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4. With a squelching sound my hole was suddenly empty. Sir pulled his fingers out and spat into my open hole. I whimpered. “Please… keep going. That felt so good!” “Don’t worry boy, this is going to feel even better. Flip over” Sir said. I flipped onto my back, and the big beast of a man bent over me. Then I felt something warm and hard touch my hole. At long last his cock head was resting against my slowly opening ass. He dropped another big wad of spit only his shaft and smeared it around before saying, “Alright boy… take a deep breath, close your eyes and count to ten. Then let it out very slowly. Focus on relaxing. Ready… deep breath.” I closed my eyes, filled my lungs and counted. One, two, three… At ten I released my lungs and let the air out through my nose. I imagined the wave again. This time even larger than before. I imagined it washing all of the tension out of my body leaving me loose and compliant. I imagined my hole winking open and drawing Sir’s cock inside. I imagined my body swallowing him up, becoming the perfect sleeve for his cock. I imagined myself transformed into his perfect hole. I saw myself changed, my head shaved, my cock locked away, a thick chain locked around my neck. I saw myself remade like my ex had been. I saw myself taking Sir’s fat cock with ease whenever he wanted. I lost myself in my imagination and didn’t notice that Sir had slid his fat cock head inside my hole. “Good boy, that’s it. I’m inside you now. Your first raw cock is inside your hole.” “Fuck Sir. It feels so good!” I opened my eyes and looked up into Sir’s handsome face. “I know it does boy. You’re doing so well. You’ve given in. You’ve got a thick raw cock siding into your tight little hole. How does that make you feel?” “It makes me feel good Sir! It makes me horny! I want more. Please… go deeper Sir.” “Good boy. You know that once I’m all the way inside of you there’s no going back. I will breed you. Is that what you want?” “Yes Sir! I want you to breed me!” He started to push his cock into me very slowly. “And you know that once I breed you you’ll never be the same. You’ll never be the cocky college top you thought you were again.” “I know Sir!” “And you still want my raw cock?” “Yes Sir!” “You know that once you feel me shoot inside you you’ll be hooked. Getting bred is addictive to boys like you. Once they start they feel a real man’s load in their hole they cant get enough. You’ll never be able to get enough.” Between his words, the low tambour of his voice, and the feeling of his cock sliding steadily deeper into me the effect was almost hypnotic. “You’ll be begging me for more. You’ll crave it in your sole. It won’t just be a want, but a need. And knowing all that you still want me to fuck you?” I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Yes. Yes Sir. Use my hole.” “As you wish boy,” and he slammed the rest of his cock into me. I yelled, my eyes rolling back. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through my body. White light exploded before my eyes. I was lost for a moment, unable to comprehend the pleasure that came for a man’s rock-hard cock penetrating me to the hilt. I moaned stupidly, my jaw slack, as Sir ground his cock into me before pulling back. He slipped back till only the fat tip of his cock was inside me and then pressed in again. He built up speed and force till his balls started slapping against me. Sweat sprung up on my chest, and the smell of musk and sex started to swirl around me. The entire experience was intoxicating. I was both conscious of every little sensation and completely removed from my body. It was like something within me was being rewritten. Sir had been right, this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before and it was extraordinary. This was better than any sexual experience I’d ever had. Part of it was giving into Sir and the exaltation that came with that release, but part of it was just the pure physical pleasure that a raw cock inside my hole gave me. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock in a way I’d never felt being fucked with a condom on. All thought of my being a top was being erased bit by bit as he pumped his cock in and out of my hole. “Good boy. It feels good to submit doesn’t it. It feels good to find your place. I can see it on your face. You love being filled with raw cock.” “I do Sir! Holy shit! It feels so good… I… I never imagined!” “I know boy, but now it will be all you can think about. Now you’ve felt how good it feels to surrender to a real man. How good it feels to let him sink his raw cock into your pretty hole. How good it feels to be stretched wide around his shaft.” “Fuck yes Sir! Stretch me out. I want to be the perfect hole for your cock. I want to be able to take you any time you need my hole.” “That’s it boy. Don’t hole back. How does Sir’s cock make you feel?” “I feel good! I feel so stretched. I feel… slutty!” “Do you like feeling slutty?” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt so free and sexy. Please make me a slut Sir!” “You’re going to feel even more slutty when I send you home full of my seed.” He growled before forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I wound my arms and legs around him holding him close as we kissed. “I’m going to blow my nut in you so deep it will be there all night.” “Please breed me Sir! I need to know. I need to know what it feels like to take a man’s load. I need to be bred.” “I hope you’re ready for what that means boy. I hope you’re ready to give in to being a slut because boys like you cant just take one load.” “Please! I’m ready.” He was picking up his pace, hammering his cock into me. Sweat dripped off his broad frame raining onto me. His face was screwed up, and there was an animalistic glint to his eyes. “I don’t think you are boy. I don’t think you know what you’re committing to, but its too late for your now. Take me load boy!” He let out a roar and sunk his dick as deep into me as he could. I moaned, unable to take my eyes off him as his body convulsed. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I felt a warmth spilling into my guts. I could feel him flooding me with cum. Bliss washed over me. It was the best feeling in the whole world. I’d never felt more connected to someone. I’d never felt sexier in my whole life. My body had made this beautiful man cum that hard. I had done that. I had made him feel that good. That made me feel good. “Fuck, its already happened to you,” Sir said, panting slightly. “What Sir?” “You’re hooked. I can see it in your eyes. There’s a bliss there that only a true cumdump gets when he takes a load. Your ex had that look in his eyes after he took my load for the first time. He tried to hide it but…” Sir shifted and pulled his cock from my hole. I felt empty. I wanted his cock back. “…I could tell. There was no hiding the joy in his face at feeling the warmth of my cum inside his hole. He stammered something about needing to leave, that he had a boyfriend, but he still asked for my number at the door. Then that night, while the two of you were watching a movie, he started texting me about how hot it was and how much he wanted to do it again. By the time you two went to bed he was begging me to fuck him again. He even offered to sneak out after you two had gone to bed.” Sir had gotten up now and was pulling his shorts back on. “I made him wait for it though, till he was truly lost in his cock lust.” “I feel like… I feel like I’m supposed to be mad at him but… That felt so good. How could he not want it again?” Sir laughed, “You already want it again don’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” I pulled my knees into my chest exposing my freshly fucked hole to him. He chuckled again, “Well that’s not how this works boy. Now its your turn to wait. I want you completely lost in cock lust before I fuck you again. Right now you’re still riding the adrenalin of finally getting fucked for the first time. You need to let that subside and give into the real lust that’s building inside you. The lust that will last for the rest of your life now.” “But…” “Nope, no buts. Get dressed and go home… I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

Had a fun time at Men’s Club. At least 20 guys, more bottoms than tops but also enough verse guys to balance things out. Put on my harness, jock and soccer socks and put my ass out there. Got fucked by at least a dozen guys in just over 2 hours. Took an opportunity to also stick my 8+ inch dick in a few hot asses. When things really got going, 3 guys took turns pounding my hole while I had the poppers up my nose. This was after a guy pumped and dumped a huge load deep in my hole. Made sure to clean each guy up afterwards. In all, I took three nice loads up my ass and swallowed two more. Every day is a great day to be a bottom cumslut!

1. I sat frozen staring at my phone as the pictures came in one after the other. I was in shock. When I’d seen the notification my boyfriend had texted me I never in a million years would have said these would be the photos he’d sent. I looked at the first image again incredulously. My cute usually innocent seeming boyfriend was kneeling on the floor, completely naked, a huge grin on his face and a massive cock resting on his chin, a string of spit connecting its tip to his lips. Then the message “I’m sorry to tell you like this babe, but Sir said it was the only way,” came through. I blinked at the message unseeingly. Sir? Who the hell was that? What the hell was he doing sucking someone else’s cock? We didn’t have an open relationship. “Sir said that if I didn’t show you what a slut for his cock I am that he wouldn’t breed me.” What on earth was he talking about? Breed him? We only fucked with condoms and now some man was going to breed him. Then the first video came. It was shot from in front of my boyfriend’s face. He was laying on his chest, his face turned up into the camera, his eyes locked on the lens. Behind him a big hulking man, his face out of frame, lined up his raw cock with my boyfriend’s upturned ass. I couldn’t see it sink into his hole but I could tell what was happening by the look of pleasure on my boyfriend’s face. A smile broke across his face, his eyes closed for a moment, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking thick Sir. That feels so good! Please breed me Sir!” “That’s right boy, my big raw cock feels better than you boyfriends little wrapped dick doesn’t it,” asked the furry monster forcing his dick into my boyfriend’s hole. “Yes Sir! Yours is so much better.” The video ended. A few moments later another text came through. “I’m sorry babe. I know this must hurt, but I need it. I need Sir’s cock and this was the only way he would breed me.” I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my phone in my hand. Then after a long moment, I watched the video again…and again… and again. Around the fourth time through I noticed my cock was hard and wet spot was starting to form in my shorts. I was turned on by the idea of my boyfriend getting bred raw. But more than that I was turned on seeing the big hairy beast of a man pumping behind him and hearing his rough voice. I’d always considered myself more of a top but seeing the look of bliss that overtook my boyfriend’s face and the man slid inside him I found myself wondering what it would be like to take him myself. I watched the man’s wide shoulder settle into place as he pushed his cock inside my boyfriend, his hairy pecs rise and fall with each thrust, his nipples pert and pink standing out from the dark hair swirling around them. After silence from my boyfriend for almost thirty minutes another video came in. The camera now held by the man my boyfriend was calling Sir, it showed my boyfriend on his back with his legs held apart, his cock soft but leaking precum onto his stomach and a wide fat throbbing raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. The man slammed into my boyfriend over and over making him moan and shriek. “Breed me Sir! Please! I need it! I need to feel you cum inside me again! Its all I can think about.” “Yeah, you liked it when I bred you and sent you back to your boyfriend all those times didn’t you? You liked making a cuck out of him didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir! It was so hot knowing your load was inside me and he had no idea!” “How do you feel now he knows, now that he’s seen was a horny cumdump you are?” “I feel so good! Now I can be your cumdump all the time!” “Good boy, look in the camera and tell your boyfriend what you are.” The camera panned up from my boyfriend’s hole to his face. He was sweaty and slack jawed, his eyes even seemed slightly out of focused. He was lost in a horny haze when he looked into the camera and said, “I’m Sir’s faggot cumdump. My hole belongs to him. I belong to him. I’m his boy. I need his loads.” “Good boy, now take your reward.” The camera moved quickly back down as the man let out a roar and his cock pulsed several times before he rammed fully inside my boyfriend’s hole. “Breed my cunt,” my boyfriend shouted. He’d never called his hole a cunt before, I was shocked and even more turned on. “This hole is mine now,” the man growled and the video ended. For a moment I just sat there, my underwear completely soaked through with precum. Then I noticed another text from my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry babe. I’m sorry that you’re finding out like this, but I had to. I’m sorry but it’s over. I’m Sir’s now.” I didn’t know how to respond. I just restarted the video and watched partly out of anger and shock, partly out of jealously that this man was breeding my boyfriend (well, I guess now ex-boyfriend), and partly out of jealously of how good it must feel to be fucked by that monster. After probably ten more minutes another text came. This time it was from a number I didn’t know. “He’s mine now faggot,” read the text, which was quickly followed by a picture of my now ex. He was standing completely naked with his hands behind his back. His head had been shaved down to a fine stubble, and around his neck hung a thick metal chain with a big silver lock resting on his chest. The shaved head was so shocking that I didn’t notice for a moment the black plastic cage that now trapped his cock. In ten minutes by ex had gone from a cute vanilla seeming college senior to a full on owned sub sex pig. It was hot!

“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Buddy of mine joined me boating yesterday, late in the afternoon he fires up Grindr and a young twink he's been talking to for a couple months had hit him up. Buddy sends a msg and kid responds says he's horny. My buddy says, how about two hung dads? Tell him we're boating and he can join. I'm mostly a bottom, love getting fucked but do enjoy topping twinks. An hour later we pick him up at the dock. He's every bit as cute in person as his pics. We head out to find a place to anchor, find a spot, drop anchor and make some drinks. My buddy takes the kid below while I'm dealing with the anchor and drinks. I head down to join them, my first view is kids smooth ass up in the air as he's going down on my buddy. I put the drinks down and dive into that smooth hole. I LOVE to rim a smooth hole and this kids as perfect, perfect little ass. After a good tongue fucking and fingering kid spins around and starts sucking me. My buddy gets behind him and continues opening his hole. Buddy is nicely hung, I'm a bit bigger but he's got a great cock. I'm playing with the kids limp cock while he's sucking me... buddy tells kid to arch his back lubes his cock and slides into his hole. Kid moans, tells him to wait... I'm rubbing his shoulders as he gets used to his ass being filled. He starts push back against my buddy, buddy starts slow stroking. Kid's given up on sucking me and is head down enjoying the cock. After a few minutes buddy says your turn, pulls out and I take his place. I pull out and dive into his gapping hole giving him a deep tongue. Spent the next hour using his ass and mouth. Buddy gave him two loads I gave him one. Kid came getting his second load from my buddy, on his back, I'm stroking his cock and kissing the kid. He tenses up and his beautiful cock unloads Nice big load splattered all over his chest and tummy. Small cock but shot a great load, damn I love young boys. I dive in to clean him up, save a little for a cum kiss. Buddy pulls out, kid tells me to lay back and sits on my cock.... rides my cock while we're making out. That's all it took, swallowing his load, feeling his well fucked ass on my cock and kissing him... I blew my load in a couple minutes. DAMN one of the hottest fucks I'm had with a guy in a while. So I gave 1 load, buddy gave 2, I got to swallow two, one from the kids body and by buddy's first load from kids hole. Now I need to get fucked LOL

