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I had a message from a regular POZ breeder who wanted to know if I would take his early morning load as his bf was at work and he had the morning horn for breeding a neg CUMPIG. Of course I agreed and he turned up just 10 mins later. I was hooded, in my jock and cum dump socks and wearing my harness. My hole was stuffed with my large butt plug when he yanked it out and reinserted a couple of times to check how sloppy my cunt was. I occasionally get offered his hot cheating poz cum and gratefully take it too. His bf hates him sharing his poz load so he regularly keeps the local cumdumps topped up discretely and we all usually get a top up every few months. This morning he clearly needed to dump that load asap. He arrived and didn’t strip off, he unzipped his jeans and got to work on his semi. Then he ordered me to my knees as he pushed it into my mouth and made me suck him hard. He made me suck on his balls then held my head as he pushed his dick into my throat. He made sure he used my throat having my head held until he was down inside my throat for a fucking. When he had coated my throat with his poz precum and was rock solid he was ready for my cunt. I assumed the normal position on all fours as he stabbed into my cunt in one deep hard thrust. He grabbed my hips and started to pound my hole. The butt plug ensured he was inside a sloppy cunt with little friction, just how he likes to breed. He quickly settled into a hard and fast fuck rhythm as he used my hole. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and told him how much I loved having poz dick inside me and how I longed for his dirty load once more. I could tell he was almost ready to release the load from his heavy balls, so I got vocal - begging him to ‘breed my cunt’. Without a fuss he pushed in real deep as he released his poz load deep in my hungry cunt. I remained dead still as he pumped his full load into me. He was done with me. My cunt had served its purpose, he pulled out and used his fingers to clean his dripping dick off, he flicked it over me to signify I had been used and I wasn’t even worth thanking. He tagged my ass with the pen as proof of use, gathered his stuff and left the room. Once again I’ll take my turn waiting for the next time he needs to breed this CUMPIG! Bring it on… I need that POZ seed!

A few days later, both my boyfriend and myself felt our holes burning. After a trip to the doctor’s and a few tests, we both had been infected with ghonnorhea and chlamydia. Chad had also contracted syphilis. The HIV tests for both of us were negative, much to my surprise. It was far too early for Chad to test positive, but I was fully expecting to test poz. The next few weeks were uneventful. Chad was upset about catching so many things, even more frustrated that he couldn’t remember doing it. Sex between us dried up as we were going through treatment, and then school picked up keeping both of us busy. Eventually Chad fell incredibly ill, almost ending up in the hospital. Our doctor recommended that we both get tested for HIV, and sure enough he was positive. Somehow however, I was still negative. Driving home from the doctor’s was the worst. Chad was crying, saying that his entire life had changed and about how overwhelming everything was. I felt horrible…but also felt hornier than I had in a while. My stud of a boyfriend had an 8in uncut dick filled with toxic cum. We got home and Chad wanted to go pass out in bed, mentally drained, running a fever, and coughing something fierce. I helped him to bed, stripped him of his clothes, and laid him down. I took a moment to gaze at his naked body, still muscular but skinnier than normal, with his flaccid uncut cock and low hanging balls resting between his thighs. I suddenly felt ravenous, and dived at his crotch, putting his dick in my mouth. He moaned as I ran my tongue along his shaft, getting him hard. “No,” he protested, “the doctor said we shouldn’t until you’re on prep and I’m medicated.” I didn’t stop, cupping his balls with one hand, gripping his shaft with the other and jerking his dick while blowing him. His protests got louder and he started trying to push me away. Chad finally succeeded in pushing my mouth off of him right as his body started convulsing, spraying his toxic load all over his chest. “Sorry, babe, I wanted to help make you feel better.” I said, looking at the wasted load on his chest. “Thanks for that.” He smiled weakly and coughed, rolling over in bed without cleaning himself up, his bubble butt taunting me. “I gotta pass out.” I got up off of the bed and pulled the blankets over Chad, running my hand over his ass while doing so. I soon heard him snoring, and realized that this was my chance: if he wasn’t going to give me a load, I can go get one myself. I cleaned out in the bathroom furthest away from the bedroom and quickly changed into a tight exercise shirt, a jockstrap, and some small running shorts. I put a bottle of poppers in my pocket and moved as quietly as I could to the door.

While I was a sophomore in college, I was really fucking horny. My boyfriend Chad couldn't satisfy my desire to be plowed almost every night. He was 25 at the time and was a Ph.D student in applied physics, so he didn't have much free time, an was tired when he did. I was 20, 6'1, 190 pounds of muscle with brown hair and blue eyes with a 6.5inch cut cock. Despite my masculine appearance, I was a power bottom. He didn't want me cheating on him, so to satisfy my desire to be fucked, he would let other men fuck me as long as he set up the encounter, watched, and they wore a condom. Unbeknownst to him though, I poked holes in almost all of the condoms. We always fucked raw, and I hated condoms and LOVED taking a load in my ass. One fateful day, I was horny as fuck and Chad just wasn't feeling up to the task of fucking me, so he went to craigslist and set up an advert looking for an anon top. About 30 minutes later we got a response requesting that the bottom (me) be blindfolded. I'm always into kinky shit, so I figured why not, a blindfold is no problem. I went into our bedroom and set up a small camera behind the tv near the bed so as to relive the moment later. I then put the faulty condoms out, got naked, and put on the blindfold with my ass in the air. About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Chad answered. "Come on in. Hot tats man" said Chad. "Thanks. I have a bunch all over. " replied the man in a deep gruff voice. He must have been an older man, 40's minimum. I heard some clothes being taken off. "Damn, that one must have hurt, it's so close to your dick. That eagle tattoo on you chest looks sweet!" Chad exclaimed. "Heh, yeah. The eagle was my first one. The one near my dick was my third one. The second one..." There was a slap as if he had smacked his own ass. "Was this one. I got then at the same time after an incredible week." He laughed "I just can't remember too much from all the partying. So. Who am I fucking?" "He's this way" said Chad as he lead the stranger to the bedroom. My cock got hard thinking that this older tatted man was going to fuck my brains out. I felt a slap of a large hand on my ass. "You're in for a treat today boy." Said the man. He started rimming my ass with his tongue. I moaned as he licked and moaned even more as he started sticking a finger in my hole. I heard a rip, and the unrolling of a condom on a dick. I've heard this many a time, but he was going to cum in me, he just didn't know it. He thrusted hard in my ass and I yelped. He must have been at least 8 inches!! I felt a pop inside me and I knew the condom break due to inadequate living and the holes. He smacked my ass hard, "You be quiet" he said forcefully and proceeded to stuff something cloth in my mouth. I judging from the taste and smell it must have been one of his socks. He smacked my ass again and I made sure to not make a sound. "That's better bitch." I wasn't sure if he felt the condom break or not, but if he had, he wasn't mentioning it. He pushed me completely down on the bed, pinning me with his body. His ass to the camera, he started fucking me like a rabbit with short but forceful thrusts. It was all I could do to not scream or moan as waves of pain and ecstasy washed over me. I could hear Chad sitting down somewhere in front of me jerking off. The man pulled me up and then started to fuck me doggie style. This time he pulled out almost all the way and slammed his dick deep into my ass. I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt his massive dick squeeze in my ass. He then grabbed my hair in one hand and slapped my ass harder than ever with the other and said "Bitch, I told you not to make a noise!" I was so turned on that I couldn't help but moan again, and again his hand slapped my ass, all the while pulling my head back by my hair. He kept thrusting his long dick in and out of me, faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum bitch." He said. I moaned through his sock on purpose. He yanked my hair back and then smacked my ass again as he moaned loudly. "Fuck yeah bitch. Make me cum!" He yelled at me. I squeezed my ass as tight as I could as he kept thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I felt his dick throb deep in my ass for what felt like ages. Finally he stopped and pulled out. It felt like my ass was uncorked. He slapped my ass and took out his sock and then walked out. I heard some shuffling and then a door closing. "That was hot!" Said Chad. "I think he took the condom with him. Odd." I heard some shuffling around and I pulled off the blindfold. Chad was putting his clothes on. "I have to head into the lab, I'm running late already." He gave me a kiss and then left. Sore and still hard, I took out the camera and put the memory card in my computer and started watching the film. I fast forwarded to when the man walked in. He was about 6' tall and was maybe 60 years old, based on his bald head and grey goatee. I saw the eagle tattoo on his chest first. It took up almost his entire chest, from nipple to nipple of a bald eagle. I then saw his massive dick. He was easily 9 inches long and really girthy, surrounded by lightly trimmed grey pubes. My mouth watered and I almost came from the sight. I couldn't make out the tattoo above his dick though. His front was in front of the camera for such a brief time. He turned around and I saw the tattoo on his ass cheeks. On one side there was a black biohazard symbol and the words "Cum in" underneath. I had never seen anything like it before, but I loved how it was shaped and perfectly fit on his ass. I started fast forwarding and saw where he started fucking me. He paused for a moment and I knew that was where the condom broke. My ass started leaking and I paused the recording. I stuck my hand near my ass and pushed it all back in. Lifting up my fingers I saw residue of cum and blood. Licking my fingers, I got a butt plug and put it in and continued watching the video. I saw the man cum in me and pull out. The condom was definitely broken and wrapped around the base of his long shaft, which was tinged red. Chad couldn't see it as he was sitting in front of my blindfolded face. The man quickly took off the condom and held it in his hand as he exited the room. I moved to the bed and started jerking my raging hard boner. All I could think about was that man filling my ass and fucking me mercilessly. I started playing with the butt plug and shot my load. I was in heaven as it cascaded all over my chest and face. I lay there in ecstasy, covered in my own cum with that strangers cum deep inside me, held in place by the plug

Yesterday was a great weather day in Florida So I went to a nude beach You have to be careful as there are parts of your body that well just don’t see the sun i was lay on my blanket when a young Latin guy put his towel next to me . Nice ass he said Then turned sides way to show a wonderful dick He made a little small talk when he asked “can I fuck you”’ He went on to say he does not use condoms Sure I said go after it He put a little oil on my hold and went right it. He was fucking me on the beach in front of all He then whispered I am close and I don’t pull out He then shot a huge load deep in me He stayed in me and in felt him getting hard He then whispered “ I always am good for two” He then pumped another load on me. He left and I could feel his cum dripping out my ass and down my balls GREAT

I would love to hear your feedback on this new part, including Thomas's new friend. Here is Part 3: Thomas lays exhausted on the grimy mattress in the dimly lit orgy room, panting heavily but still yearning for more as his body quivers with pleasure from the intense group sex session he just experienced. The stench of sweat and sex fills the air around him while his gaze drifts between Ethan and other onlookers gathered around them—all eager to witness or partake in their twisted escapades. Ethan observes Thomas intently, his eyes rake over Thomas's body from head to toe; taking in every bead of sweat on his skin and each tremble caused by the aftereffects of orgasm. Ethan smirks devilishly as he contemplates how best to torture this insatiable cumdump further—how far they can push their mutual devotion towards depravity together. Without another word, Ethan begins his work. He stands over Thomas, grasping a steel shackle in each hand as he approaches from behind. Then, he speaks softly into Thomas's ear, sending a chill down the younger man's spine with his sinister whisper, "You've impressed me today, my little cumdump. It's clear you have a natural talent for submission. But I think it's time we took things to the next level," he says before swiftly snapping the steel shackles onto Thomas's wrists and ankles, binding him in place with ease. Thomas moans softly as Ethan's hands explore his body further; running along his chest and abdomen, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake while ensuring each movement causes the maximum amount of discomfort and arousal for his submissive companion. The cool metal shackles cut into Thomas's sensitive skin as they restrain him even more tightly—an unbearably erotic sensation that only serves to heighten both their desires for one another. Ethan smiles wickedly at the sight before him, knowing exactly what's needed to push this young man over the edge of sanity into a realm where only carnal pleasure and pain exist—a place where they can lose themselves completely in their shared twisted fantasies. He grabs another syringe filled with an evil cocktail: part nasty Tina-laced chems, part of his own infected HIV blood—all mixed together specifically for this moment to heighten Thomas's vulnerability and ensure absolute obedience. Ethan watches as Thomas's eyes widen in fear mixed with excitement at the sight of the needle. He smirks at the boy's pleas as he slowly approaches him. He places a comforting hand on Thomas's shoulder and whispers softly, "Let's see how far you are willing to go for me, my little cumdump." Thomas tries to pull away, whimpering in fear at the sight of Ethan's needle-covered hands. "Please," he begs weakly, his voice trembling with terror and anticipation. "I don't want this! I can't take Poz blood, that is too much!" But Ethan doesn't listen, "You know you do, Thomas," he murmurs darkly as he grabs hold of Thomas's arm firmly. The needle pierces his skin, releasing a steady stream of poison directly into his veins while another dose is injected into Thomas's already-inflamed ass. Thomas tries to resist the onslaught but fails miserably; overwhelmed by the intensity and rapid pace of it all. The drugs course through him like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body with a burst of ecstasy. He gasps loudly as he feels a rush of pleasure coursing through him, his entire body tingling with anticipation for what's to come next. He whimpers softly under Ethan's command, "Please, Master... make me feel good... I'll do anything you want!" Ethan grins maliciously and replies, “Cute how you changed your mind. I intend to, my little cumdump. I just want to see how much pleasure you can take before you beg for more." With that, he takes a step back, allowing Thomas to feel the full effects of the drugs without any external stimulation. He admires the marks the syringe left on Thomas's pale skin—a symbol of submission and degradation that no one could mistake for anything else. Thomas squirms on the bed; moaning and writhing as if caught between heaven and hell itself. His cock twitches uncontrollably inside his confining clothes, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath him. He can't help but crave more contact—any form of touch would be enough to send him over the edge into an intense state of euphoria. As Thomas continues to squirm and whimper, Ethan turns his attention back to their bondage session with a newfound fervor; determined to push his slave further than ever before as he leans in close enough for their breaths to mingle hotly against each other's lips—an intimate dance that hints at a deep level of connection, despite all evidence pointing towards its perversion and despair. With that, Ethan does something unexpected, he kisses Thomas on the mouth passionately. Their tongues are dueling for dominance while they explore every inch of each other's mouth with wild abandon—a raw display of lustful power that leaves both men gasping for breath when it ends. But before either can recover fully from this intense exchange, Ethan pulls out his already-hardening cock and shoves it back into Thomas's eagerly awaiting mouth once more. As Thomas keeps feeling the effects of the Tina coursing through his system, he finds himself unable—or perhaps unwilling—to resist as his master uses him like a piece of furniture: fucking his face with brutal force that leaves Thomas barely able breathe through his nose when it's not plugged shut by some part or another. Throughout this grueling assault on every one of Thomas's senses, he feels something strange happening within him—an awakening desire for more punishment; for Ethan to take complete control over his body and mind so completely that there are no lines left uncrossed between them anymore. It's as if some dark part within himself has been unlocked by their twisted relationship, and it hungers endlessly for whatever depravity Ethan can dish out next—a realization both horrifying yet exhilarating in its intensity. The room, filled with onlookers who had gathered to witness their perverse spectacle, blurs as Ethan's own animalistic instincts take over. His cock feels harder than ever before; never has he possessed a boy this completely. In the midst of their intense sexual encounter and drug-induced state, neither Ethan nor Thomas appear to notice a man stepping forward, someone who soon would turn out to be an old acquaintance of Thomas's. This hunky man—with chiseled abs and a rock hard, veiny cock that stands out prominently from the crowd—is none other than Johnny. He has known Thomas years ago when they were sex buddies but lost touch after a while; now he can't believe what has become of his once innocent friend as he watches in horror—and lust—from the sidelines. Johnny approaches Thomas, who looks at him with pleading eyes begging for release from this torture, but also acknowledging that he deserves every ounce of punishment being doled out by Ethan because it's exactly what he wants. To be owned by someone so completely devoid of morals and human decency. Releasing Thomas was far from Johnny's intention; he still felt resentful for the way their relationship ended abruptly due to his own insecurities about getting caught indulging in such [banned word] activities. As he watched Ethan using Thomas like a piece of meat without any regard for his wellbeing or comfort, it only fueled Johnny's desire to join in on the fun and claim some ownership over this broken boy himself. He jerks his cock vigorously, planning on joining Ethan in the abuse as soon as possible. His shaft throbs with excitement while he places a shard of Tina onto its tip before pulling out the plug still lodged deep inside; eager to feel the rush of plunging his hardness deep inside Thomas's unguarded ass again—a reminder of all they once shared together that could have been if only one had acted upon their true desires instead of hiding them away in shame. "Isn't this wonderful, my little cumdump? You can see how many people want a piece of you," Ethan chuckles evilly as he continues to pound into Thomas's willing mouth, pushing Johnny deeper into the boy with every stroke. As the orgy room becomes even more chaotic than before, with other attendees joining in on the fun, men from all walks of life take advantage of Thomas's vulnerability and willingness to submit. The air is filled with moans and grunts, punctuated by gasps for breath as cocks slide in and out of various holes while hands grope and fondle any bit of flesh that can be reached. Ethan grabs ahold of Johnny's hips and directs him to fuck Thomas harder—pushing them both towards the brink faster than ever before possible. Their eyes meet through their shared pleasure; two souls connected by their mutual love for destruction and debauchery. And as they reach their peak together—Johnny filling Thomas with his seed while Ethan empties himself deep into his mouth—they know that nothing else could ever compare to this moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy borne out of depravity. The three men collapse in exhaustion onto the grimy mattress together; their chests heaving from exertion while they catch their breath and await whatever new depraved acts the orgy room may have in store for them next. As they lie there, Thomas starts coming to his senses, only then realizing who Johnny really was. With that, he speaks "Johnny" weakly, his voice barely audible above the din of the ongoing orgy. The hunky man looks down to him with a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes before replying softly. “So it is really you!” Johnny asks hesitantly, struggling to reconcile the boy he once knew with this broken shell of a person lying before him. Thomas nods weakly in response but doesn't say anything more as Ethan's cock begins twitching again, resting against his cheek; ready for round two at any moment if either man was so inclined. Johnny takes a step closer, studying their intertwined forms with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "I can hardly recognize you like this, Thomas... you used to hold back so much." His voice is thick with emotion as he grapples with the reality of Thomas's current state; reduced to nothing more than a slave for Ethan's pleasure. "Is it... Is it really what you wanted?" Thomas finally manages to whisper, his eyes darting between Johnny and Ethan. A nervous tremor runs through his body at the thought that his old friend may judge him or disapprove of his actions. Johnny hesitates for a moment before nodding gently. "I wish I had been the one to put you through this kind of transformation, Thomas," he admits with a sigh. "But this guy... he's good at what he does, he did what I could’t: break you.” Thomas glances up at Johnny in surprise, relief washing over his features at the understanding in his friend's voice. But as their eyes meet again, a sudden chill runs down Thomas's spine: The consequences of having an old friend witness their actions are about to become all too real for both him and Ethan.

