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Part 2 The night unfolded under the pulsating lights of Fly, the city’s hottest nightclub, where the music throbbed louder and drinks flowed freely. Hunter, ever the life of the party, ordered a round of shots just as Kim’s favorite song blared through the speakers. “Oh my god, I love this song!” she squealed, grabbing Mikkel’s arm and pulling him onto the crowded dance floor. Meanwhile, Tom, Alex, and Hunter stayed by the bar, overlooking the chaos of the dance floor from their vantage point. “Aren’t you going to join your friend?” Tom asked Alex, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe in a bit,” Alex replied, sipping his drink. Tom, sensing the buzz of the night, turned to Hunter. “Let’s go check this place out,” Hunter suggested with a grin, but not before ordering more shots and a round of gin and tonics. With drinks in hand, they ventured upstairs, finding themselves in the more mysterious, high-energy section of the club—Fly’s infamous gay room. The atmosphere shifted—dark, sultry, and electric. Music pumped harder here, the crowd more intense, and the allure of the dimly lit back room. Tom and Hunter, caught up in the beat, began to dance—moving closer, shirts peeling off, bodies glistening under the flashing lights. They danced with the kind of confidence that made heads turn, their movements in sync, as if they were seasoned dancers. Alex, however, stayed behind in a booth, watching them from the shadows, unsure if he should join. Tom slipped away from the dance floor, making his way back to Alex. “You okay being in this room?” he asked, leaning close to be heard over the music. “Yeah, I don’t mind. Maybe we should find Mikkel?” Alex slurred, the drinks beginning to take their toll. “Here, eat this,” Tom said, handing Alex something small. “What is it?” Alex asked. “It’s M. Trust me, it’ll lighten you up,” Tom grinned. Alex quickly took it, not wanting to draw attention. Moments later, Hunter returned with more drinks. “Alright, we’ll go find Mikkel after a few songs. Just come join us for a bit,” Tom urged. “I’m not like that,” Alex muttered, his voice barely audible. “Relax, Alex. You don’t have to be anything,” Tom reassured him with a wink. Reluctantly, Alex was convinced. He followed Tom back onto the dance floor, the music vibrating through his body as the M began to take effect. His head felt lighter, the room more vibrant. The lights flickered in kaleidoscopic patterns, and soon, he wasn’t just in the club—he was part of it. The beat pulsed through him, his body swaying to the rhythm without a second thought. Before long, Alex found himself sandwiched between Tom and Hunter, their movements fluid and close, enveloping him in a haze of sensation. As Tom danced behind him, his hands explored the curves of Alex’s body, fingers brushing over his ass, almost teasingly. Hunter pressed closer from the front, his body warm against Alex’s, the music carrying them all in its current. Alex, caught up in the lights, the music, and the sheer euphoria of the moment, barely noticed how intimately they danced. “Hey bud I see you’re a little happy down there,” hunter whispered with a grin. “I just feel really… good,” Alex breathed, his eyes half-closed, lost in the moment. Hunter shot a glance at Tom and smirked. “Let’s check out that back room, shall we?” They moved through the dimly lit hallway, the air thick with energy, as silhouettes of people blended into the shadows around them. Soft, murmured conversations and distant music filled the space. Tom's hands stayed firmly on Alex putting them under his pants, guiding him deeper into the room, brushing past figures whose touches grazed Alex's body, adding to the surreal atmosphere. Once they found a secluded corner, the air grew still, charged with anticipation. Tom leaned in closer, his breath warm against Alex's neck, his tongue licking him all over as he whispered something Alex couldn't quite hear over the thrum of the music. Alex's pulse quickened, yet he didn't pull away-there was something intoxicating about the moment. Hunter stood nearby, watching for a second before unbuckling Alex's pants, Tom's lips moved down to Alex's ass, each touch deliberate, drawing out every sensation. And hunter wrapping his lips around Alex’s cock he was rock hard. Alex, lost in the intensity of it all, let himself go, allowing the sensations to take over. Every sound, every flicker of light, heightened the thrill.Tom's hands explored Alex's back, his touch lingering as he pulled him in closer. Alex's moaned out loud, each moment unfolding in slow motion. There was no need for words-their bodies spoke for them. The room, the darkness, and the mysterious thrill of the unknown made it feel as if time had stopped, Alex never felt like this he enjoyed every moment he just kept his eyes shut. As Tom rose slowly, he turned Alex’s face toward him and leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. The moment felt charged, as if the world outside their corner had disappeared. When they finally pulled apart, Tom pulled out his cock and spit on his hand his eyes twinkling with lust. Tom savouring the moment, he began to press It against Alex’s hole already wet from Tom’s Tongue, inch by inch. Tom gaze occasionally back to hunter, watching him suck Alex’s cock balls deep, the scene unfolding with a quiet intensity. Tom grinned mischievously giving his cock a gentle push at first. As Alex started to moan, Tom’s excitement grew as He pushed harder, biteing down on Alex’s neck. Tom’s moans filled the room as other guys begun looking in, with each thrust sending Alex higher. As Tom counted fucking him so deeply and raw, a flicker of doubt crossed Alex’s mind. He thought to himself, How could I be doing this? He had always considered himself straight, and yet the night had taken him down a path he hadn’t anticipated. The alcohol mixed with M had clouded his judgment, altering his perceptions and pushing him beyond his usual boundaries. A part of him wondered about the choices he was making and how different he was from the person he thought he was. He than focused on Tom’s cock deep inside him moaning louder, With each thrust, Tom grew more determined, giving it all his energy until fucking him harder and harder. With one final shove, Tom was getting close oh man this ass is so tight! I’m gonna shoot oh fuck yeah!! Take my load Tom yelled out, his voice ringing through the room. completely satisfied with his efforts He wanted Alex’s ass so badly he didn’t want the moment to end he collapsed onto Alex, out of breath but grinning wildly. He glanced over at Hunter, who was watching from the other side with an amused smile, ahhh I’m gonna cum Alex squealed, hunter continued going balls deep till Alex shot his load deep down his throat. They made their way back to the dance floor and positioned themselves at the railing overlooking the vibrant scene below. From their vantage point, they noticed Mikkel and Kim lost in each other's embrace, kissing deeply with Kim's hands exploring Mikkel's cock. Guess someone’s also having a good time Tom said with a grin. Hunter, sensing the need to keep the night lively, ordered another round of drinks. Tom, Alex, and Hunter joined Mikkel and Kim, diving back into the rhythm of the music. As they danced, Alex found himself caught in a swirl of emotions, his earlier thoughts mingling with the excitement of the night. The confusion of the moment, combined with the sensory overload of the club, left him feeling both exhilarated and introspective. Alex continued to dance with his ass feeling sore and wet. more to come!

Literally 5 minutes ago I got loaded by my door dash driver. Simply asked if he wanted a real tip, he looked confused then I showed him the panties I was wearing, a minute later I'm sucking him hard.The next, he's got me bent over filling my ass with cum. Have him a 20 dollar tip on a 17 dollar order lol

Kevin's story Kevin left the house with his wife's sarcastic comments about how useless he was still ringing in his ears. Middle-aged, over weight with pronounced tits no baggy tee shirt could hide, he was cursed with a small cock which was the reason for her sarcasm. He got in the van with relief and started up. There was a message on his phone from Eric his business partner in the small plumbing business they ran. Apparently, he was off sick with a bad case of flu and he could hardly get out of bed. He sounded really sick. He said there was a job needed doing at a sauna in town. Kevin knew Eric liked to keep jobs there to himself, and was always going back to "make sure everything was ok." This time, there was a leak in a bathroom so it couldn't wait and could Kevin take a look? By the way, the message finished, keep an open mind and Eric was sure Kevin would enjoy the experience. Kevin raised a curious eyebrow at what that could mean, shrugged, and started up the engine. He scratched under his tits through the sweat stained tee shirt. "Oh well," he said to himself. "Get's me out the house and going somewhere new. Might be fun." With that he put the van into gear and pulled out into the traffic.... ...to be continued

Chauvin stood on Floyd's neck until he stopped breathing - under which police department training is this not murder? Despite pleas from the crowd, and even from Deputy Lane, who was a rookie cop, attempted to help Floyd but was stopped. A rookie cop knew it's wrong, and you, rawfuckingonly, are still carrying Chauvin's balls? (translation from Bahasa Melayu "mengampu bodek" or "membodek", meaning 'to carry testicles'). This guy was convicted and sentenced to 22 1/2 years incarceration. He promised to tell us why he did this, and introduce new facts that would free him. Not a peep from him.

You haven't given us those reasons, so I'm not going to speculate. But I'm going to point out: a jury of twelve people unanimously found him guilty - and they didn't opt for second degree or manslaughter, but clearly found all of the elements of first-degree murder. And the Minnesota Court of Appeals heard his appeal - and upheld his conviction. The Minnesota Supreme Court declined to hear his case based on the trial record. The U.S. Supreme Court declined to hear the case as well. So he was found guilty by a jury, and three higher level courts reviewed the conviction and declined to overturn it. And bear in mind - there's no question that Chauvin DID the acts that caused Floyd's death. The question was purely legal - did those acts amount to murder? I'll note this: when the death and videos first hit the news, the Louisiana (my home state)'s legislature was in session and some aspects of criminal justice reform were under discussion. At the time, the primary opponent to much of those reforms was a legislator who was a former deputy sheriff, who'd spent his entire career in law enforcement. He was (and is) the antithesis of a "those poor criminals" type of legislator, and he frequently sponsored bills to expand the reach of criminal law AND to protect law enforcement officers' rights and due process. And he stood on the floor of the House and said he'd watched the videos and they made him sick to his stomach, and that the officer involved belonged in prison for a long, long time, if not the rest of his life. I'll take his opinion over yours.