Chapter 4 – The Best Lube Chapters 1 through 3 discuss a session with Steven, a long-time buddy and an unknown guy. I’ve been blindfolded throughout, and Steven started me out with a good slam. They’ve fucked me with toys, fisted me, fed me cock, and sucked me off. I just fed the other guy a load of cum while Steven’s hand was in my ass. We’re on the bed, and they just locked me into chastity. Since I was still blindfolded and we were taking a break, I decided to feel out the unknown player. Of course, we also blew some clouds during this time. I started out using my hands to feel his whole body. He had a firm chest covered in a nice pelt of fur. His cock was hefty and surrounded by a nice bush. His balls were large and hanging low. His legs seemed firm, and his arms were nicely muscled. He also had a short beard. After a bit of feeling him up, I decided to climb onto his body. I swung my leg over his lower body and settled myself on him with my ass positioned at his cock. My ass was well opened and greased up, and his cock was pleasantly plump. Sitting like this, I massaged his chest and let my caged cock rest on his hairy belly. Of course, I was also rubbing my ass around his cock. His cock responded as I expected it might. The chastity cage kept me from getting hard, but it was already unlikely that it would matter. Between the T and the ass work, my cock was going to stay shrunken, but this guy’s dick was getting nice and hard. I reached back and started to stroke his cock. He was moaning in pleasure as I slowly worked my hand up and down his hardening member. Once it was hard enough, I slipped it into my ass. I was stretched out enough that it was an easy fit, but he still filled my ass nicely. While he was moaning, I rode that cock with my ass. At one point, Steven told me that he wanted me to take a hit off the pipe. I sunk my ass all the way down on the other guy’s cock and waited for Steven to put the pipe at my mouth. I heard the torch, and then the pipe was at my lips. I eagerly sucked in a huge amount of smoke and held it as long as I could. While I was doing this and moving back and forth on dick, Steven fed the other guy some smoke too. Now, we’d both be a little more buzzed and ready to fuck. I went back to riding the cock cowboy style. I would slide up until he almost left my ass before sinking all the way down so that I could feel his pubes tickling my hole. I varied the speed and gyrated on his cock. The sounds he was emitting told me how much he loved what we were doing. He grabbed my legs and swung me around on the bed. Then, he pushed me onto my back and started to pound my ass. He was driving his cock in and out of my ass with a wild sense of abandon. We were both in the throes of ecstasy as we fucked like wild men. His sweat was dripping on me, mixing with my own. He slowed down a bit and started to plow me even deeper. I could tell he was getting close to blowing his load, and I was ready for it. There is nothing like the feeling of being bred by a guy. Soon, he drove his cock deep in my ass, and I could feel the throbbing of his cock as it dumped its load inside me. Cum is the best lube ever! Once he was done, he collapsed on top of me. I always love it when a guy does this and pins me to the bed. His head was resting next to mine, and he turned to me, and we began to kiss. His beard felt great as we were making out, and he was a wonderful kisser. I could smell the musk coming from his sweaty body as we made out. I moved down to his pit and buried my nose and mouth in there. He smelled amazing, and I licked out his pit. Then, I moved across his hairy chest, pausing to lick each nipple, and landed in his other pit, which I also enjoyed. He had moved up on my body while I was licking out his pits, and his cock was now nestled against my hairy belly. I reached back and ran my hands over his hairy ass. His ass was covered in soft fur, and I played with that as I spread his cheeks apart. He moved further up, and I was able to access his hole. I fingered it, then put some fingers in my mouth so that I’d have some lube when I went back to his ass. He was groaning as I rubbed his hole, which let me know that he was enjoying the experience. I got three fingers into his ass when he growled, “Hey, who’s the bottom here?” From the way he said this, I knew the correct answer: “I am.” “Damn right, you are. Now get back in the sling.” This was OK with me. Steven helped me up and led me over to the sling. He got me settled in place and kindly guided my feet into the stirrups. A sling is always exciting to be in since it places my ass at the perfect spot for penetration or rimming. Before Steven walked away, he fingered my cum filled ass. Then, he went in for a few licks. I pushed out so that he could taste some of the cum. The other guy had been lubing up a dildo. I knew this when I felt the toy at my hole. “Get ready, pig. This is a big one.” With that, he started to slide the dildo into my ass. It went in easily at first since both my ass and the toy were well-lubed. But it started getting thicker as he pushed it deeper, and my hole needed to expand to accommodate it. I reached down and spread my ass open, and that little bit more expansion allowed it to slide further into my ass. This toy was a monster! It felt great but was certainly taking me to that fine line between pleasure and pain. He let the toy sit in place for a while. As I was getting used to its girth, he was twisting it around and tapping on the base to provide some vibrations to my ass. The feeling of fullness was astounding, and I started to move back and forth in the sling, making the dildo slide around inside me. Soon, the poppers bottle was placed under my nose and I did two huge hits, holding the second one as long as possible. Once the fumes had control of my brain, he started to extract the toy from my ass. His pace was thrillingly slow, allowing my ass to feel each centimeter of the toy as it was moving through my ass. My poppers brain wanted to take it fast and deep, but he was driving, and he was going to take it at a leisurely pace. Once I surrendered to him, I laid back to enjoy the removal process. When the dildo breached my hole, his hand took over. He slid a well-greased paw into my ass, again driving it slowly through my tunnel. I was still riding the poppers (and the T) and was repeatedly clenching and releasing my ass muscles to pull him in further. He kept pushing, and I kept flexing, letting his arm delve deeply into my ass. I reached down and was pleased to feel the crook of his elbow approaching my hole. He had almost his entire forearm inside me, and he was still progressing. Soon, I felt his bicep making contact with my hole. Damn, no one had ever been that deep inside me before. He spent some time twisting his arm around and making small back-and-forth motions. Being as deep in my ass as he was, even the smallest movement sent shock waves through my body. I knew that my ass was being opened up like it had never been opened before. Then, he began to pull his arm out. Once again, he took things slowly so that I could feel each bit of his arm as it moved through my canal. It felt great, and he kept murmuring about how hot and exciting it was to be inside me. I felt sexy and empowered as I felt him slowly slide out of my ass. “Fuck, what a beautiful gape!” he said when his hand was all the way out. I could tell that my hole was wide open. It was probably dripping lube and cum. I felt around it, sticking a few fingers in, which engendered some chuckles from the guys watching me. “Let’s slam him again and really work him over,” proposed Steven. “Fuck, yeah.” With that, the tourniquet went back on my upper arm, and I felt the cool alcohol swab cleansing a spot for the point.

For me, it's the dark area sling at Spa Excess. I'm blindfolded, wrists restrained high above my head, leather harness, jockstrap and lubed up hole. Heaven on Earth!

You would be surprised. There are plenty of places in the United States where there is little to no sex education at all. And in a shocking (but not surprising, to those of us here) number of places, the only thing that can be taught about preventing pregnancy is abstinence. You're correct that a lot of the objections about "appropriate" material is the feeling on the far right that NOTHING about gays can be "appropriate" for children to learn.

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

and if I was the top, I would have hade sure you did - then flipped with you. BTW, we wouldn't have gone anywhere else for a couple of days.

I found myself having some more time this weekend, so I decided to continue a bit more. Here is the next part: Part 5: Coming home Ethan decides to take Thomas and Johnny to his home as both boys live quite far by train. Upon reaching his apartment, Ethan shows off the impressive space: A large living area with plenty of comfortable seating and entertainment systems, an open-plan kitchen stocked with delicious foods and drinks, a modern bathroom suite featuring both traditional showers and bathtub as well as an attached sauna room perfect for indulging their darkest desires without leaving the comfort of home. But it is when they enter his "playroom" that truly sets their hearts racing with excitement, equipped with everything two submissive sluts like themselves could ever want or need: A vast collection of BDSM gear including whips, floggers, restraints, cock rings and nipple clamps hung neatly from pegboards adorning the walls; numerous sex toys displayed invitingly in glass cases along one side of the room; an expansive array of sex furniture ranging from a luxurious Saint Andrew's cross to various bondage frames perfect for keeping them spread wide open during long nights filled with debauchery and depravity. The main focus point of the room is a massive king-sized bed with ornate posts at each corner and covered in a silky latex sheet - ideal for tying up their victims while Ethan took his pleasure or using as a surface to tie them into various kinky positions. Overhead hangs an impressive collection of rope, leather and chain which can be used not only for bondage but also creating complex macrame designs to adorn the slaves further or simply adding an extra level of humiliation when incorporated into their BDSM sessions together as Ethan's pets. Finally, in one corner sits an intimidating looking device that looks like something out of a medieval dungeon - this is Ethan's favorite toy for punishing naughty slaves who dare defy him: The Judas Cradle, or an adapted version of it, which would ensure both boys learn their place quickly under his firm but loving guidance. Thomas tries to grasp how it works, when Ethan explains he can stretch their assholes out using the cradle, tying a boy up and using a complicated system of levers and pulleys, lowers them onto a dildo or other toy. Depending on the punishment this can go from pleasurable to very, very painful. With everything laid bare before them, Thomas couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe mixed with fear as he gazed upon this erotic temple dedicated to sin and pleasure at his master's command alone. But when those beautiful brown eyes meet Ethan's dark orbs filled with promises of pain, passion, and ultimate submission, Thomas finds himself unable to resist. He takes a tentative step forward before sinking down on one knee beside the bed in front of his new Lord and Master: "I belong to you now, Master Ethan." he whispers huskily as heat spreads through his body at the thought of finally finding someone strong enough to take complete control over his life - someone like himself who knows no limits when it comes to indulging their twisted desires. Johnny watches with a mixture of lust and dread as Ethan nods approvingly before ordering both boys to strip naked completely then proceeds to grab handfuls of each slave's hair forcing them down onto all fours presenting themselves for his inspection. Thomas's ass cheeks clench involuntarily in anticipation at what is yet come while Johnny's cock throbs painfully as Master Ethan begins running his hands over their bodies like fine works of art. As they are subjected to this intense display of power, Thomas feels a sense of peace washing over him knowing that he is no longer in control - but also realizing just how much he enjoys being pushed beyond his limits like this under such skilled hands which show no mercy nor remorse for the pleasure they extract from their helpless victims. Meanwhile, Johnny watches on transfixed by this mesmerizing display of dominance and submission knowing that he too will soon learn what it means be truly owned by a man like Ethan. After their inspection by Master Ethan, Thomas and Johnny are made to stand before him naked as they were born. With a look of absolute determination on his face, Ethan retrieves a small box from one corner of the room filled with chains and tools that look more at home in a hardware store than this den of iniquity. He moves swiftly yet methodically fastening heavy collars around each boy's necks before affixing matching sets of shackles to their wrists and ankles locking them onto the bodies permanently. These new adornments serve as both reminders and symbols of their enslavement; proof for all who lay eyes upon them that they are now fully owned by this powerful man who has claimed them both as his own personal playthings. With a satisfied grin, Ethan steps back admiring his handiwork for a moment before issuing forth commands which send chills down their spines at the thought of what lies ahead: "Now then...I want you both on all fours presenting your asses to me like the good little sluts you are," he says, his voice cold and emotionless as stone but still manages convey a sense of barely restrained lust beneath its surface. "Johnny, come here my pretty boy and let's see what we can do about getting that sweet tight hole of yours stretched nice and wide for me to fuck it good and proper." As Johnny moves forward obediently like a zombie under his master's spell, Ethan grabs hold of the back of Johnny's neck guiding him towards Thomas who has already assumed position as ordered. As their asses press against each other in this intimate embrace it's clear that both boys are aroused by this display of dominance. With one final push, Ethan shoves his massive cock head between Johnny's puckered anus, a first taste for the newcomer that instantly brings tears to his eyes at how big and thick it feels invading him so forcefully all at once. But instead of pulling back in pain as most would expect upon such violation, Johnny whimpers out soft moans begging Master Ethan not stop pounding away inside him, a fact helped by Ethan secretly applying some Tina to his cock head before pushing forward which ensures maximum pleasure while also causing confusion within Johnny's addled brain as he struggles against his own base desires for the attention and adoration showered upon him by this new Lord and Master. Thomas meanwhile watches on eagerly with lustful eyes, craving his own turn at being fucked senseless by their powerful master while also experiencing an intense sense of pride knowing full well that both he and Johnny will soon belong entirely to this man. Ethan takes full advantage of his power over Thomas and Johnny, thrusting in and out of Johnny's tight ass like a possessed man driven by lust alone while at the same time fondling Thomas' cock, rubbing it in circles until he is leaking precum all over his chest. When he feels that both boys are ready for their next round of debauchery, Ethan releases his cock from the wanting boy. Without pausing for even a moment to catch their breath, Ethan orders them both into position on their back. His plan is to tie each boy up spread eagled, laying next to one another like two cum-stained slabs of meat ready for his pleasure as he grabs hold of large syringes filled with a cocktail of drugs that will keep them both high and aroused until he decides enough is enough. As each needle pierces their flesh sending shudders of pleasure coursing through their veins, Ethan positions himself between the two bound boys taking turns fucking them mouth and ass while also forcing his cock down Johnny's throat until he can feel the boy gagging on it. He doesn't care though because for him this is about complete ownership; showing Johnny who holds power in this relationship while reminding Thomas exactly why he belongs to him alone. Ethan grabs another syringe filled with a powerful dose of drugs used to treat erectile dysfunction before squatting down between their legs aiming at Johnny's cock, which he knows has become hypersensitive thanks to all the abuse it's been taking over these past hours since Ethan claimed them as his own. With a quick thrust, he drives the needle deep into Johnny's engorged member causing him to scream in pain yet still unable to resist due to the mind-numbing effects of both the drugs already inside his system and mastery that Ethan wields over him so effortlessly at this point. Now, the only thing that is missing is getting high himself - watching over his two little playthings as they writhe beneath him helpless against their own base desires which he has twisted into something darker more sinister than either could have ever imagined possible when first joining his ranks just mere hours ago. With his heart racing from both anticipation and excitement, Ethan retrieves the final syringe from its place on a nearby table. He inspects it carefully making sure every detail is perfect before bringing it to bear upon himself as he positions the needle against his own flesh at his arm. Slowly