A day passed, and I had already jerked off and came to the video three times. My ass was still sore and a little stretched out, as I had the buttplug in my ass holding in the stranger's cum for most of the previous day. Although I had already came several times, I was still horny. I started searching for porn online, with men tatted like the stranger who had filled me with cum the day before. I had just stumbled upon a video of a older man with a biohazard tattoo, and I was immediately reminded of the hot stranger. I searched for biohazard tattoos, and I was stunned. He was poz, and I had made sure that he came in me. I had poked holes in the condom, and I let him fill me with his toxic jizz. For as shocked as I was, I had a raging boner. I was turned on that he had bred me, and more than likely pozzed me, and that I had it all on camera. I watched the recording again and blew another load all over myself. Fast forwarding a week, I had sneaked into Chad's email and found the stranger's email address. I had contacted him and we hooked up three times that week, each time he filled my ass with his toxic cum. Meanwhile, I had been devising a way to poz Chad without him knowing and thus making him think that he pozzed me, and I finally had a plan. "I'm not so sure about this." Chad said meekly. "I've never been to a place like that before." "Neither have I," I lied, "But it will be fun!" We were talking, of course, about going to a bathhouse in town. I knew it would make Chad nervous, which was key, as Chad then takes Zoloft. "Ok, ok, you convinced me." Chad replied with a smirk. "I'll just be right back a moment." He went to the bathroom and I heard some shuffling of pills. Knowing him, he would take twice the amount he normally does. Everything is going according to plan. We left our place and headed to the bathhouse, a modest looking place from the outside, but a den of decadence and exhilaration on the inside. We got inside after paying for a private room, with me half-carrying Chad. He was stumbling a little, no doubt losing his coordination after taking a little too much zoloft. I smiled as we got to the room and he started undressing. He looked a little drunk as he swayed back and forth. He's shorter than myself, standing at 5'11", with brown eyes and short brown hair. He's skinny, about 150 pounds and a little bit of muscle. He has always been a total top, and was very proud of his 8 inch uncut cock, but I knew he would be bottoming today. "Mman, this ish going to be sho much fun." Chad slurred as he swayed sideways into a wall, his cock half erect and swinging as he fell. I smiled and began getting undressed, knowing that he won't remember any of this. We left the room, Chad learning on me, one hand on is own semihard dick, and the other on my 6.5 in hard cock. My arm was wrapped around him as we walked down a hallways to a room with a mattress, a couch, and a few tv's in the walls with porn on them. The mattress was stained with the bodily fluids of countless men, as was the couch. There was a heavy set man on the couch watching the porn and jerking his dick. His cock seemed to be around 5 inches, and not very thick. He wasn't too attractive, with a face only a mother could love. My cock twitched as I saw him, and he grinned as we came into the room. I set Chad down on the mattress, and he giggled for some reason. "Your friend alright there?" Said a voice from behind me, and I felt a greasy hand cup my ass. "Yeah, he just took too much medicine." I replied. I turned around, and could smell his breath, like a mixture of ass, eggs, and fish. I got on my knees to avoid kissing him and started sucking his cock. I got his cock nice and lubricated and then said "I want you to fuck my boyfriend." "You sure? He passed out." Replied the man. I looked back. Sure enough, he was out like a light. "Yeah, he loves taking loads. He would be angry if I didn't get you to cum in him." The man kneeled down and grabbed Chad's ass and put it in the air. He looked pitiful, face down and passed out. I was rock hard. The man slid his thin cock into Chad's ass. "Shit, he's tight for being unconscious." He said. It didn't stop him from fucking Chad's ass though. He wasted no time getting to full speed, his stomach resting on Chad's ass as his thrusted his dick into my boyfriend. I knew Chad would never want to have sex with a man like this, and I loved watching it. "Fuck man, I'm going to cum." The large man moaned. "Cum in him, cum in my boyfriend's ass." I said as I was jerking my cock. That sent him over the edge. He moaned and pushed himself as far as he could go into Chad's ass. I looked around and saw a young black man watching. He was maybe 25 years old, but he had a 6 inch cock and average girth. I gestured for him to come over as the large man left. "I can fuck him? You want me to use a condom?" The black kid asked. "Nah, he's ok with it. He wants you to fill him up to." I replied. He smiled, "No problem, I haven't cum in a few days." He spat on his cock and slowly penetrated Chad's hole. He must still be a little tight, I thought to myself. The kid started fucking and I looked around. There wasn't anybody in the room. I got up, my dick leaking precum from watching Chad's ass get bred for the first time, and started exploring, looking for the next cock to cum in Chad. I walked around the bathhouse, looking specifically for somebody with a biohazard tattoo. About 10 minutes passed, and I hadn't found one. Disappointed, I sat down in a hot tub with a couple making out. They were hot, mid thirties and shaved heads with black stubble across their pale faces. The taller of the two had a hairy chest, the other looked like he may be hairless. They pulled away from each other as I got in to look at me. Curiously, the taller asked "You look down kid, ain't no reason for that here." He spoke with a deep voice and a southern drawl, which amplified his sexiness. "My friend was hoping to take a load from a poz guy here, but I haven't found one." I responded. They looked at each other and smiled. The smaller one chimed in "We are both poz. Just found out a few days ago. We'll be happy to help you out." I smiled and we all got up. I finally saw their dicks, both hard and massive. The tall one was 8 inches long, thick, cut, and veiny, with a small bush of pubes and lowhanging balls. The smaller one had a 7 inch cock, also cut but not as thick, with a tight ball sack and stubble for pubes. Excitedly, I took them to fuck my boyfriend. When we got to Chad, he was still asleep, with three men around him. The two men standing were peeing clear streams of piss on Chad's unconscious body. From the looks of it, it wasn't the first time as the mattress was pretty soaked already. The other man had his fist and wrist up Chad's ass. He removed it as the three of us walked in. "This guy's takin' loads apparently." He said in a gruff voice. "We just came in him if you three want a turn." The tall poz man smiled and stepped forward. He spit on his dick and jammed his dick hard in Chad's ass. When he pulled out, there was a little blood. "Perfect," he moaned, "We'll charge him up for ya." He started making long thrusts deep into Chad's cum-filled ass. I felt a finger probing my hole, which was shortly followed by a hard dick. I winced in pain and moaned, as I was forced down onto the wet mattress, urine filling my nose as the cock forced it way deep inside my unlubricated ass. I turned around and saw the shorter poz man fucking my hole. "Don't worry," he said, "After I cum in your ass, I'll have another load to charge up your buddy." He was an excellent fucker, he varied the speed of his strokes, thrusting deep in my ass every time. I heard a moan come from the taller poz man, and I heard him fucking Chad faster and faster. "Fuck yeah! Take my poz load!" He moan as he fucked Chad's knocked out ass faster. He moaned again and slowed down, and eventually pulling out. He got up and moved towards my face, lifting up my head to his cock. "Clean it." He said, and I obeyed. I put his softening cock in my mouth and tasted cum, lube, and a hint of iron. He started getting hard again. The poz man fucking me started to moan and his dick started spasming inside me. I could almost feel the ropes of hot poz jizz shoot out of his cock and into my ass. He got up, his cock still hard, and started fucking Chad's ass. "Damn," I said after pulling the tall man's dick from my mouth. "Can he really cum again?" "Yeah, and so can I." He got up and shoved his dick in my ass at full force. I cringed as his dick pierced my asshole. He was definitely thicker than his partner. I lost track of time as I was getting pounded, my head pushed down against the piss-soaked mattress. The man fucking me came first and furiously. He slapped my ass and moaned as he filled my hole with his toxic load. He pulled out and quickly turned me around, forcing his long cock down my throat. My eyes watered and I heard his partner moan as he came in Chad's ass. The poz cock was pulled out of my mouth, but a second later his partner's cock replaced his in my mouth. I then cleaned his poz cock off in my mouth. A few hours later, Chad and I were back at home. To make sure that the cum didn't drip out of his stretched ass, I put my butt plug in his ass. I had showered him off and cleaned him up before he regained consciousness. He woke up on the couch and moaned painfully. "Shit...I feel like I was hit by a truck, and then fucked by it." he said slowly. "Damn, you went crazy, Chad." I lied. I then proceeded to tell Chad that he started sucking every dick he saw and telling everybody that he was taking loads. He believed it, and apologized that he acted that way. I smiled and accepted his apology, but I was smiling because I knew that Chad was definitely pozzed after that amazing trip.

Good man, always cum in the ass, if your seed is toxic, even better

Hi guys, this is the first story I felt like I could publish. I am very curious about what you think about it. It was a warm Friday night in September, and the little hallway in the sauna Thomas found himself in reeked of poppers and sweat. He locked eyes with the hottest guy he had ever laid eyes on, whose he later found out was Ethan. Thomas was new to this world; he'd only recently discovered his love for rough, explicit sexual encounters with other men. At 26 years old, his body was lean yet ripe with innocence, his hunger to submit hidden beneath a shy smile. Ethan, on the other hand, was an experienced prowler in this den of depravity; he'd been visiting saunas for years and had made it his mission to corrupt as many innocent young men like Thomas as possible. A man in his early 30s with a body built from sin itself—rough around the edges and brimming with desire—Ethan was not one to be trifled with. From their first exchange of lust-filled glances, it was clear that Ethan had set his sights on Thomas. He could see the raw hunger in those green eyes; an insatiable thirst for adventure and debauchery that matched his own. He knew that behind that shy smile lay a world of kinks Thomas had yet to discover. As they talked about their likes and dislikes (or more accurately, what turned them on), a sickening smile crept across Ethan's face as he realized that he had found yet another plaything to add to his long list of conquests. Ethan knew no limits when it came to exploring his kinks; he reveled in destruction and despair just as much as pleasure and release. His one true passion was seeing how far he could push someone until they became unrecognizable to themselves: a cockhungry slut begging for more even after their mind and body were broken beyond repair. And Ethan intended to do exactly that with Thomas—corrupt him, ruin him, consume him whole. Thomas was willingly led by the hand (and other, less chivalrous body parts) into one of the private rooms reserved for those seeking true intimacy within the depths of depravity. Ethan closed the door behind them and turned to face Thomas with an unsettling grin that promised a night filled with untold horrors and unparalleled pleasures. Without further ado, Ethan lunged forward and shoved his tongue down Thomas's throat. Thomas gagged at first but quickly gave in to the relentless assault on his senses; he couldn't resist as his body responded instinctually to Ethan's dominant advances. His hands clawed at Ethan's muscled back as he moaned into their kiss while his cock hardened beneath his towel. Breaking apart from their passionate embrace, Ethan gazed at Thomas with a newfound appreciation for his naivete. "You know," he said in a low, throaty whisper that sent shivers down Thomas's spine, "I've always loved showing young guys like you how fun it can be to give in and let your cock take over." Thomas gulped audibly but could barely find the words to respond; his heart was pounding in his chest as he tried (and failed) to hide the obvious excitement building within him. Ethan smirked at Thomas's obvious arousal and took a step back, dropping his towel and revealing a taut stomach riddled with old scars that told stories of past conquests—some willing partners, some not so much. "Don't worry," he said, tracing one particularly vicious gash on his side, "You're safe with me." He paused for dramatic effect before adding darkly, "I take care of the things I own.” Thomas shuddered involuntarily at the implication of what Ethan was saying; but instead of pulling away in fear or disgust, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Ethan's ear as he whispered huskily: "Make me your slut." Without another word, Ethan shoved Thomas against the wall and roughly pulled down the boy’s towel, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. With a wicked grin that showed just how truly depraved his intentions were for their evening together, Ethan reached into the pocket of the little bag he was carrying and pulled out a small syringe filled with an unlabeled liquid—a powerful chemical compound designed to turn consenting adults into mindless sex slaves at his command. Thomas's eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen; but it was too late. He felt the needle at his skin, followed by an explosion of heat and pleasure coursing through his veins, signaling the beginning of his descent into hell. As he felt himself losing control, Thomas knew that there was no turning back; from this moment forward, he belonged to Ethan—body and soul. The pleasure was so much Thomas fell onto the floor, now looking up at his new master. Despite the fear that still lurked in the corners of Thomas's mind, there was an undeniable sense of excitement—almost arousal—bubbling up inside him as well. Ethan read Thomas's thoughts like an open book and laughed darkly. "Go on," he said with a sneer, gesturing toward his impressively erect cock that jutted out from his sweat-drenched body like a sword. "Suck me off.” Thomas swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out hesitantly to take hold of Ethan's hard length. He tentatively wrapped his lips around the head of Ethan's cock, tasting sweat and pre-cum on his tongue. A shiver of excitement ran up his spine at the sensation—a feeling he never would have expected just a few short hours ago before his descent into depravity. As Thomas began to suck eagerly at Ethan's cock, bobbing his head up and down in a frenzy of lust, Ethan's grip on the back of Thomas's skull tightened ever so slightly—just enough to let him know who was truly in charge here. Thomas moaned around the thick shaft filling his mouth while he caressed his hands down over Ethan's rock hard abs and further downward toward those plump round cheeks that seemed just begging for some attention themselves. Thomas was lost in the urge to worship Ethan’s superior body, no thoughts other than the pleasure he was feeling. When it became clear that neither man could take another moment without release any longer, Ethan finally gave a low groan and pulled his cock free from Thomas's hungry mouth before grabbing Thomas and pushing him onto the leather mattress just behind; hefted him upwards with surprising strength and then placed him down onto all fours. Just after Ethan lined his cock up with Thomas's dripping pink hole, he slammed all ten inches of throbbing cock into his boyhole with one forceful thrust that sent waves upon waves upon waves of pleasure cascading throughout every cell inside Thomas's body, who gasped loudly in both surprise as well as sheer ecstasy before going completely silent once more except for soft whimpers and moans that escaped his lips. As each brutal thrust met with Thomas's tight little channel deep within him, so too did Ethan lose control of himself; grunting out harsh obscenities like ‘whore’, ‘slut’, or ‘cumdump’ while pounding away mercilessly with every single ounce of raw power he could muster up inside him. Round after round of frenzied lovemaking ensued until finally Ethan couldn't contain himself any longer. He gave one last forceful jolt into Thomas before shooting ropes and ropes of cum deep into Thomas's pussy as he growled out harshly right alongside it. “Take it bitch, take all my POZ cum and become mine for good” he screamed, and all Thomas could do in response was moaning and begging for more. With their joining finally completed now, Ethan collapsed onto Thomas with an exhausted groan while still buried deeply inside the boy’s hole after having delivered its toxic payload. Slowly he uncoupled himself from the boy, seeing a drop of cum escape his hole. As Thomas lay panting and sweat-soaked on dirty mattress afterwards, his mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations that had been inflicted upon him by his new master, he couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited him next. He knew one thing for certain though: whatever came next in this twisted journey of lust and despair would be unlike anything he could ever have imagined—and yet still, some small part of himself ached with a need to experience more of the darkness that Ethan would surely reveal to him as time went on. And so they continued their depraved dance together within the confines of the sauna—two souls bound by blood and sin; one driven by his insatiable hunger to corrupt while another found himself lost in its depths, his new owner being the only thing that matters.

Bred a 30-something last night at a local club who got a little bent out of shape because I didn’t warn him before I shot my load up his ass. (As if the increased erratic breathing and accelerated, harder thrusts were not a clue.) I told him terms and conditions should have been expressed before I shoved my cock up his ass or at least some time prior to chanting over and over, “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder!” If I ever say, “I’m cumming”, it means that I am quite literally means I am cumming right at that moment. It would be easy to blame it on youth, but I’ve had that happened with older guys as well. I’m a respectful person, but if you’re one of those guys who want to get fucked raw, but not bred, say something at the start. If you don’t tell me - or any top - what you want, I’m just going to assume you want my load up inside of you.

Book Store Tag Along by austinsubmale I got an interesting message the other day from another user here on BZ. He says he recently relocated to Austin and had read some of my stories about my bookstore visits, particularly the one "Another Bookstore Visit" that I had recently posted. He told me that he's always wanted to visit a bookstore but they didn't have him where he used to live and he's a little afraid to go by himself the first time. He then asked me if I would be willing to let him tag along on my next visit. I was quick to reply that I'd love to show him the ropes. We made arrangements to meet in the parking lot and then go inside, exchaning information on what vehicles we'd be driving. I usually take my old beater pickup truck because it is more incognito than what I usually drive. He would be driving an also fairly inconspicuous smaller SUV. I had picked a Saturday afternoon to go, because it is usually fairly busy. I also posted several places that I'd be there, and with a guest, to try to make sure at least a few amenable people would be there. As I got ready, cleaning myself inside and out and pre-lubing and stretching my ass with a series of progressively larger plugs I logged into a couple of the normal sites and put in updates that I was on my way. When I got there I was encouraged that all the spots along the front and side of the building were full. I had told my new friend to park in back anyway, as it is more discreet and we could chat a few minutes before going inside. There were even a few cars parked in back, and one of them matches the description he had given me and I saw there was someone sitting inside. I parked next to it and as I did, the occupant opened his door and got out. He matches the description also, looked to be early 40s and much thinner than me, altough not skinny by any means. I knew he'd do well here. I got out as well and he greeted me asking if I was austinsubmale from BZ. I replied that I was and I was glad to meet him. He told me that he was worried I wouldn't show or that this place didn't really exist but was glad to find out it and me were for real. I explained a little bit about how it works, that I always pay for both the video arcade booths and the theater so I can go back and forth between them as I like. That is is one charge, they don't use tokens any more and that you can stay up to four hours for one price but that they really don't watch that very closely. We went inside and I was happy to see that my favorite person was working the cash register. I've mentioned her in previous stories. She's a thick busty blonde lady who is maybe about 5 or 6 years younger than me. She was talking to a couple of black guys who I recognize as regulars and both of whom I know have accounts on that bareback site and a few others. I know she likes black dick too. She has shown me some old video of her pulling a train before which was super hot. She greeted me and said that she saw I have a guest along with me. I introduced him to her and told her it was his first time at a bookstore. She said she could tell, but she knew that like me he would be a natural and back here as often as he could be. I told her I thought so too. We both paid and she told us to have fun. I led him towards the video arcade booths first as they're closer. As we approached we could hear the sounds of porn sound tracks playing. It took both of us a minute for our eyes to adjust to the darkness in there after how bright and sunny a day it was outside. We half felt our way back to the back of the arcade each of us bumping into a few guys who were loitering outside the booths. Some of those guys took feels of us as we went by, some of them made comments and we could hear the porn and sometimes sounds of sex coming from the booths as we passed. As my eyes adjusted I could recognize a few regulars and some guys who didn't look familiar. I think the two black guys from up front followed us back as well but it was hard to see for sure. I entered a booth in the 2nd to back that I know has glory holes in both sides. We left the door unlatched. A big brown uncut dick quickly appeared through the glory hole on the wall towards the booth at back of the arcade. I told my friend to go ahead and get on it. He didn't waste any time getting on his knees and took it into his mouth. I went to the other wall glory hole and got on my knees and it didn't take long for me to also be rewarded with a long uncut dick pushing through. I likewise took it into my mouth and started sucking it. As we were both sucking the dicks through the glory hole I could hear at least one, no two other people enter the booth with us. It was pitch black in this booth because the video screen here doesn't usually work so I couldn't see them at all even when I tried to look back briefly. I got back to sucking the dick as I felt someone start to pull my pants down and hike the tails of my shirt up. Then I felt hands rubbing my exposed cheeks and checking my balls through the PAPI jock underwear I was wearing. Then they also pulled down my underwear and started pulling and pinching my balls and cock, causing me to moan out around the dick I was sucking. Then I got a couple hard swatts on my butt causing me to moan again. I could hear from my friend that he was apparently getting similar treatment from someone as well. Then I felt a finger sliding in my crack until it found my hole and pressed in. Finding it already lubed, it pulled out and then two and then three fingers were shoved inside. Apparently that pleased the owner of the fingers because they pulled out again after a few more pushes to verify I was stretched and ready. I heard a voice in my ear that I recognized as one of the black guys from up front saying "You going to take this big dick white boy". I moaned again in answer. Taking that as a yes, I felt his huge head start to part my cheeks and slide until it found my little pucker. Once he was in the tight spot he started to push in hard until the head popped in causing me to moan even louder. The guy I was sucking obviously was enjoying what happened every time I did and he was starting to really get into it and fuck my face causing me to make "gack gack gack" sounds. The dick in my ass waited a second and then pushed in balls deep. I could feel bristly pubes against my butt. It paused again and then pulled almost all the way back out before slamming into me hard enough I could feel his big low hanging balls slap my taint. Then he really started rocking me, long deep dicking, rubbing my prostate and passing my 2nd ring every time he bottomed out. My sounds were now moans mixed with the gagging sounds. It wasn't long before I felt the dick in my mouth start to pulse and squirts of cum shot directly into my throat as I heard the guy groaning through the wall loud enough to be over the porn sounds and everything else going on. I didn't realize I was close but my little cock spontaneously dribbled out my little load of watery cum as I came hard and the spasms in my ass drove the guy fucking me over the edge and I then felt his dick start to swell and then shoot blast after blast of cum deep inside me as he hollered out "Take that poz load you cum dump" loud enough I am sure they heard it all the way back in the theater and all the way up front. As both of the dicks pulled out of me I heard the guy fucking my friend also yell out "Here it comes! Knocking this ass up!" My friend slumped against the little bench as the dick was pulled out of him and I saw that he had cum running down his chin. The two black guys left and told us that they'd see us again later in the theater. I got up and then sat down on the bench at the back of the booth. My friend sat down next to me, panting from the excitement. I could feel the cum in my ass still and I knew it would probably dribble out as I walked. I got on my phone and checked the apps. I had several messages from guys saying they were either on their way to the bookstore or were already there. Looking at the location based map I saw there were several icons clustered around the bookstore. It was definitely time to go back and check out the theater... but that will be in the next installment.