Um... Derek Chauvin was *literally* convicted of murdering George Floyd. Were you unaware of that?

Was horny again and was looking for guys on the apps. Quite early this builder guy messaged me needing to dump his load. Of course I could refuse. He wanted me blindfolded on the bed ass up. I obliged. He came in fucked, dumped his load and left. Not long after a regular fuck buddy of mine messaged me that he’s horny. He came over and fucked me good. He’s a heavy cummer s and the cum was already running out of my hole. He usually fucks me twice but I didn’t have enough time. At lunch I messaged this Latino guy on Romeo he was down to fuck my cummy hole. At the same time I was messaging another regular who loves fucking me preloaded. After the Latino came and dumped his load I went to my regular. He was already hard when I got there. He fucked me and licked my hole. When he dumped his load and pulled out there was a big puddle of cum on the floor.

As long as everything else is working properly, I don’t care how many, or few, little guys are swimming around. I have no desire to have kids. Adopting would be best anyway. We don’t need any additional little humans running around. Let’s take care of those who aren’t wanted first.

My response is a little late, and for that I am regretful. BUT... First of all, Nick Fuentes, as a white nationalist, is pretty ignorant from the get go. Add the anti-Jewish propaganda, the incel admissions, the general victimhood mentality, and you see how I wanna tell him - "so why did we Stop the Steal?" - Because you're stupid. "Why did anyone go to jail?" - Because they're STUPID!!! "It would’ve been good to know that before (I) had all my money frozen, put on a no-fly list, banned from everything, lost all my bank and payment processing.”" - you have never had to pay for any of your actions, have you, Fuentes? You have never had any consequences come to bite you in the ass before, have you? Working against the Federal Government has consequences, and this one is a doozy.

Yes, I have met at least 7 of them.

guy on sniffies, just now, so hot, my hole still leakin he said he was finishing up a game with a buddy, but would come over he came over picked me up, and took me to a dark area in the trailer park i was wearing sum slutty bottoms and he fucked me outside his car, after he came in my ass i walked home so hot, need more tho

Don't be the guy that brings bright light into the darkroom.

Part 1 — Seduction This was our third summer as a couple, and we decided to rent a house with friends in Ptown to celebrate James’ 28th birthday. He’d been to Ptown several times in the past, and loved the energy of the town during high season. Days spent on the beach, biking, carousing at Tea Dance, and clubbing at night. Rinse and repeat. We started our week in Ptown with a beach day. Our group trudged across the hot dunes to Boys Beach where we could shuck our clothes and lay out naked. Despite his superior looks and body, James wasn’t one to go naked in public often, preferring to keep a certain level of mystery. He stripped down to a black speedo. His speedo followed the contours of his firm ass, and hinted at the large cock tucked into the ample pouch. James was charismatic, athletic, and stood at 5’11” with black hair and a caramel tan. He had been a triathlete in college, and retained that physique. Tall with strong shoulders, well developed pecs, and solid legs built by years of running, biking, and swimming. He had competed right through college, but decided upon a different career. He was confident in his body, but not cocky. I had been drawn to his looks the moment we met through a mutual friend, and still relished seeing him naked any chance I got. His previous boyfriend had kept him under lock and key, chastising him if he appeared shirtless in public, and never allowed him to wear a speedo or dance shirtless. All that changed with me. He’d found the liberation he didn’t even know he was seeking. James laid out beside me in the full sun, enjoying the heat on his skin and the feel of the sand around his feet. There was a steady parade of men streaming onto the beach, and we shared some discreet comments among ourselves from our spot at the base of the dune. The buffet was tantalizing, sporting a wide range of body types and ages. People were spread out across the beach with plenty of space between enclaves of blankets and umbrellas. After about an hour, one brave soul set down his towel about 10 yards from us. He was nicely built with a deep tan and thick hair. He stripped down and sat on his towel, settling into the routine of people watching. After he’d settled in, a couple of our friends went over to meet him and make small talk. James followed a few minutes later, joining the conversation. I watched his body language, and that of the new guy on the beach. The new guy stood and shook hands with James, then stood chatting for awhile. When our friends came back to the blankets, James lingered, both men crouching down in the sand. The stranger rested a hand on James’ shoulder just before James came back to our blanket. He was very animated as he started talking. “His name is Martin. He lives in the US, but is originally from Britain.” James loves an accent on a sexy man. “And guess what? He’s in the entertainment industry!” James went on in some detail – more than I was honestly interested in – about Martin’s accomplishments and notoriety. As I half-listened, more interested in my card game with friends on their adjoining blanket, I recognized a couple of the titles he rattled off. James went on for about an hour, even as we all went down to the water for a swim. Martin wandered down and swam with us. We had a pleasant group conversation, lot of laughter, and spontaneous flirting. I was entertained by a playful competition among James and a couple of our friends for Martin’s attention. Martin was very handsome, and his body was nicely defined. Not over developed, but he was someone who clearly ate healthy and had a long-term exercise regimen. He was closer to my height, shorter than James by a few inches. His black hair was thick on top with shaved sides for the summer, with some flecks of gray adding character. His accent was admittedly sexy, and he spoke with an assured confidence from years of public life. I noted he avoided the sexualized banter a few friends introduced, and preferred to keep the conversation more neutral. He shared he had rented a house for the season, and his long-term partner was in and out for the summer – away currently. We were back and forth to the water a few times, and Martin often came to join us. He and James were sharing stories of their respective professional backgrounds. Martin was probably in his late 40s, given his accomplishments and the timeline he was painting. James was clearly star struck. His hand found its way to resting on Martin’s shoulder more frequently, and his body language brought them closer together in the water. By mid-afternoon we packed up to get ready for our first Tea Dance of the week – the official presentation of contestants in the week’s competition to find love – either temporary or longer term. At the house showered and picked out our “coming out” outfits for Tea. Tea Dance is always busy on a Saturday, and today was no exception. We ran into unexpected friends from prior trips and even a friend from college. After a few cocktails, our group migrated to the dance floor for the final hour. Shirts were off and the bodies were packed in against one another. Put a lot of barely dressed gay men together on a dance floor and you’ll always gets sexualized energy. I noticed that Martin had arrived and made his way onto the dance floor. He and James were dancing together, the crowd pushing them closer together. After a few minutes, hands were tentatively exploring one another, and finally arms were around them as they danced together. James felt the hard muscles of Martin’s abs pressing against his own, and felt his cock stirring as Martin ran his hand down his lower back and squeezed James’ ass. “Ohhhhh,” James breathed, barely audible with the music playing overhead; but Martin heard it, and smiled in response. “Someone likes that,” this time squeezing James tight ass with both hands. Martin leaned his face into James’ and kissed him briefly, then followed with a longer, deeper kiss. The two wrapped themselves around one another amid the throng of men dancing, immersed in a private moment of exploration. They then separated and began dancing again, their eyes holding one another, hands casually exploring one another’s upper body. As Tea wrapped up, the two walked up the driveway together, hand in hand. I wondered if James and Martin might not slip away together, but they only talked a moment and then Martin left. James was giddy the rest of the evening. At dinner he often brought up Martin. We all headed out for drinks that night before finally landing at A-House for more dancing. James was dressed casually, with shorts, sneakers and a tight fitting T-shirt. The place was muggy with the summer heat, despite some air conditioning. Everyone was quickly shirtless, dancing, and covered in a sheen of sweat. I eventually wandered outside for a drink and some slightly cooler air. When I came back, Martin had found James on the dance floor. He was also shirtless, wearing a tight pair of black shorts and matching shoes. There was clearly chemistry between them that was simmering. Martin had his hands on James’ bare waist, and James was running his hands up and down Martin’s fuzzy chest. Their movements had a stronger sexual connection, and at times Martin turned James around to grind against his ass. James’ closed his eyes, caught up in the intense sexual energy of Martin grinding his pelvis against his ass. Each knew what the other was saying through their movements. James took a break once around midnight, stopping by our group gathered on the back deck having drinks. He was covered in sweat and smiling from ear-to-ear, looking positively radiant. There were some thinly veiled jealous remarks from one of our friends, to which James just winked before returning to his sexually charged tease on the dance floor. Martin and James kissed more frequently that last hour, their hands never leaving the other’s body. The DJ announced last call to the crowded club. Martin slipped a hand down the back of James shorts; James face was lost in ecstasy, and he stopped dancing altogether as the intense sensations of Martin tenderly probing his hole took him. His breathing was suddenly more intense; he half opened his eyes and stared into Martin’s face. Martin was very deliberate in his motion, tenderly massaging the sphincter. James’ hole felt very smooth, and Martin used the trickles of sweat rolling off James’ back to lubricate his finger and gingerly penetrate him. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make James’ head explode. He reached down and kissed Martin furiously. “I think it’s time to go,” Martin said into James’ ear. “I have something I want to give you.” James nodded silently. Martin withdrew his hand from James’ shorts, took the younger man’s hand, and lead him out of the bar. They walked hand-in-hand down Commercial Street, passing the growing throng in front of Spiritus without stopping or even making eye contact with anyone else. They were focused on one another. I followed along a short distance behind, totally turned on by seeing my boyfriend being lead away by this other man, witnessing the sexual energy developing between them. They walked into the West End of town, zig-zagging a couple blocks until reaching what seemed to be Martin’s rental for the summer. It was a nice house, somewhat private, with a wrap-around porch. Martin lead James inside, closing the screen door behind them, but leaving the wooden door open for circulation. He and James kissed, long and deep, finally free of the watchful eyes of others (well, except mine). They were still in only their shorts and sneakers, which were quickly peeled away and discarded on the living room floor. I kicked off my shoes and padded silently across the porch – it seemed to circle the entire house. I could hear Martin and my boyfriend inside, still standing in the living room, now completely naked. Martin’s hands were firmly on James’ ass, massaging it slowly. James had draped his arms over Martin’s shoulders, reveling in their kiss and Martin’s tender massaging. After many long minutes, Martin broke their embrace and lead James toward the back of the house. The back of the house was dark, until a single light appeared in a tiny window. James appeared to be using the bathroom, while Martin moved to the bedroom in the far corner of the house. One by one, a series of candles were lit around the room, spreading a warm light across a large bed with light linens. Martin stepped closer to the window I was now standing outside, and I could see his naked body illuminated in the expanding candlelight. His cock was pointing straight ahead, at least 7 inches with a hefty girth. Martin felt the cool night air blowing in through the windows in the room, and stepped up to each to open them all the way. I stood frozen in the porch shadows, holding my breath. There wasn’t much room between the bed and the windows, just enough to get out of the bed. After opening the bedroom windows, Martin turned around just as James stepped into the room. James was naked, his own thick cock that I knew so intimately was standing fully erect at 7 ½ inches. His muscular body was also glazed in the warm candlelight. Martin felt desire rising in him again, examining James’ body as it moved across the room. James’ toned legs and torso were youthful and finely sculpted. He had noticed James right away on the beach. James had shared he was traveling with his boyfriend, but Martin was pleasantly surprised to find that didn’t seem to be a barrier to his plans. James had responded to his careful ministrations on both dance floors, and now he was here offering himself to Martin. Martin wrapped his arms around James’ waist, pulling him in. He tilted his head upward and kissed him, feeling James’ muscles tighten and then relax, almost melting in his embrace. James was taller than him, beautifully toned and athletically sculpted, masculine with a hot face, and much younger – a bit more than 20 years. Martin’s favorite combination. James was star struck – Martin recognized it – and knew what it offered him tonight. James was held captive by the intense sexual energy between them, his body quivering each time Martin tenderly traced his finger tips along the sides of his body. Martin reached back, warming James’ ass cheeks with the palms of his hands, and then slowly introduced a finger to begin probing again. James groaned quietly, his body weight leaning more heavily on Martin. “You’re the hottest guy in town this week,” he said quietly in the gently moving night air. James just looked at him. “I could say the same thing.” He added pressure against James’ soft hole, making the young man groan with pleasure, his eyes closing and head rolling back slightly as he pressed his body against Martin’s. He’s already surrendered, Martin thought to himself with a smile. His cock felt even harder now, relishing James’ slow submission and anticipating what he was going to do to this incredibly beautiful young man. “Let’s move to the bed,” he suggested, taking James’ hand and leading him to the silky linens. He unexpectedly spun James around and tossed him onto the bed. James slid across the silky sheets, grinning wildly at the sudden domination, his body somewhat awkwardly half-spinning on the slick surface, his legs in the air until he found his equilibrium again. Martin moved like a tiger, crawling onto the bed and over James’ naked body. He settled his weight on top of James, pushing him into the mattress, and kissed him again. James groaned in bliss. Martin was grinding his body against James, and James’ body was wrapping itself around Martin’s. Their bodies were silhouetted against the white linens, and they moved in the tight grip of desire. James felt the weight of Martin’s body pressed into him, the heat of his skin was tantalizing, and he desperately wanted more. James wasn’t touching his ass at the moment, and James was aware of how intensely it wanted to be touched. Martin sat up and rolled to James side. James stared at the magnificent body glowing in the candlelight. He couldn’t put words to it in his head, but Martin was the sexiest man he’d ever encountered – but even more than sexy. Martin rolled to the side of the bed, opening a draw in the nightstand, and pulling out some items. Then he picked up one of the glasses he’d set down when he first came into the room to light the candles. He took a sip, then another. He rolled back toward James, and tenderly caressed his face. “You are just beautiful,” he said softly. “Not as beautiful as you,” James responded. His eyes were locked in Martin’s. He’s mine, Martin thought. Martin’s hand slowly moved down the length of James’ torso, eliciting a soft moan. “I love your body. I loved watching you today. Every thing you did was so captivating.” He leaned in closer and kissed James again. “Before we go further, I just want to be sure you know I am positive.” James didn’t know what to say in that moment. His head was immersed in the intense sexual energy. His body felt completely supple and was craving more of Martin’s touch. “Okay,” was all he could muster to say in that moment. He knew he should say something more, but couldn’t. Martin rolled on top of him. James surrendered to the feeling of Martin’s amazing body against his own. Martin pinned his wrists above his head and began kissing his neck. James gasped, the thrill of being restrained made his heart pound faster, and he instinctively wrapped his powerful legs around Martin’s. James started to grind his rock hard cock against the older Brit’s. Martin immediately returned the grinding. James started to writhe beneath him. “Oh fuck!” James exclaimed, so loudly I could clearly hear him on the porch, and wondered about the neighbors. “That’s it,” Martin said tenderly. “That’s it, James. Give yourself to me. Just let go. Can you do that? Are you giving yourself to me?” James was panting heavily now. “Yes!” He breathed hard. “Take me! I want you to take my ass, Martin!”