but surely, he depresses the plunger releasing a potent mixture of chemicals into his veins that will enhance both sensation and pleasure while also numbing him slightly from pain allowing him to indulge in their perversions for longer periods without fatigue setting in. As he feels the warmth spreading throughout his body, Ethan's cock twitches, eagerly anticipating what is coming next - an intense session of fisting Thomas's asshole after first taking care to fill up Johnny. It's his way of reminding them both that even though they may think they can escape from this dark world, the truth remains: They belong to him now. Ethan moves behind Johnny whose eyes flutter shut unable to bear witness to what's about happen next, but still feels every touch nonetheless thanks in part to those wicked drugs coursing through their systems like electric current sparking new pathways of pleasure previously unimaginable. With a gentle yet firm grip, Ethan grabs hold of Johnny's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his tight rosy asshole still glistening wet with spilled cum and remnants of lube. The butt plug appears out of nowhere, its massive size dwarfing even Johnny's impressive proportions as it slides into his tight anus causing him to scream like a stuck pig but unable to stop himself from moaning, thanks again in part due those same drugs that are now beginning work their magic throughout their bodies, making them high on the pain just as much as the pelasure they were feeling earlier when chasing that first taste of release so desperately. As Johnny tries adjusting to this newfound intrusion, Ethan turns his attention towards Thomas who is lying there helplessly awaiting whatever torment Master Ethan has planned for him next. Without further ado, Ethan squirts a liberal amount of lube onto his large hands, preparing them for the task at hand while also giving Thomas time to adjust himself mentally and emotionally as he prepares to face what is undoubtedly going to be one of most intense ass-play experiences yet as their sadomasochistic journey together breaks past new barriers into depths. Thomas gulps down the lube that's been squirted into his hole, lubricating himself and making it easier for Master Ethan to take control. The anticipation of what is about to happen builds inside him like an avalanche gathering momentum, and his breath comes in quick little gasps as he tries his best to calm the racing thoughts that fill his head, knowing full well there's no escape from this sex dream turned reality now. Ethan positions himself behind Thomas and slowly but surely begins pushing one thick finger at a time into Thomas' ass, taking care not to rush things lest he damage something irreparable inside him. As each digit sinks deeper into Thomas' body, his hole stretches wider, opening itself up like petals of a flower under Master Ethan's gentle yet insistent touch. The sensation is unlike anything the boy has experienced before: part pleasure, part pain - all mixed together in a heady cocktail of debauchery that leaves him wanting more. Meanwhile down below where Johnny's ass was recently ravaged by Ethan's massive butt plug, he discovers its true purpose – as he feels intense vibration emanating from his bowels. At first, he thinks something has gone terribly wrong until he realizes what is actually happening: With every thrust or movement Ethan makes in Thomas's ass and every moan the boy exhales, the butt plug sends waves of pleasure coursing through Johnny's own body; amplifying and enhancing whatever sensations Master Ethan is creating within him. It's like being fucked from the inside out – a feeling that pushes the boy further into madness than even he thought possible. The sounds of pleasure fill the room as both boys moan and grunt with every move their master makes; their bodies betraying them as they succumb to this perverse fantasy world created just for them by none other than Master Ethan himself, who stands before them now – tall, proud and unapologetic about his desires or intentions for them in any way. His cock twitches with anticipation knowing full well that soon enough it will yet again claim both these delicious holes as its own; pounding them into submission under relentless force. His fingers buried deep inside Thomas' hole while simultaneously feeling the rhythmic pulsations from Johnny's ass brought on by the vibrating butt plug beneath him, Ethan decides that now is finally time for fisting – something he has been looking forward to ever since they first entered his chambers. With one last glance downward at both submissive boys beneath him quivering with desire and anticipation alike, he begins by pushing his knuckles into Thomas's now stretched-open ass hole, taking things slow at first to gauge the boy's response and make sure he doesn't cause any irreparable damage. As Thomas gasps and moans from both pleasure and pain, Ethan can feel his body trembling under his touch – a mix of excitement mixed with fear that sends shivers down Master Ethan's spine. With every thrust deeper into Thomas's body, the feeling intensifies: both for the slave as his senses are overloaded by this newfound intimacy, and for him who relishes in exerting power over another person through such extreme means of dominance. The sound of ripping flesh echoes through the room, drowned out only by moans of pleasure-pain emanating from both Thomas and Ethan as they reach heights of sexual intensity never experienced before. As Master Ethan's cock grows harder than it has ever been, he starts moving faster – pumping his fist in and out of Thomas with a furious pace that leaves neo-one guessing about his true intentions or desires in this moment. With each thrust forward, Ethan feels himself becoming more and more possessed by the power he holds over this beautiful creature before him; while simultaneously watching over Johnny's face down below as those powerful vibrations sent coursing through his own body transform the young man from one state of ecstasy to another at breakneck speed. Inside Thomas's ass, Ethan can feel his fingers sinking deeper into flesh that seems almost liquid now; the skin inside the boy's ass being the softest he's ever encountered yet still managing to provide enough resistance to make this entire act all that more thrilling for both participants involved. His hand is surrounded by heat, moisture and unbridled passion as each inch of his arm disappears into Thomas; pushing deeper than even he thought possible until finally there is nothing left of his hand on pulse. Just a massive fist buried deep inside another human being's body – a feat that would be considered [banned word] by most standards but under these circumstances serves only to heighten the experience, including Ethan himself who can feel his own orgasm building up within him. Thomas, on the other hand feels Ethan's fingers stretching him wide open; every inch of his ass being consumed by this immense presence that threatens to engulf him completely at any moment yet still managing to leave room for more – a sensation unlike anything he could have ever imagined before entering Master Ethan's world. The pain is unbearable at times, pushing Thomas right to the edge of his sanity but even then he can feel himself wanting more – needing more in order satisfy this insatiable hunger that seems to grow stronger with each passing second spent inside Ethan's chambers of depravity. Ethan starts punching harder now; taking what was once thought impossible to Thomas and turning it into reality right before their very eyes. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoes throughout the chamber along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from both boys below him whose bodies seem to be on fire with lust and desire for each other under Master Ethan's watchful gaze. Ethan continues punching at a faster and more brutal pace; his fist slamming into Thomas's now gapingly stretched-open ass with a sickening wet slapping sound that fills the chamber. The feeling of power coursing through him is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it only intensifies as he watches both boys writhe in agony beneath his touch yet still moaning and begging for more. Finally, Ethan feels himself start to slip out of Thomas's wrecked ass hole. As the last of his fist escapes its prison, Thomas's body goes limp with exhaustion and relief – every muscle tensed up from this non-stop assault on his senses. Looking down at the now gapingly open wreck that was once Thomas's ass, Ethan sees a pink cavernous hole staring back up at him; open and gapin, rimmed by swollen blood vessels and torn muscles stretched around it like rubber bands ready to snap at any moment. His cock throbs in response, aching for nothing more than plunging itself into this ravaged orifice and claiming it as his own in every conceivable way possible. Without hesitation, Ethan reaches down between Johnny's legs and frees the butt plug buried deep inside him – revealing yet another gaping hole that's been stretched open wide for Master Ethan's pleasure. With both holes now primed and waiting, he selects two of the largest toys from his collection; each designed specifically to test limits and push boundaries of human anatomy past anything the boys would have ever experienced. As he slides the first monstrous toy, a long but skinny tentacle dildo, into Johnny's ass – feeling it slide past layers of tissue that have been stretched so thin they barely offer any resistance – Ethan can almost taste blood mingling with precum on his tongue; a telltale sign that these holes are more than ready to take what he has in store for them without complaint or hesitation. And so, he begins: pumping the first toy into Johnny while simultaneously pushing the second one, a shorter and thicker cock-shaped dildo, deeper inside Thomas – intent on showing both of them who truly holds power over their bodies and souls. With them lodged firmly inside each boy's ass now, Ethan begins thrusting at a furious pace; grunting and moaning in tandem with his own movements as he watches two of the most perfect creations ever born being pounded into submission under relentless force of his insatiable lust. Ethan's cock throbs harder than it ever has before, leaking precum onto Thomas and Johnny below him; The urge to come growing stronger by the moment as he watches over these two beautiful submissive boys whose bodies have been transformed into nothing more than playthings meant solely for his amusement. And so, he removes Thomas's toy, lines up his cock at the entrance of this gaping hole before him and plunges himself deep inside with a single powerful thrust that sends tremors throughout not only Master Ethan but also the owner of the body being used as a vessel for his darkest desires. Of course, after all the abuse Thomas's hole is loose enough to easily accommodate such an invasion, not even providing enough resistance to make this act satisfying to Ethan's sensitive cock. As Master Ethan slides back out, he lubes up his hand and reaches for his cock once again – this time preparing himself for a dual-penetration unlike any other ever witnessed: he wants to jerk his own cock inside of Thomas's fleshy fuck canal. And so he does, pushing first one then two fingers deep into Thomas's ass as they start moving together in perfect sync with each other; sending waves of pleasure through both boys beneath him that only serve to intensify Master Ethan's own orgasm building up inside him with every passing moment. The master skillfully slides his fist back into the boy's hole, pushing further than ever before, stretching Thomas wider and wider with each thrust. With that it is time to line up his cock once again but this time there will be no gentle entry; Ethan plans on burying himself deep inside Thomas with both fist and cock simultaneously. For Thomas, this means his hole will soon be filled with two massive objects pushing against the walls of his insides: His ass now the ultimate plaything for Master Ethan's sadistic pleasure. Without further hesitation, Ethan positions himself at the head of Thomas's stretched-open ass; lubing up his cock with precum and lube before plunging both his fist and cock into the boy's hole in a single powerful thrust that pushes all boundaries of pleasure and pain even further than before. As he buries himself to the hilt inside Thomas, Ethan can feel every inch of his length disappearing into this gaping void; the heat and tightness surrounding him only adding fuel to the fire burning inside Master Ethan as he watches both boys beneath him quiver with desire and anticipation. Now fully embedded within Thomas's ass, Ethan begins moving – thrusting forward at a furious pace while simultaneously jerking his cock in time with his fist. His other hand reaches around to stroke Johnny's hard cock; teasing it mercilessly as he watches over him from the corner of his eye. As Ethan's orgasm builds inside, he feels himself grow larger and harder still – pushing against Thomas's now seemingly bottomless abyss with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from those beautiful mouths below: Two souls being molded into perfect creatures meant solely for Master Ethan's amusement. Finally, as the climax reaches its peak and begins to crest over them like a tidal wave, Ethan feels his entire body convulse – every muscle tightening in response as hot ropes of thick cum spill from his cock into Thomas's ass before being pulled back out again by the relentless rhythm of Master Ethan's thrusts. And with each stroke, another wave crashes onto their shores; marking them all as his forever and ever. The wave of climax washes over Master Ethan as his body convulses with each powerful thrust; the sounds of skin slapping against flesh and cries of pleasure-pain echoing throughout the room like some perverse symphony only heard by those who dare to venture into these darkest corners of human nature. As he finishes emptying himself inside Thomas, Master Ethan feels the urge to humilate the boy, reminding him of his place and role in this twisted tale. With a smirk, he leans down and whispers into Thomas's ear, "You know, Thomas, I can barely feel your insides anymore when I fuck you. It's almost as if your ass wasn't designed for a cock, but more as a canal to fist and pump." His words carry weight that sends shivers down the boy's spine; both from embarrassment and excitement at being so deeply marked by Master Ethan. He slowly slides out, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. Thomas is gaping, his insides clearly visible and the cum Ethan deposited slowly dripping out. Ethan grabs the vibrating plug that used to be stuffed into Johnny, and puts an end to that, stuffing the boy’s hole. Next, it's time for some special attention for Johnny as well: With one hand still firmly wrapped around his cock – now hard as a rock thanks to all the teasing earlier – Ethan pulls back, lining up Johnny's hole with his still engorged member. But instead of simply entering him, Master Ethan decides on adding another level of humiliation before allowing himself this release. Grabbing a handful of Thomas's ass juice from the mess surrounding them on the floor, he forces it into Johnny's ass – making sure that every last drop seeps inside his hole as he grinds against him, pushing and pulling while forcing Johnny to accept this filthy offering from Master Ethan's own hand. With a final push forward, Ethan slides himself deep into Johnny; moaning loudly as he feels their bodies intertwine in yet another act of submission and dominance. And as he begins moving within Johnny, Master Ethan feels himself getting closer and closer to release just minutes after emptying himself inside Thomas. But before that can happen, he pulls back once again, ready to deliver another round of humiliation meant specifically for Thomas's loose hole and shattered pride beneath him. "You see, Thomas, my cum is still pouring out of you while your asshole clamps down on that huge plug," Master Ethan shouts maliciously, "and that is why I kept your friend around: not only for his pretty face and mouth, but also for that amazing ass of his; tight enough to hold my load yet loose enough when I need it." With that final word of humiliation, Master Ethan lets go, unleashing a torrent of cum inside Johnny as their bodies finally give way under pressure building up inside both boys for far too long. As exhaustion finally washes over Ethan, he clarifies "Your hole is meant for stretching, a loose pussy incapable of pleasing my desire to fuck." He then moves towards Thomas who looks completely drained and used as Master Ethan pulls out his still-hard cock from Johnny's ass. With one last glance at both boys beneath him – now soiled with his own seed and the evidence of their submission - Ethan stands up, signaling the end of this particular scene in his ongoing saga of depravity and degradation. The boys look at each other, still affixed to Master Ethan's bed. Their eyes say more than a thousand words: They are happier than they have ever been before. They are both now marked for life as property; serving different uses but always under the same command – to be used however Master Ethan sees fit without hesitation or complaint. And while this may sound like hell on Earth, for them there is no other way they'd rather live their lives than by submitting completely into Ethan's twisted fantasies of control and domination. For in those darkest corners where most fear to tread, lies the ultimate liberation that comes from knowing one's true purpose and embracing it without reservation.