Just got back from a local place called x-spot....went to the GH, noticed there was a guy in the adjoining booth, dropped a dollar in the machine and showed my open mouth at the hole. Fortunately, he was there to unload and offered me a magnificent 7" uncut beauty. Gladly took it into my mouth and started worshipping it like the little faggot fuckslut I am for a while, then decided to push my luck. Dropped my pants, popped out my plug and offered up my bare, prelubed hole. Wasn't long before I felt the heavenly sensation of his mushroom push against and then into me...fuck, did it feel great (been WAAAAAY too long for this whore. He used my cunt for what it was there for until seeding it balls deep. He pulled out and slapped my hole a few times. Being the proper faggot I am, I quickly dropped back to my knees and started cleaning his dick...he ended up getting hard again and blew another load into my mouth, which of course I hungrily gobbled down. Afterwards, he said it had been a while since he busted twice in a row like that and I thanked Him for allowing me to serve as His cumdump. It was awesome being able to fulfill my purpose again...I just REALLY hope He was toxic too ☣️🖤

This is important. The legislature (at the behest of the governor) changed the law. Why? Was it in response to an actual problem, or was it (as I contend) simply doing the bidding of far-right activists in exchange for their electoral support?

This is fictional. I couldn't believe it. I was stunned. My sunk heart when I heard. I was out having lunch in the park and ended up seeing my boyfriend Sammy's friend Pedro. Pedro was a sexy guy, I didn't have too much in common with him. We've hung out a few times with my boyfriend and some of their friends, never really found him to be interesting. Anyways, he's sees me eating outside at the park and he comes up to "TOM! Is that you baby give me a hug!" as he walked up to me. "Where's Sammy??" he asked as we got on the blanket and talked some more. I told him that my boyfriend Sammy was at work and we went into some small talk. "Hey, I wanna tell you something. Okay?" he asked with concerned look on his face. I didn't know what to think. "It's Sammy, well uhmm. You know he's cheating on you, right?" "WHAT?? Are you kidding??" I asked. "No, I'm being serious. You know he goes to the booths, right?", Pedro responded. "What booths?? What are you talking about??". Pedro responded back "the porno place, down the street, you know, the ones with the booths in the back?" I did know what he was talking about. I mean, I have a past. I'll admit it. Let's just say the booths were probably the best place to get raw sex. I spent many Saturday nights cruising for ass at that place. But, that's all past me now. I am in love, I don't even think about that stuff anymore! I have a beautiful boyfriend and we make love all the time. "Look, I know you think I am joking, but I'm not!", he said with more concern. "He is cheating on you!." I asked one more time, hoping that this was all a joke. "No, I am not joking, This is serious dude, I wanted to let you know." I was hurt, devastated. Almost numb for a second or two. I put my head down and my hands on my forehead sulking. Pedro comforted me, in a very affectionate way. It really calmed me down. I guess it was just a nice feeling knowing that someone actually cared to help someone in need. He moved closed to me and caressed my back and side hugging me a little here and there. I asked "what should I do now? I really care about him." "You should get back at him," he offered up. "What?? How am I supposed to get back at him??", I asked. It was a ridiculous thing to say. Seemed so juvenile to even consider such thing. That's when he directed my head towards him with a seductive look on face, "cheat on him" he suggested. "WHAT?? I am not going to cheat on my boyfriend!" I protested back to him. "No, I'm serious baby," he said, "you can use me to get back to him, you can use me anytime you want." It was all a flash, I don't know what happened but all of a sudden I am kissing him in the park. Passionately. He starts rubbing my dick with my shorts still on. He turns around to make sure nobody is looking. I kept thinking that I was make the wrong decision but I couldn't stop. I knew it was wrong. "hey baby, let's go back to my place. I'll can cheer you up. And I can make you feel like a man." He leaned in and kissed me again as I gathered my stuff and again he looked into my eyes and hugged me again, caressing my back and said "Cmon back to my place, I'll make you feel better." We walked back to his place from the park. My emotions were running wild. I just found out my boyfriend Sammy has been cheating on me and here I am about to fuck his friend Pedro. What the fuck am I doing? But I just kept walking. We walk into his building, walk about 2 flights of stairs and he opens the door to his place. "Hope my roommate isn't here" he says softly as he turns the key that echos through the hallway and stairwell. He opens the door and we enter, he puts his index finger over his lips to signal to me to be quiet for a second and he looks to see if his roommate is home. "All clear," he says and grabs my hand as we walk down the hallway past the kitchen and open the door to his bedroom. He closes his door to the bedroom after we both enter and turns around and starts to kiss me again. A few seconds in he starts to rub my cock with my shorts still on, then pulls my shorts down, rubbing my dick with my underwear on. He crotches down and slowly pulls down my boxer briefs as exposing the shaft of my hard cock, then finally exposing my entire tool as it bounces out of the underwear. "Wow baby, handsome and a nice dick. You don't deserve to be cheated on." He holds my dick and examines it, then lifts it up to look at my balls and then sniffs. "Yummy, you smell like a real man." He he then puts the head of my dick on his tongue and licks it with his mouth open while looking at me. "Do you like that baby?" he asked as I nodded back at him. Then he started to put more of it in his mouth and finally the hole thing. Holding it he moves is head back and forth and he sucks on my dick. I am breathing heavier now and hold his head as he continues to suck my dick. He sucks me off for a few minutes then holds my hand and brings me over to his bed and we start to strip naked. He takes off his shirt, shorts and leaves on his pink thong, I take off my shirt and pull my shorts and underwear from my feet. He looks back in my eyes and asks "don't you like my thong?" And I responded, "fuck yes I do." "You don't use condoms do you? I only take it raw baby." He said and I responded, "I only fuck raw." "Good." He gets on the bed, lays on his back and grabs my hand and pullls me toward his naked body. "Cmon baby, show me what kind of man you are" he says. I lay down on him with my dick hard as fuck. We start to kiss some more as he wraps his arms around my back. My dick rubs up against his hard dick that is tucked away in his jock. We kiss passionatly as I adjust my dick towards his ass crack. I lift his lefts up, he hands me some lube and I rub it all over my cock. I start trying to get my dick to find his hole and then I was finally able to get it in right. I slowly put it in and move it in until it can't go further. He guides me a little. Then I start to move it back and forth slowly, then a little faster and then I get my momentum. He starts to moan "oh baby fuck me, fuck me baby". "You like that, you like my dick" "yeah baby, fuck me hard." I fuck hard and harder "Oh yeah baby your dick feels so good, fuck" as we start to kiss some more. And then kiss more and more, passionately. "Fuck, fuck me." After only a few minutes I could feel my balls draining "fuck I'm gonna cum" "Cum in me baby, I want your cum so bad" and then I started to cum. "fuck, I'm cumming!!" "oh baby, oh fuck yeah." I take a deep breath, pull my dick out with a sudden change in my mood. What the fuck have I just done?? My boyfriend has been cheating on me and I've made things worse by fucking this whore. There wasn't much to say as I got off the bed and started looking at my phone as I put my clothes on. He sat on the bed looking at his phone, scrolling through a hook up app. As it turned out, Pedro made the whole thing up. My boyfriend Sammy wasn't cheating on me. I was pretty pissed, and guilty and worried my boyfriend would find out. How would I possibly explain this? But I got over it, I started to fuck Pedro more. I couldn't help myself, we seemed to have the perfect chemistry with each other. In fact, tonight. told my boyfriend I was going out with the boys but I'm really going over to spend sometime with Pedro. Hey, don't give me any shit. Pedro makes me feel so strong, like a man. Something my boyfriend just can't do. Plus, Pedro said I could use him anytime I wanted. And I'm back at the booths. I love my boyfriend but hey, life's too short, right?

NBC, followed by ABC, Forbes and Fox, reported that Florida's official tourism site QUIETLY removed the LGBTQ Travel Section. From NBC: "Florida’s official tourism website quietly removed a landing page for the state’s LGBTQ-friendly travel destinations sometime in the past four months. The website for the state’s tourism marketing corporation, VisitFlorida.com, had an “LGBTQ Travel” section that no longer exists, according to archived versions of the site viewable on the Internet Archive. The landing page previously featured blog posts and videos related to the state’s gay-friendly beaches, Pride events and LGBTQ road trip ideas. “There’s a sense of freedom to Florida’s beaches, the warm weather and the myriad activities — a draw for people of all orientations, but especially appealing to a gay community looking for a sense of belonging and acceptance,” the landing page used to read. “Whether you’re a couple seeking a romantic getaway or a modern family searching for kid-friendly fun, here are some LGBTQ-friendly destinations for you, throughout the Sunshine State.” The link where the LGBTQ Travel page had been ([think before following links] https://www.visitflorida.com/things-to-do/cultural/lgbtq/) now directs users to a general “things to do” landing page. It is unclear exactly when the landing page was removed, but it was available as recently as April 19, according to the Internet Archive. It is also unclear why Visit Florida, a nonprofit created as a public-private partnership by the Florida Legislature in 1996, removed the landing page and who was behind the decision. The website does continue to provide travel information for destinations specific to other minority groups, including Black and Hispanic travelers. Rachel Covello runs OutCoast, a travel blog that promotes Florida as an LGBTQ-inclusive destination. Covello, a lesbian who lives in St. Petersburg, said the “LGBTQ Travel” landing page has existed on Visit Florida’s website since at least 2021. She said she first noticed that the landing page was missing last month. “It really feels like we were just erased in a way,” Covello said. “We want LGBT people to come here, we have really cool places to highlight and showcase,” she added.“But when the state-run platform removes any trace of us being in Florida, it sends a pretty strong message to our travelers, to our community in Florida.” Not all references to LGBTQ people or LGBTQ-friendly places have been removed from the site. For example, if one types “LGBT” in the site’s search function, five results pop up, three of them for venues described as “LGBT Friendly.” Maryann Ferenc, a small business owner who served as the chair of Visit Florida from 2017 to 2018, said there was a lot of LGBTQ-related travel information on the site during her time, including information about suggested itineraries and recommended beaches. She questioned whether stripping the site of its LGBTQ Travel section and other LGBTQ-related content s was a smart business move. “To be a great tourism community, you need to be open and welcoming. That’s the basics of hospitality, right?” she said. “When I was chair, we talked about, ‘Could we be No. 1 in hospitality? How could we measure being the most hospitable state in the Union?’ This certainly wouldn’t qualify for that.” Ferenc added that diversifying the state’s tourism industry was one of her main objectives when she led the organization. “All of our diverse markets are important to us getting all of the business that is our fair share of the statewide, national and international tourism market,” she said. “It’s important that we have that diversity, not only because of the amount of money that will be spent by a diverse market, but by the diverse places in which that money will be spent.” The removal of the LGBTQ Travel section from VisitFlorida.com is the latest in a yearslong effort to restrict queer history and the expression of LGBTQ identities in the state. Since 2021, Florida has enacted legislation to limit the instruction of sexual orientation and gender identity in its public schools, to limit the ability of trans minors from accessing transition-related health care or from participating on school sports teams and to defund diversity programs at Florida colleges. In recent years, Florida lawmakers also unsuccessfully attempted to limit drag shows, an artform that has decades-old roots in the LGBTQ community. Some of the state’s schools have also voluntarily removed or banned LGBTQ-related books or books with queer characters. Just last week, New College of Florida tossed hundreds of books in the trash, with many of the discarded titles appearing to be related to LGBTQ issues, race and women’s rights. Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis notably waged a yearslong legal battle with Disney, which has a massive corporate footprint in the state, after the company came out against the state’s so-called “Don’t Say Gay” law. Disney settled with the state this year. Last year, the Human Rights Campaign, the nation’s largest LGBTQ advocacy group, and the statewide LGBTQ nonprofit Equality Florida issued a travel advisory detailing the risks of traveling to the state and citing “the devastating impacts of laws that are hostile to the LGBTQ community.” A recent survey of 2,300 LGBTQ Americans by the International LGBTQ+ Travel Association (IGLTA) found that 52% of respondents indicated hesitancy or outright refusal to travel to Florida due to anti-LGBTQ legislation passed in recent years. However, about 66% of respondents also said that they would be willing to visit LGBTQ-friendly cities within states that have anti-LGBTQ laws. In 2017, within days of former president Trump’s inauguration, his administration similarly scrubbed nearly all mentions of LGBTQ people and issues from the websites of federal agencies and the White House. " WE are the people, but we LOSE our power if we don't VOTE these assholes out! Every election we are told "this is the most important election", and it may seem like calling wolf. Seriously, though, THIS ELECTION IS the most important one! I am not a fan of fear tactics, however, consider what WILL happen if we don't vote and Trump wins. In general, if Republicans win anywhere. It blows my mind that Trump even got elected in the first place. Had our country gone by the popular vote instead of electors, Hillary would have been our president. Trump was smart by holding the rallies in those midwestern states and that's how he got the electoral college majority. When he didn't win in 2020, we know what happened. Yet, again he is running! Just a few short years ago, this country had standards for those running for office. Somehow, Trump broke that mold and is being welcomed to run and become a president even with all the scandal and felonies! Please, do whatever you can to listen, educate, and encourage everyone who is eligible to vote to just get it done. I don't think the majority of Americans want to wake up the day after the election with dread and anxiety and above all fear for what would come if the Republican's hold the presidency, house and senate. For that matter, ALL states would be wise to oust their Republican governments in favor of Democrats or Independents. If not, we can expect every state to be turned into what Florida has become. Just a side note. I have always thought that no matter the office a person holds, there should be term limits. There just isn't true representation of "the people" when the same person is there for decades. It also isn't true representation when the majority of those in these seats got there by money. The middle class and lower is not made of money. Politics should not be about money. If someone wants to run for office, everyone should be on the same playing field with caps on the amount each seat may use, amount of air time, etc. It should all be equal. I honestly would like to see that ALL government mayors, governors, state and federal legislatures be cleaned out and replaced with an equal playing field for all. That's true representation.

I was kinda bored the other night so I headed to the park. There was a new moon, and it was extremely dark. A couple cars were in the lot, but for all I knew they were bashers or undercover cops. The park can be a dangerous place at night, so I erred on the better side of caution. Once in the Tearoom I stopped to let my eyes adjust. It was pitch black, except for incandescent flickers as vehicles traversed the lot. At the urinal, a Tall Dude was getting sucked by a Young Guy. I must have missed part of the action cause his pants were already down around his feet. An Old Fart stole up behind him, spat on his Shaft, and rammed it up the Youngster's Ass. The Kid squealed like a pig, though it sounded kinda funny since his mouth was stuffed with Cock. The Punk struggled to pull off; but the Dude fucking his face gripped his head tightly, and the Troll behind him locked his arms about his waist. He was impaled beyond escape. A few minutes later both men cried out as they shot inside the Kid. The Boy protested vehemently, but choked and gagged as the Tall One spooged down his throat. The two Assailants pulled out; and the defeated, ravaged Youth slumped to the floor. One of the men wrapped his arm around the other, like they were lovers or good friends. The Troll rebuked the Punk, "You're a Tight Fuck, Sonny Boy; but ya gotta learn to play the game." I glanced down at the sobbing Youth. He looked like he was gonna puke, but climbed slowly to his knees. He asked why I hadn't intervened. I shrugged; but he persisted, "WHY!?" "I thought you were havin’ a good time." "Getting’ raped by a couple of Perverts? You call that fun? Fuck you!” Ungrateful Dude! That Boy's response reminded me of how I was ungrateful once. It was during a thunderstorm. I didn't think anyone'd be in the park, but decided to chance it. I was surprised to find several cars in the lot, one of which was a black van. No sooner did I walk into the john than I saw a huge bulky man standing near the urinal. Fuck was he built! In his late 30's, 6'5", solid muscle, bald head, and wearing fatigues. Needless to say I was more than wary—especially of someone who towered over me like that. I looked at him awestruck as I walked past. I'd gotten soaked from the rainstorm and dried myself with toilet paper. I saw the Guy was staring at my stall. I didn't know if he was cruisin’ me or what—so I decided to get the hell outta there. As I walked by he grabbed my arm. He pulled out his Cock. It was a Monster—9", thick as a beer can. He pushed me to my knees and slapped that Monster ‘cross my face, commanding, "SUCK IT!" I did as I was told. It was hard getting the whole thing down my throat, but he fed it to me slowly. Gradually my lips grew moist with his PreCum. He ordered me to follow him to his black van. I noticed all the other cars had gone. It was just he and I left in the park. He pushed me inside. "Got a handle, Sonny?" 'Of course, you Stupid Shit!' I thought; but replied succinctly, "My name is Charles." "Well, Charlie Boy, you and me are gonna party.” He pulled a syringe outta his pocket. Till then I'd done nothing more extreme than Poppers. The Dude took off his jacket and stuck the needle his arm. Fascinated I watched the liquid shit disperse. "Your turn, Boy." He pulled off my Tee. "I don't like needles, Sir." "Yer gonna love this one." God, it was sleazy the way he grinned. He grabbed my trembling arm and plunged the dirty needle in. With the enthusiasm of a condemned man, I watched the once clear fluid, now tainted pink, inject into my bloodstream. I sat transfixed and waited. He roused me from my reverie by gnawing on my Nips. He pulled me to his chest and demanded I succor him in kind. He pushed me down on his Mammoth Shaft and soon Spittle and Precum were drooling from my lips. As I struggled to take him down my throat, he berated me with oaths and curses. I grew erect. It was the drug, I knew. Soon I was slurping on his thick Dick like a Sex-Crazed Prostitute. It was the drug, I knew. The Fag made me pig-out on every inch of his athletic bod. I sucked his Dick. I took his Loads. He batted me about, and I deserved it. The drug again, I knew. He sat on my face, and I ate his shitty Hole. He fucked me raw and took Viagra to keep erect. In turn I used the Poppers he provided. His beefy fist squirreled up my Rectum—up to the wrist—while I begged and moaned for his whole arm. It was the drug, I knew. How hot he was and what and what a worthless Shit I was! The drug again, I knew. He convinced me I was a Fuckin' Slut who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head in accession to all Cummers. It was the drug, I knew. I licked his jockstrap and sucked it clean—the Sweat and Piss and Shit and Cum out of his undergarment. The influence of the drug, I knew. My Pussy was on fire by then. I could have taken a fuckin’ baseball bat and wanted to fuck on forever. The drug again, I knew. I stuck my fingers up my Ass, scooping out the red-brown Goop, and ravaged down the sacrilegious excrement. I woke in the morning, slumped over my steering wheel, with one horrendously sore Ass. I’d learned what a Fuckin' Slut I was—who’d eat out any Hole that came along and stretch my legs back over my head for ingress by all Cummers. I had to be honest—confront myself. It wasn’t just the drug. I knew!