[Note to readers: I wrote this story as audio porn. For fun, copy the text into a program like Word with a “read aloud” feature and listen. That way you can also edit any way you like. Have fun!] *** Hi Andy. Come on in. You must be wondering why I invited you to meet me in a hotel room. No sweetie. It isn’t that. I may be your ex-girlfriend but I’m now a happily married woman, and I don’t cheat on my husband. Besides, after our recent conversation, I couldn’t have any interest in you. After all, you confessed that you’re actually gay and you’ve been hiding it from your wife for years. I could never have sex with a gay man. It would just be too weird. But I decided I had to help you come to grips with your true sexuality. You look puzzled. Let me explain. I’ve arranged for one of my gay friends, Kyle, to meet us here. He’s going to help you explore your desire for other men. I know this is very sudden. But as a friend who loves you, I knew I had to push you to be who you really are. Trust me: this is going to be the best afternoon of your life. Let me tell you a little about Kyle. He’s really handsome, very masculine, a no-doubt-about-it top. You said you like to fantasize about bottoming for an alpha male. He totally fits the bill. Oh, one more thing: Kyle is HIV positive and he isn’t on meds or PrEP. He even has one of those tattoos. You know – the poison symbol. Of course, if you insist, he can always use a rubber. Why don’t we wait to see how it goes. He’s downstairs in the lobby. I’ll text him. While we wait, pour yourself a drink. It will help you relax. I want you to do one more thing for me. You said you have a strong feminine side. I want you to let it out today. Here – I want you to wear my watch and my engagement ring. Go ahead, put them on. Oh, how adorable! They’re so pretty. I wasn’t sure the ring would fit, but you have small hands, rather girlish. *** That must be Kyle at the door. I’ll let him in. Hi, Kyle. This is Andy. Andy, say hi to Kyle. Why don’t you two get acquainted and…oh my! That was some kiss! I guess gay men don’t waste any time when they hook up. Andy, do you want me to leave? No? Are you sure? Good. I was hoping you’d let me stay and watch. Sweetie, when you take off your clothes, please wear my watch and ring. They look so cute on you. Don’t you think so Kyle? Makes him look like a real sissy? Is it OK to call Andy a sissy? I thought that was a slur. Oh, I get it. A top can call his bottom a sissy. It’s really sexy to watch two gay men making out. I’m getting turned on like I do when I watch gay porn. I’ve always wanted to watch a man suck another man’s cock. Andy, would you please go down on Kyle for me? He does have an amazing dick. Yes, Andy, get on your knees. Oh, that’s just so precious! Andy, it seems so natural for you to have a cock in your mouth. Kyle has such a big cock. Doesn’t he, Sweetie? I know, I know – you can’t talk with a cock in your mouth. No need. I can see how much you like it. And how much Kyle likes it too. Kyle, don’t choke him! I love watching you fuck Andy’s throat but remember this is his first time. He probably just practiced on his dildo, not the real thing. I’m going to take some pics with my phone. Hope you don’t mind. Andy, I’ll send these to you later. Hope I don’t mix up your phone number with your wife’s. Just kidding, sweetie. *** Kyle why are you stopping? I was hoping to get a shot of your cum on Andy’s face. Oh. I get it: you’re going to fuck him now! OK. I’ve never seen a guy lick another man’s ass before. Andy, do you like Kyle’s tongue in your tight hole? From the expression on your face and your moaning, I guess so. My watch and engagement ring look so cute on you when you grip the pillow. Do they make you feel like a sissy? Uh-huh? Oh, Kyle stopped to get some lube. I guess he’s about to fuck you, sweetie. What? A condom? Kyle, do you have a rubber? No? Well, Andy what do you want to do? Hold my hand, sweetie, and look at me. I think you should just let it happen. Yes, I mean bareback. Don’t let the moment pass. You’ve wanted this for too long. Great decision. Go ahead, Kyle. *** No worries, sweetie. That was just his first try at penetration. Yes, Andy, Kyle is very big. I know it hurts at first. But you can do this for me. You want to, don’t you? Kyle, what should Andy do? Good. Sweetie, you heard that, right? Relax and breathe. Kyle is going to pump your cock, too as his dick pushes into you. Ooo! There it goes. I can see the head of his dick is in past your sphincter. How does that feel? It burns, huh? Very warm, too. Kinda nice. Or maybe even really nice. You like the fullness, don’t you? I thought so. I’m going to go around to Kyle’s side for some photographs. God, that’s incredible. Andy, it’s like your ass was made for Kyle’s cock. It’s incredible to see him slide so deep inside you Andy. He’s almost to the base of his cock. You’re going to love these photos. Aren’t you glad you decided to let him fuck you bareback, sweetie? I knew it. Kyle, I think he’s ready for you to go faster. Yes, that’s it. Andy, he’s really starting to pound your ass now. Don’t you feel like a little bitch? Isn’t this what you always dreamed of? Do you like it better this way, on your belly? Kyle’s weight on top of you. He’s so strong, so manly. Don't you love being so submissive to your partner? I think he’s getting close now. God, I just love the sound of his balls slapping against your ass! What a hot, sexy, sound! Fuck him, Kyle! Fuck him! Fill his cunt with your toxic seed. Oh, yes! Yes! That’s it! Can you feel that, Andy? Kyle just pozzed you. Can you feel the wetness? Don’t pull out Kyle. Let your seed impregnate him with little toxic babies. Andy wasn’t that perfect? Aren’t you happy that Kyle didn’t cover himself? That seemed like such a big load. I think you’re going to convert from just that one load. You guys probably need a little rest before you go again. I’m going to leave now, but why don't you stay together all night? Sweetie, you can give me back my ring and watch tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell my husband why I’m not wearing them. He always said he thought you were a faggot. Your wife? What about her? I know, Andy. But just text her and make an excuse. And then plan your next date with Kyle. You two make such a cute couple.