Hooked up with a Notre Dame student on Friday night (in town for the A&M-ND football game) at his hotel. It was fun and he was cute, but nothing special or anything. Left him with a couple of loads in his guts.

3. “What the fuck am I doing,” I said out loud standing in front of my bedroom mirror. It was 1 in the afternoon, I had half an hour before I needed to leave for Sir’s place…if I was going to leave for Sir’s place. I’d gone back and forth with myself for several restless hours during the night and the whole morning. Now I stood, pretending I was unsure of what I was going to do, in just a jockstrap in front of my mirror. I’d never really been one for jockstraps. My ex and I had bought them because we’d thought they might be sexy but it hadn’t done much for us. Or at least that’s what we had told each other. Wearing it now felt right. The thin white pouch clung to my constantly hard dick forming what I thought was a somewhat impressive mound. The thick waistband accentuated my athletic frame, my dense treasure trail leading down from my bellybutton and diving beneath it. I turned to look at my ass and appreciated how the straps held my thick lightly furry cheeks up. I looked hot. I felt hot. I felt like… one of the bottoms I saw in porn. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, slipped into a pair of Converse, and left for Sir’s house. He lived just on the other side of campus, and only a few blocks from the gym where he’d met my ex. I found his house easily enough and then stopped across the street looking at the perfectly ordinary suburban house. This moment felt somehow monuments, like this was my last moment to go back. If I crossed that street, walked up the tidy front path and knocked on his door I was sealing my fate. If I made it that far I was committed, though I wasn’t really sure to what. To getting fucked by Sir, a man who’s face I had never seen, a fact I had only really thought about on my walk, or to getting fucked by a room full of men… what did he have planned for me. In the end both possibilities made my dick throb in my jock. At precisely 2pm, I took a deep breath, crossed the street and walked as confidently as I could up to Sir’s front door. I had almost expected that my ex was going to open the door, naked, collared and caged; but instead HE opened the door. Towering above me was a massive hulk of a man. He had a square rugged face, with dark twinkling eyes, and a thin handsome mouth. A short tough looking beard covered his strong chin. His hair was cut short, though slightly longer on the top and flecked with gray through giving him a distinguished look and an innate air of authority. He wore a white tank top the showed off his broad shoulders and revealed the thick sprawling mass of hair that covered his round firm looking pecs. My eyes traveled down to his shorts and stout tree trunk legs. His shorts were small, fatigue green, and left little to the imagination. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pointing off to his left. “I saw you across the street, there was a moment when I thought you might just make a run for it… but no… you want this too bad don’t you.” He grabbed his crotch and shook his cock. My mouth went dry and all I could do was nod. “I can’t hear you boy.” “Yes… yes Sir.” I stammered. “Good. Come inside.” He stepped back making space for me to enter. I don’t know if I’d thought I was going to walk right into a sex dungeon or what exactly but I didn’t expect Sir’s house to be so normal. The front room was smartly decorated with a hit of retro that fit the house’s Midcentury vibes. As I looked around more thought I noticed that almost every photo, painting, or piece of art was of men in various stages of undress and often in provocative positions. “Take your shoes off and follow me,” Sir said, and started off up a staircase. I followed him to the second floor and down the hall where he opened a door to a spacious bedroom. “Here’s what’s going to happen boy,” he said turning to face me. “I’m going to give you the exact same treatment I gave you ex. I want you to see how I turned him from your loving boyfriend into my horny little cumdump, and if all goes well for you, you’ll end up right next to him downstairs in the play room begging for loads from me and all my horny friends.” “But he didn’t know that’s what you were doing… did he?” “Not in as much detail as you,” he took a step towards me closing the gap between us, “but I was honest with him. I told him,” as he got closer to me he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, “that once he’d had a real man’s raw cock inside him your condom covered dick was never going to be enough. I warned him that raw cock was addictive and once he had that first load inside him he’d want more. I told him… that, if I was right about him, once I’d bred him he’d be mine… and I was right.” He was right in front of me now, his mouth inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. “After he took that first load he couldn’t get enough. He was begging me to fuck him again later that day. He didn’t even feel guilty about cheating on you once he felt my hot load inside his hole. Two days later I had him on his back in this very bed desperate for another load.” His hands came to rest on my sides and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body. “The next week it wasn’t just my loads he was after he wanted me stretch out his hole help him take cock better.” He started to pull my shirt off over my head. I was putty in his hands. “He wanted me to ruin him. Then it was only two more weeks before that wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want a nice open fuck hole, he wanted me to turn his hole into a cunt. He wanted to have a wrecked cumdump hole.” He dropped my shirt on the ground and started to undo my pants. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain I was shaking. “Then it wasn’t enough to be horny bottom, he wanted me to become a proper sub pig. He wanted to be owned. I made him beg for two weeks, each time getting more and more of his fantasies out of him.” My pants fell around my ankles and I stood there in nothing but my jockstrap hard as a rock. “That’s when he told me he wanted to be gangbanged, to be bred over and over again. That he wanted to be made into nothing but a sex toy, a hole to be used. He told me about how he wanted his hole stretched and trained, to be gaped and fisted. That he wanted to be the ultimate pig.” He grabbed the back of my head and held my face close to his. “But all that started with this,” and he pulled me into a kiss. His tongue pushed roughly into my mouth, forcing my lips apart. I moaned into his mouth and melted into the kiss. I pressed myself against his body. One of his hands kept a firm pressure on the back of my head holding me in the kiss and the other pressed into the small of my back. It was so intimate and yet so forceful. I felt trapped but not from anything I’d ever want to escape. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding myself tight to him. Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled at me, a low growl coming from deep in his throat, “Good boy.” He stepped back and pulled his own shirt off and then walked towards the bed. Just before sitting down he shoved his shorts to the ground and kicked them off. When he turned back around perched on the edge of the bed he was completely naked, his beautiful meaty cock pointing straight upright. I stared at it unable to look away. It was even more impressive in person. It was darker than most of his skin, with several thick veins twisting across its taught surface. Hanging below were two pengulus balls, that somehow just looked like they produced massive amounts of cum. Then surrounding it all was a wide dense thicket of pubes the likes of which I had never seen. I was by no means smooth, but this… this was a man’s bush. “Are you just going to look or are you going to get on your knees and suck my cock boy.” I blinked like I was coming out of a trance and said, “Yes Sir!” before kicking my pants off and practically running over to him. I feel to my knees between his legs and reached out shaking hand. His cock felt hot in my hand and impossibly hard. I looked at it a moment longer, taking in the wide shaft, the blunt precum slicked head, and then opened my mouth and started trying to swallow its monstrous length. “Good, good boy. Get my cock nice and wet. Slobber all over it,” he said as I worked my way down his shaft. “That’s it, take that cock,” he put one hand on the back of my head and pushed down a little. I struggled not to choke but was determined to impress him. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to make him feel good. But there was something else, and I didn’t realize it till his hand was on the back of my head and I was struggling for breath but still gobbling down his cock… I wanted to show him I was a better boy than my ex. I was so lost in the revelation of my competitive urges that I didn’t notice how much of his cock had gone down my throat till my nose hit his pubes. Feeling the hair on my face my eyes flew open and I suddenly gasped. Except I couldn’t gasp because my throat was full of hard pulsing dick. Sir chuckled, and let up the pressure. I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, my eyes watering a little and thick spit coving my mouth and dripping down my chin. “Good boy, you lost yourself for a minute there and really started to deep throat me. Getting my cock down your throat takes practice. It took your ex two weeks to get that far.” I smiled to myself at that. “Oh you like hearing that don’t you? Are you feeling a little competitive?” “Maybe Sir.” “Like you’ve got a little something to prove?” “I guess so Sir.” “That’s alright, its probably only natural in your… unusual circumstances. Now come on, get my cock down your throat again. Show me how badly you want it in your hole.” I dove forward, even more determined to impress Sir than before. I managed to get about two thirds of the way down his shaft this time before he had to add pressure to help me. I started breathing through my nose, taking big breaths when I pulled back, and letting it out as I gobbled him up. “Good boy, work my cock. It feels good to service me doesn’t it. It feels good to choke on my cock. You can take a little more.” He pressed on the back of my head and the rest of his cock slid down my throat. I gulped one last big breath of air, and shoved my nose in his pubes. I swallowed and gagged, working my tongue around his thick shafts. My jaw hurt. My mouth felt stretched to breaking. For a moment I felt like I was going to pass out and then he pulled me back, his cock falling from my gaping mouth, and I gasped for air. “I knew you could do it. Good boy.” He pulled me up by my armpits and dragged me into another kiss. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. His tongue invaded my mouth. I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His hands traveled down my body till they were cradling my ass. Slowly his fingers inched along pulling at my cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he slowly pried my cheeks apart, his fingers getting closer and closer to my hole. When the first digit pressed against my tight nearly virgin hole I moaned into his mouth. My ex had fucked me a few times, always safe, outside of that I had been fucked maybe five times in my whole life and always by fairly average or small cocks. I had no idea how Sir’s massive cock was going to fit in my hole but I knew I wanted it to. “Good, good,” he cooed as his finger pressed against my hole. “Make that tight little hole wink for me. It won’t be tight for much longer.” “Fuck Sir!” “You want my load don’t you boy? You want me to breed you?” “Yes Sir!” “Yes Sir what?” “I want you to breed me! I want you to give me my first load!” “Just like your ex boyfriend, I rubbed his little pink hole for two seconds and he was begging me to shoot my load inside him.” He brought one of his fingers up to my mouth and pressed it past my lips. “Get my finger wet boy,” he commanded. I did as he said and slobbered all over his thick finger. The he took it back and started rubbing my own spit onto my hole. He pressed the tip of his finger against my tight ring, pushing another moan out of me. Suddenly he pulled me up, tossing me onto the bed so I landed on my chest with my ass in the air, he got behind me and smacked me on the ass. I let out a yep and was about to say something else when I felt his stubble on my ass cheeks and his tongue flicked across my hole. All words left me when I felt the warm wetness of his tongue. I moaned and pushed my ass back instinctively. I understood how my ex had been corrupted so easily. This man, he gave off this aura that made you want to serve him. It seemed to override your own thoughts and desires and tap into something instinctual and primal. He brought something out in you that you’d never known was there. I’d felt it even just in his messages, but now that I was in his presence… in his grasp… it was even more powerful. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, burying my face into the bedsheets. He held onto my hips, keeping me in place as I writhed with pleasure. Back and forth his tongue flicked, dancing across my hole, smearing spit all over my ass. I knew he was priming me for his cock and that made it even hotter. “It feels good to submit to me doesn’t it boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, this isn’t just about my pleasure. You need to enjoy it too. Its you giving into the pleasure that will make you mine, that will lead you down the path to being a cumdump. Let go, and let it feel good.” “Oh fuck, yes Sir! It feels so good!” “I want you to take a deep breath boy, hold it, count to ten and then let it out very, very slowly; and as you do, imagine every muscle in your body letting go and going limp. Can you do that?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Deep breath in…” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and held it and then after ten seconds let it out very slowly. I imagined a wave washing over me and as it hit each part of my body it relaxed, all of the tension went away. When the wave reached my ass I imagined my cheeks becoming soft and my hole becoming slack. Sir sensed his moment and pressed his tongue against my hole again. This time he wasn’t just licking around my hole but pushing into me. As the wave continued over me my hole opened for him and his tongue slipped inside. I moaned into the bed. Sir growled his appreciation as he began to make out with my hole. I was putty in his hands. My body stayed relaxed, as if it had no other choice. Sir’s tongue invaded my ass and worked me open. He slathered spit all over me, working it inside of me preparing me to be opened wider that I had ever thought possible. He pulled his tongue back, and I heard him spit. I felt his finger again, carrying a thick wad of spit. He rubbed it on my hole and then worked the tip of his finger past my tight ring. “Same thing again boy, deep breath, hold it for ten and let it out slowly.” Compulsively, I followed his instructions. Breath in, count to ten, breath out and imagine the wave. This time when Sir sensed his moment he pushed forward not with his tongue but his finger. It was easier than I could have dreamed. My hole bloomed open for him and his finger slid easily inside. “Holy shit!” I screamed. “Good boy, good boy,” he said patting my ass with his other hand, “You’re doing so well, you’re going to make Sir so happy. That’s just one finger boy, imagined how good my fat cock is going to feel inside you. You’ll be moaning like a whore.” “Fuck Sir! I want it so bad.” “Want what boy? I cant give you what you don’t ask for.” “Your cock Sir! I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me! I want your load.” “Good boy.” He started twisting his finger around and around, siding it in and out of my hole. I groaned each time he moved it. He spat on my hole against and I felt another finger press into me. I imagined the wave once more and felt my hole spread to allow as a second finger inside. He worked my hole with two fingers for a few minutes and then dropped another wad of spit onto my slicked ass and began to work a third finger into me. He spread and twisted his fingers pulling at my ring. Little by little he opened me, making sure my hole was used to being spread wide. I just lay there, ass up, pushing back against his fingers, and took it. There wasn’t a drop of resistance in my mind as he stretched my hole wider than it had ever been stretched. I had never imagined myself a bottom, let alone a sub bottom. In all of my fantasies and porn watching being stretched open by a burly dominant man with a massive dick had never come up. Yet now that I was in Sir’s presence it was all I could think about and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t imagine not giving in to him.

2. It took me a long time to respond to my ex. It wasn’t until later that night that I texted him back saying. “Thank you for telling me.” I honestly didn’t know what to say. It was obvious there was no going back, not that I wanted to. His giving himself over to Sir had not only changed him. I’d jerked off for the rest of the afternoon watching the two videos and rereading the messages. It was so hot seeing him used like that, hearing him beg for Sir’s load, and then lastly the picture of him transformed into Sir’s pig. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was after eleven that night when I got another message for Sir. My hands were shaking as I opened it. “Your ex is going to make an excellent sex toy,” it said under a picture taken from above of my ex on all fours, the thick chain visible around his neck, being spit roasted with not a condom in sight. For a moment I just sat looking at the photo, and then I typed back. “I’m glad he’s serving you well.” I don’t know why I did it. I was conflicted, this man had ended a two-year relationship, I had though I loved my ex… but at the same time seeing him turned into a sex object and used was so hot. After another beat I added, “How did this happen? When did you start fucking him?” “You want the story of how I turned your condoms only monogamous boyfriend into a cum hungry sub pig?” I paused again… I did? “Yes,” I sent back impulsively. “Yes what?” I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, but then it clicked, “Yes Sir.” “Good boy.” I felt an odd thrill go through me even just reading the words. I could hear his voice as he called my ex boy and it was intoxicating. “I found your ex at the gym, almost two months ago. He couldn’t take his eyes off me in the locker room. After a week of his staring I went up to him and asked if he liked what he saw. He was so nervous he could barely speak, but he followed me back to my place and took his first load from me. He kept saying ‘I’ve never done this I don’t know if I should,’ till I got my fat cock in his tight cunt raw and then it was ‘breed me Sir, give me my first load.’ And after that he was hooked, he’s been begging me for my loads ever since.” “Wow… I had no idea.” I really hadn’t. I’d noticed that he had been going to the gym more, but he was also showing results. I had never guessed all his working out was a cover to meet an older man and get fucked without a condom. “Oh yes. He’s taken my load at least twice a week for the last two months. He’s gone on dates with you with my load deep in his guts. And every time he did he became more and more my boy. Each load he took made him more desperate for the next, till he was begging to be mine. I told him the only way to be my boy was to give over completely and tell you the truth of who he is. He’s a faggot cumdump and he belongs to me.” “Wow…” I stopped for a moment unsure how to respond. “That’s so hot,” I finally typed out and then hit send before I chickened out. “You liked watching me turn your boyfriend into a bottom slut didn’t you boy?” “Well…” “Answer me boy.” “Yes. Yes Sir.” “Good boy. If only you’d figured out what a sub your ex was he could have been on his knees servicing you right now but instead…” He sent another picture. This time it showed my ex on his knees with Sir’s cock halfway down his throat while another hairy man fucked him. “Fuck…how many other guys are there Sir?” “That’s my friend Pete, he’s the last one of the night, but your ex now has an even dozen loads up his hole. I through him a little gang bang party to celebrate giving himself over to being a pig. It was one of his fantasies.” “I wish I’d known… that’s so hot.” ‘You wish you’d gotten to be one of the tops and breed his sloppy hole?” “Yeah!” I responded quickly, but right as I did another text appeared from Sir, “Or do you wish you’d been the one getting bred by a room full of tops.” I stopped… it was unclear if I’d been responding to wanting to be a top at my ex’s gangbang or if I’d wanted to be the one getting used. “Well which is it boy?” My fingers froze, presented with the question I actually wasn’t clear. I’d been the top the entire time with my ex but… the thought of a room full of men like Sir… the only place I could see myself in that room was on all fours servicing them. After a minute I typed out my response, “I wish I’d been the one getting fucked.” “Your ex didn’t just get fucked boy… he got bred by eight different guys and ended up with twelve loads in his sloppy cunt. Is that what you want boy?” Was that what I wanted? I rubbed my hand across my straining briefs and felt how hard my cock was at the thought. It was pretty obvious I was at least turned on by the idea. “You want your hole to end up looking like this?” Sir texted, and sent a picture of my ex’s upturned ass. His cheeks were spread showing his wet sloppy hole. The hair across his cheeks was matted down, and a little dribble of cum was leaking from his puffy lips. I’d never seen his ass look like that though I’d eaten it every time before I fucked it. Normally his hole was tight and pink, a little pert sphincter, but now it was red and swollen, and dripping. My fingers moved before I could have a single conscious thought about what I was doing. “Yes, Sir. I want to be bred by a room full of men and made into a sloppy mess.” “No wonder it didn’t work out between you two,” Sir responded, “Two cumdumps in a relationship never works.” “I don’t know if I’m really a cumdump.” “Hahaha. Of course you are. You’ve just been denying it. I bet you’ve been watching those videos of your ex taking my cock all afternoon. I bet it made you cum harder than you’ve ever cum and you were still horny. I bet you’re looking at that picture of his worn out hole right now wishing it was you in his place.” “I don’t know…” “Yes you do. Meet me tomorrow,” he sent his address, “at 2pm. I’ll show you what a cumdump you really are.” I dropped my phone suddenly terrified but incredibly turned on. “It’s ok boy,” Sir texted, “I know you’re nervous. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I just lay there on my bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. I didn’t know what to do. My heart was in my chest, but my cock was hard as a rock. After a while I couldn’t help myself I went back and started looking at the pictures again. I watched my ex boyfriend’s face as Sir slid deep inside him. I watched him confess into the camera that he was a cumdump, that he belonged to Sir. I looked at the picture of him getting spit roasted, of him sucking on Sir’s fat cock, and lastly of his well-used hole. Finally an hour after Sir had told me to come to his house the next day I responded, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be there.” Almost instantly he replied, “Good boy.”

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

Now a fully dedicated faggot submissive cock sucker, the pursuit of cock is my dominate activity. Living in the panhandle of Florida is a challenging venue, limited opportunities, a high degree of flakes, no shows and fantasy dreamers. Nonetheless dedication and diligence has provide a sustainable inventory of opportunities. My goal has been to be surrounded by multiple cocks, for multiple hours, however my hotel marathons have yielded a slow trickle of men, over multiple hours…and never the large group I covet at once. Yes as night ends and dawn breaks I have sucked and swallowed the cum of 15-20 cocks, but without the crowded room I crave. A recent trip to Ft Lauderdale resolved my desires. I rented a guesthouse in Wilton Manors (god what a place 😊) and posted a 24 hour blowbang bukkake on sniffles, and dl. To say the response was wonderful is an understatement,…attendance and timeliness were amazing.I started at 3pm with a series of one on ones.As night fell my tiny bungalow was soon filled with cock, and I finally was the true center of a blowbang. The experiences were varied from sucking multiple cocks one after another, to quick shooters who approached, shot their cum on my face and disappeared. After midnight I fulfilled a challenge that I thought elusive…a true cump dump….my mouth open as cock after cock emptied into my mouth…as the loads increased, my lust reveled in each load taken…after 10, my mouth was full to overflowing…I swallowed the sperm cocktail of 10 men, a rich blend like nothing I had every experienced…I convulsed in excitement as the thick mixed slide down my throat…amazing. I found the experience of swallowing multi loads simultaneously a peak experience..and I wonder if others have experience a similar feeling.

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?