Book Store Tag Along 3 by austinsubmale As we had passed by the register on our way back to the theater I had noticed there were a few guys lined up there waiting to pay admission. As my friend and I walked down the hallway we could hear the sounds of the porn playing in the theater and then footsteps behind us. When we got to the door I opened it up and it looked pitch black inside, but when we went in my eyes adjusted fairly quickly after having been inside a while. I quickly moved away from the door towards the back wall and my friend followed. A couple more guys entered the theater after us. Looking around I could see there were several other guys loitering along the back wall that had moved to make room for us and the new guys who came in. Some of them had their dicks out stroking them as they watched the screen or other people. Scanning around the room I saw there were also guys standing in groups around the two side walls and a few guys were on their knees sucking. All of the futons were occupied and there was at least one couple fucking and others sucking or giving each other a hand. I love it when it is a busy day in the theater. The video playing was straight porn as it often is, but at least it was an anal flick and the guys all had nice sized dicks. I wasn't really here for the movie anyway, that is just more of background noise. As I was surveying the scene two guys who were on one of the back couches got up and made their way to the door. I motioned for my friend to quickly take the spot as the futons were usually an in demand commodity here. I got on my hands and knees facing the back wall and my friend joined me, copying my position. It wasn't long before several guys started to congregate around us and I could feel hands exploring my cheeks, cupping my hanging man boobs and pulling on my little cock and balls. I saw my friend was getting similar treatment. Next I felt a tongue in my hole, the guy exclaiming that it was tasty and then he started cleaning the cream pie out of my hole. I don't know much Spanish but I recognized a few words 'sabor' and 'leche' so I knew what he meant. My friend cried out and I saw a huge black guy behind him. This guy had to be 6'6" or taller and built like a tree, 400+lbs for sure. He looked a lot like Shaq, especially because he sported a bald head and a close trimmed beard. When he pulled back out I could see at least 9" and I don't know how much was still inside. As I felt my hole being tongued I could hear my friend's cries of pleasure and the loud slapping of the big guy's pelvis against his ass and thighs. As my friend was being used hard the tongue pulled out of my ass and I felt a big dick start to push inside my now cleaned hole. I still had plenty of poz cum inside so it slid in easily and also started to pound me, the slapping sounds adding to the atmosphere. A bottle of Rush was put under my nose and the fumes started making me light headed and a warm feeling came over me as I felt more cum being blasted deep inside as the guy shouted out in Spanish that I was getting his "pozitivo" milk. The dick in me was quickly replaced by another as my friend continued to be stretched and hammered by the massive dick in his ass. I took two more loads before the big guy fucking my friend roared out with his orgasm. As he pulled out my friend slumped down on the couch as did I when the guy in me at the time finished. I thought maybe we were done or would have some time to recover but as I turned around and sat down I saw the two black guys who had used us earlier pulling their dicks out. The opposite one from before offering his dick. Despite being tired I took the proffered dick in my mouth and started sucking as it began to grow again in my mouth. My friend had also gotten sat back up and was working on the other guy's dick. I knew what we were going to get next and I wasn't wrong as both guys pulled out of our mouths and started positioning us to fuck facing them, and putting our legs up on their shoulders as they buried their now fully hard poles into our well used holes. Guys were there watching, saying things like "Yeah, fuck those faggots good". "Give them your cum" "Poz them up" to encourage them. Not that it took much, as these guys were really giving it to both of us hard as we moaned out in pleasure until both guys simultaneously groaned out theirs as they came deep inside our holes. I was well and truly done for the day then, and I know my friend was also. So before we could be taken again I suggested we should head back up front. This time both of us were really walking funny like we'd been riding horses all day, but more like we'd been ridden by horses all day, which was closer to the truth. Again I could feel the cum running out of my now gaping hole. Since I was wearing open back jock underwear, it was dripping down my legs and into my crocks. We stopped on the way out to talk to the blonde lady. She gave us a big smile as we got to the register. We must have really been a sight. She told us it was obvious that we'd had a good time and that it was too bad she couldn't have come back to watch a little but she was alone working the store and when she went in back a lot of guys got shy anyway. I told her I loved being watched and she said maybe sometime she'd have to invite me and the two black guys from earlier over to her place some time so she could get a close look. I really liked that idea, but it would have to wait for some other time. My friend and I made our way to the parking lot. We agreed that we'd have to make plans to do this again soon before we got in our cars and made out way home.

Thank you again for all your positive comments, it gets me hard thinking about all of you shooting your loads to this fantasy of mine. Here is part 4, which includes a nice twist, but also wraps up this night. I would have to think very hard over how exactly to continue this story, so it might take just a bit longer, and I am always open for pointers, ideas or even some of your real life experiences I could incorporate. But without further ado, here is how the story continues: PART 4 The room is filled with an awkward silence as the implications of Johnny's presence begin to sink in for Ethan and Thomas. Their intimate encounter has been witnessed by someone from Thomas's past; a connection that could potentially complicate their twisted relationship moving forward. Thomas shifts uncomfortably beneath Ethan, his gaze darting between Johnny and his lover. The excitement he felt earlier has now given way to uncertainty and anxiety; he can tell that both men are evaluating him differently than they had just moments ago. Johnny watches them, trying to comfort them with his mere presence. "I won't tell anyone, you are safe with me. Although I would love to join you, Ethan, in owning Thomas. We used to share everything, and he was always meant for more than just one master." His words hang in the air like a heavy mist, casting a shadow over the room and creating a palpable tension between the three of them. Ethan grins maliciously at Johnny's offer but doesn't respond immediately. He glances down at Thomas, who is now visibly trembling with fear and anticipation. The young man's body language seems to beg for release from this intense emotional storm that threatens to consume him at any moment. Sensing an opportunity, Ethan decides to take control of the situation. "Johnny," he says coldly, "I don't share. But if you're truly interested in owning a part of Thomas, perhaps we can arrange something more permanent between us." The implication being clear: Johnny lay under Ethan in the hierarchy they were building with Thomas at its core—or face consequences should he attempt to interfere or undermine their relationship. The room grows increasingly tense but also excited as Johnny processes this ultimatum, knowing full well what it could lead to if accepted. He hesitates for a moment longer before meeting Ethan's cold gaze with an unyielding stare of his own; signifying his acceptance of their terms and committing himself further to witnessing Thomas's transformation into Ethan's fully-owned possession. With this, the tension in the room seems to dissipate slightly as they all realize that something profound has just taken place between them: An alliance based on lust, power, and the shared desire for ownership over one man—a young boy named Thomas whose life is about to change irrevocably. The air in the room thickens as Thomas squirms uncomfortably beneath his Master's gaze. He knows what is coming next, and it terrifies him more than anything he's ever experienced before. As Ethan moves to grab a bag hidden in a corner, Johnny looks on intently—his heart racing with excitement at the prospect of witnessing this pivotal moment in Thomas's transformation firsthand. "Now then," Ethan begins with a sinister grin, "I think it's time you got used to something bigger than my cock inside that tight little hole of yours." With that, he reaches over and grabs an enormous black dildo from his bag. Its head is wide enough to span two grown men's palms comfortably—and it only gets bigger from there. As Ethan pushes Thomas down onto his knees in front of him, Johnny can't help but admire the sight of this beautiful boy submitting so willingly to his Master's every desire. Thomas shudders with fear as he sees just how massive this toy truly is; even bigger than any other object that has ever touched his hole before. His hands are still cuffed behind his back, and he feels utterly vulnerable in the face of this unyielding domination. "Please Master," Thomas begs pathetically as Ethan begins coating the monstrous dildo with lube, "I don't know if I can take any more..." His words trail off into a whimper as he feels himself being pushed back onto his elbows; positioning him perfectly for penetration. Johnny, not wanting to stay a spectator but to prove himself, grabs hold of a large black rubber ball gag and forces it roughly into Thomas's mouth, securing it tightly behind his head to prevent him from crying out during their depraved activities. He then turns his attention back to Ethan with an almost hungry look in his eyes. "Do it," he says simply—his voice tinged with both desire and fear as he watches his old friend and fuckbuddy being transformed before his very eyes into something entirely new: a submissive slut bound for Ethan's pleasure alone. And so, it begins. With slow, steady strokes, Ethan eases the colossal dildo into Thomas's waiting anus; pushing past every inch of resistance as though parting oceans with sheer force alone. The boy's cries are muffled by the gag but nonetheless audible through clenched teeth: A pained whimper here; a desperate moan there—all mingling together in an awful chorus that echoes throughout the room. As Thomas writhes in agony beneath them both, Ethan understands it is time for more chems and POZ blood—a subtle dose that will continue the erosion of Johnny's defenses while also accelerating Thomas's transformation into a mindless cock-hungry beast entirely devoted to pleasing its Master. He tells Johnny to hold the dildo still in place, ensuring maximum penetration and discomfort for their little submissive slut beneath them. Once Johnny is in place, he grabs his trusty chems bag and prepares an intricate mix that includes just enough of everything - muscle relaxants to keep him limp and compliant; endorphin boosters to enhance sensations during sex while dampening feelings of pleasure or control outside it, and Tina, the ultimate mindfuck drug seemingly designed specifically for scenes like these: A potent concoction that blurs lines between reality and fantasy, desire and duty, love and lust until there's barely anything left to differentiate them. The mixture is meticulously crafted - calculated according to years of experimentation on countless unwitting subjects before finding just the right combination. This is Ethan's greatest weapon: To give someone everything they crave without ever truly allowing them true happiness or satisfaction outside their role as his submissive pet—forever trapped in an endless cycle of depravity designed specifically for him alone... As Ethan administers the chems to Thomas through a small syringe, he can see Johnny growing increasingly uncomfortable. The younger man has always had issues with needles. Ethan smirks, knowing this is the perfect time to take advantage of that weakness. He grabs another pill from his bag, handing it discreetly to Johnny under the false pretense that it's just Viagra—something they both know he desperately needs to reassert control over their shared submissive slut beneath them. Johnny takes the pill hesitantly, not realizing what has happened: He has swallowed a dose of Ethan's sinister blend of chems designed not only for submission but also mind manipulation—a powerful concoction meant to strip away any remaining sense of individuality or self-control that still clung to him like so much grime beneath their fingernails. As Johnny feels the chems start working their way through his system, he begins to notice strange changes taking place within himself: His thoughts becoming cloudy; his body growing warm and tingly in all sorts of wonderful new ways as the endorphins kick in, amplifying every sensation tenfold. At first, he tries resisting these feelings, but they are simply too intense—too pleasurable—for him to fight any longer without suffering greatly. His eyes meet with Ethan's as though through a haze, understanding dawning slowly on him: He is being brainwashed—manipulated into becoming something entirely different than who he once was... But even as this realization dawns upon him, it's already far too late. The chems have taken hold completely now, and Johnny finds himself unable to think clearly anymore. All that matters now is pleasing their Master in whatever way possible—submitting completely and totally to his every whim and desire. He feels his body starting to react instinctually towards Thomas: An uncontrollable urge welling up inside him like never before—one which he can't help but give into without reservation. With a hungry, almost animalistic groan, Johnny pulls out the dildo still lodged deep within Thomas's anus and begins to stroke himself feverishly over its shiny black surface while watching with morbid fascination as Ethan takes over again and continues thrusting in and out of their now thoroughly ravaged submissive slut, this time using his bare fist. As he does so, Johnny can't help but imagine what it would feel like to experience that kind of loss of power; to completely surrender to someone's will in such an unimaginably depraved manner. As Ethan picks up speed inside Thomas—slamming his fist deeper and harder than before with each brutal stroke—Johnny feels himself growing increasingly desperate for cock, or even just the sensation of being filled. It's at this moment that he realizes with chilling clarity just how far gone he truly is: His old self has been completely erased; replaced by nothing more than a mindless sex slave devoted entirely to satisfying the needs and desires of their new Master Ethan alone. And yet, despite everything, there's something inside him still—a tiny spark that refuses to go out even under all this darkness: A last shred of individuality clinging desperately onto life as though afraid even death itself would be preferable to what they had become. It's a pitiful thing really; an echo from another life entirely, whispering softly in the back of his mind: "Fight..." But even this faint cry for help is drowned out by the all-consuming waves of pleasure washing over him as he watches Ethan pump their slut full with fist while he continues milking himself. He sees the dildo that was once inside Thomas glistening wet with lube at the tip; ready and waiting for him to take it into his eager mouth in preparation for being fucked senseless by its new owner...And with a final shudder, he gives himself over completely to these newfound urges—allowing them to guide him towards his next destination without hesitation or question. Ethan smiles as he feels Thomas begin to squirm beneath him; the first signs of approaching orgasm washing over his submissive slut. He knows what happens next is inevitable: Soon enough, they would both be filled beyond measure by the power and passion that courses through this room like an unstoppable force—a wildfire burning away everything that once was in its path leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. But for now? Now is their time to bask in these forbidden fruits of desire together; drinking deeply from wells that only depravity could ever create. Thomas squirms beneath Ethan's powerful fist as it relentlessly pumps in and out of his well-used hole. His entire body is covered in sweat; his face contorted into a mask of ecstasy and pain unlike anything he has ever experienced before. As his orgasm begins to build within him, he knows there's no escape: This time, it won't be just his own pleasure that he surrenders to—but also Ethan's twisted desire for total domination and humiliation. As Thomas nears the brink, Ethan can feel his body tense beneath him in anticipation. He knows this moment will be unlike any other they have shared; an intimate connection between Master and slave that goes far beyond simple fucking or sucking. With a grin that could only belong to a man truly consumed by depravity, Ethan whispers dark words of degradation into Thomas's ear: "Soon, my pet... You're going to cum for me like never before. Your hole will clamp down on this fist so tightly it hurts, and I want you to enjoy every second of that pain. It's all for me, after all." He chuckles darkly as he feels Thomas shudder beneath him—his submissive slut growing ever closer towards losing control completely in their shared experience. Meanwhile, Johnny continues sucking on the dildo with a desperation that borders on insatiable: His body quaking from the intensity of his need; his eyes glazed over with lust as he watches Ethan pump Thomas full of his fist and commands him to cum for their enjoyment alone. He feels himself growing harder by the second—his erection throbbing in time with every thrust of Ethan's powerful hand. As if sensing his new submissive lover's escalating arousal, Ethan grabs a hold of Johnny and pushes him roughly onto all fours before him: Their faces mere inches apart as they breathe each other in—a perverse dance filled with desire and submission that would leave most people trembling in its wake. Without hesitation or warning, Ethan slaps Johnny across the face hard enough to sting; leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. "You want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and menacing yet somehow filled with an eerie tenderness that sends shivers down Johnny's spine. "Tell me you want my cock inside your mouth; tell me you belong to me body and soul, and I might just let you suck me off like the dirty little slut you truly are." Johnny whimpers pathetically beneath Ethan's gaze—his submission utterly complete as he nods eagerly in agreement despite himself. He can feel his Master's hardness pressing against his lips; an intoxicating scent of dominance and desire wafting upwards to tease his senses mercilessly. And so, with a desperate moan of longing, Johnny opens wide—giving in to every dark urge that courses through him as he takes Ethan's throbbing shaft deep into his mouth without hesitation or reserve. Thomas, Johnny and Ethan become lost in their shared depravity: Each experiencing a level of pleasure far beyond anything they ever thought possible as they submit completely to one another's every whim and desire—transforming into something new; something darker than anyone could have ever imagined possible. Ethan feels himself getting closer to the edge, knowing that soon it will be time for him to take what is rightfully his from both these filthy submissives who lay before him. His cock throbs in Johnny's eager mouth as he watches Thomas's face contort with agony and ecstasy in perfect synchronicity: A sight so beautifully twisted it makes his heart sing with joy unbound. Thomas and Johnny lay intertwined on the floor, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and lube that glistens under the dim light of the room. Thomas on his back, Johnny on all fours just next to him, and Ethan towering over both of them. Thomas’s hole still clutches tightly around Ethan's fist, his eyes rolling back into his head as he struggles to catch his breath between gasps and moans of pure pleasure and pain. His once-pristine face is now smeared with sweat and tears, a testament to the depths of degradation he has willingly allowed himself to sink into for Ethan's amusement alone. Johnny, his mouth still wrapped greedily around Ethan's throbbing cock, tries his best to pleasure the dominant man. He can feel Ethan's hand tightening around his hair, guiding his movements as he sucks and licks at the invading shaft like a loyal pet. His own erection is pressed tightly against Thomas's body, leaking pre-cum that mixes with their shared sweat and lubricant to form an intimate mess on the floor beneath them. Ethan, towering above this perverse tableau of degradation and desire, can feel his own climax building inside him as he gazes down at his two filthy submissives: Their eyes filled with nothing but unconditional love and devotion for their Master. With a low growl of approval, Ethan releases Thomas's hole from around his fist; the sudden emptiness causing the slave to cry out in despair. Without missing a beat, however, Ethan grabs Johnny by the hair once more and forces him to watch as he lines up the head of his throbbing cock at the entrance to Thomas's hungry hole. With one swift motion, Ethan pushes himself inside Thomas with enough force that it leaves Thomas gasping in surprise: Their combined moans echoing around the room like an otherworldly chorus dedicated entirely to their twisted desires. Johnny watches in awe as Ethan's cock disappears completely into Thomas, leaving not even the base poking out from behind his swollen and glistening hole. "Fuck!" Ethan cries out in blissful agony as he begins thrusting inside Thomas with brutal force. His hips pump back and forth, driving his cock deeper into their shared slut's bowels with each stroke: The sounds of skin on skin slapping together filling the room like a primal chant that can only belong in such dark places where pleasure knows no bounds and submission is its highest form of worship. As Ethan fucks Thomas with unbridled rage, Johnny feels like he missed an opportunity—a moment when they could have taken control and ensured that both of them would be the ones receiving pleasure from this encounter instead of giving it all away so easily. But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he feels Ethan's hand wrapping tightly around his own erection: Guiding him towards Thomas's hungry mouth where he can begin stroking himself off for their mutual amusement. Without hesitation, Johnny obliges: His eyes never leaving the sight before him as he watches Ethan's cock disappearing in and out of Thomas while he milks his own shaft towards orgasm under Ethan's skillful guidance. He can feel Ethan's fingers digging into his hips, pulling him closer so that their bodies are intertwined—their combined movements sending waves upon waves of pleasure washing over them in an unending tide that leaves neither man able to tell where one begins and another ends anymore... With one final thrust deep inside Thomas, Ethan lets out a primal roar of ecstasy as he feels his own climax washing over him in powerful waves. His hips piston forward violently; driving himself deeper into his submissive's body with each savage stroke while his cock throbs and pulses, sending hot streams of thick cum shooting deep inside Thomas's ass. As Ethan reaches the peak of his orgasm, Johnny feels Ethan's hands clamp down on his head, forcing him to open wide as he aims the tip of his own erect cock towards Thomas's hungry mouth. With one final thrust forward, Johnny joins in on this perverse act of degeneracy: His cum blasting forth into Thomas's mouth like a fiery eruption from deep within him. Thomas, now overflowing with both Ethan and Johnny's combined seed, can feel his own orgasm building within him to impossible heights—his entire body quivering under the onslaught of pleasure as it races towards release. With a loud groan of submission, Thomas finally gives in: His whole body convulsing as waves upon waves of intense ecstasy wash over him like a tidal wave made purely from raw sensation and depravity untold. His cock hasn't been touched all night, but that doesn't seem to matter anymore: The feeling of utter degradation coursing through his veins more than makes up for it. So the soft slave cock shoots its load all over his own chest as he cums harder than ever before in his life, making this night one that will be forever burned into the depths of his depraved soul. Once their orgasms have subsided to a dull roar, Ethan releases Johnny from his bonds: Allowing him to fall onto the floor next to Thomas where they lie spent and exhausted yet somehow still filled with an indescribable sense of euphoria at what they had just accomplished together. As if reading his mind, however, Ethan grabs a fistful of hair once more and yanks Johnny roughly back into a standing position: Forcing him to look up at the man who now held absolute control over both their lives in every way possible. "Now," Ethan says with an evil grin spreading across his face, "it's time for you to clean us off. Start with Thomas's mouth and work your way down—making sure that not a drop of my seed, and even this faggot's dribble, goes to waste.” Johnny whimpers pathetically as he struggles against Ethan's hold, but it is clear even from his protestations that there is no way for him to escape the humiliation that awaits him. Slowly and with trembling hands, Johnny lowers himself down onto his knees, giving in to his newfound role as a filthy slut whose only purpose was to please his Master, even at the cost of his own dignity. So he works diligently, cleaning Thomas's chin and cheeks first before turning his attention towards licking up every last drop of cum from the slave's mouth: The salty-bitter taste mixing with that of Thomas's sweat to form a perverse cocktail of lust. He works his way down, cleaning the slut's body like a good little whore as Ethan watches with unbridled amusement and satisfaction, enjoying every moment of this boy’s slow descent into total and complete depravity. Once he's reached Thomas's hole, Johnny hesitates for just a second—reluctant but unable to deny his Master's command even as it fills him with revulsion and self-loathing. Slowly and carefully, he begins circling his tongue around the stretched rim of the slave's ass: Tasting Ethan's cum mixed with his own and feeling an unfamiliar wave of shame wash over him. He starts to suck lightly, trying to coax the last bit of residual cum from inside Thomas's body while Ethan watches on, a smile of pure bliss spreading across his face as he savors every moment of this final act of degradation and submission. Finally, after what feels like hours but is in reality just minutes at best, there is no more cum left inside Thomas: The hole now completely clean and free from any traces of their shared debauchery. With a satisfied smirk, Ethan pulls Johnny up off his knees, his cock still rock hard with desire even after the intensity of what they had all just experienced. "You've done well," he says softly, running his fingers through Johnny's hair before pulling him into an unexpected kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath in the silence of the night. With one final look of pure adoration in Ethan's direction, Johnny leans forward and starts to lick his Master's cock clean: The taste of Thomas's ass still lingering on the shaft but unable to overshadow the undeniable sense of power and control that pulses through him as he worships at Ethan's feet. As he works his tongue around the sensitive flesh, Johnny can feel a newfound sense of belonging and purpose taking root within him: Knowing that from now on he would always be nothing more than an object for Ethan's pleasure—a tool used to fulfill the darkest desires lurking deep in his soul. They collapse together onto their side, tangled up in each other's limbs: The room still spinning with the intensity of their shared passion even as exhaustion slowly starts to take its hold. Ethan and Thomas rest, their bodies entangled almost lovingly. Meanwhile, Johnny lays awake staring up at the ceiling: The events of tonight etched permanently onto his mind as he comes to terms with this new life he has chosen for himself. Despite everything he's been through, there's one thought that remains constant throughout: No matter how filthy and depraved these acts might seem, there was something undeniably tender about what he felt for Thomas—and as long as their Master granted them permission to exist in each other's twisted world, he would follow him willingly into whatever darkness lay ahead. He joins Ethan and Thomas, the slave’s head resting against his new master’s chest, hearing a faint heartbeat that helps relax him. Ethan watches his once-formidable rival crumble before him, and he can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction coursing through him: Seeing the man who had once challenged his very existence reduced to nothing more than a willing slave was perhaps even sweeter than achieving dominance over Thomas just mere hours ago. Ethan realizes that his desire to see them both fully submitted under his authority is only just beginning to take shape: There will be so many more acts of humiliation and degradation awaiting them in the days, weeks, and months ahead. So the night ends with three men connected by bonds stronger than blood and fate itself: Two slaves bound together under the same master's gaze while their owner watched on approvingly from his throne atop this kingdom built upon debauchery untold.

