island with my babies swimming in his ass. I slept like a baby. .... to be continued

This is my first time writing a story like this. Please let me know if you like it.

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

Tony Bishop now has a hotPA for his hot thick dick

When I was young I remember sucking my uncle's cock the first time. But he never sucked me until I was 15. However, all the boys my age in the neighborhood started to suck each others cocks. It was I dare you to suck his cock so of course we always did. A few buddies were double dog dared and no boy can not take that dare and live. So of course we all sucked cock. That was the first time I had my cock sucked. The thing was I loved all my buddies cum and would suck them to completion any time they asked. Of course everyone had to swallow. I never had to be dared, I just wanted their sweet young jizz in my mouth all the time.

It was a school buddy, so friend, he was about 14, I was13 also. Believe it or not, In my house just inside the front door, LOL, and after we noticed the door had not been locked. Only happened one time and I can say, I do not miss getting them.

Holy fuck ! The inflatable butt plug that Trex had shoved up my hole, felt enormous ! Trex asked me, “How does that feel ?” “Huge,” I said ! He said,“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. He handed me another bottle of water and told me to chug it all down. Trex took a minute to check his messages, then he told me that a buddy of his was going to be stopping by to pick up some “supplies,” and that the guy would probably be hanging around for a while. “Right now, I think you need some more TINA,” Trex said, his deep voice booming ! He retrieved the torch from the shelf, lit it, then, instead of handing the bubbler pipe to me, he applied the torch to the bottom of the bowl, and told me to stroke his cock while he took a hit. He was so fucking thick that my hand didn’t come even close to going all the way around it. He groaned loudly, as I stroked my hand up and down the length of his monster cock. “YEH,” he called out ! His cock got harder and thicker, and he kept flexing it while he steadily pulled the clouds into his lungs. For a few seconds, he held his breath and returned the pipe and the torch to the shelf. Then, he leaned over and blasted a huge Tina cloud right down my throat. He grinned when I blew the cloud back out, and watched it wafting all over his BBC. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When Trex came back into the room, he had a red plastic cup in each hand. “I think Danny boy is ready for a little G ! But, first, you need to hit the pipe, again.” I felt like I was already flying pretty high. Don’t get me wrong. I was feeling great ! Trex placed the red cups on the shelf, then handed the lit torch and the bubbler pipe to me, and he stroked his cock as he watched me take a hit. After I blew out a big cloud, Trex placed the pipe and the torch back on the shelf, and he picked up the red plastic cups, handing one to me, and he said, “Cheers,” just before we both gulped down the G. While we waited for the G to kick in, Trex pinched and twisted my nipples, driving me wild, and I stroked his BBC, still absolutely in awe over the size of it. A few minutes later, Trex moved around to the end of the sling, and he turned the release valve on the inflatable butt plug, causing it to make a loud whoosh as the air rushed out of it. He slowly pulled the deflated butt plug out of me, and checked to see if everything was alright. Now that my Tina charged hole was empty, I was feeling desperate to get fucked. Plus, I could feel the G kicking in, and it was really making my head spin. I saw Trex grinning at me. He knew what I was feeling. Again he lubed up the butt plug, and pushed it only about half way inside of my hole before he started inflating it, “Awwwww, YEH,” I moaned, as the butt plug grew thicker and thicker, stretching my opening. “Oh, FUCK, that feels good !” “Yeh,” Trex said ? How about now,” as he popped the butt plug past my opening, then pulled it all the way out, again ? “Holy FUCK,” I said, just before he popped it back inside my opening and proceeded to fuck it in and out of me, repeatedly, rattling the chains on the sling as it swung up and back. “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK” was all I could say. When the doorbell rang, Trex shoved the butt plug all the way inside my hole, and left the room. It seemed like a long time before he returned, but it might have been only less than a minute. “Hey, Danny boy, this is Dantrell. Dantrell, this is Danny,” Trex said, making the quick introductions. “Hell, yeh, I think this’ll do just fine,” Dantrell said, looking me up and down. Trex gestured his hand toward the shelf, a silent invitation for Dantrell to help himself to the pipe, which he quickly accepted. While Dantrell fired up the bubbler pipe, and took one hit after another, Trex went back to working the partially inflated butt plug in and out of my hole, stretching my opening, more and more, his BBC flexing regularly as it got harder and harder. Trex said, “Hey, Dantrell; how about getting out of those clothes ? Show Danny boy here what you got ? As a guy who is addicted to cock, especially BBCs, I was watching Dantrell’s every move. And, he definitely didn’t disappoint. First, he stripped off a long sleeved flannel shirt that was already unbuttoned, followed by a baggy tee shirt, and an untied pair of high tops. As he slid down his equally baggy jeans, and stepped out of them, I could see what appeared to be a very impressive dick, flopping around inside his blue and green plaid boxer shorts. And, when he stripped off the boxer shorts, I was a lot more than impressed. While Trex’s cock was definitely a lot thicker, Dantrell certainly had him beat, in length.