I'm gonna tell you my story here , It's happened not long ago About 3 months ago I traveled to Japan with my family , At that time I'm already curious about my sexuality and never meet any guys before and I'm still in the closet , So i made up my mind that I'll definitely meet some guy there in Japan. I'm open BBRT to find to guy to meet then i found one , His profile is already catching my eye 40yr Salt and Pappers hairy chest with those thick muscle, His is Top for sure and on the status it's said "Ask me" , We chat a little I told him that "It's my first time to meet up a guy and I'm quite nervous" , he said like "There is nothing to worry about , we can try jerking each other off or maybe just some blowjob if I would like to try , I can step out anytime if I don't feel like it" in the end We decided to meet at park nearby my hotel and his hotel at around midnight so it'll be less people , At first i have two things in my mind to go and meet him or to go to bed and let my curiosity go on in my life , But then I decided there is nothing bad here he seem sincere enough if I don't feel like it, I can get out like he said so I accept his offer , When i meet him at the park there are two feelings in my mind exciting and nervous they are fighting each others like dog and cat , And i know he can feel it too , So he try to calm me down by a little chat to get me out of my thought and it work , We sat on a bench and talk about a random thing, When he sure that i was calm so he's try to get thing going at first it just some tab on my thigh , his arm wrap on my shoulder, then a kiss on my cheek to a kiss on my lip , He's a very good kisser that made my mind went crazy and arouse at the same time then he putting his hand in to my pant, I didn't know before that i was already hard and wet with precum down there , When he's touched me, he's smirking to me and said to me "I'm so proud that a got a curious straight guy so hard and wet down here" then he continues to kiss me and undress me at the same time, Within minutes we are naked and his hand continues to groping me around then me pinching my nipple i was pain at first and then the pressure is crushing to my body , my dick keep twitching and leaking every time that he pinch my nipple , all i can do is moaning and drown in pressure , then i feel his fingers circling around my hole again the pressure is so unbearable i moan even more , All of this behavior never happens to me before , It's like he turning some switch inside me , and that's moments i know that he knows, he got me in his hand , he split on his hand and rubs into my ass hole then he started to push his finger inside my ass , It's so painful that i'm clenching so hard that me can't pass into my hole , Suddenly he got out a little brown bottle and tell me to inhale deeply , normally i will question him first that what is this , is it a drug but right now am willing to do everything that he told me to do , I took an long inhale and he tell me to hold it and exhale when he told me to , When i exhale that was the first time i get to know popper rush , Everything is hot and i can hear my own heartbeat and i feel so horny , He then try to push his finger into my hole which is very easy this time due to a popper rash that i'm in , He started to move his finger in and out my hole and his finger tip rubbing something inside my ass (which I later know it's my prostate) I feel like i was in heaven it never happened before in my sex life , Then he try to and more and more finger till there are three of his fingers inside my ass , but then there are someone walking near the park so we stop what we doing and got dress , He ask me "Do you want to some where else or Do you want to get back to your hotel" , The second choice is not gonna happen for sure , I told him like i still want to try more , So we start to looking for a place that can have fun together then i saw a public toilet in the park , as we get inside it's not a very clean toilet the smell of piss is everywhere but to my surprise again it didn't disgust me at all , we get inside the last stall and continue doing what we left off but instead of putting his finger inside my ass , he get his dick out and started to rubbing and smearing his precum onto my hole , i was shocked at first so i ask him about condom and he said he didn't have one and me neither , so i ask him what is his status he said that he not sure but last time he checked he was negative but he always bareback and never you condom so he not sure about his status right now (at the time didn't know what PREP is and didn't take it before) , He ask me again " Do you want me to stop? , We can give each other a blowjob and go back to sleep" , But the horniness always win I answer him "Do whatever you like as long and you don't cum i me" , He smirked at me again and continued to rub his dick around my hole , He shove popper under my nose again and told to inhale 4 big deep breaths when i got popper rush he started to push his dick inside me , It's hard to describe the feeling it's pain at first and then it felt so full so right , He start slow then increase his pace by the time gone by , Then he's breathing heavily and he's ask me again "Do you really want me to pull out?" At that time i was in heaven , It's all about pressure but in conner of my mind is also concerned of what i'm gonna get if i let him cum in me. I just moan and try to choose what to do , Then he said "Too late now" that when i feel his dick twitching and feel something warm in my gut and that my pressure is also on the skyrocket then i feel my own dick twitching i was orgasm hand free for the first time , Then he pull his dick out and all i can see is pale pink cum oozing onto my thigh and to toilet floor , He said "I'm sorry, I'm try to wait for you to answer but I can't hold back" , I told him that "It's Ok , You're given me the experience i never have before" then we get dress and got back to each others hotel, About a week later he messaged to me , to ask how i'm doing? , i said " i'm great and i'm sure i'm not straight anymore after that night lol" and he the said to me "Good and maybe you're not negative anymore too , Actually i'm Poz and not on any medication , On the day that we meet , I have very high viral load I'm sure it knock you up", Instead of fear and worry , I suddenly feel so horny that is start to jerk my self off and taste what maybe my negative last load , I answered him "I hope it take , so you can be my Poz Daddy" he then answered "Good boy , Tell me when your have any symptoms". Too bad I didn't catch anything , all my blood results come back all negative for HIV and STDs I didn't talk to him again after i got my blood results.

Man, don't just "plan" on going to doctors... *GO* 👉👉👉 TO THE DOCTORS!!!

I’ve been able to self fist a handful of times and it’s great ! I’ve come to realize that I have to bein one position and the angle going in has to be just so. I think I’ll go try it again !

You'd be surprised. Things like white supremacy are NOT incompatible with male-on-male sex. (That's not an endorsement of, or even toleration for, white supremacy; just an acknowledgment that there are shitstain people who are turned on by other shitstain people.)

"All in the Family" is still widely distributed via streaming, including on Amazon Prime, Apple TV, Pluto, and Hulu, among others. I'm not sure what you mean by "dare want to air" the show. In fact, it was more controversial when it was first airing (because it dared criticize the status quo, mocking unthinking conservative viewpoints) than it would be today, when it would be basically mainstream. The problem with Mr. Magoo was that it was mocking those who have poor eyesight. There's this thing about jokes and comedy: they're a lot funnier and stand the test of time better if they punch UP, not DOWN. Mocking people for disabilities may have once been considered "a joke", but I think it's a good thing we no longer accept that, just as we don't accept blackface and other ethnic mischaracterizations - or at least, some of us don't. Great example of a strawman argument. Nobody's arguing that schools should be making all of the decisions and shutting parents out. But parental rights can be taken too far - there was a time when you could discipline a child pretty much up to the point of not quite killing them and officialdom didn't bat an eye. Parental rights have to be balanced against the rights of the child, and the older the child gets, the more important it is to take the child's needs and wants into consideration. What the anti-Trans and anti-LGBT parent groups want is full and unrestricted authority over their kids because it's "Godly". The pendulum is swinging AWAY from the left so fast and so hard it's not even on the left edge of center any more. The federal government issued some mild - exceedingly mild - guidance on how trans issues should be handled in schools to be consistent with recent Supreme Court rulings (including Bostock) and right-wing judges are issuing NATIONWIDE injunctions against the guidance (and similar regulations) based on a handful of parents complaining in one district (though obviously there are such people all over, just not nearly as numerous as they want people to think). There's no massive movement of that pendulum to the left; there's no movement AT ALL to the left any more, because Trump judges keep jumping in and blocking things and overturning long-established law simply because they feel empowered to do so. I don't know what universe you're living in where you think the pendulum has moved too far to the left, but it's not this one.

Well, I try. But I'm perhaps in the minority in this group since I'm fiscally conservative and socially libertarian (read: Do what you want, but don't force me to fund your decisions). This was out of a different topic, but I lived in a town in New York where the "elected" representation (Board members, Supervisor) did everything possible to shut-down public comment, well before what we've also seen from parents being branded as domestic terrorists. Our confluence of events occurred when enough people became involved, aware, and irate enough to vote out the incumbency, but those who were front and center fighting were branded as Brownshirts in the process. By people who didn't understand the use of the term. Not like the public shouting down we see today and the polarization. I like the center. I support the more moderate approach in most matters. The trouble now is the vast division -- on both sides -- that hasn't been positive politically. Used to be that political compromises could be made. Now it's an all-or-nothing which serves no one well, lest the citizens who elected them. I suspect that in her case, the hill that her 'current' organization has wanted to die on is DEI. That's come complete with very biased management decisions and overall suspect behavior toward some people and not others. Her (the manager-in-question's) decision-making has veered totally off course from the values of the organization to where it's no longer considering the "equity" and "inclusion" parts, and the only thing remaining is "diversity". Sort of. The manager is in a minority group. So is my friend. Everyone else she hasn't tried to terminate? White-male. Her higher-ups? Either deaf, dumb and blind to it, or (more likely) giving tacit approval by doing nothing about it.

even hotter when you're in a sling and it happens

Pigs, I wonder why so many guys just walk through the darkrooms here at Steamworks Toronto and really don't partake of cocks and willing holes!?? Just remain in your favourite darkroom. Be patient and ready to suck/be sucked and fuck/be fucked. Someone will brush by your cock or ass, and then the sex begins. SEX = PARTICIPATION! Oink!

So I decided to try this. I wrote on the left and right side of my thighs “cum dump” I walked into one of my favorite arcades. I sit and wait here someone cum in and of course looks through the glory home. I stand and pull down my pants to reveal my marker, “cum dump” to make sure the the guy in the other booth understands what I’m here for. I see a good size dick cum. No other signals or taps or messaging needed. I drop to my knees and suck it hard and sloppy. Do my dick to cheek test to see if he pulls away or shoves his dick more forward. Then turn around present my ass to fuck this unknown cock. Feel him race to the finish line… banging the wall so everyone knows I’m getting fuck and then… pop he’s cumming. He pulls out. I go back on my knees to suck him clean but he doesn’t offer… Bingo! A wedding ring, a Married man. lol 2 more tops cum and go and unceremoniously cums up my ass. No condom no chatting just put raw glory hole sex.. age and stats? Idk idc. I’m here to collect the warm lube so my FB can fuck my loose wet Asian manpussy…. Everyone wants a freshly warm fucked pussy. The sharpie writing cums in handy and I will start using it more to get what I want and filter the old trolls just out to suck dick…guys looking through the GH will know what I am and what they will get both from the right and left. Maybe bathroom public stall. Looking down and see the writing on my flesh. 😉 guys are stupid and we need to be direct sometimes.