At long last, Friday had arrived. It had been a helluva week – deadlines and fire drills, and my boss breathing down my neck the whole time – so when I finally shut down my laptop, the relief swept over me like a tidal wave and my entire body sagged into my chair, spent. As mentally exhausted as I was, a singular thought had run through my mind and kept me going all week: Friday night meant going to the bookstore and taking cock after cock until my mind went numb. And it wasn’t just any bookstore. I had purposely chosen a remote job so I could choose the city to live in, rather than being tied to an office. The city I had selected – surprise! – happened to be home to one of the largest adult bookstores and men’s clubs, maybe in the country. It was massive, with a store that must have been 10,000 square feet, along with a huge arcade with more than 50 booths, a 100-seat theater that screened only the most recent porn films (mostly bareback), and three different public rooms. And that was just the first floor! Upstairs, a labyrinth of narrow corridors wound its way through a maze of small private rooms, each with a bed, small table and sink. At the end nearest the stairs and elevator, a large bathroom contained plenty of shower space and even a few enema wands for we bottoms to get and stay ready to take cock for as long as we wanted to be there. I willed myself out of my chair and grabbed an energy drink off the desk as I headed to my bedroom. I slugged the entire can and then hopped in the shower, making sure to clean out and get myself spic-and-span inside and out. I hadn’t eaten in a day and a half, so there should be no reason to have to hit the showers at the club. I wanted to spend as much time in a popper fog, taking cocks and loads and not thinking about anything that had happened during the prior week. The club was busy when I got there, and it wasn’t even five o’clock. A lot of guys tended to make quick stops on their way home – to take a load, or dump one – before heading home to their families. The place would be mostly empty by about six, but by eight o’clock guys would be streaming in, and the real fun would begin. As for me, I liked the quiet time. It was kind of like the calm before the storm, a chance to get situated and ready for all the fun to be had. My usual M.O. was to grab a private room upstairs from the front desk, peel off my clothes and leave most of my things in a locker on the main floor, then explore. Often, I wore nothing more than my sneakers and a jock strap, my pre-lubed hole out and ready for any top who wanted to bend me over. I meandered through the arcade area, watching the guys in business suits and wedding rings going in and out of the booths. One guy exited a booth wiping at his jacket lapel, spreading a big cum stain that I hoped for his sake would dry before he got home. Amateur. Next I wandered into the theater. On the screen was a scrawny twink with a huge cock that was rock-hard. It flopped from side to side as he bounced up and down on not one, but two huge black cocks. True to form, there wasn’t a condom in sight. I found myself wondering if either of the tops he was riding might secretly be poz. Certainly they were tearing up his insides well enough that a little bug would be able to sneak in, if it happened to be seeping out in someone’s pre-cum. As I watched the movie, I felt someone slide up behind me. Two big, meaty hands slipped under my arms to squeeze my nipples – which I fucking love – and I felt a hard cock poking into one of my ass cheeks. I reached behind me and rubbed the man’s stiff cock, then slid his zipper down, reached into his pants, and freed it. I estimated it to be about five or six inches, but it was girthy as fuck – a fat hog that would give me a healthy gape to start the evening. I lined up the tip to my hole and pushed back, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck as he sighed with pleasure. His cock slid inside me with no trouble, and I relished the spasms of my sphincter as it attempted to swallow something so thick. My anonymous friend began to fuck me in rhythm with the twink on the screen. Each time he impaled himself on those two huge shafts, the guy behind me pushed himself in balls deep. I bent over slightly and grabbed the door jamb for a little extra support. His heavy pants felt warm and moist on my neck as he worked himself closer to completion, and at last, with a gasp, he exploded deep inside me. Soon the pulses subsided and he slipped his cock out, zipping up and beating a hasty retreat. I never even turned around, just winked at one of the other regulars who had been looking on. He gave me a big grin in response. Knowing what he was into, I called him over with a slight nod. Obediently, he got on his knees behind me and I felt his tongue on my hole. I pushed the stranger’s load out into his hungry mouth, momentarily savoring the sensation of his tongue probing for the last few drops before I moved on. The crowd was beginning to thin, and the first two public rooms proved to be empty. In the third, however, stood a huge bull of a man. He must have been at least six foot six with broad shoulders and massive biceps straining against the sleeves of a white t-shirt. His entire body seemed to be sculpted out of solid granite. His clean-shaven head and thick, long goatee gave him a slightly sinister air to add to the overall effect. “Who the fuck is that?” I asked another regular who was standing nearby, admiring him. “You don’t know who that is?” he asked incredulously. “The guy’s famous around here. They call him Pozzy Bear.” The reference to a children’s show character seemed a bit ridiculous when applied to such a colossal figure, and I chuckled. “It’s no joke,” he said. “That guy has the magic touch. Some say all he has to do is look at someone and they get HIV. You’re guaranteed poz if he unloads inside you. For real.” I could see how the man’s stature might feed any number of myths about his prowess. Still, I found myself wondering how I could have missed meeting someone who evidently spent time in one of my favorite haunts. So, I decided to ask. “What are you doing?” the other guy hissed as I strode toward the hulk. I ignored him. “Hi,” I said, approaching Pozzy Bear. “I’m Jay.” “Richard,” he replied. “But you can call me Pozzy Bear.” Was Pozzy Bear a persona that perhaps he had cultivated for himself? I decided to probe. “Where did that name come from?” I asked, maybe a little more directly than I had intended. The hulking figure remained silent, instead scanning me with his eyes from head to foot. At length, he spoke. “Get a room and I’ll show you.” Instantly my curiosity was piqued. “Got one,” I said, holding up the key I had fastened to the strap of my jock. “Lead the way.” He followed me up the stairs, and though he was always a few steps behind me. I made sure to wiggle my ass as a tease, but his eyes were level with my shoulder blades and I’m not even sure he noticed from that height. We arrived at the room and stepped inside. A single dim lamp burned on the table, providing the perfect ambiance for an anonymous breeding session. I turned to face him and he was already removing his shirt. I have no idea how I didn’t see it through his shirt, but metal nipple piercings shone through a matt of rich, dark chest hair that nearly obscured biohazard tattoos that encircled each nipple. He lowered his pants to reveal a scorpion tattooed on the front of his left hip. And hanging just to the right of it was one of the most massive cocks I have ever seen. Flaccid, it reached half-way down his thighs – perhaps ten or eleven inches – and was approximately the diameter of my wrist. I was so shocked that my body didn’t know how to react. My mouth began to salivate and my hole twitched, but in between my stomach had twisted itself into knots at the thought of that monster invading a hole that nature had intended as an exit. “I need to hear you say you want it,” he said matter-of-factly. I summoned up some courage and fought to keep the butterflies in my stomach at bay. “I want it,” I responded. “I want it!” “No,” he replied firmly. “I need to hear the words.” I realized what he meant. “I want your poz load.” He nodded. “Better.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, then pushed me onto the bed like I was a rag doll. I was on my stomach, and before I could get up into the usual doggy-style position he held me down, one hand on my back as he straddled my legs with his knees. I heard the cap of a lube bottle click, and cold liquid running down the crack of my ass. He began rubbing the tip up and down, occasionally coming into contact with my pucker and sending shivers up my spine. Then came the invasion that a part of me dreaded and part of me hungered for. He placed the tip in contact with my hole and pushed. I opened easily for him at first, and I felt the tip pop in with no issue. He continued to push relentlessly, that massive shaft stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched before. I felt a burning sensation as my anus and rectum rebelled against the invader, causing me to whimper in pain and try to pull away. But his hand held me firmly in place, while he continued pushing his way into my guts with a steady pressure. Soon the tip of his cock had arrived at my second hole, but rather than slowing he kept pushing his way inside. By now I was grasping the bedsheet so tightly that I was on the verge of tearing it to shreds, and my mouth had clamped down on the thin, dusty pillow to keep from screaming. Still, he kept pushing. It was as though he was trying to fuck my very soul. At last the pressure eased, and I felt his balls touching mine. I had heard the term “rearrange my guts” before, and had even used it myself, but absolutely nothing I had ever experienced before compared to what was happening to me in that moment. Without a sound, Richard – Pozzy Bear – began to rhythmically fuck my ass. The burning sensation continued and even intensified as he slid in and out over and over. Then, without warning, he pulled completely out! In an instant I went from the fullest I had ever been, to empty and desperate to feel him inside me again. I couldn’t believe my ears as I heard myself say, “Put it back in, please!” The lube bottle cap snapped again, and he drizzled a generous amount into my gaping hole. He took a moment to rub some on the tree trunk he was using to fuck me, then slid back inside me – all the way, and very quickly. My body bucked involuntarily, but his steady hand again held me in place, forcing me to endure the onslaught. I adjusted more quickly to his presence inside me this second time, no doubt aided by the copious amount of lube he had used. Placing one hand on the bed on either side of me, he locked his legs into mine and pressed more of his weight down onto my back, and proceeded to jackhammer my hole relentlessly. That massive tool slid in and out, in and out, his solid, muscular stomach slapping against my back each time it did. My body had finally adjusted to his size, and I was enjoying his ministrations. The pre-cum ran from my cock and soaked the sheet beneath me. I even found myself bucking back to meet his thrusts, taking him deep and hard. Finally, he growled in my ear, “I’m gonna poz you, slut.” “Do it!” I cried out. “Poz me! Give me your poz load!” With an animalistic howl he drove his hips against mine and held still, pumping his load deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. For a few moments he remained motionless, then collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. I could barely breathe, but I knew that when he moved that magnificent cock would slip out of me, and that was something I wanted to avoid for as long as I could, so I stayed like that. After a few minutes of shallow breathing, I felt him stir and lift his bulk off me then, disappointingly, his cock slid out. A cold trail of cum and lube dribbled down my balls, adding to the wetness of the sheet caused by my pre-cum. “You should see some positive results within a month or so,” he said as he got dressed. “Nice hole. Too bad I probably ruined you for any other cock.” With that, he slipped out the door, leaving it open behind him. I turned and saw several faces staring in from the hall. Front and center was the regular from downstairs who had told me about Pozzy Bear. “Bet you thought that what I told you downstairs was a myth,” he said with a smirk, “when in fact, that man is a legend!”