That may be true, but there are steps to take - like many of us have - to ameliorate those dangers. It's still no excuse for one guy to anoint himself arbiter of that sandy scene.

If life is a journey, and the guys that haven't been living that life for as long as some, I can understand that disappointment. The remedy might be, for the disappointed bottoms to realize that part of the thrill for many Tops is to "connect" with multiple bottoms - not Breeding each one - merely rutting is connective. When a certain Top has accomplished that ritual, and goes back to find a certain bottom he liked the most, and give his load to that guy, it means something.

Like tallslenderguy, I completely missed this interesting thread. First though, THANKS, topblkmale, for sharing that most interesting link. It's well worth listening to any number of times. Agreed. It's not my Principal objection, but it arises out of that same mindset. When great leaders/teachers emerge, throughout history, their original message is often coopted to serve later assumptions by those who have been fooled into believing that they're "special" to some Deity or another - which therefore assumes that folks who don't believe the same way are somehow less deserving. That belief - often reinforced over centuries - that the "beloved" of the Deity are therefore "better" than non-believers (in that particular belief-system), which gives license to undervalue their fellow citizens, their peers. That result becomes the antithesis of the original belief-system, and the believers cannot grasp that truth. When any belief-system throughout history becomes an "us vs them" ideology, it's value is diminished exponentially, which is where we find ourselves currently with the "Christians" vs the rest of society. That couldn't be more obvious. How else could a substantial number of presumably intelligent people be so fooled into following a clearly depraved individual, emotionally crippled and devoid of a scintilla of being "awakened" to anything but himself, his own selfish interests - the very antithesis of what they proclaim to anyone who will listen? I think the term "woke-ism" was coined to counter the presumptive superiority of the "Christians". If an "awakening" in a substantial number of free-thinking citizens can occur, then those who have closed their minds to the world around them, choosing instead to depend on ancient, magic-based belief system, I believe they'll be left behind (and yes, I meant it in that sense).

My cock isn't porn star big, just a good bit thicker that most of the cocks I've seen and just long enough to massage your prostate.

I had a lot of sex on the beach when I first moved to Florida, primarily Lido Beach, Fl. There was very little police presence at the time. Lido Beach was not that far from a gay bar in Sarasota. Often guys would go out there and fuck when they had no where else to go. I knew local officials got wind of the situation when they removed all of the lifeguard stands at the end of the beach. If you were climbing up with a trick someone would yell “occupied” and you had to find another location. Despite the lifeguard stands coming down, sex continued on Lido Beach. Though you wouldn’t call them dunes, there were areas that were more private. I often stumbled upon guys naked, just laying in the sun. Some gay beach goers would put up the pride flag when the put out their umbrella and chaise lounge. During the day much of the sex took place in the wooded area behind the beach. So many guys placed themselves strategically in that area to see who was walking back there and then the game of cat and mouse began. At the risk of running across a snake, many guys went back there to suck dick. Again, little law enforcement around or maybe I just never encountered any. I never saw guys arrested or lined up and photographed for a potential court date . So what ruined it? The development of million dollar homes built just beyond the area, and people with expensive telescopes who had nothing better to do than watch what was going on in and behind N. Lido Beach. Many of these people felt that area belonged to them, when in fact it did not. Things are less active sexually these days, but there is still a strong gay presence on N. Lido Beach.

Just now seeing this thread, so a bit late to the convo. i'm not MAGA, but was in the conservative camp for a big part of my life, so i think i can give perspective? One of the biggest objections i think that group has to "woke" is they associate it with stuff they deem wrong and/or immoral. In their context, it's irrational, but also emotionally charged. Since this is a gay site, "gay" can serve as an example. There is still an element of society that truly thinks/believes that there really is no such thing as being gay. They think it's a sickness or "sin" and many equate being gay to addiction or alcoholism resulting from 'bad' choices and/or bad upbringing. They consider those who are "woke" to be deceived or deluded, at best. Or worse, they think gays are purposely choosing to be evil by simply being who and how they are. In a way, i think they consider themselves to be "woke" and and everyone else is asleep. They object to the notion that others with an opposing perspective would even question them. i think a big anti woke element has religious factors. Going back to being gay, many believe that it's "God" who says being gay is wrong. There's a detachment that happens when a person attributes a believe to an all knowing being who's supposedly in charge and cannot be wrong. These people do not consider their views to be be views or beliefs, but take a position that their beliefs are knowledge: "truth." "Woke" often means seeing and accepting something or someone who violates their notion of "Truth."

Sounds like a very entitled person to me. Who are "we": he and his friends, or the people who "own" the nude beach or the city that owns the nude beach. Some gay men, especially those who live in isolated communities, are very aggressive in their preferences and think it is is their duty to inform you of it. Sounds like a nasty experience and I am sorry you had to go through it. From my own personal experience, I can tell you as a south Asian guy in a north American city, that is not very cosmopolitan and fairly closeted, many people feel it is their duty to be make me feel or sometimes outrightly tell me, I don't belong in a gay bathhouse or bar because I am an immigrant/Indian etc. Such unpleasant experiences reminded me that even gay people can be very small minded and bullying/bigoted etc. The fear of monkeypox and HIV AIDS is still very real in many in the gay community, and understandably, since these along with being sexual issues are 'health issues', a topic that often makes many people nervous and uncomfortable. The no action (fucking) and not touch all stem from the potential dangers these disease pose to gay men.

I've been hooking up with business travelers recently. I make sure to only fuck real takers. I managed to fill up their asses twice. One guy's ass was sore from my aggressive ass pounding.

No - the one I'm referring to is a single-story building, so no balcony. I can't place the one you're talking about, but there have been a lot of bars that have come and gone over the years there.

Was looking on sniffies, hit up with guy, he come over just now and dropped a load in me. He railed me really good too. Now I'm on the hunt for more.

Yes. Absolutely yes. Whether his load or mine. But I want to swallow some of it First and Will let him do the same, save her the intimacy. But then I want to kiss and pass the load back-and-forth.

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Was sucking a 79 year old guy off today for 2 hrs and gotta hand it to grandpa: that was one of the biggest loads I swallowed in forever

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Oh boy. No offense, but this is the point where you lost me. Unless you're a medical professional with sufficient context, you're just reading pages online. I have a hard time comparing the risks of PrEP to the risks of being on an HIV treatment regimen even if they do involve the same drugs, because the dosage may be different. You're also comparing someone with the virus to someone without it, which may be an insignificant difference, but maybe not? It's just not apes to apples. I've been on it since 2016 and never had a problem. As with any drug, side effects are on an individual level. What has been proven is that when used properly, PrEP is the most effective method we have for preventing the spread of HIV. And if you follow the regimen the doctor sets for you, you should be getting tested for everything under the sun every three months, which will spot problems like effects on kidney and liver function early. I doubt we're going to find out decades from now that PrEP is the new Thalidomide. The original drug used for this had been used to treat the infection for decades, and the new most common drug used is only a slight tweak of the chemical profile of the original which actually lowers the risk of impact on kidney and bone density. In short, I trust the medical literature that says it's safe for just about everyone, and does its job. And I'm hesitant to stir up the spectre of side effects for fear that people might choose not to take the drug and put themselves at risk for something much worse. I'll let a person's doctor have that discussion with them.

Book Store Tag Along 2 by austinsubmale So both my new friend and I had an unknown anon load in our bellies and a poz load up our asses. I was planning for us to go check out the theater but before we could get up two more guys came into the booth with us and pulled out their dicks. I didn't hesitate to take the one closest to me in my mouth and my friend followed my example. As I worshiped the dick in my mouth it grew to a very large size that was stretching my mouth and tickling the back of my throat. Then he pulled out and told me to bend over the bench. As I did that, I saw my friend was also getting positioned to take another fucking. The guy behind me whispered in my ear he could tell I was already loaded up as he easily slid his entire dick into me balls deep in one stroke. Looking over at my friend he was already being pounded hard and fast. My ass being well loosened up my top guy pumped me for a long time before I felt him speed up and his breathing become heavy as he hilted myself and I felt another load being pumped deep inside. My friend had also been loaded up again and was sitting on the bench again catching his breath as the top guys left saying "Enjoy our gifts" as they exited the booth. Before I could even get up three more guys came in. I was positioned by one of them so I could suck one guy while another entered my ass and my friend was sucking off the third. As I was being pumped from both ends I could hear more guys entering the booth and my friend was also being made airtight with both of his holes filled. As the guy in each of our asses finished they swapped places with the other and I found myself cleaning my own juices off a big dick. That pattern repeated a few more times before the booth cleared out and my friend and I were left sweaty and full of cum loads. I had lost how many I had taken, but it had to be at least 7 or 8 now and my friend had taken at least as many if not more. A few of the guys had used us both and a few had taken a 2nd turn with each of us. Most of the guys commented how we were getting charged loads or otherwise let us know their status. By the time we both left the arcade and started down the hallway to the theater I was pretty much waddling and I could feel cum running down my legs as my ass was no longer closing completely. I also had cum all down my front side even though I had tried to swallow it all I wasn't able to and a lot of it was on my chest and shirt. As we passed the register on our way to the theater the blonde lady gave me a big wink and a smirk. As we walked my friend said to me that he had been skeptical that my stories were real, but now he was convinced. I told him that he was in for an experience in the theater, but that will have to wait for the next installment.

Thank you guys for your amazing feedback. Here is Part 2: As Thomas was regaining his senses slightly, he became aware of what had just happened. He knew it was wrong but craved more of the filth Ethan offered him. Thus, Thomas dropped to his knees in obedience and begged for Ethan to further degrade and defile him. Ethan smiled maliciously, withdrew another syringe from a small bag he always carried, and filled Thomas's mouth with cock while deftly inserting the needle into a vein on his arm—pushing the potent mixture in without any warning or preparation. The liquid coursed through Thomas's being like wildfire, dulling his senses to an almost animalistic level and clouding his mind until all he knew was Ethan was God-the only thing that existed in this twisted world he now inhabited. His eyes rolled back into their sockets as the drug took hold, causing intense pleasure surges through him, like lightning bolts from Ethan's fist slamming straight down through him. Ethan chuckled darkly, admiring the power he had over this once pure creature now transformed into his depraved plaything. "You're such an excellent little whore," he praised him, breathing hotly on Thomas's ear and causing a shiver of anticipation to run down his spine despite the intense discomfort coursing through it. "I'll never tire of breaking you apart and then rebuilding you in my image. And don't think for one second I won't stop because there are so many other ways I can hurt your pretty little mind," he warned ominously while squeezing tightly around Thomas's aching testicles, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through them like electric currents. Thomas cried out in lust, his mind lost to the drug's euphoria. As Ethan dragged him from the room and into a dark chamber filled with muscled daddies, bears, otters and twinks bending over and moaning in anticipation of what was yet to come—his fate became all too clear. Ethan pushed Thomas onto a sling suspended from the ceiling, shackled his arms, then leaned back and watched with sinister satisfaction as one after another muscled beast or young man took their turn violating this once-pure boy—each penetrating him further than the last until he was little more than a stretched-out piece of filth dangling in chains from an old metal frame. The first to claim him was an older muscle god with a beer can thick cock and a furry chest who pushed not only Thomas's boundaries but also his limits, shoving a shard of Tina up his hole before roughly penetrating it with his monstrous appendage. "Do you want this POZ cock boy? Do you want to be ripped apart by your new daddy?" the muscled guy shouted as he slid in and out of the boy’s pink hole. As Ethan stood back, he watched as the muscled stud pounded into Thomas's stretched-out hole until he was shooting his hot seed deep inside him—a baptism by fire for this newest addition to their ranks of debauched degenerates. Next in line was a young twink no older than 22, whose hunger for depravity matched Ethan's own. As he dropped his towel, Thomas could see a huge, but somewhat skinny 10 inch cock. The twink was horny, and wanted to show everyone that a skinny guy can abuse a faggot just as hard or even harder than the muscled guys he was in a room with. With grunts and growls of primal pleasure, he plunged his thick cock deep into Thomas's gaping hole—pushing past every previously set boundary until nothing existed but raw desire and unbridled lust for more pain, pleasure, degradation and humiliation. One by one, the line of men queued up to claim their share in this ruined creature as each took his turn driving themselves into him—claiming him for their own—fucking him senseless with cocks so thick he was certain they would rip him apart but all they did was make room for the next beast to push inside him even deeper still. Who stood out from this sea of men was a 28 years old bear who wanted to try something different. After everyone had their fun, the bear grabbed anal plug that Thomas's new daddy handed to him, shoved it into the boy's tight hole and then positioned himself behind Thomas and entered his ass with just the head of his cock before pumping away while grunting with satisfaction every time their hips made contact. The pain was immense, but so was Thomas's desire for more punishment and abuse from these other guys. As they fucked him, they fed on his pain—drinking it in like some kind of twisted nourishment—groaning with each new invasion of his stretched out hole as their seed poured into him leaving little room for anything but filth and debauchery. "Fuck yes Sir. More, please! Give it to me hard!" he pleaded between moans as another thick shaft disappeared up his ass while his pink pussy got stretched out even further by the huge cock that was currently being worked on by yet another of his temporary "daddies". Thomas had long lost count of the dicks he took; all he knew was that his body hurt, but not in a way he didn't like it anymore. In fact, with every thrust into him and with each passing moment spent in this darkroom being used and abused by complete strangers, Thomas felt closer than ever before to reaching true enlightenment—the ultimate release of becoming nothing more than a mindless, cockhungry slut whose only purpose in life now was service of these new masters who had claimed him for their own dirty desires and dark pleasures. And through all of it Ethan watched—smirking at the sight before him—this boy who had been so pure now transformed into a whore for their collective pleasure—a broken shell of his former self completely subsumed under the weight of their depraved desires. He'd found a different faggot to suck his dick in the meantime, edging him for what would become the final blow for the faggot once known as Thomas. He couldn't wait to slam the boy up once more and slide into that hole filled with an ungodly amount of loads. After a few more rounds of taking turns in the sling, Ethan gave a signal. All but one of the guys stopped what they were doing; instead, they undid Thomas's cuffs, helped him off the sling and gathered around the faggot as he knelt there in front of his Master with eyes filled with nothing but unadulterated lust and desire for more pain. Ethan stepped forward, cock throbbing with need; he couldn't wait any longer. "Time for you to meet your fate," he said darkly as he grabbed hold of the now well-fucked young man by his hair and forced him back onto all fours again, ready to take one final punishing dose before becoming fully part of this world that was created solely around these men's depraved pleasures. "You want more pain, you little slut? You're going to get it…and then some!" Ethan shouted as he positioned himself behind Thomas's still-open hole and shoved his thick shaft deep inside with one swift motion, making the boy scream out in pleasure/pain while cumming all over himself from being fucked so hard. "You're mine now... and nobody else gets to touch what truly belongs to me except for the people I choose to share you with. So keep taking this cock, and show everyone how grateful you are for your new life!" He grabbed Thomas by the hips and started pounding into him mercilessly as his words sank into the now fully brainwashed young man's consciousness, ensuring that there would be no escape from this world of depravity for this little faggot.