Chapter 12: The Trip of a Lifetime In the weeks after the wedding, life slowly settled back into an even groove. Taking advantage of their newlywed status, Jim and Steve took a few weeks just to themselves, to devote more time and attention to their personal relationship after all the hectic activity of the trip to Spain, the awards ceremony, the filming gig in Sitges, the surprise engagement there, and then shortly after that the surprise wedding weekend back home in southern California. They did no travelling during that time, other than a weekend when they did a quick side jaunt by train down to San Diego, staying in a harbourfront hotel, and walking around to explore a new and different environment. About a month after the wedding, they decided to host one final party in their condo. They’d gotten wind of an estate sale of a condo in the same building as the palace which Alan lived in, and even though it wasn’t a luxury penthouse, it was more spacious than their current place and had a much nicer view, facing north towards the mountains. They put in a bid, had it accepted, and were shortly preparing to move house. The party they organized was a come-and-go open house on a Sunday afternoon from 3:00 until 7:00. They decided to make their lives simple, so they had the event catered and hired a professional bartender – which freed them up to concentrate on socializing with their guests. It was a wild afternoon, even though no sex was involved. There was no room. The condo was so packed with guys that nobody would have had any space to get into any shenanigans. Every bit of furniture had men sitting on it, every inch of the master bathroom was full of guys standing and talking, the balcony was chock-a-block with gay boys of every description. Ziggy stood guard to ensure that the small washroom off the entrance remained free for its intended purpose. The caterer had blocked off the doors to create a fortress in the kitchen where no one could intrude, and the bartender was running the bar over the table in the doorway of the kitchen closest to the refrigerator. Rather than people coming to the food table to help themselves, the ones closest to the table were seizing platters as they came out of the kitchen and passing them around over their heads to the rest of the crowd, while the guys nearest to the other door were doing the same with cans of beer and glasses of wine. Up until 6:30 or so, every time two guys left, five more came in. Finally, though, the crowd began making a determined effort to get out of the way, largely because the bar ran dry at last. The caterer had to close up shop for the same reason twenty minutes later. Even with that double incentive, it was close to 8:30 before the last of the guests finally said their goodbyes and left. As it happened, those final guests were Ziggy, and Alan (with Leo). Ziggy grinned ironically as he hugged and kissed Steve and Jim on his way out the door. “The way the whole community showed up, you’d think you guys were moving out of the country, not just a few blocks down the street!” Alan had a small bone to pick. “Just down the street? I hadn’t heard any of this. When I overheard someone talking about you leaving, I thought they meant you were leaving town!” “Farthest thing from it, Alan. They’re actually moving into your building.” At that, Alan smiled broadly, and Leo suddenly came back from wherever his mind had drifted and gave the conversation his full attention. Alan promptly invited them to come for dinner. “Let me know when you’re getting close to moving and you’ve had to pack up your kitchen, and you can come and have dinner with us. Or, if you prefer, after you’ve moved in, and you’re still stuck with the unpacking job to do.” Leo put his hand on Alan’s sleeve, his face radiating sexual eagerness. “Is there any reason why we couldn’t do both, daddy?” Steve promptly agreed. “That sounds like the best idea yet.” He hadn’t forgotten how much he’d enjoyed getting bred by Leo. Jim elbowed him. “What, Jim?” Steve was worried that he might have overstepped the mark. Jim, though, had a huge salacious grin plastered across his face and couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed. Alan smiled again, as much at the byplay between Jim and Steve as at his boy’s enthusiasm. “It would be no trouble as all to do both. Just keep me posted.” Once the mess from the party was cleaned up, they set to work on the packing and pitching operation. Like any sensible couple getting ready to move, they agreed in advance that it would be an excellent opportunity to get rid of a lot of unnecessary junk. Like any sensible couple, they then showed great reluctance to part with any of their own prized possessions while being full of suggestions about things which their partner could well do without. Each day, though, they made more progress towards their goal, as the number of packed boxes mounted to the ceiling while multiple green bags were heaved onto the elevator and dragged out to the dumpster. The big move was set for a Monday morning, and on Saturday they applied themselves to packing up the kitchen, having first of all asked Alan if they could wangle a dinner invitation for that night. “Of course, we’d love to have you. You must be working really hard over there. What about coming for a three o’clock swim first?” Remembering their previous adventures, they agreed that this would be a great plan. Leo greeted them at the door when they arrived, already dressed down to a slender G-string brief swimsuit and with his cock suspiciously lifting the waistband. He welcomed them with a kiss and a grope each, before showing them to a guest room to change. As they went, he explained that Alan had gotten an unexpected business call from Zurich, but he would join them as soon as he had finished. “Zurich?” Steve mused after Leo left them. “Sounds like he’s talking to his confidential banker.” “Who knows?” Jim replied. “But one thing’s for sure, he’s about the only man I’ve ever met who would have a need for that level of service.” “Any idea how much money we’d be talking about?” “Steve, I don’t think anyone knows that except Alan.” He thought for a moment, before adding, “And his confidential banker. But rumour consistently pins the total at well into the nine-figure range, at least.” By this time, they had their swimsuits pulled on, with shirts over and sandals on feet, and were ready to head down to the pool with Leo. Jim in particular had trouble controlling himself as he watched Leo’s sexy ass twitching and rolling down the hall in front of him, with very little of it actually covered by the narrow triangular back of his suit. But even Steve was surprised to realize that he was getting turned on by the sight too. After so many years of yearning for older men to breed him, it was a novel sensation to find himself attracted to a young twink’s butt for a change. It only served to highlight the reality that he and Jim were now moving into their “daddy years” – although since they took such great care of themselves, it would be a long while yet before they had to become “grampas” in the eyes of the gay community. As they emerged onto the pool deck, Leo zeroed in on a group of four free loungers and made a quick beeline to grab them. He stretched out on one of the middle pair of the group, lying face down and giving his enticing butt a few luxurious rolls and wiggles and twitches to get settled into the most comfortable position. Jim and Steve exchanged a grin and Jim winked. Yes, Leo’s rear-view gaydar had caught on to the fact that the older guys were scoping him out as they walked through the halls. Steve and Jim promptly settled themselves on either side of Leo, taking a hint from his choice of location, and then tugged their loungers closer so that both were within easy reach of that enticing young ass between them. The other men lounging around the pool terrace were grinning too, understanding the exact meaning of this little scene. Only a rank newcomer could have missed the fact that Alan and his boy were hosting dinner guests again, and that said guests were expected to breed the multi-millionaire’s personal boy (but only if they wished to, of course) either before or after dinner – or both. After twenty minutes or so, Jim made the first move to the pool, standing up and diving neatly into the water. Leo went next, not quite as graceful, but not bad. Jim promptly began giving him some pointers dating back to his high-school swimming days. Then he said to Leo, “Okay, now watch how Steve does it.” Steve’s dive in was the kind where two legs, two arms, and the head appear to be moving in five different directions. He vanished into the water with an enormous splash and came up to find Jim and Leo roaring with laughter. He swam over to them and said, “Okay, fine, Jim. So my diving is pathetic. Don’t get me started on endurance in the bedroom.” Jim knew enough to quit while he was ahead – he’d had nothing like Steve’s expertise in that field, in particular with the fine art of delaying the inevitable. Leo, though, was even more intrigued. He moved closer to Steve, looked into his eyes, and murmured, “Got any helpful hints? I could use some tricks in that line.” As he said that, his hand stretched out under the water and grasped Steve’s bulge, massaging it with gentle squeezing motions. By now, everyone in and around the pool was paying avid attention to see what would happen next. It was at this point that Alan strolled out onto the pool deck, stripped off his tank top, and dived into the pool with a grace which put all of the other three to shame (Is there anything that Alan doesn’t do well? was Jim’s thought). Alan surfaced and swam over to his guests. “Hi, Daddy!” Leo’s bright smile was met with an equally broad grin from Alan. He, of course, had already detected the location of Leo’s other hand – and the tinge of red mounting in Steve’s cheeks. Leo released Steve’s growing discomfort and turned to give Alan a big kiss. Steve moved over to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Don’t worry about it. This is exactly what Alan wants to see happening.” The four of them spent a few more minutes splashing around in the water, but with hands being kept under better control. The crowd’s attention wavered as it became clear that this act of the show, at least, was now over. In due time, the four climbed out of the pool, towelled off, and then headed back into the building. As soon as the last one vanished through the door, a buzz of excited conversation erupted behind them. Steve was the only one bothered by it, because he was going to be the newbie in the building very soon. Jim just shrugged it off, as he did most attention that came his way. Leo was happy because he sensed that today Steve would be breeding him, rather than the other way around. And Alan was happy to see his boy feeling that way, because it meant a more enjoyable night for him. Once they got back to the penthouse, and hung up their wet swimsuits, Leo got down on all fours and set right to work on Steve’s big tool, even though it still challenged him as it grew in his throat. Meanwhile, behind him, Alan had also knelt down and was eating Leo’s ass with a good deal of energy, getting it ready. Jim stood beside Steve, kissing him with passion as his own cock swelled up into full erection. After he slapped it on Leo’s face a couple of times, Leo began going back and forth between the two slabs of meat, sucking and licking on each one in turn as he moaned aloud from the sensations of having his ass eaten at the same time. Alan sat back and started working his finger into Leo’s now-wet hole. Leo went with instinct, beginning to rotate his muscular cheeks around Alan’s probing hand. Leo was still working on Steve’s massive hammer, but Jim had now dropped down to his knees and planted his face deep inside Steve’s muscular ass, licking, kissing, sucking, and probing with his fingers. Steve and Leo were both in total ecstasy at getting the works from these experts. Alan looked up. “Leo wants some cock in his ass. Who’d like to go first? Jim, you can warm him up before he tries to take Steve’s piece.” “Good plan.” Jim stood up, stepped over and climbed onto the bed behind Leo, and proceeded to stroke some lube onto his cock before placing it against the younger guy’s hole. Leo’s body wasn’t precisely boy-like, with more prominent muscles than most twink boys, but his squirming and panting as he tried to force himself back onto Jim’s cock were the genuine article. At last, Jim decided to give him what he wanted so badly and gave a determined push. Leo’s hot ass opened right up and practically sucked him in, and Jim sank all the way to the bottom on the first entry. “Wow, Leo, you really want it today, don’t you?” “I do. I want it. Give it to me! Fuck me deep and hard.” With that encouragement, Jim sank himself down onto Leo’s back and began humping, heaving his hips up and down as he drove it in and pulled it out, all while feeling Leo’s muscles flexing repeatedly under his assault. Alan, wanting to be a hospitable host, called Steve over to him, saying, “I’ll keep that warmed up for you until Jim lets you have a turn.” He then opened his mouth and took Steve’s enormous cock in, doing his best to get it all inside. Alan was an experienced and virtuoso cocksucker, no doubt, but it was years since he had tackled one this big and the strain soon began getting to him. But he kept working, and Steve kept up a stream of encouraging exclamations as Jim’s breathing grew loud and harsh. Alan stopped sucking on Steve, and the two of them turned to watch as Jim, now moving with the strength of a piledriver, pushed himself over the edge and erupted at full force, blasting his volcano of hot sperm lava as deep inside Leo’s ass as he could get it. At last his waves of orgasm died away, and he pulled out. As soon as he did, Leo reared up on all fours, grasped his own dick, and with half a dozen rapid yanks pulled a load up and out, spurting his spooge all over the bed. Before he could collapse, Steve was right there, slapping his ass and issuing orders in his best “in command” voice. “On your back, boy. Time for you to get your next load – right now.” Leo obediently rolled onto his back and lifted his legs up. Steve grabbed them, forcing them farther back until Leo’s ankles were behind his ears and his body was folded double. It was sheer instinct on his part, but Steve was fully aware of his own actions, as he set out to recreate with this hot young man one of his favourite moments from his porn career – the face to face part of the heavy-duty breeding he’d given the Hawaiian Nine in their first scene together. Steve locked eyes with Leo as he aimed his cock at Leo’s hole, now gaping a bit, and pushed slowly in, pushing and pushing until he’d sunk about 10 of his 13 inches into the tight muscle hole. Steve’s meat was so thick that it made even this gaping ass feel tight again. Leo struggled to hang on as the huge tool split him slowly in two, his legs flopping even farther out to either side as his cheeks rose into the air – until something shifted inside him, the enormous cock pushed the rest of the way in, and there he was with the entire length of the legendary Rammer embedded inside his tortured ass. It was easy to see that both of them were feeling absolutely incredible, Leo with the joy of the total bottom taking the biggest dick of his life, and Steve because it was such a rare treat for him to be able to sink his entire meat into anyone’s ass. He leaned down and began to kiss Leo as he moved his hips, sliding out and back in slowly to begin with, but gradually adding on speed. Leo wrapped his arms around Steve’s chest, pulling him in close, as he did his best to work his ass muscles on that immense slab of man meat. It was the first time in years that Steve had felt this kind of closeness, this unity, with a man who wasn’t Jim. Leo was completely in sync with him, their bodies moving as one, their mouths locked together, their chests rubbing against each other, and it was plain that neither of them was going to hang on for much longer. Steve was rising to his peak, and he was more than ready to flood Leo’s ass, while Leo was on the verge of another orgasm, the thrill of the fuck pulling a second load of his sperm into the firing position. He knew that Steve was going to fuck the cum right out of him and he wouldn’t even need to grab his own dick. Steve gasped for air, and then shouted, “Fucking cumming! Gonna breed your hot slutty hole!” “Fuck, yeah! Dump that huge load into my guts!” Steve locked up suddenly against Leo’s hips, his cock twitching and thrashing like a mad thing inside Leo’s ass as his load sprayed out in a series of big bolts of cream. Leo was grabbing at Steve with his ass muscles, and then suddenly they went slack before contracting again and again as his own load shot out all over their bodies. Steve eased his way out of Leo’s ass, and immediately a wave of cum began to pour out. “Leo, close your hole, you’re going to lose it all!” “I can’t, Steve. You jammed it too far open for that.” Alan laughed aloud at those words. “On it, my boy.” In seconds he had taken Steve’s place, using his rigid cock to scoop up the errant slime and then force it all back inside where he could add to the treasure. Jim watched for a moment at the blissful expression on Alan’s face as he slid into that cum-filled boy ass, loving the sensation of all that hot cream washing over his cock as he began to fuck his boy, getting ready to add another load into his ass. Jim suddenly realized that he was rock hard again he and needed to find a place for his second load – and the place was right at hand. “Steve, get down on your face.” Steve grinned, as he lay next to Leo and spread his legs apart. Jim mounted on top of him, pressing his greasy cock downwards until he entered Steve’s tight, welcoming ass. It was Steve’s turn to get a blissed-out expression spreading all across his face as his ass was rewarded with a deep fucking from his own man, his Jim, making love to him even as they shared a bed with two other men doing the same thing together. Jim always loved to move his head down over Steve’s shoulder so Steve could turn his face to the side, letting them share kisses while Jim worked him over from behind. It didn’t take long – but then, what is time when you’re sharing the moment with the person you love more than anyone else you’ve ever met? Steve and Jim didn’t even notice that Alan had stopped moving on Leo, that the two of them were watching while Jim took Steve all the way to the moon and the stars, finally erupting inside at the same moment as Steve came underneath himself, dropping another pool of man cream onto the bed sheets. After that, they rolled onto their sides, cuddling and kissing as Jim spooned Steve, while Alan belatedly returned his attention to Leo and finally pumped the third load of the day inside his boy’s hole. On the Friday at the end of the week, Steve and Jim had both taken leave of absence from their jobs to supervise the big move. It was a lengthy, tiring day, to say the least, but by the end of daylight hours they had all their furniture in place, the bed made up, and they had even made a start at unpacking the kitchen essentials. Not that either of them were interested in cooking. This was a night to go out and celebrate, and they did that, having a really good dinner in one of the restaurants down by the ocean before coming home and collapsing into a prolonged, exhausted sleep. The following night they were invited by Alan again and this time they were able to get there in less than a minute, just by taking the elevator up to the top floor of the building. But they begged off any additional entertainment due to fatigue, contenting themselves with simply enjoying drinks and dinner – much to Leo’s disgust. Five months later, they departed for their trip to the east coast. As their flight to Boston soared eastwards across the country, both of them were catching up on lost sleep. After they reached Boston and checked into their hotel, Steve began giving Jim a rundown on the cast of characters in his life story. First and foremost was Calum, since they were having dinner with him and his husband the next night. “You know, Steve, you just might be the first person I’ve ever met who stayed in contact with his first-timer for his entire life. A lot of us would rather forget that first time.” “I got lucky. It was a good experience, in more ways than one. The turn of my luck, the start of my escape, the moment when I stopped merely existing and began to live – just check ‘All of the above’. Then, when I made it back to Boston a year or two later, Calum helped me to get on my feet and start to make things happen in my life. Until then, I’d always been waiting for them to happen to me. He met his husband, Shaun, about seven years ago. I’d have gone to the wedding, but they did an improv wedding on the spur of the moment, kind of like ours.” Jim had already asked Steve about his family long before. But Steve had been and remained reluctant to talk much about his family. In his heart of hearts, he was hoping that both of his parents were dead. Jim – who’d only gotten a shortened, condensed version of what had happened at Steve’s home – couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. But that still left another character unaccounted for. “Steve, I remember what you told me about your family and your parents. Now that I think about it, there’s someone else you don’t talk about at all – your brother. What’s the story there? Do you still keep in touch?” “The story about Alex. Hmm. Well, he’s four years older than me. When we were young, he was much more outgoing and athletic, so of course he was more popular. I used to drool over him whenever I saw him with his clothes off. He was such a stud.” “Did you ever play with him?” “Jim, why did I know that you were going to go there?” They both laughed. “Yes – just once, and it shocked me. It was just after that weekend when we’d come on a family trip here to Boston – and I’d met Calum at the bar. Alex told me that he’d seen us kissing goodnight outside the bar, and that’s when he said that he wished he’d had the nerve to go in there himself. One thing led to another. But it wasn’t a good experience. Trying to coach someone through their first time when you’re only on your second time is not a great idea. He’d figured out that he was bi, anyway, and we just chalked it up to experience and left it at that. He backed me up when our dad tried to deck me, and when we left together, he agreed with me about changing our names – although he stuck with his original first name, Alexander. I hated both of mine anyway, so I changed both of them.” “So what was your original or birth name?” “What, I never told you before?” Jim shook his head solemnly. “I believe you. Trust me, once you’ve heard it, you won’t forget it in a hurry.” “And?” “My birth name was Adrian Pennyfather. Come to think of it, I haven’t met anyone who knows that for about the last twenty years.” “Hell of a name for someone to hang on their kid.” “Right – but the real reason for the name change was that neither of us wanted to go through life still linked by that surname to our dear old dad.” The last words came out with bitter emphasis, in a cutting, ironic sneer. “Alex went off to the Alberta oil fields, then from there to a gold mine in the tundra of the Northwest Territories. We kept in touch for a while, by phone and messages, but gradually those got shorter and shorter and finally stopped altogether. I don’t blame either of us. It just happened that way. The remains of our family ties weren’t a strong enough link to keep us connected.” Steve sighed. At that point, Jim pulled him in for some serious cuddling, stopping the interrogation. Dinner the following night with Calum and Shaun was a light-hearted occasion. It could have been a contender for the World’s Most Awkward Blind Date, except that nobody got a severe and sudden case of the hots for anyone else. Before long, Calum and Steve had their husbands and each other in howls of laughter with their highly-coloured and dramatic account of The Night We First Met. From there they proceeded to the year of Steve’s return to Boston, and Calum’s painful infatuation with Steve’s personal trainer, Owen: “I could never get a foot in the door with him as long as you were around. Never saw such a hot muscle stud who was nothing but a total pussy boy size queen. Even when I finally did get him in bed, after you left town, all he could do was moan and groan about how much he missed your – as he put it – most prominent feature.” Calum gave out a mock sigh of frustration while all the others rolled on the sofas in hysteria. It was another story altogether when Steve and Jim landed in Nova Scotia. Coming across on the high speed catamaran ferry from Bar Harbor to Yarmouth, they’d enjoyed some good down east food and Nova Scotia wine, but Steve had been getting quieter as the trip went on – and even more so during their evening at a hotel in Yarmouth. They took their time getting going the next day, a bright and sunny Tuesday morning, for the drive up the old coastal road to Halifax. Steve had insisted that they had to get off the fast modern highway and onto the original road which turned and twisted its way through every village and hamlet and fishing cove along the way. Jim could feel the tension building in Steve as the miles ticked by; he grew more and more silent as the territory became more familiar. It was early afternoon before he spoke – and then it was just one sentence: “This is it.” They were passing the road sign which identified “Lower West Exmouth”. Jim slowed down, peering about curiously as they meandered through the village, a scattered assortment of clapboard houses wide-spread across the rocky hummocks, some weathered grey, but most painted in white with the occasional sky blue, light grey, or pale green. With no discernable break in the community, they passed another sign which read “Exmouth”. “What are we looking for, Steve?” “I don’t know. I mean, I’m not sure.” Just as Jim was thinking that this wasn’t very helpful, he spotted a sign which made him jam on the brakes and pull off into a small parking area. The big, colourful signboard flanked by rainbow flags made a good match with the brightly painted house beyond it, standing out from the village’s norm of subtle colours in the most noticeable way. SEAVIEW BED & BREAKFAST WE WELCOME EVERYONE! DINNER ALSO AVAILABLE ON REQUEST ____ VACANCY Jim chuckled. “I didn’t expect to see that out here, judging by what you told me.” Steve, though, just stared at the sign and the house and said nothing. “Steve? Steve, what is it?” Finally, the answer came, in a small, barely audible voice. “Adrian Pennyfather comes home.” “Okay. And…?” “Jim, that house was my old family home.” It was Jim’s turn to mutter a silent “wow”. But his surprise lasted only for a moment. The door of the house had opened, and a man about the same age as them was coming two at a time down the steps towards them. Jim got out of the car. In a hearty voice, he greeted them: “Hi, fellows! Welcome to Exmouth! What can I do for you?” “Well, we just stopped to look. Kind of an unexpected sight.” The man laughed. “Yeah, we found out about that when we opened this B & B, gone eight years now. But it’s all good these days. Folks around here are used to us, and just treat us the same as anyone else in the community. I’ve heard all about how intolerant it used to be, but the place seems to have changed a lot with time. By the way, I’m Denny.” “Jim. And my husband, Steve.” Steve had finally gotten out of the car to come around and say hello. But it was plain that he was still feeling the shock. However, he recovered quickly. “So, Denny, how much would it cost for dinner, bed and breakfast for us?” Suitable terms were quickly reached, and they grabbed their bags and headed in. Once Jim had completed the paperwork (“damn government bureaucrats,” their host had grumbled), Denny led them upstairs to the best room in the house. Steve had already noticed from outside that a balcony had been added to the front, replacing the original front porch roof, with two chairs and a table out on the balcony overlooking the fishing harbour. “I’ll just leave you here to get settled in. What time would you like dinner?” “Would six o’clock be okay?” Denny smiled. “Perfect. It’s our usual time anyway.” Jim wasn’t sure what made him ask the next question, but out it came anyway. “Denny, when do we get to meet your other half?” Denny laughed again. “At dinner. As the resident chef, he’ll be slaving away in the kitchen until then. Come on downstairs at about 5:30, and we can have a drink together before we eat, if that’s agreeable.” With that, he withdrew. Steve nosed around the room, finding the beautiful ensuite bathroom added onto the back. He wondered what the lower floor held in this extension of the original house. He then pushed open the sliding glass door, stepped out onto the balcony, and settled into one of the chairs. Jim joined him there and studied him carefully. Steve had a far-away look on his face, and Jim was sure that he was going back in memory to relive his childhood. “Is this really weird for you, Steve?” “I’ll say. This (with a gesture back through the glass door) was my parents’ room, and we were told in no uncertain terms that it was strictly off limits. But there was no ensuite at the back, and no balcony here. These guys have really expanded and upgraded the old house.” “And your room?” “Across the hall and down towards the back. I wonder if they’ve expanded that one too? It was pretty cramped when Alex and I shared it. The other smaller front room was for guests, and my grandmother would stay there when she came to visit from Glace Bay.” “If you felt weird, Steve, why did you want to stay?” “I guess, seizing the day and making use of the opportunity to clear the negative memories of this place out of my system. At least, it’s a beautiful sunny day, and that can be rare here – fog is more the usual thing. Warm, too, for this time of year. What do you say we take a walk down by the fishing harbour?” They sauntered down the winding gravel road, a steep twisting hill, and then walked quietly along behind the collection of old net sheds along the edge of the water. “This one was my dad’s. He always kept his herring boat tied up to the wharf here and anchored his lobster boat off away, over t’other side of the bay.” “Off away? T’other side? Steve, I’ve never heard you talk like that!” “It’s from being back here, it’s just rubbing off on me. Or, no, more like pushing aside everything else that I’ve added on since I left.” As he spoke, they were passing a shed where a seventy-something fisherman was engaged in mending nets. He looked up and smiled at them, a gap-toothed grin. “You fellows staying at yon guest house up away?” “Yes, we are.” “Enjoy your time here in our nice quiet place, lads.” “Thank you. We will.” As they walked on towards the lighthouse at the harbour entrance, Steve said to Jim, “That was Graham Alan MacMaster. He was always my dad’s top rival for most successful fisherman in the village. I recognized him right away, but he didn’t seem to recognize me.” “Not surprising. I would have passed you in the street if I saw the teenaged you. At least, based on the photos you showed me. I still look much like my teenaged self with years and a few pounds added, but you certainly don’t.” “A few pounds?” “Don’t get sarcastic, now.” “Let’s start back, Jim. Don’t want to be late for that pre-dinner drink.” Thirty minutes later, they were back in the house, shoes cleaned off, and settling in the large common room, where Denny was waiting with a bottle of rum and some mixers, as well as some local beers. “Well, what’ll it be, boys? Alfie will be out to join us in a few, as soon as he puts the finishing touches on the dinner.” After they’d made their choices and toasted each other, Denny stood up and bellowed, like a sailing-ship captain hailing the maintop lookout, “Alfie! We’ve begun toasting here! Better haul your ass out of that kitchen and join us before I start telling these fellows all the bad stories about you!” “Be right there,” a voice hailed back. Denny gave a satisfied nod, but Steve started at the sound. “What is it?” Jim asked quietly, but Steve waved it off. A moment later, the door at the far end of the room swung open, and the tall, broad-shouldered chef of the pair walked in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, there, gents. Welcome to Seavi….” He broke off, stopping dead in his tracks, his face registering shock as he saw the two men standing up to greet him, one wearing an equally shocked face. It was Steve who recovered first from this latest and biggest surprise. “Hello, Alex,” he said in a quiet voice. “My god, Steve, it is you!” Denny and Jim looked on, more than a trifle startled, as the two flung themselves at top speed into a bone-crushing hug that lasted for quite a few seconds. Alex pulled free at last, turned slowly to his husband, and said, “Denny, come over here. I want you to meet my kid brother, Steve.”