Love going to a bar, club or party, where dudes are fucking on the dance floor.

Not to mention the elephant in the room, but why would you need an eye mask in a dark room?

I also started with Older Men, My fist was in his 60s, while I was a Boy, loved every minute of it!!! Later on Used to belong to a group where all the men were 50 up, what a great time, most were in their 60s to late 80s!!!! If anyone likes to chat about these things please DM me and we can phone chat!!!

If there was one, I wish it would be my former supervisor at the post office. 😂

When the older top looking intensely into my eyes, saying let me in boy, let daddy in boy ….while his cock is poking at my hole. Once the head lodged into the tight hole, daddy smiles and saying that my boy……, my hole and entire body open and accepted his conquered. It turns me on every time…..

Can't believe it's ME of all people asking this, but "M"? What's M? As in Molly - MDMA? Meth? Methadrone? Marijuana is obviously out, but in more than 40 years of sex with some enhancements (20 of those regularly with enhancements) I have never heard of anything referred to as "M", MDMA I've always heard referred to as Molly, XTC, E, Ecstasy, even X but never M, nor have I ever heard Meth described with the "M", T, Tina, Crystal, Miss T, xtina, yes but no M. Methodrone doesn't get used much around here, so maybe that's it... Enlighten please?

I got my sexual education from older men in bathhouses. Love how sexually free and creative they are. Nothing better than being on my back with a hairy daddy barebacking me, deep kissing me, and talking dirty in my ear.

Particularly for foreign affairs. It's one thing to put out a domestic policy agenda that will differ from, or go beyond, what Biden has put in place - that's internal to the US. But as a nation we need to speak with one voice (Trump's constant interference with foreign affairs not withstanding).

Eating ass and sucking cock gets me back in the mood pretty quick after I blow a load. I guess I better enjoy the last year of my 30's before I re-learn how to keep my hornies active 😅

Yes once in Dallas I always thought office boy was gay but really found out at club Dallas he came in my room and fucked me After he was done the whispered “ nice ass enjoy my cum see you Monday “

Chapter 10 – And So It Ends Chapters 1 through 9 tell about a hot session with Steven, Jason, and me. Steven and I are old friends but Jason was new to the mix. Steven knew that I had lusted over Jason’s hairy body at the gym and surprised me by having him join us. We’ve all been fucked, fingered, fisted, and more. Jason told us that he needed to leave in a little while, but he wanted another crack at my ass before going. I was fine with that idea. He wanted to smoke some more before we got down to it again, which was also fine with me. Steven said he’d be happy to watch, which was when we realized he was still wearing the blindfold. Jason removed it from Steven’s eyes and told him how excited he was by watching the two of us play. We spent some time blowing clouds and sharing them with each other. There was fondling and fingering happening too. It’s always fun when you get a good group of guys together and we knew that we had found a solid trio. Eventually, Jason told me to get my ass in the sling. I happily did so. He sat down on the stool at the foot of the sling, and Steven pulled up another chair nearby. Jason lubed up his hands and worked a few fingers into my hole. It opened easily for him. The T, all the earlier fisting, the dildo I had been riding while Jason fisted Steven, had me ready for him. He quickly had all four fingers from each hand inside my hole, stretching and working it open. He grabbed the lube so that he could reapply more to his hands. I grabbed the poppers since I figured that he’d be sliding his hand in me soon. Once he was lubed up, I took a few hits from the brown bottle, looked down at him, and nodded. He pushed his hand into my ass, taking it slow so that I would feel every bit of his hand. He paused briefly when his knuckles had me at the biggest stretch. I let him hold it there for a moment, then I moved my ass down in the sling, taking his all the way into my ass. Damn, this man knew his way around an ass. He was kind of wiggling his hand around inside me while also working it deeper into me. Jason kept looking up at me to make sure that I was OK with what he was doing, and I kept nodding my consent. He kept wigging and pushing until he got most of his forearm inside me. Then, he moved his fingers back and forth, going from a fist to a fully extended hand. This always feels great to me since I get a good rubdown in my ass and a great sense of fullness when he is in a fisted position. Each time he pulled his fingers back into a fist, he crawled a little bit further into my ass. Jason kept at the for a while until he looked up at me and said, “I’m in up to my elbow.” I knew he was deep, but I didn’t realize that he had gotten that far into my ass. His arm felt great inside me, and I was happy to have taken it. I flexed the muscles of my ass against his arm, prompting a chuckle from him. “I guess you like it!” Fuck, yeah, I did. Knowing that this sexy stud that I had lusted after from afar was now buried in my ass was thrilling. I had always enjoyed seeing him at the gym, but we had only ever traded glances and a few words. Now, I knew that this handsome and hairy stud was a partier, a fister, and an all-around nice guy. “I’m gonna pull back. Let me know if you want me to stop.” Before he started, I sniffed the poppers again. Since this was likely to be the end of our session, I might as well go all in. Once I was in a poppers haze, Jason began to pull his hand back. He now knew that I liked a slow extraction, and he was giving me some amazing sensations as his paw slithered through my ass. He would pause at various spots and twist and tremble his hand. The shaking motion was outrageous, and my cock responded by pumping out more fluids. I scooped up some and swallowed them down, and then Steven took my dick in his mouth for any more that came out. Jason didn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he got to the point where the thickest part of his hand was at my hole, and then he pushed back in again. I reached down to spread my ass open for him so that he could drive as deep as he wanted. He slowly worked his hand all the way into me again, then pulled back. He repeated this motion a few times, giving me some wonderful feelings and letting me feed Steven some tasty fluids from my cock. I tapped Steven’s head and motioned for him to suck Jason’s dick for a while. He moved away from me and knelt down near the stool. Jason moved forward a bit to let Steven get his cock in his mouth, all while he continued to fist me. Jason moaned with pleasure when Steven sucked him in, and then he started a back-and-forth motion, fucking Steven’s mouth. Jason’s hand was still inside me, and those motions were translated to his hand in my ass. It felt great for me, and I’m sure Jason enjoyed it too. Jason looked down and saw that Steven’s cock was hard. Keeping his hand inside me, he stood up and told Steven to fuck him. Steven got up, put some lube on his cock, and then shoved it into Jason’s hairy hole. Now, Jason was fisting me and getting fucked at the same time. It had to be an overwhelming feeling for him. Of course, the new angle from his standing gave me a whole new set of sensations from his fist. I slid down a little in the sling so that my ass was pointed upwards to him. This way, he could drive his fist into my ass from above. Steven had his cock in Jason, Jason had his hand in me, and it was spectacular. We all were in sync, so as Steven would plow into Jason, Jason would slide deeper into me. As Steven pulled back, Jason pulled back, too. It was so exciting to see Jason enjoying getting fucked while he was working over my ass. Steven was watching me get fisted while he was fucking Jason. And Jason was getting it from both ends. Steven eventually pulled out of Jason and collapsed on the chair. He then pushed the stool back in place, and Jason sat on it. He kept his hand inside me as he moved from standing to sitting so that his arm acted like a lever inside my ass. It felt fantastic as he moved around. He fist fucked me for a bit longer, but we were all wearing out. We had been at it for hours. Jason told me that he was pulling out. He slowly slid his hairy hand out of my ass, taking his time to rub the walls and especially my prostate as he moved through. When he was fully out, he rubbed my gaping hole and told me how great it felt to be inside me. I assured him that it felt wonderful from my end, too. Jason cleaned up a bit and got dressed. I was still relaxing in the sling when he was ready to leave. He came by to kiss me, and I told him I hoped to see him again soon at the gym. “You’ll see me there and back here again. Steven invited me to come over again next weekend.” You know I’ll be there too.