So I don't disagree that there is a 'rightward' shift in policies on the State level in Florida, and I agree that DeSantis embroiled himself in areas in which he shouldn't have (the Disney action, for one). But I need to point out the following in the above with HR Bill #1557: Parental Rights in Education. (see link) Nowhere in the text of that bill is it written "Don't say gay". And yes, I've read it. The actual legislation stipulates that parents must be disclosed on topics that are suggested for classroom instruction, and that any instruction must be "age-appropriate". I would think that with the backlash against child predation that the LGBTQIA2S++ community would be all for supporting age appropriate instruction and not subjecting kids who are say 8 years old from inappropriate instruction about rather adult topics. Ok, Drag Queen Story Hour is one thing, but reading that has strong sexual overtones being put in libraries and assigned as mandatory might be a bridge too far. Ultimately, parents should be the decision-makers for how they want their children reared (no pun intended). Before they're educated on sexuality that isn't age-appropriate, should they be taught about adult topics that have not included sexual and reproductive functions? That's the thrust of the law. It doesn't state that you "cannot say gay", but that any discussion of sexuality must be appropriate for children at a young age. Not here to debate this topic but rather to provide the link to the actual legal text to dispel any misinformation. I wish I had an answer on "why" Florida removed LGBTQIA2S++ references from the state's websites, and sorry that the community seems upset over their perceived marginalization. That doesn't speak for the entire state, however. St. Pete is by far a very gay/queer friendly city, as is Lauderdale, Miami, Orlando, and even the Keys. There are definitely hoteliers who cater to the LGBTQ community and we have at least 2 campgrounds that are absolutely gay-friendly and queer-focused. I suspect you'll see changes come in '24 and '26 based on Rick Scott being vulnerable in his Senate seat and DeSantis helping to swing the pendulum back to center at the next gubernatorial election. My county has endured several DeSantis appointees in the past couple years and they've been an unmitigated disaster. We voted all of them except one in the recent primaries, so people are waking up to what he represents: Political cronyism of the highest order.

Jake held still while putting his cum deep in me, but once the shooting stopped he slowly slid in and out of me a couple of times before pulling all the way out. "Let me take one more picture baby, now that you are leaking my cum", Jake said while he grabbed his camera. Jake took a couple pictures while whispering, "fucking hot". He then turned the phone to me so I could see what was "fucking hot". Wow is all I could think. Wow! I could see his white cum leaking out of me, leaking across my red ass lips. it was very hot. I looked up at Jake. "Yes, that is very very fucking hot dad, please don't ever stop doing that with me". It sounded really cheesy I think, but I had to say it, it was what I was feeling and thinking at the time. Jake put the phone down and started rubbing my cum all over my belly. He looked at me, "Tim I want nothing more than to keep fucking you, making love to you, everywhere. Then Jake leaned over me and kissed me. I help him so tight and knew he was changing me forever. I could not get enough of this man. I finally released Jake and he kissed me one more time. He looked into my eyes and said, "let's get cleaned up and go for a swim". "I would love that", I said. Jake stood up and helped me off of the counter. Looking behind me I could see the counter was a mess with Jake's cum, lube, a lube bottle, and his phone which obviously was shiny with lube now! I smiled. Jake was looking at the same mess and said, "Let me clean this up really quick. Why don't you head in and run through the shower and I will follow you out to the pool". I looked down at Jake's cock that was softly swaying, all wet with lube and cum. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, looked him in the eyes and said "you bet dad, fuck you are hot, thank you". I kissed him on the cheek, let go of his cock and headed to his bathroom to run through the shower. After I was rinsed off and felt cooled off I dried off and head out through Jake's bedroom to the pool. The day was already starting to warm up. The pool looked so inviting and I told myself I would be in there soon. It was now that I realized I was completely naked and hadn't thought anything about it, but I knew it was alright and Jake's backyard was very private. I got a towel and move two of the loungers closer together, a little closer than they were yesterday. I flattened out my chair, put the towel down next to me and laid out on my stomach. It felt so good to lay and relax. After a night of constant thinking, tossing and turning, and now having been fucked and cum very hard, I was at a point I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. As I started to doze off I heard Jake approach and adjust the lounger next to me. Soon I felt his hand on my ass cheek and he leaned in saying, "get some rest baby boy, I will be right here". That was it, I immediately let go and dozed off. I finally stirred, a little dazed, but managed to open my eyes and sure enough Jake was right where he said he would be. "how long was I out?", I asked him. "Only about thirty minutes, but you were definitely out, you didn't move one time. I thought I might have to give you mouth to mouth pretty soon.", Jake smiled. "that is what I was waiting for", I replied and smiled back. "I am going to go for a swim and wake up", I said as I got up. I briefly looked at Jake, I loved his body. I noticed that is cock ring was no longer on. "No more cock ring? booooo". Jake looked up at me, "no, don't want it to get too hot and burn me, not a good option". we both laughed. The pool water felt amazing and quickly brought me right back to life. I swam a couple of laps and then rested on the side of the pool. Jake got up from his lounger and walked to the edge of the pool. He said down on the edge, next to me, and put his feet in the pool then leaned back on his arms. "Tim, I think we should talk about us and having unprotected sex". I looked up at him and agreed, "I think so too". "ok great", Jake said and then continued. "I don't want this to be a downer type conversation, but I think it is time to talk about reality. I want us to be open about what we have done, are going to do, and our emotions around those actions. What do you know about being HIV positive, or have you ready anything?" "i don't know too much at all besides the fact that it can be a very serious health condition unless treated or someone is on medication. That is about it." Jake nodded and picked up the conversation. "That is pretty true these days. HIV is very manageable with medication, which I started soon after my infection, so I feel great these days". I asked, "you seem very healthy to me, and I am glad to hear that". "I have tried to maintain my medication routine along with being healthy and staying fit", Jake continued. "I am lucky to some degree, The medical path is expensive and some men just can't maintain that expense. Then there are some men that just choose not to be on meds or medication." That shocked me a little and didn't seem right. "some men actually choose not to take the meds?"/ "Yeah, like I said some can't afford it and some just don't want to, they prefer to have a high viral load, as it is called": I asked, "what is a viral load?" "For some top men, that are HIV pos, they want to have a high viral count in their cum, or their load", Jake answered. This wasn't quite making sense to me. "Why would men want to have a high virus count in their cum?". Jake looked at me like was so innocent and sweet. "baby, some men pos top men seed HIV negative bottom men to fuck and fill them with their poz load and on the flip side there are bottom men that crazy unprotected sex with poz top men to willingly take their viral load. Those men that seek it are what we call chasers and the poz top men are called giftters. It isn't as common as some stories make it out to be, but it is a real thing and there are men seeking and giving." I was still not understanding all that I was hearing, but I did notice without mentioning it, Jake's cock was stirring and semi hard now. All I could say is 'wow'. Jake said, "I know". I continued the conversation, "sir, do you think that way or have you ever thought about it? Giving a bottom man your poz cum?". Jake looked at me for a moment and then said, "That is a tough question. The quick answer is no, not to someone that is so-called chasing to become HIV positive, or poz'd as it is referred to. No, that is not my thing or a turn on for me. Now, like you and I. Am I willing to give you my poz cum if you want that and we as a couple decide that? Yes, very much so, it does turn me on to know you are negative and I am poz." I could tell how much it turned Jake on because his cock was almost fully hard and yet he was still having a great conversation with me. But it was ok because I was now hard to, just looking at him and hearing all of this information about gay love and sex. 'Jake, I am going to get out now and layout for a little bit. will you come join me and tell me more about this, poz and negative sex?" I walked over to the steps to climb out, that short time in the pool let my dick go down a little bit. Jake had gotten up and moved back to his lounger. He sat down and said, "I see his conversation has affected you too. Ha, I am not the only one". He was right, he was still semi hard and so was I, no hiding the affect this conversation had on both of us. I moved the lounger a little so I could look more directly at Jake, raised the back a bit, and settled in for more of this talk. "Can I ask you something Jake"? "Of course Tim, you can really ask me anything." "Ok. can I ask how you became hiv poz? were you one of those men looking to get infected?" Jake looked at me seriously and then said, "no Tim, I wasn't chasing the hiv bug. I used to be very versatile, meaning loved to fuck and be fucked and I tended to play safe, or used protection, always when I was being fucked. When I was a little older than you I met this sweet couple and we started hanging out at their house a lot, which soon turned into threesomes with them. I assumed, because of their status in life, jobs, etc, that they were negative. This turned out to not be the case. I don't think they set out to poz me Tim, but one night everything happened so fast and it was so hot that protection never came up. I let them both cum in me, one after the other. The feeling them fucking me, one after the other, was just so hot." Jake paused and asked, "you know what I am talking about right? That bare sex feeling? It is incredible" Jake moaned softly. "Ok, continuing on. These two men were just so gentle and lovely I never thought one thing about it until I came down with the virus and was sick as hell. I talked to them both about it once I was feeling better and they confessed about being hiv positive. They said they had never intended for that to happen, but it felt so right at the time. They apologized and reassured me constantly. they actually helped me through my diagnosis, sickness, and then following on to help me learn so much about HIV." Jake paused a moment and said, "they really are great men and we are friends to this day" Jake asked, "does that answer your question?" He was looking at me so intensely. "Yes it does, thank you for answering. Can I ask another question?". "Yes, please ask all the questions you want". "Were they, sorry I don't know their names, but were they on medication at the time they fucked you bare?". I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear the answer, but both of our cocks didn't seem to care about the answer I thought.. "being honest with you Tim, yes. Their names are James and Eric. Yes, both James and Eric were on medication which is another reason they let it go that far." Jake paused for a moment. "Does that worry you now? Now you know I became positive by two poz men on medication fucking me without protection? We know I have already cum in you several times, so there is always that possibility Tim." It made it seem so definite. "Tim, every situation and person is different, trust me. There is no guarantee you will become infected like I was. Does that really bother you?" I wasn't really sure how to answer that question. I knew keep down it was scary, but also that it would not change the way I feel about Jake and I's relationship and sexual behavior. "Honestly Jake, a little bit scared deep down inside of me, but mostly I am very thankful to have found you and been in this situation with you." I paused for a moment then added, "as I said before I never want something between us when we have sex, I want it to be natural." Jake agreed, "me too baby boy". I kept going, "if it were to happen, that you infect me with your cum, that you stand by me as those men did with you. does that make sense?". Jake got up and came over to me, hard cock bouncing. He bent down and kissed me fully. I promise you baby, I so promise you right now, if I do infect you that you will always have my support." Jake walked back to his lounger and sat back down. The he said, "what else? what else do you want to know?" I didn't hesitate on this one at all. "I want to know why you only like to fuck now, why you are just a top these days?" Jake laughed and said, "ah you remember that huh? Well, like you I started out just loving being fucked, and fucking for sure, but I loved it both ways. I am not sure exactly how it turned one way for me, but like I told you yesterday, there is just something about that feeling of my cock in a tight ass, watching it, fuck it just turns me on so much." I saw Jake's cock jerk once and he breathed out slowly. "Please don't ever change that about you sir, you are an incredible man that knows how to fuck, please don't change that." Jake took hold of his big cock and said, "I don't son, I won't". "One more question about James and Eric, if I may?". "Yes please Tim". "Do you still talk to them, James and Eric?" Jake smiled, "Oh hell yeah, we talk all the time. Matter of fact we just talked last night." I was very interested. "You did? Good, I am glad you are still in touch with them". Jake said, "oh yes, we talk every other day or so, very often. They were just checking in and of course our conversation drifted to me seeing anyone or hooking up with anyone.", Jake laughed I asked, "did you mention you and I?" "Being completely honest with you, yes I did. I mean my cock was still sore from fucking you twice and you were very fresh on my mind. I hope that is ok?" "Yes sir, very ok, I am glad you did. Did you tell them details or vague?" "Oh my boy, with those two, it is always details", Jake laughed. "Those two are horny men and they just coax it out of you." "You told them that I am neg and we had bareback sex?", I asked "Yes. Is that ok Tim? If I thought it wouldn't be alright I wouldn't have told them, but I thought with you and I you wouldn't mind them knowing. Since they don't know you, or you know them, it is not a problem." "Jake?" "Yes." "I would like to meet them some time. They are close to you, and I care about you and it seems they also care about you. So, I would love to meet them." "Really Tim? I would love that. You let me know a time that works for you and I will arrange it. I know they would LOVE to entertain us at their home." "Maybe this weekend, Jake?" "Let me give them a quick call", Jake said while getting up and walking into the kitchen. I noticed Jake was still hard, which was very impressive since he had just fucked me not to long ago. I laid my head back down on the lounger and started to recall everything Jake and I had talked about. It seems as though I still had questions about my new type of relationship, neg and HIV poz sex, but maybe those were more for me. I was lightly napping when I heard Jake open the kitchen patio door and rejoin me by the pool. "I hope you are all good with Saturday night Tim, they were very anxious to have us over and jumped at my suggestion.", Jake said while chuckling. "Horny old men". I just laughed a little without opening up my eyes. "You will really love them Tim, they are such sweet men and dear friends of mine". I opened and shaded my eyes to turn and look at Jake. "I am sure I will Jake, and I am very excited for Saturday". Today being Tuesday I knew I was in for a long week. "Me too Tim, a long week for sure. Please know that Eric and James are not modest or shy about anything. Fair warning". "I am sure all will be just fine. If I am there with you, it will be great", I said. "Good boy". Jake smiled and laid back down. I stared at Jake's beautiful cock, he was still semi hard. I wanted to see if I could change that. "Jake?" "Yes" Watching Jake's cock to see his and it's reaction I asked, "how many poz cum loads do you think will be in me by Saturday?" Instantly Jake's cock started to grow to full hardness, a thing of beauty. Jake turned his head towards me and noticed me staring at his now fully hard cock. "As many as you can handle my lovely boy". I got up from the lounger and put my mouth of Jake's cock. I could taste his precum and I let my drool flow over his cock head. I let him fall from my mouth and stood. I turned to walk to his bedroom patio door, looked back and said "I want another load now sir", and kept on walking. I got up on Jake's bed, on all fours, and hung my ass off the side of his bed waiting for my dad. I didn't wait long and soon I had another hot daddy cum load deep in me.

dude's an idiot. When you're in a bathhouse and you let another male slide his erection in your butthole without a condom, you better expect his DNA is going to be sprayed in your guts. That's the whole point of bein a bottom in a bathhouse anyways.

Absolutely love to feel and taste his nutt as he blows it into my mouth or throat (either way I love it but I’ll take forced balls deep down my throat right after he shoots on my tongue. I also love a huge load and have had the pleasure of swallowing a few loads that were monumentally huge. My first real bf came about 5 tablespoons minimum every time. My former neighbor came so much he would have to cover his face to keep from blasting his huge nutt in his own face- he came about a third of a cup. It was almost unbelievable but it was also delicious. Finally I had a pornstar who came like 5 times and each time he shot several long ropes in my face and chest before going back to breeding me. All in I bet he came a whole cup

Here's the thing, though: if you gave a fuck about the gay kids stuck in those schools, you might not want to leave everything up to parents, the loudest and most demanding of whom (and who will end up controlling the narrative and the response) will be the anti-gay bigots. The problem is that for these people - and I've been watching them closely for decades - ANY mention of same-sex relationships is "pushing a gay agenda" that needs to be excised from public schools, even when conveying the exact same information about straight relationships gathers no objection. We know this because they've tipped their hands repeatedly, and we know that because they wrote the laws, that's how they intend to use them. Again, 35+ years of watching people interested in legislation pushing said legislation tells me what I need to know about this effort. My perspective - if I may be so bold - is akin to an expert witness in a trial testifying about a subject he is intimately familiar with from long experience. Dismissing that as just, well, "my perspective" is your prerogative, but it doesn't mean I'm going to agree with you. Except that teachers are ALREADY being forced to stay silent about same-sex partners and same-sex relationships, in a way that teachers in opposite-sex relationships are not. The fact that you seem to think the religious anti-gay zealots are acting in good faith to just keep the porn out of the libraries would be cute if it weren't shockingly naive. For fuck's sake, look at the books that are being pulled out of libraries - they're not porn, they're not masturbation manuals, they're not how-to guides for anal sex. They're bland things like Heather Has Two Mommies. "Beyond all reasonable doubt" is the standard of proof in criminal cases and criminal offenses, like the "offense of your choice" wording. For civil cases - and the consequences of this law are civil, so that's the right standard - the standard of proof is "preponderance of the evidence", also sometimes called "more likely than not". It's certainly more likely than not that the religious bigots who pushed these laws through intended to remove as many references to gay people from public schools as possible on the grounds that it's "inappropriate". Because that's what they are DOING wherever that kind of law is going into effect. And I've never - EVER - had one of those activists pushing those laws point to ANY reference to LGBT people that they thought was appropriate for kids in public schools. I've pressed them to give me just one example, and they never have been able to. So frankly, I don't need "beyond a reasonable doubt" kind of proof, which we almost never have in resolving any dispute.

Little did I imagine when I agreed to do a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, barebacking, and the consequences. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a class assignment. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight faux-leather short-shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and black work boots. “My, sweetie, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The word stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label yet). But when I looked in the mirror, I saw a cute gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had couldn’t conceal in my very tight shorts. I’m sure Debra saw it, though she didn’t say anything. We grabbed an Uber to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. I felt embarrassed but also really turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, and my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, tight pants and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, with short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, looking at Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god – six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, dirty blond hair under a black studded biker cap. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall and he pinned my arms behind me with a powerful grip, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more as he pressed against my crotch. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy?” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort to push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, tracing the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we made out, I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Drummer found an empty room. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before him. I rubbed my face around Drummer’s crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar, and he held the attached leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manhood – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I held his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s dick and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of precum. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts, I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy cum. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of cum flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to loose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. I glanced back and saw it: a poison-symbol tattoo just above his crotch. I knew what it meant. I was scared and thought of backing out. But something inside me held me right there. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my tight anus, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused to open a tube of lubricant. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big poz cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” “Sir, maybe you could use a condom,” I suggested in a meek voice. “No one here uses rubbers, boy. Real men don’t cover themselves. You wanna quit now?” I looked at Debra, who said nothing. I, too, said nothing. I didn't move. Drummer laughed. “I didn’t think so. We both know this is what you want. This is what you need. In fact, you’re gonna beg me for it.” I had lost all power to resist. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there, but I didn’t care. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s cock inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” he coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust, I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff cock. Suddenly, with an odd but exquisite rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, the warmth and fullness radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many pleasurable sensations as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I always thought you were gay, sweetie. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked: Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one, in a strange, lisping voice. “Use my ass, sir, use it like a cunt. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot toxic cum shooting into the rubber deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. I knew we had just engaged in risky sex but I didn’t care. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. A few minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather strap around his cock and balls; the other was a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Both also had the poison tattoo on their lower abdomen. Daddy took my leash and ordered me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manhood deep into my throat, gagging me repeatedly. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I ran my dainty hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s bare cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock strap with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress, too. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of cum inside me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth, some cum running down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling jelly legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. He held my leash and pulled my head up until we made eye contact in the mirror. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. My butthole resisted and I felt a sharp, stabbing pain. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot?” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick cock against my anus while using his right hand to pump my dick. Again I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, masculine men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to slide forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-slut. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. “You want my toxic load, princess?” he asked. I was too far beyond caring about the risks to stop. “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “I need you to breed me.” Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping sometimes against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third top of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. Only Drummer was left. He sat beside me on the floor, unclipping the leash and then removing the dog collar. That’s when it finally sunk in. I had let three HIV-positive men cum inside me. Of course, I wasn’t on PrEP, since I hadn’t expected anything like this. “Oh, god,” I said quietly. “What have I done? It felt so good that I wasn’t thinking.” I began to cry. Drummer put his arm around me and held me close. He told me I should get tested and assured me that there were lots of medications. Then he asked me if I had ever done anything that gave me so much pleasure. “No, nothing even close,” I replied. I thanked them for the best night of my life. He smiled. “Then I expect you back again tomorrow next night to continue your education.” “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I will put you in the sling and you’ll learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust. But I knew my place. “Yes, sir,” I answered.