“Do you trust me?” “Of course.” With that, Steven put a blindfold on me, blocking off all sight. “That stays on until I take it off,” he snarled. I was in the sling at his place; legs spread wide, ass open, and ready. Steven and I have played together for a long time. We’re both in our 50s and are into partying, dildos, fisting, and more. He’s taller than me and has a nice hairy body. He’d fall into the category of “dad bod,” although, at our age, maybe “daddy bod” is more appropriate. I’m a little shorter and a little thicker through the middle. When we party, our dicks shrink up, so we focus a lot on other things that we can use to please our asses. There’s a wide range of options out there, and Steven has amassed a great collection of dildos and butt plugs. Steven stroked my body, pausing to tweak my nipples before heading down to my cock. He played with my dick and balls for a bit, then moved down to my ass. Instinctively, I spread my legs wider to give him better access to my hole. He fingered around my hole and stroked up and down my ass but didn’t penetrate my hole. Then, he walked away. I heard the door close behind him. With nothing to do, my hands found my eager hole, and I started to play with it. My ass is hairy, and I was running my fingers through the hair and fondling my hole. I licked a few fingers so that I could stick them in my ass. When Steven returned, he chuckled when he found me with four fingers in my ass, shoving them in and moving them around inside me. “Don’t worry, pig, that hole will be used tonight.” He grabbed my arm and put a tourniquet on over my bicep. He was going to point me and get me rushing hard tonight. Once he raised a vein, he swabbed it with a cool alcohol wipe. Then, I felt the familiar prick of the needle going in. The warmth hit almost immediately. He had pushed the plunger down quickly, and the T was racing through my bloodstream. My heart rate increased, and my breathing quickened. I coughed a few times and was growing hornier by the second. Steven knew what I needed, and he had a dildo ready for my ass. When I am rushing, all I can think about is getting my ass filled with something. It could be fingers, toys, cock, fist, whatever; I just need something in my ass. The dildo Steven had ready was pretty thick. As it first penetrated my hole, I could tell it would be a good stretch as a starter. I pushed out as he pushed in, opening my ass as much as possible to accommodate the invader. When he first breached my hole, I let out a “Fuuuuck” to let him know how good it felt. He steadily pushed, and between our efforts, the dildo slid into my greedy ass. This toy had a thick head, and it got thicker as he pushed it deeper and deeper into me. He was opening me up and filling my deepest crevasses. It felt amazing, and I started to flex my ass muscles around the toy. Each flex helped to pull the dildo deeper into me, and it was quickly at my second hole. With the slam sending me soaring, I was ready for anything. Steven withdrew the toy and replaced it with his hand. He entered easily since he was well-greased, and my hole was nicely opened already. Steven worked his way down to my second hole and teased the curve. This always feels amazing, and I wanted him to get his whole arm inside me. Luckily, he had tucked a bottle of poppers under me on the sling, so I pulled it out and took two hits. Once it was recapped and replaced under me, I turned into a total ass pig. I felt my hole relax even more, opening to Steven’s efforts. His fingers slid through the curve in my ass and entered my colon. Another “Fuuuuck,” came out of me. When I’m rushing, my expressions are mostly limited to basic words, smiles, and greedy ass activity. Today was no exception; a long drawn out “fuck” seemed to be the word of the day! Steven used his fingers to poke, prod, and massage my innermost regions. Knowing that he was so deeply embedded in my ass was stimulating. I reached down to spread my ass wider so that he could go deeper. He was working my ass like a pro, and I loved every inch of it. Steven slowly pulled out of my ass and shoved the dildo back in. “Fuck yourself with it,” he commanded. I reached down to grab the toy and started pushing it in and out of my ass. Steven walked away again and left me to play with myself. He soon returned, and he was not alone. Someone took the dildo out of my hand and started to finger my hole. He was using fingers from both hands to stretch it and get my ass to open. It didn’t need any more prodding to open up, but the sensations were wonderful, so I was happy to be the recipient. It didn’t take long before the guy put his fist at my entrance. I pushed down from the sling, and he pushed back a bit, and his fist popped into my ass. When he was inside me, he was flexing his hand and twisting his fist around, letting his knuckles rub up against the walls of my ass. It felt amazing, and I was moaning and squirming in delight. Whoever this guy was, he had huge hands. When he first breached my ring, it was obvious that taking his hands would be challenging, but I was up for it. He pulled his paw back, expanding my hole more. Then, he was back in again. Each time he entered, he went in just up to his wrist. He knew that he needed to take it slow, even with an ass pig like me, to get it in deeper. He worked my hole like this for a while, giving me time to grab the poppers again and relax my sphincter more. Once the poppers hit, I reached down to spread my ass for him. I also pushed forward a little bit in the sling so that he had a new angle to get into my ass. I heard a grunt of appreciation from him since this gave him another way to open me up. He pushed in and pulled out several times, twisting his hand around as he went. “I’m going deeper,” he said. I nodded my head to let him know that I was ready. He slowly slid more and more of his arm into my eager ass. He bottomed out at the bend leading to my deepest regions. Once there, he flexed his fingers in and out, clenching and releasing his fist. Each time he’d clench, I would feel the walls of my ass expand to accommodate his size. His fingers would probe around when he'd unclench, seeking the route into my colon. Someone, I assume it was Steven, shoved the poppers under my nose. I took two deep hits and relaxed into the rush. As they took over my brain, the blindfold let me focus fully on the sensations that were happening in my ass. This guy knew how to fist! He was probing ever deeper while also working his hand back and forth in my ass. The poppers let me only pay attention to what I was feeling in my ass, along with hearing the sexy sound of an open ass being fisted. All this work had let this man into my colon. The sense of being filled at such an amazing depth is astounding. He was slowly crawling his fingers around and through the lowest part of my colon, making my ass quiver in delight. I shot out a load of cum, while pressing my ass all around his fist. Next, the extraction began. He went slowly, teasing my ass as he traveled through it, repeating the route he’d taken on insertion. This, too, felt amazing, and I was enjoying his expert course through my ass. Once he was out, my ass felt well and truly gaped. “Let’s get him out of the sling and smoke some more,” Steven said. They helped me out of the sling and led me, still blindfolded, to the bed. I heard the click of the torch and shortly after, the pipe was at my lips.

Enjoy yourselves studs x x

In most social media platforms, I am a firm believer that people need to take a course and pass a competency exam before being allowed to post or reply.

I'll answer in a bit...I'm currently watching porn!

Part 2 Carson spent much of the day in his office. Since it was a Friday and a long weekend, he decided to duck out at 3pm. “Any plans for the weekend?,” Arthur asked him as he dropped some paperwork off at his secretary’s desk. “I’m going up north.” “Oh right, your cabin.” Years ago, Carson had bought some land in the Maine wilderness, near what was called The Golden Road, a 96 mile stretch of road owned by a logging company. He modestly described it as a cabin. The original cabin was there, but he had since bought more land along one of the many lakes. He had a nice property with a mile long private driveway that led to the Master House on the water. A separate, rougher road led to north to the Cabin, it was really a logging road as well, having been cleared to connect his property. South of the main house was a Barn he had put up. Carson said his goodbye to Arthur, then went home briefly to pick drop off his work bag. The drive took several hours from the city, but it gave him time to clear his head and prepare himself for the weekend. At 8pm he passed through the village on the lake, another 45 minutes later winding his way around he reached the gate to his property. As he drove through, the gate beeped and swung shut behind him. In the city he lived simply. Here though was a different story. He had put a lot of time, and money into making this property exactly what he wanted. The gate was an indulgence and unnecessary, the driveway was a mile long and set so far back from the road that no one could see lights through the dense trees. The only way onto or off the property was through that gate, unless someone trekked to the main road, or came across the lake by boat. As he pulled the car into the garage, the House began lighting up. His first stop was the kitchen, which he had fully stocked. Once a week the wife of a retired farmer came by to check on the House for him, clean and tidy, and bought food ahead of his arrival. A nice woman, and not too nosey, despite being one of those creatures that were born, lived, and planned to die in the same place. Carson stripped and showered, washing the day off him. The shower was the size of a small bedroom, never mind the rest of the bathroom. As he showered off, he admired his tattoos and cock in one of the mirrors, twitching a little at the thought of what the weekend would entail. He dried off, changing into jeans with a black t-shirt and boots. He also grabbed a second cellphone from the charging station next to the kitchen, and a set of keys. His first stop was the Cabin. He drove the ATV 10 minutes up the dirt track. Again, as he approached the flood lights came on. He parked, and went up to the solid oak door. As he did so, the phone app began to automatically unlock the door. He used two keys to unlock the door the rest of the way. This Cabin served as the home for all of his research projects over the last decade. The set up was simple yet elegant. It had servers and hard drives, the laboratory equipment and chemicals he needed. Carson set to work pulling tubes from different incubators and examining the contents, then pulling flasks from others, He looked at them under microscopes, ran partials through instrumentation. The work took a few hours, and when he was done, he leaned back satisfied. He was ready for the next phase of his research, but that would have to wait until after the weekend, when he returned, and Arthur would be waiting for him. Carson left the Cabin, locking up. He then drove the ATV back down the road, past the House, and to the Barn. He ignored the large door, and buzzed himself into an atrium. Here he began to strip naked. He left his boots on, and buzzed himself into the main structure. He immediately had to adjust his eyes to the dim blue light in the first stall. On the other side of the glass door was the most recent subject that had enrolled in his “trial”.

My profiles always clearly state what I'm looking for. Even though I'm a hosting bottom looking for anal loads, I'll routinely get messages asking if I'll top. asking if I have a glory hole, or If I'd travel 30 miles and just give a blow job. How I answer stupid questions depends on my mood and can vary from *ignore*, to patiently requesting they re-read my profile, to sarcasm. I usually opt for sarcasm -- especially if they get huffy after I've told them, "No". My answers to the three questions you were asked would probably be something like: 1. Do you have condoms? Answer: Yes! They'll fit nicely over your face. If you're nice I might snip off the tip so you can breathe. 2. Where do you want me to cum? Answer: How about Cincinnati. I've never been there. 3. Do you like being fucked? Answer: In the ass? Yes. In the head by morons who can't read a fucking profile? Not so much. Sarcasm is one of my true joys in life. I highly recommend it.