had 2 different lads round last night at separate times....both under 30......loaded by both and 2nd guy shoved my huge dildos up me for an hour afterwards - lovely.......tonight ive a friend popping in who fucks me very very hard/raw for 3 to 4 hours until im wrecked and stinking of his spunk.......ive just douched ready for him - pick him up in 30 mins - oink.

On Grindr, didn’t expected much and suddenly received a message saying “hi sweetie pablo here how you been? Want to come over tomorrow’s afternoon?have visitors from oversea” not sure if I know any Pablo but stayed cool and continued chatting. It turned out to be the guy I actually received three loads a year ago, remember it quite well as not many guys give three loads especially those over 50 years old. I gave him a thumb up, received an address, room number and time. It was a bit strange for 5pm meeting but didn’t ask why. Next day “Tuesday” arrived, knocked on the door, the guy opened it with a beautiful warm smile, “not Pablo” white hair, mustard and bearded. A classy looking older guy from Southern Europe, we hugged and kissed on both cheeks, introduced himself “Javier” he let me to the living room, nice suite with great views and spacious. I was expected at least 6/7 people showed up but perhaps I’m just a bit too early as saying to myself. After saying it, the bell rang, Javier excused himself and went to open the door, it was Pablo and two other guys. I got up the couch and was introduced to two new faces. We all sat and chatted about all things, after an hour of getting to know each other and a few drinks of vino, an old bearded guy had his arm over my shoulders and kept smiling at me. He turned to Pablo and said something in Italian, Pablo gave him a nod and wink. I could sense the handsome guy like me, I turned the smile, he immediately gave me a deep kiss, wow, sweet, the deep and passionate kiss was long and intense. Something different about the situation and the way he kissed and touched me. It was a natural chemistry, of taking time to explored each other minds, faces, agreement and gently tongue sucking. An interesting and never experienced anything like it, I grabbed his bulge and massaged it gently. The guy stopped me and took both my hands over his neck, he then unbuttoned my shirt to explored my chest, he stopped the kissing and gave me an approval smile. He lifted me up and took off my pants, to his surprise I had no underwear and my cock was rigid. Another approval smile. He turned me around to admire my backside and pulled me down to his laps. At that moment, I was facing Pablo and two other guys, the two new faces were feasting on Pablo big cock and balls. my guy hold me tightly, rocking me on his laps, kissing my neck, shoulders and sucking on my ears, I was a bit confused and didn’t expect anything like this. The guy was fully dress with long pants, sleeve shirt and shoes. The action across from me was excruciating, Pablo had his arms over the big sofa, being serviced by these good looking Spanish “mid thirties” clothes were still on, except Pablo. He was completely naked just like me. My guy whispered to my ears saying you like and squeezed my balls, it made me like 18 years old again. He called one of the guy over and lift both of my legs up. It exposed my asshole, the guy wasted no time munching and sucking. I felt release and loved the attention, meanwhile my bearded guy used him arms locked my knees and pulled them up to spread my ass more. He sucked on my neck, shoulders and ears much harder like an animal. The ways I used to, more possessive top and not overly aggressive one. The guy was amazing, he licked, sucked my hole, thighs, balls and swallowed my cock with no difficulty. Looked across from me, Pablo gave me a signals that he coming to us, the two Spanish guys got up and took their clothes off, wow good specimens and I wonder if they versatile or strictly bottom. Pablo pushed the sofa forward and met me with a juicy tongue fucking while thumb fucking my hole. I was all hot and more than ready to be fucked. Suddenly, bearded guy gently pushed on Pablo’s chest and said something in Italian. Pablo moved out and pushed the sofa back and laid on it, the two Spanish guys resumed the service. My guy signaled me to get up and led me to the bedroom. He lifted me up to the bed, took off his clothes very patiently. Not what I had expected, a well tone muscle, thick white hairy chest with a thick treasure trail lead to big white bushy pubic hair. Oh much older than I had imagined judging from the skin, muscle tone and hips bones. With big set of balls and the cock was long and covered with foreskin…… he lifted my legs up and very gently sucking, kissing ,chewing and licking on my already dilated hole. He continued feasting, munching for a long while and then he clawed up onto bed and position himself between my legs and met me with deep kissing. I could how much he wanted to penetrated me. His eyes were closed, tongue explored my throat, and his arms holding on me very tightly. A very romantic love making, his thighs pushing my legs up now, still kissing and pushing my ankles forward my ears, now it rang my bell what he intended to do. But no, he leaned forward again and completely wrapped his body on me tightly and deep kissing. His tongue did all the work, it felt like an eternity. His mustache, beard, and hairy chest rubbing my smooth hairless body. It turned pink, he noticed and approved with smile. Started to feel his balls and hairy bush grinder on my hole, as we were kissing and his breathing sounds a bit heavier and I felt the head of his penis poking and pushing into my hole, it went in, he pushed himself upward, leaned back and still holding my ankles. Just only the head went in, he positioned himself on the knee and spread my legs open wide. The devil got me all horny up and ready. He looked at me and looked at his cock, the sign of readiness. I smiled at him and nodded my head for approval. To my surprised, I felt tightness and lot of resistant. To this point, I hadn’t seen his cock and even touch it yet. He kept pushing onward and I felt a lot pressure….. a bit worry and horny. I tried to relax and he probably saw it, and leaned forward to give me big kiss. He made me feel like an amateur bottom. His body and limps were completely wrapped on me, my arms and hands were on his hairy back. A sudden jabbed at my hole and pulled out, the jabbing became more quickly and he slammed into me balls deep, OMG he held on my head and continued the kissing. It could be 3-4 minutes before, I was able to gently moved. I felt like a virgin. Once I was able to move a bit he started to grinding slowly and the pain still there and it felt like heat. We continued kissing while I rubbed on his hairy back. It actually felt quite good and also very different. He pulled his cock back and only head remained in the hole. Pushed himself up, sat on his knee, holding on my knees, and adjusted his position to fuck. Rubbing his cock and teasing it at my hole, admiring his handy work. At this point, I was consumed and he finally plugged his massive cock and I felt lightheaded. The cock slapping sound to my ass cheek, thighs and his balls hitting. He made love to my hole and owned it. Another level of fucking or love making, so intense, hard and yet fulfilling. It could be 30 minutes or more in the same position and my own cock was leaking crazily. Everything felt strange in a good ways, heat, sweating, hair, and tight up on my balls and I was feel like cumming and I cum heavily untouched. The old bearded guy was all covered with sweat and dripping onto me, he saw what happened , he speeded up, screamed in italian and suddenly pulled out and sprayed his massive load all over me. The Italian sausage was one of the longest and fat at the middle. He clawed over and collapsed on my chest, I held on him tight and rubbing his hairy back. After 5 minutes also, we untangled and admired each other body. Played with his chest, big balls and a very long cock in my experienced. Continued in bed holding me from behind like spooning , kissing and glued ourselves with his thick cum. He folded my legs, knees and brought them to my chest. Something was coming, rubbing his chest, hips and cock/balls onto me. Amazing feeling and wondered where this led to. He continued holding and romanticly gently kissing my shoulders, back, neck and head. He Whispered to my ears in Italian, no idea what he meant but I was willing to do whatever he wanted. He got of the bed with a big smile and gently pulled my legs to the bed’s edge, spreading my legs open and pushed it up, he lowered himself down to cleaned my cock, balls, and ate my asshole. I was in love, and the way he sucked and chewed on my ass lips was just beyond anyone had treated my hole. Came up from eating my hole with big smile and immediately jabbed his cock’s head into my hole….. he slowly penetrated into my hole and pulled it out slowly to every parts of my hole, got himself on the bed, gently signaled me to go on all fours, went behind me. Played with his cock, rubbing it all over my butt, legs and hole. Finally, he grabbed on my hips and delivered a full slammed. The sensation, naughtiness and horniness. He was digging, fucking and pushing to where no cock had been before and I was very pleased and please. He pulled and rubbing it in my back and Ass, “don’t want to orgasm “ he said. He licked and ate my ass, hole and back until his cock got softened. He flipped me on my back and clawed on top of me, we kissed and I played with his hairy chest and back for probably 20 minutes. He got hard again and this time I was determined to get his Load, I got on top and grabbed his hard cock and sat on it, with one loud slap, I got it all. I rode it and he was enjoying it….. until the point he had to cum and trying to push me off, no señor I needed you seeds, I got him, he bites his teeth and holding my arms as I pushing him down. The Bearded old man cum heavily as I continued grinding my ass and squeezing it to get all what he had to offered. The old man pulled me for the kiss, and I had two loads each from Pablo and other two Spanish…..