I'll also note: the 12-year term limit here applies to all the members. So what we end up with is a Speaker of the House or President of the Senate who has, at MOST, eight years of legislative experience, sometimes none as a chairman. Because the office goes to the member in each chamber who can garner 50% + 1 vote, there's a certain degree of popularity involved. But the leading candidates for presiding officer also have often had their eye on the spot for years, and if they're in a relatively safe seat for re-election, they can encourage their supporters to give to a PAC affiliated with the member - and then the member can donate from that PAC to legislators who are facing tougher re-election battles (and who will be, ahem, "grateful" for the financial support. State legislator races are often low-dollar, relatively speaking (as in under $100,000 spent), so getting $2,500 from a Speaker/President candidate can be very helpful to both. Prior to term limits, a candidate for Speaker or President usually had at least 3, sometimes 4 terms completed before running. That's experience that can't be gotten in two terms.

It seems I’ve always been attracted to rough and wild men. It’s like the attraction between two magnets. I know if I were to take time to turn them around and really get to know them, I’d probably feel repulse and they’d certainly be repulsed by my ‘good boy’ persona. Just at first sight I can’t help myself. My erotic imagination goes into overdrive. As a kid I was adamantly opposed to smoking, but the Marlboro man on the cigarette adds was the hero of what I wanted to look like when I grew up. At a church teen retreat I met a ruggedly handsome, foul mouthed, teen who my heart melted for. I couldn’t get enough time with him. He had a tortured streak deep inside that sucked my desire in even deeper. He was his schools drug dealer, and even sold to his little brother. I couldn’t find it within myself to judge him. Nothing came of that silly teen romance, but I remember it as one of the formative experiences of my life. For the most part as a non-drinker I was never really that comfortable in gay bars, but I found myself going regularly to a seedy hotel that had a male stripper night. I was so jealous of the strippers’ gorgeous bodies and their confidence to take it all off in front of a crowd. And in Vancouver they took it all off, full frontal views of their usually huge, gorgeous erections. There was one man that was always there in the audience. Usually with a woman or two. He always seemed half drunk in that happy smiley loose limbed kind of way. He had that classic rugged handsomeness that always pulled me in. And the charismatic presence that I couldn’t help but feel jealous over. I found myself worshiping him from a distance. Even though he was with women I frequently saw him slip out for a smoke or slide into the bathroom with a guy or three. There was no doubt in my mind what was happening in those bathroom forays. On my fifth night seeing him I still couldn’t even muster the courage to say hi. Imagine my surprise when he crossed the crowed room and came directly to me. Without a word he grabbed me by the collar and towed me across the room almost pulling my shirt off. As we approached the bathroom he hissed at me; “I’m gonna breed your nerdy ass.” Before opening the door, he opened his shirt and there on his beautiful right chest was a biohazard tattoo. He barked, “Don’t look so shocked, I know ‘goodie two shoes boys’ like you really want my toxic sperm.” When the bathroom door opened out came a tall handsome tanned blond-haired Dane. Clearly, they were friends from way back from the passionate kiss that ensued. I was summarily pushed aside and as the two turned to go into the bathroom he asked me to ‘take care’ of his women friend until he got back. He read the look of disappointment on my face and said, “You know the rules, you know how it works, buy her a drink.” After he left, I considered trying to figure out these strange rules, but in the end I just walked away feeling dejected and used. I would see him every stripper night after that. I’d still feel attracted to his rugged handsome aura, but I managed to stay away. As magnetic as my attraction to him was, as much as I knew I wanted to ride his raw cock in a bathroom stall, I just wasn’t sure I wanted his ‘special sperm.’ And I was totally confused that I was even giving it any thought. Recently I was in hospital for a few weeks. I was headed outside to get some fresh air. This took me passed ‘Admitting’. There at the wicket were two prison security guards checking in a prisoner dressed in a bright orange jump suite and cheap runners. The sleaves were rolled up so I could see crude tattoos on his arms, hands and fingers. The same quality of bad tattoos also emerged up the side of his neck and behind his ear. He had a seven-day scraggly beard and although his hair was clean it was long and raged, His face was on the handsome side with a decidedly strong jaw. I altered my course to be sure to get a look at the front of him. I was not disappointed, as I expected, the front buttons of the jumper suite were open halfway to his navel, gaping and exposing his sinewy lightly haired chest. And you guessed it, two crude dagger tattoos came down pointing toward each other on his pecs. I went on about my day, but these images of him kept creeping back into my mind. I was enjoying the freedom to move about after a week and a half confined to bedrest. I was gone from my private room for a couple hours. When I returned, I was informed someone else needed that room more than me and they were ready to move me to a ward. I fully expected this would happen eventually with my lack of private insurance. Curiosity got the better of me and later that night I roamed past my previous private room. Sure enough, guarding the door were two prison guards. Sneaking a glimpse inside I could see the ruggedly handsome prisoner shackled to the bed. He was now shirtless, I presumed even naked under the light sheet, and watching TV. He caught me staring and returned a glare. I suspect he meant for this to scare me away, but it was like the power of the magnetic attraction was turned to electric. You know, those magnets they use in wrecking yards to pick up vehicles they are lifting into the crushing machines. I would find myself wandering by his room for glimpses four and five times a day. Then I met him being led down the hall. One of the guard’s was speaking. “Ten minutes of fresh air, and you can have a smoke, but that’s it. Any funny business and even this privilege will be whipped from you. Do you understand?” He grunted the affirmative. Excursions through the smoking area were added to my escapes from the monotony of my room. Many times, I found him there sullenly sucking away on his fag, looking dejected by one and all, especially his board and hostile looking guards. Then one evening after dark I noticed a guard smoking with him. They were actually talking, joking and laughing. The guard held out his pack to me and offered for me to join them. I demurred; “Sorry I don’t smoke those things.” Grabbing his own crotch the prisoner laughed blurting; “Maybe not those, but you would this.” The guard also laughed good naturedly and my gaydar went off for both of them. We chatted casually for a bit until the guard spoke up; “Sorry guys, but I’ve got to bring this smoke break to a close. My partner will begin to wonder. If you can suck him off real fast behind that garbage bin I’ll keep watch. Then I’ve got to get him back.” The prisoner pulled me behind the bin and pushed me to my knees. His slender seven-inch cock was down my throat in a flash. I sucked for all I was worth as his hands manipulated my head to give me the face fuck of my life. With no warning he was soon blasting, painting my tonsils with his cum. Eight powerful spasms and I swallowed every one. It was only when he pulled out of my mouth that I noticed even his dick was tattooed. It was crude and also just in black, but it was definitely a stinging scorpion.

Part 2—Gettin Piggy With It There was some murmuring from the guys in the room, and my whole body was rushing from the slam I’d given myself a few minutes before. My hole was deeply hungry and desperately needed cock inside it. I reached around and pulled the plug out of my cunt and dropped it on the fuck bench next to me. I pulled my big hairy cheeks apart to show off that my hole was open for business. I heard a voice from the assembled pigs say “FUCK that’s a nice cunt.” I have no idea who said it, but the next thing I knew a tall, young, muscled guy with shoulder length blonde hair and a fat cock walked up behind me and I heard him spit into his hand. I had already lubed up my hole before leaving the house so I knew it was nice and slick inside. The blonde guy pulled my cheeks apart and quickly slid his entire cock up my hole. His cock was like him, long and thick. He moaned loudly as his cock bottomed out in my hole. The slam had awakened the whore in me and I moaned even more loudly which made him laugh. “Just a dirty little faggot, huh Daddy?” The combination of the T and the huge cock buried inside me meant I couldn’t make my brain talk to my mouth. I just moaned louder and croaked “harder. Harder.” Blondie laughed again and started to pump his cock in and out of my hole hard and fast. He clearly wanted to dump his load in me quickly and after four or five minutes of plowing my hole while the loud techno music thrummed around us he said “tell me where you want it Fag Daddy. Come on….tell your boy where you want it….” “In my fucking cunt, boy. Fuck Daddy’s cunt and load me up!” “You got it Daddy-o.” He pumped my hole a few more times and then shoved it in so far I thought it was going to come out of my mouth. He held his fat cock inside me while I felt his nuts contract and a huge load of cum burst out of his cock into my hungry cunt. I moaned again and he collapsed onto my hairy back. He whispered in my ear “I’ll be back to rape that hole again, Daddy. You better be loaded up good. Next time I won’t be so easy on your pussy.” Then he abruptly pulled his cock out of me, slapped my ass and was gone, leaving me in a sweaty mess. Another guy that I couldn’t see stepped in and took his place, sliding his cock inside me without saying a word. Meantime, another person sat above my head on the fuck bench and pulled my head up so that I was face to face with his beautiful uncut black dick. I looked up and saw his handsome face, bearded and with an intense look in his eyes, so I knew he was partying too. “Come on faggot, open up, gotta get me hard so I can have my turn at your cunt.” I moaned again and opened my mouth so that he could slide his thick uncut snake into my throat. He continued to fuck me while the person behind me rammed his fat cock into me with one thrust. It’s a good thing my mouth was full of black cock or I would’ve yelled at the intrusion in my hole. The guy behind me was obviously very turned on. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as he unloaded his spunk in my hold. This was going to be a good night. I didn’t usually get this lucky so quickly. The guy behind me pulled out and walked away and the black dude said “fuck that was hot. My turn, Daddy.” All I could do was moan “fuck yeah, give me that beautiful dick.” He did not disappoint. He was tall, beefy with a sexy smile and a beautiful uncut cock that was as big around as a beer can. “This might hurt, faggot. Hit your poppers.” Then he laughed and said “this fag doesn’t need poppers, look how his pussy is gaping open! Fucking whore. Give em to him anyway.” Someone who was watching held a bottle of poppers under my nose and I took two enormous hits, holding them as long as I could. When I let the second hit out of my lungs, the man behind he slowly slid his entire cock into my cunt and I arched my back and pushed back onto his dick. “Fuck yeah, faggot. Take my whole fucking cock. How’s that feel?” I just moaned “FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEE” and raised my head to try to find another cock to go down my throat. I lewdly opened my mouth and moaned again. The guy who gave me the poppers laughed and said to the man fucking me “damn, this daddy is a fucking PIG.” They both laughed and he shoved his long thin cock down my throat, while taking hits off the popper bottle himself. He tasted like piss and ass. In other words two of my favorite things. The man behind me fucked me for a few minutes then pulled out and said “let’s take a break fag. I hear there’s a hot trans boy in one of the sling rooms taking loads.” He shoved the plug back in my cunt to keep the loads inside. Now it was time for the surprise.

The breeding tradie lad I received a message from a regular married tradie guy asking if he could stretch my hole out and dump a 4 day load. I instantly agreed to take his fist and load. I love how this guy gets sexually frustrated at work and uses a cumdump whore to get off. He literally arrives in his work gear and just gets his cock out. He must have given me over 50 anon loads and I still have no idea who this guy is. He loves that my cunt is so well used by random strangers. It was arranged I should be as up and hooded as usual but this time he fancied stretching my hole open before dumping a load. I was ready in my jock, socks and harness we he arrived an hour later. He found my ass plugged which he removed whilst he stripped to just his socks. He be poppered up, lubed his had good and started to open me up. First a couple of fingers and then more until he almost had his fist in me. He quite easily could have got his fist in had he persisted but he was keen to get his load in me. He shoved his boner inside the cavity he had created with this fingers. It felt pretty sloppy as his dick used my opened hole. A few hard, balls deep thrusts and he unleashed his hot spunk into me. There was no hanging around. He pulled out and replugged my cummy hole with the large butt plug. He told me he needed that as he couldn’t concentrate at work. He tagged my ass and left me used and dripping once again.