It only counts if it’s non cishet. I took Flowers in the Attic out of my high school, so Genderqueer should be accessible for high schoolers. You’re so fucking disingenuous.

Research is obsolete. We have Alexa, Siri and now ChatGPT. Which is why most guys, online and in person, cannot carry a conversation past sup, woof, hey or looking.

I suppose it's the user of the term, but beneath that simplicity is the thought process inculcated into that person by the cultural group he/she identifies with. On the face of it, I doubt many would argue that aspiring to DEI is a negative notion (unless, obviously, the defendant feels a part of a historically neglected group, and thus anticipates equity of some kind in a "woke" agenda). I don't think we're at a "Brownshirt" moment quite yet, when gangs of thugs roamed the streets a century ago, looking for "the other" to beat up. That said, we've already seen a "kinda-sorta" Torchlight Parade, with unimpressive, home-made flagging, the torches sourced from garden-supply stores. We're on the road to that shocking development, but not quite there yet. There's still time to quell that insidiously selfish instinct, but only if those carrying that burden are voted out of office in decisive numbers. I enjoyed the "pendulum" metaphor, and it's a good one. The problem though, is it can easily swing so far in one direction that the balance is destroyed (i.e, the fulcrum itself becomes un-centered), and then there's nothing but chaos. The more reasonable folks that get on the "woke" side of the pendulum, the better. It's a bit of an "ask" though, given the hard-set "values" the anti-wokers seem so infused with. I guess we'll see in a few weeks. Perhaps. Maybe too quickly? Sadly though, there are generations of folks who grew up with a mindset of "us vs. them", and to the point that those folks will support anti-wokeism to their dying breath. Throw into that sour mix the notion of Religiousity, perverted and twisted from it's ancient/original message by the forebears of the anti-wokers. When (or if) these misguided folks find disappointment in November, the "Brownshirts" may well cause major problems. After all; it's a generational, inculcated identity that will be judged (assuming a Democratic sweep) and found wanting. If anyone thinks that's a bridge-too-far, consider that the Speaker of the House, 3rd in line to the Presidency, is actively trying to "bring about the "End Times" (as described in ancient texts), according to a number of reports. I haven't heard any recordings of him actually saying it out loud, which would prove damning. Thus, I can't personally say whether it's true or not, but it wouldn't surprise me if it were. I too was in business for many years, and encountered similar events within the organization. Once, it got so bad I had to go out to the LA office and fire someone. Completely unpleasant, in every way. However, no business owner can allow one misguided person to infect an entire office with cultural biases or worse. It got so bad (before I even found out) that the rest of the staff didn't dare tell me at first, but garbage like that always surfaces at some point, and they got (a very minor) scolding about letting things get to that point before reporting it. All of which is to agree that we need to keep ourselves aware of what is happening around us, consider where we stand on the issues, and defend those who are unable to defend themselves - across the board. Thanks for that most interesting addition.

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.

Possibly in a public pool where people look at you while you scream "recharge me, impregnate me again with HIV"

With all this heat, being pozzed underwater is so damn exciting! I love it!

Love this pic! Nothing better seeing a BBC in a white hole!

Happened to me for the first time a few weeks ago. I'm not into getting fisted but a well-endowed top buddy was fucking me and using very large dildos on me. I was having anal orgasms and he was using a dildo on me that I had never been able to get all the way in (12.25" x 8"). He shoved the last inch or so into me and I ejaculated, orgasmed, and pissed at the same time. I certainly wasn't expecting it. I wanted him to keep going but the play space wasn't prepped for piss so we had to stop. My head was spinning and needed to rest a bit before coming out of the sling. He told me that he was hitting my bladder. That's quite possible because we had been playing for awhile and my bladder was at least half full. Would be interested in trying it again with a little more preparation.

I love the idea of that! However, I think it would be so much hotter, too take a full pill, instead of half, and hide a video camera, and make a public posting, so just ANY guy can cum in, fuck me, and go! I imagine it would be so hot, to look at the video later, and see who actually fucked me! (Or perhaps make it so I can only see shapes and sounds and only be able to see how many used my cunt!)

Drinking fun

I went to Steamworks Toronto for the Lights Out event and one of the loads I took was in the smaller darkroom in the back. I never expected to get fucked, and even less bred, but I guess my hole was there at the right time. I walked into the darkroom and in the crowd of horny men I found a hard cock at which point I turned around and guided that hard tool into my hole. I was surprised when he enthusiastically began to pound my hole, and after a minute of so he stopped, slapped by ass, and left the room. There's nothing hotter than an anon load and not really knowing from whom.

He his hot!

(Another chapter that got too long so it’s in two parts) Part 44 - A Trip to the City Joe woke up Christmas morning and kissed Kyle. “Merry Christmas, you sexy fuck” Kyle said. They got up and put on some shorts and walked into the living room. Mark was on the couch with a Santa hat on and Eric had a sexy elf costume on. They could see Eric was riding Mark’s cock and they could tell from the sounds that Mark was about to shoot. “Breed me Santa, give me a big gift!” Eric said and laughed. As cheesy as it was, it got the desired result and Mark groaned as he shot yet another toxic load into his boyfriend. “Damn, thats how Santa keeps those elves happy” Joe said and giggled as he wandered into the kitchen to get some coffee. He came out of the kitchen and saw Eric now bent over the back of the couch and Kyle’s cock deep inside him. It was a quickie and after only a couple minutes of fucking, Kyle’s cock erupted inside Eric’s cummy hole. “I got what I wanted for Christmas” Eric said and then laughed. Mark had a small fake Christmas tree in the corner of the living room and there were a few boxes underneath. Joe went in to the bedroom and came out with a couple wrapped boxes and put them under the tree. Kyle was next and put one under the tree. The guys sat down on the floor next to the tree and Mark handed out the presents. Mark opened the first one and it was from Joe and Kyle and the tag said it was for both Mark and Eric. Inside he found a pair of large glass dildos with a pair of fur-lined leather handcuffs. “We hope that’s not too kinky for you” Joe joked and everyone laughed. Kyle opened the next box and it was from Mark and Eric. Kyle peeled back the tissue paper and inside was a heavy stainless steel butt plug. Joe was next and was trying to figure out what sex toy Mark and Eric would give him. Inside was plastic carrying case which he opened and found an electro stimulation device with an electrified cock ring and dildo. Kyle yelled out “Oh fuck yeah! You’re mine now!” and everyone laughed. Kyle tore into his gift from Joe and found a gift certificate from the tattoo and piercing shop along with six small barbells. “That’s for a Jacob’s Ladder for your cock. Daryl also wants to know when you’re going to go up a size on your PA” Joe said. Kyle licked his lips and said “That’s so fucking hot.” Eric went to open his and Mark said “Let Joe get his next. I want yours to be last.” Joe grabbed his box and dispatched the wrapping paper and opened the box to find a new tablet. “I know the theme seems to be sex related here, but I’m sick of you stealing my iPad all the time. Now you have your own!” Kyle told Joe. Eric looked at Mark before he opened the last present under the tree, which was from Mark. He tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, but was greeted with another box inside. Just like little Russian nesting dolls, he opened a box only to find another box inside. Exasperated, he opened the sixth box and found inside a pair of rings and a note from Mark “Will you marry me?” Shocked, he looked at Mark and fought back his tears as he quietly said “Yes.” Mark hugged Eric and then the two younger guys joined in. — The guys woke up refreshed from a lazy Christmas day and Mark was tapping at the spare bedroom door at 8:30 AM. “Leaving in half an hour” Mark said as Joe and Kyle were getting dressed. Joe packed his backpack with his leather harness, some lube and poppers. Kyle stuffed a few things into the backpack and they went out into the living room. “What’s that?” asked Eric. “Well, I looked and there was a sex party at B’s Motor Lodge this evening and Tony recommended a bar to go to that had a fun back room, so I thought after we saw the sights, we could all have some fun” Joe replied. “Damn, you are one horny fuck. You’re just like your brother” Eric said. “What did I hear about a back room” Mark asked as he came out of the bedroom. “Your innocent little brother has an evening of fucking all planned out for us” Eric quipped. “Oh? I guess I should get a few things then” Mark said. Mark and Eric went back to their room and came out with a few items and put them in Joe’s backpack. They drove up to San Francisco and parked the car. They walked the wharf, had lunch and a few beers, rode the cable cars, and then toured around some of the areas. “We’ll come back next week and we can do the trip out to Alcatraz if you want” Mark said. He drove around and gave the guys some history of the neighborhoods. Later in the afternoon Mark asked “So when do your festivities begin?” looking at Joe. “Let me check” Joe said as he pulled out his phone and opened the app to see when the party at the motel started. “The invite said he would be going from 4pm to 4am tomorrow. I asked if I could bring people and he said yes.” “What exactly are we getting into?” Mark asked. “Here’s what the party invite said” Joe answered. “25 yo neg sailor on leave for the week looking to be a cumdump. Tops and vers only, no other bottoms. BB only, taking all loads. No pullouts. No watchers - wait your turn if theres a line, fuck, breed then go. May be blindfolded. Room info sent day of party.” “Damn, that sounds like fun. I hope its real” Mark said. Joe looked and he had a message and it gave the room number for the party. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed towards Castro. Mark parked the car and the guys walked the couple blocks to get to the motel. A bunch of people were hanging around and you could see a few different rooms that seemed to have some action. Kyle said “well, if this one is a fake then it looks like we have a couple other possibilities.” Joe went to the room he had gotten from the message earlier and knocked. A guy answered the door and asked “what’s your screen name.” Joe responded “bbwrestlr” and the guy said “Gotcha, come on in. There’s three guys ahead of you and I see you brought your friends like you said. Cool.” The guys moved into the room and Joe and Kyle took their jeans off. Mark and Eric just unzipped theirs and pulled their cocks out of the side of their jockstraps. They looked around the room and Joe spotted the guy’s navy uniform folded neatly on a chair next to the bed. The guy getting fucked looked like the profile pics - five foot ten, brown haired, smooth body and he spotted a couple tattoos on his arms. He was nicely muscled and seemed to be enjoying the older guy that was fucking him. Joe looked back and the doorman had a smile on his face as he watched the sailor get pounded. The doorman was a muscled hulk who definitely could be a doorman at a club or bar. His hair was cropped short and the muscles were visibly straining his t-shirt. His jeans were tight and full of beefy legs and ass. The bulge in the doorman’s pants and the occasional rub from his hand said that he liked some man on man action and was enjoying the scene. Joe’s attention was drawn back to the sailor getting fucked when the guy pounding him yelled out “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK… TAKE THAT LOAD, BOY!” He could see the older guy’s ass clench as he pumped his cum into the slut and the sailor let out a loud moan. He pulled his cock out and wiped it with a towel as the next guy in line moved behind the sailor. “Don’t forget to put your mark on him” the doorman said and the older guy took the marker and put another hash mark on the slut’s back. The next guy to fuck the sailor was a skinny guy a few inches taller than Joe. He had long straight dark hair, but little body hair and pale skin. He was a bit jittery and Joe figured he was probably wired on something. He was endowed with a long 9 inch thin cock that he rammed into the empty hole. He fucked hard and fast and Joe had seen him edging before so figured he wouldn’t last long. Joe stroked his cock to full hardness as he watched the skinny guy pound the sailor and it took less than five minutes before he heard the guy grunt and then yell out “I’m breeding your hole with my dirty seed, faggot.” The guy slammed in a few last times and pulled off using the towel to clean his cock off and marking his load on the slut’s back. The guy in front of Joe then walked up and checked out his prey. The sailor moved around on the bed, eager to get another cock inside him. The guy was a stocky Puerto Rican guy with muscles and tattoos everywhere. Joe noticed a marine corps tattoo on his chest and his haircut said military. The bushy mustache and goatee told him he was he was ex-military. His legs and ass were very hairy over the thick muscular limbs. The guy’s beefy hands roamed over the sailor’s body and ass. He leaned over and whispered something in the bottom’s ear and then grabbed the blindfold laying on the bed. He covered the sailors eyes, securing the blindfold and then slapped his ass hard before shoving his thick uncut seven inch cock into the sailor’s waiting hole. He pistoned in and out hard and fast for a few minutes and then pulled out as if he was just testing if it was worth his time to continue to fuck the bottom. In one quick motion, he flipped the sailor on to his back and slammed back inside. He fucked with an even pace of hard thrusts. The guy kept having to pull the sailor back to the edge as he kept getting pushed towards the center of the bed. Joe stroked his cock with the same tempo, occasionally stopping so he didn’t blow his load before getting to fuck the bottom. A growl filled the room as the top bred the sailor and everyone took a step back in case the top became "the hulk". He slammed in twice more after the growling subsided and then pulled his cock out. As the guy pulled his jeans up Joe kneeled down behind the sailor and pushed his face in between the muscled ass cheeks and feasted on the cum dripping out of the gaping hole. He heard the sailor moan, only the second sound Joe had heard from him. Joe stood up and dripped some of the cum from his mouth on to his cock and flipped the sailor back on his knees before he pushed in. His cock slid in with just light pressure until his bush was against the cummy hole. He started to fuck and sped up quickly. He knew these kinds of fucks were to fuck and nut as soon as possible to let the next guy take his turn. Joe slammed in and heard the door open as the skinny guy left and another top arrived. He watched the previous top mark his unknown load and then Joe started to pound hard and then jackrabbited his hole, enjoying the sea of cum around his cock. He varied both the angle and intensity of his thrusts and appreciated that the bottom could still work his cock after a few hours of getting used as a cumdump. He began to fuck harder again and then groaned as he shot his toxic seed into the sailor’s cumhole. He took the marker and went to add his mark. He looked back to the guy’s left shoulder blades a ‘-‘ with a line below it and two hash marks. in the middle was a ‘?’ and a line below it with five hash marks. On his right shoulder blade was a ‘+’ and a line and nine hash marks. Joe made it ten and stepped aside. Kyle was next and stuck his finger into the sailor’s hole and scooped a little bit of cum on his finger and tasted it. He lined his cock up and shoved in and drilled like he was possessed. Joe had watched his boyfriend fuck numerous guys but never with the speed he did this time. He was groaning as he pounded and in a few minutes was dumping his strain into the cum hungry bottom. He added his mark on the guy’s back while Eric dropped his pants down and shoved his cock into the sailor. While Eric was fucking, two more guys showed up. He fucked hard for a little bit and then slowed down and enjoyed the sailor’s cum soaked pussy. Eric bent over the sailor’s back and hammered him for half a minute before adding another charged load to the swill inside the slut. He marked the bottom’s shoulder while Mark slid in. Mark took a slower pace than Kyle and Eric had but was just as rough. The sailor was grunting as his cock slammed in deep, paused and then pulled back. Mark did it over and over and then started to fuck faster. Joe moved behind Mark and reached around and pinched his nipple through the t-shirt and whispered “knock him up like you did me” into his ear. Mark rammed in and his cock pulsed, shooting his bugged up semen inside to mix with the other loads. He pulled out and Joe leaned down and quickly cleaned his cock. Mark added a thirteenth mark under the ‘+’ and zipped his pants up. The next guy, a tall, light skinned black guy with a biohazard tattoo on his upper left arm took Mark’s place and started fucking the sailor. The four guys went to leave and the doorman gave Joe a wink before saying “Thanks. Come back later if you want.”