I'm not genuflecting to anyone. And yes, Dick Cheney has a lot to answer for (and frankly, I wish the world community would hold him accountable for war crimes). But that's one reason why his endorsement of Harris is important: if someone as solidly conservative (and more importantly, anti-liberal) as Dick Cheney thinks she's better than Donald Trump, that OUGHT to give *anyone* pause. And I'm all for coexisting, but there's one side in this election determined to NOT coexist with the other side. And by that I mean the side that quotes Hitler, endorses racists, and has a convicted felon at the top of its ticket.

At this point, he has given even more reason to question his mental stability than Biden ever did. At least Biden was in touch with reality enough to know that his debate showing was lousy. Trump at first deluded himself by declaring victory in the debate. As every news outlet, partisan a d non partisan reported, and as 67 million viewers witnessed, Harris spanked his fat ass brutally. Now, he's whining like a little bitch about how the debate was rigged, how Harris had all the questions prior to the debate and that she was being fed answers via her earring. He simply cannot accept the fact that he was handed his ass on a paper plate by a black woman. She cheated. No. Donald. She prepared. (Not to mention the fact that she is smarter and more educated and eloquent. And to top it off, you have given her so much ammunition.) And now your camp is saying on Fox "News" that her campaign's rhetoric is responsible for an assassination on your life. This is the man who put AI generated pictures of our vice-president covered in excrement on his cult website, who threatened WWIII if he loses, whose insistence on and repetition of a debunked and preposterous story has led to threats against the Haitian population in Ohio. These are the sad sorry desperate kicks of a drowning man. I would say that he has brass balls, but Harris cut them off.

Getting Away, Part 1 Matt and Paul seemed to have packed everything from their apartments and half of Target into Paul’s SUV. Matt always laughed at Paul’s SUV. It was a Jeep and reminded Matt of the Brian character from Queer as Folk who also owned a Jeep. Matt rolled his eyes sometimes at what a stereotypical top Paul could be. During the three hour drive, the boys listened to music, talked, laughed, ate lunch, etc. At McDonald’s Matt ordered a salad. At McDonald’s….a salad. Paul laughed and said what a stereotypical bottom Matt could be. The boys both laughed. They arrived at the campsite. There was a check in area and the boys were informed of the weekend’s events. It was Mardi Gras weekend! Matt and Paul asked what that meant. They were given a calendar of events and a bit of guidance on where different events were held in the park. Then a dirty hot, skinny, mid 20s guy showed up and offered to take them over to their cabin. The guy flirted pretty hard with Matt and Paul on the way to the cabin. He introduced himself as Adrian, but said some of the guys call him Snake. Paul laughed and started taking in their supplies. Matt stayed to talk with Snake for a minute. Snake said Matt had a nice ass in his shorts. Matt smiled and said thanks. Snake got closer and said, “I love meeting you new guys when you come here. All shy but by the end of the weekend, you’re all fucked out.” He took Matt’s hand and rubbed it along the bulge in his shorts. Matt looked up at Snake and said, “Nice cock.” Paul came out of the cabin and laughed. He said, “Matt already. Seriously? If you think I’m going to unload this car and set up the cabin while you suck this dude off, you’re crazy.” Matt, Snake, and Paul laughed. Matt shrugged his shoulders and started unloading the car. Snake sauntered off to his golf cart. After the boys set up the cabin – one bedroom, but that’s not a big deal given how often they’ve fucked. They had brought two sets of sheets because they assumed there would be two beds. Paul said, “Good now we can change the sheets after you leak cum on the first set.” Matt slapped Paul’s upper arm playfully. Matt still hadn’t told Paul about his new “good boy” lifestyle. The guys decided to look around the campsite. They walked through the RV area and the pool area, then kept going to more RV areas. The place was much bigger than either boy expected. The boys were popular. Guys waved and said hi, welcomed them for the weekend, asked if they were going to the pool, or the midnight swim later, etc. By now, it is midafternoon, blazing hot, and Paul wants to go to the pool. Matt says he is going to explore the camping areas and meet Paul in a bit. No sooner is Matt under the trees and walking along the camping areas than he sees Snake. Snake is helping a couple guys with their tent. Matt walks over to say hi. The guys are in their 30s and very attractive. Matt holds a tent pole in place for them as they get it set up. The thing is huge. Matt says, “Wow, this thing is huge. It’s like magic.” Everyone laughs. Snake asks if this is Matt’s first time camping. He admits that it is. The guys introduce themselves – Eric and Dave. They are a couple and have been coming up here for years. Matt asks what’s fun and they guys say – “we are.” Everyone laughs. Matt realizes his “good boy” lifestyle might be tested some this weekend. Matt says goodbye to the guys. He gets into a more wooded area when Snake catches up to him. Snake asks Matt if he wants to finish what they started earlier. Snake is rubbing his dick through his shorts. It has gotten hard and Matt bites his lower lip. Matt is about ready to protest when Snake unzips his shorts. Matt sees the very impressive cock before him, takes a quick look around and reaches for it. Matt wraps his hand around Snake’s cock and Snake steps closer to him. Matt thinks they are about to kiss, but Snake guides Matt to his knees. He says, “You know what to do.” Matt takes the cock into his mouth. It's the first cock in his mouth since he decided to be a “good boy.” Matt tells himself, “good boys give good head.” Matt sucks the large cock head, then pushes his mouth down to take in about half this impressive cock. Matt is getting his mouth used to the cock when he feels Snake’s hands on his head and hears him say, “Fuck man. Suck that cock.” Matt starts going to town on Snake’s cock. Soon Snake is guiding Matt’s mouth and the cock is in his throat. Matt is loving this cock. Snake then says, “Oh fuck.” Matt feels Snake cum in his mouth and the cum hits the back of his throat. He shoots 6-7 times in Matt’s mouth. Matt swallows all of Snake’s cum. Snake pulls his cock out of Matt’s mouth and says, “Fuck you give great head for a preppy boy.” Matt gets off his knees. Matt is hard as a rock in his shorts. Snake reaches to stroke Matt’s cock in his shorts and says, “If you can meet up later tonight, I’ll take care of this for you.” Matt smiles and says, “When?” Snake looks at the preppy, attractive twink who now looks a bit disheveled and flustered and realizes he needs to play this kid softly. He strokes Matt’s cock through his shorts and says, “I have a long day today. I can get away during the Moonlight swim though once we start the camp fire.” Matt smiles. Snake leans in and Matt thinks they are going to kiss, but Snake pulls Matt close, turns him around, rubs his cock on Matt’s ass and licks his neck. Matt is a ball of sexual energy as Snake says, “I hope you give me this ass later.”