PART 1: Going to the gym is my usual routine. I spend most of my day sitting for work and the lack of physical activity makes me uncomfortable. It was a nice summer day in July, the heat was blazing when I hopped in my car to head to my local cheap gym. I walked in, scanned my card, and made my way to the locker room to change. I love locker rooms; so much variation...eye candy of all of shapes and sizes. I have this thing where I like just enough skin to show that it makes me wonder what else lies beneath. The smells too, post-workout sweat is probably one of the hottest things, in my humble opinion. It ravages my fantasies and dreams. I don’t actually know this guy’s name, but for the purpose of the story I will call him James. You see, there is this guy that I always catch in the corner of my eye when he is bench pressing or squatting. His body is slender, but toned. Each muscle strongly outlined in his slightly too small attire. This particular day he was wearing a Nike sleeveless shirt, with long arm holes that went half way to his waist, a pair of black shorts that shows some compression shorts streaming down his muscled legs (never forget leg day boys!), a pair of somewhat beat up UA runners that shows the hint of his black no-show socks. I would later learn his shoe size is US12. As I generally show up at the same time every day, I seem to always arrive half way through his workout because he leaves to hit the locker room about 30 minutes into my own workout. I would get a short amount of time to enjoy his workout, and often time it just ends up motivation for me to work harder. For some reason, seeing other toned and hot dudes pumping iron gets me working harder...and leaves me with a bit of chub in my own tight boxer briefs. I have enough self-control to keep myself from getting a raging hard – I save that for after when I beat off. This particular day, however, just as I set off to the change room and start finding a locker in the changeroom, he walks in behind me. He looks like he just arrived off a construction site; wearing some gray sweatpants, a bit dirty and a black dusty tank top. The biggest thing that drew my eyes, though, was his beat-up steel toe boots. Ya know the kind...tan boots, scuffed up all over from wear and tear, portions of the front toe leather basically gone and clearly looking like they hadn’t been replaced in a couple years. The gym is fairly dead around the time that I go, but overall, the locker room is small with only about 50 lockers and 3 benches to service them. He strolled over, dropped his bag on the ground, found a free locker two down from my own and began to pull out his gear. Once he got it all lined up, he popped his boot on the side of the bench and began to unlace them. Once they were sufficiently loosened, he pulled out his foot and to my utter surprise, he wasn’t wearing the usual crew socks one would expect with a constriction boot – instead, he was wearing some Under armor no-show socks, black, that basically were so tight they looked like a second skin. I could see the sweat on them. I couldn’t look directly at them, I didn’t want to be obvious nor did I want to make him feel uncomfortable, so I just stole glances when I had the chance. Soon enough he had both off, dropped his pants and I got a good look at this equally skin tight compression boxers. I would see the outline of his cock through them, looked to be about 4’’ soft, good girth and seemed to hold a really hefty set of nuts. He quickly throws on some shorts, and without changing socks, pulled out his usual beat-up shoes and threw those on. I followed suit and made my way out of the locker room to warm up. While working out, I couldn’t help but catch him out of the corner of my eye, the picture of his half-naked body tormenting my mind - it took all my will power to keep myself from getting hard but nothing was going to stop the slow trickle of precum that threatened to expose the real nature of my thoughts. I was just finishing up my hour long work out, my muscles sore and a little stiff, so I reluctantly tore my eyes away from him and made my way to the locker room once again. About 30 second later, he again walks in beside me...sweat dripping down his forehead and a clear sense of wetness about his clothes. He popped open his locker and pulled out a towel from his gym bag and began to strip facing away from me. The locker room was dead, as the gym was basically empty. First came off the shoes and those beautiful no-show socks slipped out of them. I could see the moisture on them, so in fact that he left foot prints on the tiled ground. He quickly lost the rest of his clothes and when he pulled off his socks, he stuffed each one into their respective shoes (left to left and right to right) and made his way to the shower, towel in hand, without bothering to cover up. His body was mostly hairless from the waist up, but he had a really tight looking ass with a light fur covering the cheeks and into the center. I could see the shadow his overly warm low-hanging balls from between his legs and I almost began to drool. He was quickly out of sight when I heard the shower start up and the door to the shower stall close and lock. I sat their stunned for a moment, barely realizing I was having a mental show down with his beat-up shoes barely showing those socks sticking out of them, sitting on the floor under the bench he was just changing at. My mind was racing...I just needed to touch them quick, hold them to my face and inhale his full day of work and the workout he just pumped out. I knew they were soaked with sweat and my cock began to grow, despite my every attempt to keep it down. My heart was racing and my cock grow to its full 6.5.” I went over to his bench, knelt, and picked up a shoe. I slid out the sock and took a quick peek at the inside. Size 12...I chuckled to myself... they would span my whole face. I quickly grabbed the other sock took a quick look; I could see the shape of his foot in them like it had been ironed into them and could see it in the sweat marks on them. I pressed them both on my face. They were soaked and it was like getting hit by a truck....my eyes rolled in my back of head and my now rock-hard cock twitched and a small stream of precum soaked into my boxers. I knew they were not old socks per se, probably fresh that morning, but that didn’t stop the July heat from its course in a full day of working in those boots. They smelt incredible. I couldn’t tear myself away from them. Anyone who has been near a well-muscled man when he takes off those boots knows exactly what I mean 😉. I felt like I was drunk on them. Taking full deep breaths with my nose, his scent was filling my world. I couldn’t help but picture them still on his feet, relaxing at home with a beer while I worshipped them like the alter of God. I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze, feeling the now massive wet spot in my boxers and when I pressed on my cock head I nearly came. Fuck! I thought, be careful...don’t jizz now. I had to take my hand away and focus on the scent. I was lost in it. So lost, in fact, I didn’t notice the shower had turned off and only realized when I heard him, jolting me from my reverie. “What the fuck is going on...” He stated, firmly and standing there with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. I nearly jumped out of my skin, dropping the socks on the ground, and not even thinking of hiding my clear erection tenting my boxers out. I mumbled a curse out and a nervous apology to him and made my way to my own bag and started dressing as fast as I could. He was beat red, seeming to be too flustered to say anything else. He grabbed his stuff from the locker and made his way to a bathroom stall, I presumed to get changed out of sight. I used the opportunity to dress quick and exit before he was done. I couldn’t face him after what I did. I didn’t know if he would beat me up or something. I made my way to my car and sat in it. I was shaking in disbelief that I could be so stupid. Keep in mind my back would to the entrance of the gym. I was in tears when I heard a sharp knock on my car window. I looked over and saw him standing there, staring down at me with a blank expression on his face. He indicated he wanted me to roll down my window and I meekly complied. I look up at him, my reddened eyes trying not to cry, and he bent his 6’2 frame down and stared directly into my eyes...his eyes were a deep blue with a hint of green around the edges. “You want to explain what the fuck that was about? You a homo or something?” He asked, not with as much anger as I could have imagined, but it seemed more like a genuine curiosity. I nodded shyly to him, “I...uh...am so sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted to see, break out a little. I promise it won’t happen again. Please don’t tell anyone.” He stared at me for a few more minutes before silently walking to his car, starting it, and then leaving. I was left in my car, stunned and unsure of what to do. I eventually collected myself enough to drive myself home. I didn’t think I could ever show my face there again. PART 2: A few weeks went by and I finally began to want to continue working out more than the embarrassment of getting caught and I decided to get myself ready and head off to work out. I arrived at my usual time, hit the change room – it was empty, except for my noticing that his work boots were there – changed and made my way out to the weights. He was set up at the leg press, facing away, and I could see his beat-up trainers fighting to push against the weights he has stacked on the side. I tried my best to ignore him and focused on my workout. After doing some pull-ups, I turned around and spotted him staring at me. Our eyes met for a moment before he turned away, slightly flustered, and made his way to the locker. I decided at that moment I didn’t want anything to be awkward and so I would go confront him about it, apologize again and not have to feel so out of place when I really wanted to continue my 5-day routine. A followed behind him and he was already in the process of untying his shoe laces when he notices me walk in. I walked directly up to him. “Hey, can we chat a moment? I really am sorry for what I did, and I really don’t want things to be awkward with this whole thing.” I stated, matter of factly and trying to hide the fear in my voice. He stared at me for a moment before going back to untying his shoe laces “You still haven’t told me what you were doing.” He looked up at me quick, “Well?” I took a deep breath and quickly thought, fuck it...if he thinks I am a creep, so be it. “Well, I was clearly sniffing your work socks...well they turned me on. I saw you with your work boots on, then saw you work out. I lost control. I shouldn’t have and I won’t do it again.” He stood up, shoes now off and the same socks (thinking if that’s all he owns) just below me. I didn’t look down though, I kept eye contact when he spoke. “Wow. That’s pretty fucking weird.” “Is it? I mean, pardon my assumption, but I am guessing you’re straight.” He cocked his head ever so slightly, “Do you not enjoy the smell of a woman? If you think she’s hot, does her pussy not drive you wild? Well, why would be different for some homo and a hot working guy.” I realized I was annoyed at being called weird. “Whoa there bud,” he stated holding his hands up in the air, in a peace offer, “sorry I didn’t mean to call you a homo yesterday. Ya know, just how the guys talk on site. I was just shocked when I walked out of the shower. No worries bud, no need to feel awkward.” He smirked,” My girlfriend always thinks I am gross when I come home from work and won’t go near me until I have scrubbed up good. I guess it’s flattering that it turns you on so much if I think about it. Anyways, she is gonna wonder where I am if I take too long.” He turns to finish what he was doing and I turn to get back to my work out. As I was about to walk out of the change room, I hear him call out again.” “Yo, the names James. See ya around” I turned around, “Chris here. Check ya later.” I went back to my work out and guess he had left by the time I was done my sets. I opened my locker and noticed immediately a black ball sitting on my gym bag. I pulled it out and was immediately hit with a familiar scent. I pulled the ball apart and was shocked to find it was the socks he was wearing earlier. I started to shake as I stuffed them into bag, changed hurriedly and rushed home. I pulled in to my garage and quickly hit the button in my car to close the door. Not even waiting for it to close, I pull out the socks he left from my bag, pulled them apart and immediately shoved them under my nose. They weren’t warm anymore, but they were still wet with his sweat. My cock took only a few seconds to grow to full mast as I was pulling my pants down with my free hand. I started jerking off, dry at first but it didn’t take long for me to self-lubricate. Soon I was jerking my precum soaked cock and inhaling his manly work scent as deep as I could. Every breath was like heaven as my balls started to tighten. It was a little embarrassing but I was gonna cum in no time. Soon I could feel my balls tighten even more, one even disappearing into my body as my whole body began to shake. I left out a roar, muffled by the fabric of his under armor socks over my mouth and the first shot escaped my cock and I could feel it whip over the hand holding the sock over my face. A second shot drenched the shirt on my chest, then another and another. My balls were throbbing so much it was almost painful. I could swear my soul left my body. After sitting there, covered in my own cum, taking small breaths into and out of his socks, I sighed pull them away finally. Once I returned into my body, I took a moment just staring at his socks with a smile from ear to ear. I noticed one has a small hole in them before I rolled the socks up and stuffed them back into my bag. I smiled to myself and went inside to shower. PART 3: The next day, I went earlier for my workout then usual and managed to catch James just as he was starting to change out of his work clothes. As usual, the locker room was not busy at all. Once another guy departed, I walked up to James and handed him the balled-up socks back. He snickered, “Enjoy yourself?” You have no idea, I thought. “Thanks for that.” “Well at least someone can appreciate my hard work.” he flexed his chest and grinned at me “Hey, uh, do you maybe wanna grab a beer sometime?” I asked, trying to sound confident but feeling like I failed. He laughed, heartily, “Addicted already?” He winked, “Sure why not.” I flashed a smile, and trying not to sound too excited, “Ah..ah..awesome! My place, tomorrow? I’ll throw some steaks on the grill” “Sure, I’ll tell the wife I am chillin with some friends after work. She’ll plan a girl’s night or something. ” I tossed him my address and agreed at 6:00 then we both departed and went off to our mutual work outs. The change room was busier than usual after our workout, so I thought it was best to not approach him while changing but I didn’t feel so weird anymore steeling glances over at him and was fairly sure he snuck a few looks himself. PART 5: Friday rolled around and I was nervous all day at work. I had trouble focusing on my tasks and must admit I made a few careless mistakes on a report and my boss admonished me for it, but I just told her I wasn’t feeling well and she let it go. Finally, the end of my day rolled around and I shot out of there to head home. I tidied up my back deck and prepped the BBQ. Not long after, I heard a truck pull up to my drive and heard the door shut. I popped my up head up over the fence and noticed he really did head straight here from work. He was wearing the same beat-up gray sweats as usual and a tank top I had seen him in before and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He waved when I saw him and made his way over. I paid special attention to those beat up steel toes he was lugging around as he walked down. I let him in and walked him back, grabbing a brew out of the mini-fridge that I had stocked earlier. He accepted graciously, grinned and offered a cheers to my bottle after he cracked it open. I shook my head at him, “I don’t understand how you can wear those in this heat.” As I nodded to his sweat pants and he looked down, laughed nervously. “Better than getting wood chips in my boots.” he replied. When I looked at him questioningly, he began again “I do commercial carpentry.” Without thinking I replied, “Well feel free to get more comfortable, the heat is crazy.” “Way ahead of you bud,” he stated as he pulled out a pair of shorts from his bag and asked where the washroom was. I pointed him to a door just off the hallway side door. He walked off and returned a short-time later, still wearing the tank top and boots but now in a pair of loose basketball shorts. We spent the next 30 minutes or so chugging back a couple more beers and chatting trivially about our work, sports teams, and the weather. After my third beer downed on an empty stomach, I was feeling fairly buzzed and decided I needed to know what possessed him to leave me his socks. “I was meaning to ask you, why did you decide to leave me those socks in my locker anyway?” “Curiosity I guess; I was shell shocked a bit when I walked in on you but then the more I thought about it, the more it didn’t seem as weird as I first thought, I guess. Why, you looking for another round with ‘em?” he laughed when I realized I had unconsciously kept looking at his boots. “I wouldn’t say no!” I replied, more confident than. He shook his now empty beer can and smiled. I got up to grab us another and when I turned around and he had put his boots up on the coffee table and was leaning back in the chair flashing his pearly whites up at me. I hand him his beer and as I went to sit down, he cocked his head towards his boots, “I am sure you can manage to get ‘em yourself.” I nervously knelt by the coffee table, thankful that my backyard is fully private as it backs onto a ravine. His eyes trained on me intensely the whole time, I started to unlace his first and then second boot. I slowly worked off his first boot, careful not to pull his sock off while I did, and when I heard the boot release my heart skipped a beat. As soon as I saw his full foot in view my cock twitched in anticipation. I was right, it does span my whole face. I grinned up at him, him still staring at me with a very curious look on his face. I decided then I wanted to massage his feet, feel the full effect of this fantasy come true. I placed my hand on the arch of his foot and pressed my thumb. The heat coming off of them was intense and I could feel the sweat soaking through the fabric. As I pushed on his arch and up to the balls of his toes, he let out a low growl like moan and his eyes lost focus and he head tilted back. I let go of all reservations in that moment and took his foot in both hands and started working them like a deep tissue massage. I could smell the musky scent of them in the air when I realized there was a small hole in the outside of them...the same hole I noticed yesterday after our workout. Holy Shit! I thought to myself, the same pair he wore yesterday. Two fucking days in those work boots. My mind reeled and pulled my face right to them, shoving my nose into them and inhaling deeply and let out a guttural growl that I was unable to hold back. “Fuck yea, get in there bud!” I heard him say, almost to himself as much as me. At the same time, I felt him press his foot harder onto my face and wiggle his toes a bit to make a point. My cock was straining hard against my underwear and they were soaking through with my precum. I was flexing my cock and even the feeling against the wet underwear was making my balls tighten. I quickly pulled off the second boot and gave that one a massage, all the while he was still moaning deeply with the pressing of my hands and face into them. I glanced up to him, my nose still pressed against his sweaty socks, and noticed he was playing with his cock through his shorts. I could see that his shorts were noticeably bulging out and his fingers were gently rolling over what I imagine was the head of his cock. I then reached down and grabbed my own cock, twisting my body so that it was easier to reach but inevitably easier to see as well. I started gently stroking my cock, feeling the wet spot grow as I poured more precum from my aching, full balls. “Fuck you’re hot” I said, more loudly than intended, to which he caught my eyes and stared at me deeply. He suddenly pulled his feet back from me and quickly slid down his shorts and off his legs before pushing them back on my face. He was wearing short trunk style white Saxx boxer briefs clearly a size too small, as I can clearly see the fabric stretched tightly over his swollen cock. It looked massive as my eyes were glued to it. He played around with the fly for a bit, trying to free it from its restraint; when it suddenly popped out, I was faced with what must have been an 8” cock, hard as concrete and covered in light pulsing veins. He was uncut, with enough foreskin to cover the head completely even when rock hard. He started pulling back the foreskin with a deep moan as the head appeared and copious amounts of precum boiling over as he did so. It was dripping down the sides as he once again pulled the foreskin up. Me, still breathing his two-day old sock scent, looked up to him, “I can take care of that for you, you know return the favor,” For the first time since this started, he broke his intense stare and grinned at me, “What ya waitin’ for?” I reluctantly let go of his socks and crawled up between his legs. First, I pulled his balls out to join his cock and began gently licking them. I can taste the salty buildup of sweat from a sweltering day at work and rolled by tongue over the clean-shaven skin of his nuts, lapping it up like an obedient dog. This elicited an approving grunt from him and a good hard pulse in his cock; clearly more precum. After his balls were good n cleaned, I moved my lips to his foreskin. I could smell his cock, not in a bad way, but was def aware he had worked all day in the heat. I started by gentle rolling his foreskin around my lips and gently pressing my tongue into the opening and feeling my tongue get coated in the thick silky precum. It tasted good, slightly salty but definitely the best precum I had ever had. I gently pulled it back, letting the head of his cock slide into my mouth. “Fuuuuu...” was all he could manage to get out, his head falling and his hand moving to grip the back of my head. I slid the head of his cock deep into my mouth, willing my throat to open and praying I don’t gag on it. My desire won and with his head now fully exposed, it slid down my throat until I felt his balls on my lower lip. His grip tightened and forced just a little more in then I was able to take and I pulled back slightly. “No,” was all he said and he doubled down, pulled my head off about half way and then forced me back on. My throat relaxed again and this time he was able to hold me down while he flexed his cock a few times. I could feel the thick jelly like precum coat my throat. When he relaxed his grip, I started going to town, working a good fast beat of his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back balls deep in my throat. Admittedly, as hot as this was, after a good 10 minutes of the assault on my throat I had to take a break and tapped out. I stood up, a little unsteady on my feet, snagged my beer off the table and downed it. James followed suit. “Well fuck bud. That was crazy. Wish my wife could do that.” I chuckled back at, as he kept stroking his cock. “Practice makes perfect.” “Thinking maybe we should head inside…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure if he caught my meaning, when he cocked his head to the side Part 6. I strode over to the mini-fridge, grabbed two more brews and motioned for him to follow. Cock in hand, he followed. My bedroom was just off the kitchen, and I walked over and stood by the door, waved him in ahead of me and watched him sit on the bed, gazing around the room. I was pleased to see his cock was still hard as a rock, circumspectly still tugging at it. He wants to cum, I grinned to myself. I slowly slipped off my underwear, walked to him and helped him out of his. James sat there, with a grin etched into his face but also not sure what else was coming. I slid back down and went back to work, making sure he was good n slick. His dick still leaking like mad, I wasn’t too worried. After a few more minutes of getting my throat fucked, I slid up and push him back so he was laying down and I crawled on him. Staring into his eyes, looking glazed over with passion and alcohol, I teased his cock on my hole. My ass is smooth, I made sure of that. He was starting to push back and then he seemed to come back to reality for a second. “Condom?” He muttered to me. I smirked and leaned far forward, my cock now hitting his chest and reached into a small bin I keep by my bedside. I slid out a rubber and took a quick check of the date. Expired…figures. I grabbed some silicon along with it. “They are bit out of date…” I admitted. “Fuck, just get on it…” he breathed heavily back to me. I slid the condom on and put a generous serving of lube on before climbing on and lowering myself on his cock. I hadn’t bottomed in awhile, so it was a bit of work to get it in. When the head finally popped in, he gave a good grunt and was breathing deep as each inch sunk inside. My breath caught in my throat, riding that fine line between pain and pleasure. When I felt him bottom out, I slowly lifted off and down again. Each time he hit that spot that made my rock hard cock drip and throb. I started going faster and was really ramming myself down, wanting his cock to become a part of me It didn’t take long for him to give in completely and he grabbed my shoulder and with some force, flipped us over. He grabbed my legs and slotted them over his shoulders, gave me a smile and started to fuck me. I was growling and grabbing his tight, muscled ass and egging him to fuck me deeper and harder. I could feel his sweat dripping on me as the heat built up. Suddenly the words just poured out of me, “I want you to cum in me, fucking fill my ass man.” He roared at me and uttered ‘fuck it’ under his breath before he pulled his cock out and ripped the condom off. With a quick grin and nod from me, he pulled his foreskin all the way back and slid back in. The look on his face when he balls deep was nothing short of bliss. He reached back and pulled off his socks, locked eyes with me and pressed them over my face; all the while pounding his huge uncut cock in full, fast strokes. The scent blinded me to everything. I became, in all senses of the word, completely his in that moment. My whole body gave into his ramming cock, lost in his eyes and under the spell of his scent. We were both soaked in sweat, he was holding me down and staring at me when he hit the perfect spot. My cock throbbed and my balls pulled up, forcing the first shot of cum. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out and my vision blurred as the orgasm wracked my body. For the first time in my life, I was feeling a true prostate orgasm. My body was emptying into his eyes as my every drop of my cum was covering me. My ass locked down, every muscle gripped his cock trying to slow the intensity. It proved too much for James as every muscle on his body flexed and he growled deep in his chest, his cock made one final thrust as deep as he could. The foreskin on his cock pulled all the way back and his head swelled up. The cum was thin, and shot so far into me it wasn’t coming out anytime soon. Each of the at least 12 shots came with a throb of his cock and a pulse in his balls, I could feel everything. Feeling his cum slam into my prostate drove me off the edge again and I came more. Every breath filled with the overwhelming musk of his socks. He collapsed on me, his strength gone. He didn’t move for awhile, just nuzzled into my neck, breathing just below my ear. I wrapped my arms around him and relaxed into the moment. PART 8 Once we caught our breath and he finally had the strength to roll off me, his now soft cock slipping out of my well used hole, he just looked at me with grin. “Ready for that steak?” I chuckled at him. “Yea man, just give me a minute?” I nodded to him as he hopped up and grabbed his bag, pulling out a phone. I saw him dial a quick number and hold the phone to his ear, “Hey babe, what ya up to?...awesome, hope you ladies are planning a great night...I am already 6 beers in, gonna just crash at my buddy's place tonight...yea absolutely...Love ya too babe...cya tomorrow.” Moments after he hung up the phone, he crawled back into bed, sliding his arm up and around me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he pulls my face onto his and kisses me deeply as I start to feel his cock grow again.... To be continued.... Hope you all enjoyed this fantasy; If you want to hear more, I will def enjoy continuing.

Perfect! As usual the term has been demonized by the right wing noise machine, but being woke is what is comendable, the opposite is hate to what you don't understand or share and we all know what has taken us to before.

Day 3, Part 1 Chris woke to Colin marking his back from the fuck the night before. "On your knees outside the tent. I want a blowjob" Colin said pushing Chris's shoulder until he was fully awake. Chris crawled out of the tent and assumed his position on his knees, waiting for Colin to come out. Colin waited a few minutes, wanting to make sure everyone saw Chris on his knees, waiting for him, and then came out of the tent pulling his shorts down. "Suck, faggot" Colin commanded. Chris wasn't sure how he wanted to handle this, but in the end decided to give Colin the best head he had ever had. While he knew it was going to be a lot of work, he was going to edge Colin for a while until his balls hurt. He sucked his cock, sucked and licked his balls, nursed on the head, deepthroated, lapped at his cock and did whatever he could to get Colin close and then backed way off. He saw the other guys in the distance watching him suck at first. The longer he went the closer everyone came until they were circled around him. A few were stroking but most were enjoying Chris torture Colin without him realizing it. Chris knew that Colin wasn't used to anyone spending this much time sucking him and rather than facefuck Chris to get off, he just let the blowjob keep going at Chris's pace. After 30 minutes, Chris got him close again and then leaned back and stood up. "My jaw is sore. I'm done" Chris said as he walked over to the water's edge and started to piss. He heard several of the guys laugh. "Get the fuck back here and finish the job!" Colin yelled out. Chris just kept pissing out the end of the cock cage. His dick was pretty ripe by now and while he had been told no one was allowed to bathe, he walked into the water until he was waist deep and let the water run by for a minute. "You just said you wanted me to suck. It's up to you to shoot" Chris said, almost laughing. Walking back toward the tent he could see the pained look on Colin's face. He was thinking about just stroking him and watching him shoot his load on to the sand, but he remembered Ken's instructions on the first day - no wasted loads. Chris got back on his knees and started to suck his cock again, this time making sure that he emptied his balls down his throat. The group ate breakfast and Chris kept waiting to be told to get ready to be fucked again. They cleaned up the campsite and Ken told everyone to pack up and get everything in the canoes. As Chris put the last of their stuff in the canoe, Ken came up and put his arm around Chris. "No morning breeding today, just make sure you get at least one load from everyone during the day" Ken said. Chris nodded and pushed the canoe into the water and got in. They paddled slowly downriver for a while as a group and then a few guys took off. Chris and Colin were following Steve, his son, Ken and Les. An hour later Chris saw Les wave them toward the shore.

Day 1, Pt 3 “Newbie, over here” Ken said pointing to a spot in front of him. Chris walked over to the spot and Colin was right behind him. The rest of the group circled around them, waiting for Ken to talk. “You already know that you are designated fuckee for this trip. You will service the rest of us whenever WE want. You are not allowed to fuck or masturbate. Due to some issues from last year, I made a change to make sure that there are no violations of this rule. You have Colin to thank for this. So… Drop your shorts” Ken said. Chris pushed his board shorts down and stepped out of them. Ken reached up and held Chris’ cock in his hand and then reached into the bag. He fished out a cage and held it up, checking to see if it would fit correctly. He pulled out a second, slightly larger one and muttered “that’s better.” Tossing the first one back into the bag, Ken said “Colin, on your knees. Suck this boy off and swallow his last load of the trip.” Colin turned pale as everyone stared at him. “NOW!” Ken barked. Colin sunk to his knees and tentatively put his lips around the hardening shaft. Chris laughed to himself, remembering Colin’s earlier comments in the van. It was a bad blowjob and Chris really couldn’t remember having gotten a worse one in his life. He reached down to stroke himself off and Ken barked out “NO! He needs to do this on his own, even if we are here all day and night.” Everyone seemed to grumble and started heckling Colin. After another ten minutes of Colin slobbering over his cock and not getting him to cum, Chris reached down and started to face fuck Colin. Ken didn’t seem to mind this and didn’t stop him. He heard Colin start to gag as his stiff cock punched into his throat. Another few minutes and Chris could feel the cum start to rise from his balls. Chris was torn - should he fill Colin’s mouth full of his cum or shoot it right down his throat? He decided that Colin’s poor sucking skills earned him a mouthful of jizz which he would probably hate. As soon as his cock started spurting, he held Colin’s head so that the spray was coating his mouth. Most of the guys seemed to be cheering him on, but the look in Colin’s eyes told him he would pay for this later. Once Colin had swallowed all of Chris’ seed and Chris’ cock had deflated, Ken put the cage on his cock. He had seen them in porn flicks and he actually didn’t mind having his cock locked up since he couldn't fuck anyway, as long as it came off at the end of the trip.

Being a total bottom makes it easy for me but I get the angst. Have you ever been on your back, knees by your ear with a nice cock sliding in when a third guy sinks his cock into your top and starts slamming into him? It feels like they're both screwing you and the bliss on their faces validates your role. Their combined weight pressing you down so you can't move makes you realize what a bottom is really for. Picture that and then put father and son in the picture. Might provide some guidance.