It's been awhile writing the next few chapters. I know Matt's path, but the story wasn't making sense without this interlude chapter. Not a lot of new sex here, but Matt is at a crossroads thanks to Travis's behavior. Frustration “FFUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” Matt screams as he runs past the 10 mile marker. The frustration is boiling over. It’s mid-summer and the sweat is pouring down his body from a hard run. His last few dates have been insane. The college guys went home in May and June leaving Matt to his old haunts – online and the bars. It’s like bllllaaaaahhhh! That guy John has fucked him a few times this summer. Jeffrey can’t get enough of blowing his loads in another bottom. But Matt feels like neither of them treat him like a person. Even though John is a total top and Jeffrey is a total bottom (except with Matt), they both treat Matt the same way – a receptacle for their loads. Matt doesn’t mind that role. In fact he enjoys it. But he doesn’t enjoy how they treat him after they cum. That attitude reminds Matt of so many other men he's met. All during the run, Matt’s been pushing through these feelings. But the memory of yesterday’s coffee date is pushing back. Matt ran into the police officers who searched his place. He agreed to meet the senior police officer for a coffee. Yesterday Matt was bent over his bed giving his ass to the senior officer while their coffee cooled on his desk. Once again, Matt didn’t ask for a condom. He let this man blow his load in his ass again. FUCK! Well, Matt reminds himself he begged this man to cum up his ass. Begged him for his cum! FUCK! Also Travis has been a fucking asshole. He’s been spreading rumors that Matt has crabs. Matt found out one night at the bar when a guy he was talking to told him that was why he wouldn’t go home with him. Matt was stunned. One minute he was making out with the guy; then Matt went to the bathroom and returned and Travis was talking to the same guy. Matt interrupted but the guy was clearly no longer interested. Travis walked away. Matt tried to take the guy home and he was immovable. Matt was stunned and asked why. The guy told him that Travis said he had crabs. Matt denied it but not only was this guy no longer interested, but it seemed like the entire bar was staring at Matt. Matt was so embarrassed. Matt left the bar. Matt was so mad. He called Paul the next day. Paul told Matt that Travis was telling everyone that Matt was a diseased slut. Paul said they’d had a few arguments about it and Paul was firmly on Matt’s side. However, that didn’t make Matt feel better since Paul fucked every bottom that moved and fucked them bareback. As Matt turned back for home he passes the tree where he let that older guy breed his ass while he watched the college guy suck down the jock's load. Matt was turned on my it, but his thoughts returned to his reputation. It was one thing to fuck a guy bareback but it was another thing when everyone else knew that you fucked him bareback. Matt’s reputation as a bareback bottom was getting solidified among the guys he knew. Matt realized that his reputation as a cumdump was going to make it almost impossible for any guy to want to date him. It had been like 6-7 months since Travis had broken up with him outside the HIV testing clinic. Matt has been fucked by dozens of guys since, but not been on a single viable date (yesterday's coffee date was not a date). By the time Matt finished his run, he was devastated. He wanted to be so mad at Travis, the cop, Jeffrey for being so careless, John for treating him like a piece of meat, but instead Matt realized that he had been a participant in each of these situations and made the decision to have unprotected sex. He called Paul to bitch about life, but as he started speaking his voice cracked and he started to cry. Matt heard a dial tone and realized Paul had hung up. Matt just kept crying. Why was this all so hard? Why did having men cum in his ass turn him on so much? Why did guys judge him for doing something they all did or wanted to do themselves? The buzzer went off like a bomb in Matt’s apartment. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Matt thought about not answering, but it went off again. It was so loud. Matt answered. It was Paul. Matt buzzed him in. Paul came in and pulled Matt's sweaty and exhausted body into a hug. Matt started crying again. Paul held him as he cried. As he cried himself out, Paul got Matt to tell him his biggest fear – that no one would want to date him if he had a reputation as a cumdump. Paul looked at the sexy twink crying in his arms and almost laughed. Matt was so charming, smart, witty, sexy, athletic, had a good job, and friends who cared for him that Paul didn’t know how Matt's fear could ever be true. Then Paul thought about it more – how judgmental gay guys are, how scared people are of AIDS, how guys try not to identify as bottoms because even gay men think bottoms aren’t as studly as tops. Paul sighed. He understood Matt’s concerns. He rubbed Matt’s back as he thought of what to do or say to his friend. Paul eventually turned to Matt and said, “You are a young, sexy little fucker. Guys are going to want to fuck your ass whenever you want. Don’t worry about that part of it okay. The dating thing….dude I got no answers for that. I’m single too, remember? I think there are some things to think about. Do you enjoy sex with different men or do you want sex with just one man? Do you want to go back to having sex with condoms or do you think you’ve been careful enough having bareback sex? Do you want to change your behavior in any ways to get past the judgment and hypocrisy among the gay men we know?” Paul then waited for Matt to respond. When Matt didn’t say anything, Paul said, “Listen I’m sure these questions are only part of it. But basically, I don’t know Matt…..are you generally happy being who you are and doing what you’ve been doing the last year or so? If the answer to that is yes, then fuck the rest.” Matt laughed softly. A couple weeks later, Paul called Matt and said he had an idea. There is a gay campground about 3 hours away and one of the older guys from the bar can’t use his cabin reservation, does Matt want to split the cost with Paul and go? Matt said, “Camping? Me? Are you nuts? I don’t know how to light a fire and I don’t want to shit in the woods.” Paul laughed. He said, there are guys who do camp at the campground and there are guys who have RVs and things, but there are a few actual cabins with bathrooms and kitchens, etc. They would have one of those cabins. Paul also said, “Matt its 3 hours away. Be slutty. Don’t be slutty. Most of these guys are from other cities, other states, and they don’t know us. Let’s just go have fun.” Matt agreed. What Paul didn’t know is that Matt had gone to the HIV testing clinic since their heartfelt conversation. Matt received his negative result again. He vowed to use condoms from now on. He was going to be a “good boy.” Matt even took two handfuls of free clinic condoms with him when he left the clinic. Matt had called Jeffrey and told them that they had to take a break from sex. Matt didn’t know exactly how he would deal with the college boys when they got back from summer break, but he was definitely going to be a “good boy.” This camping trip was going to be a good time to test Matt's new "good boy" lifestyle!

I was also at biohazard, I was in rubber and a thong in the sling and in the hallway begging for poz loads. I am neg (probably not now) and the amount of poz verbal was pretty good. Different guys were telling me how my pussy was now knocked up, and it was very sleazy 😈😈😈

Had to head out to the office to pick up a new lap top. Got a message on one of the apps that there was a guy near by looking to breed me. Told me to meet him in the kohls fitting room. I went in and bent over, he came in shortly after slipped in, left a HUGE dripping load. He thanked me and left. I snapped a picture and headed out 🙂 Kind of wondered what he looked like, didn't have sneakers on, i assumed he might have been a little older (my fave). Dripped out the drive to the office and while i walked around the office mmmm WOOF

Part 3 – What’s In A Name? The next two days were rainy, so we all stuck around the house. James had returned home early the morning after his encounter with Martin. He googled his celebrity crush, talking incessantly with each of us throughout the day about Martin’s accomplishments. There was no secret of the fact he and Martin had left the A-House together, having walked by several of our friends as they headed to Martin’s. James found some pics of Martin in his younger modeling days, and promotional shots from more recent years. James swooned over these. While he shared with me some aspects of their encounter, adding that they had fucked again in the early hours of the morning before James left. The second encounter sounded more brief and tender, with James waking to the sensation of Martin sliding inside him. He omitted that Martin was poz and that he had bred him, though he did share that they had barebacked both times. James was clearly still star struck by Martin. He texted him several times that day, but Martin was working on a project that was due soon, and chose to use the rainy days as motivation to hunker down and finish. We filled both days with our friends and food, and even a bike ride in the rain. We clubbed both nights, sloshing through the streets, and skipping any late night pizza. Tuesday the weather flipped and was gorgeous. We were heading out to the local pools for the day, having connected with some other friends who were also in town. James opted to hang at the condo reading and having some quiet time. We planned to all meet for dinner later that night. I went to one of the pools with a smattering of friends, having lunch and a bevy of cocktails. Around 2:30 I decided I’d had enough sun and was gonna head out for a bike ride. Tea Dance would be quiet today, so I wouldn’t mind biking later in the day. I walked back to the condo to grab my bike and throw on my sneakers. I walked in the condo and headed up toward our bedroom to change quickly. There was an odd tension in the house, and I heard noises from the bedroom. I slowed my approach and crept quietly to the half open door. I was surprised to find James naked inside, straddling another guy. It took me a moment to place the face because he was partially obscured by James’ upper body, but then I recognized him. He was one of the people Martin had introduced us to in the club the first night. Edgar, I believe his name was. He was a handsome Brazilian living on the West Coast who did some acting and modeling, though it was mostly smaller stuff. He and James had clearly reconnected since meeting in the bar. I tried to be inconspicuous while watching. James was straddling Edgar’s midsection, with Edgar’s dick standing straight up and between James’ ass cheeks, the two slowly grinding. Edgar held a bottle of poppers to James’ nose, and he took a long hit followed by a second one. Edgar’s cock was thick and veiny, probably eight inches long. It had a slight bend to it, and got quite girthy in the middle. It disappeared beneath James who was starting to grind his hole against it. James felt the warm rush of the poppers fill his body. He became keenly aware of Edgar’s impressive dick against his ass, and he moved so he had better access to it. He’d seen the pics on Grindr, but they didn’t prepare you for the real deal. He felt the shaft as it now lay against Edgar’s abs, feeling the hot skin brushing against his own hole. He closed his eyes and focused on the sweet sensation, his hands resting on Edgar’s chest as he ground against that cock. He’d spent the past half hour worshiping Edgar’s fat cock. They’d connected on Grindr a couple hours ago, and it wasn’t long before Edgar was at the door with plans for a walk together out to the breakwater. Edgar had arrived faster than James expected, and he had to answer the door wearing just a pair of shorts. Plans for a walk quickly changed to making out in the kitchen, then moving upstairs to the shower. James had spent a half hour worshipping on his knees in front of the latino god before Edgar had him stand up and turn around in the shower. He would have taken James then and there, but James’ ass was too tight and the shower gel wasn’t sufficient lube. Now James was straddling Edgar, nervously anticipating their second try. The poppers worked their magic over James while Edgar pumped some lube into his hand, reached beneath the younger man’s ass, and lubed both the grinding cock and ass. James sighed deeply as the movements became more fluid with the lubricant. Edgar pressed his cock upward, the head searching beneath James for its target. Edgar felt the divot where James’ hole was hiding, letting the younger man’s body weight press him on the waiting cock. James gasped as a jolt went through his prostate. He instinctively started to press his weight onto it, feeling his hole begin to open and stretch. Edgar’s voice soothed him, “That’s it, baby. Let it inside you.” I watched as James reached back, guiding Edgar’s cock to the right angle. Slowly and steadily Edgar’s cock disappeared inside James. I heard James gasp as the girthy middle of the shaft spread his hole wider, and he paused to let the sharp spasm pass. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. There’s a lot of cock there to take.” James started to descend further on the shaft until it completely disappeared inside him. He rested there, leaning his head back and moaning. Then he leaned forward and kissed Edgar. As they made out, Edgar raised his knees so his feet were flat against the bed, and he slowly began moving his hips in a gentle circular motion. I heard James moan as Edgar opened his further, relaxing his sphincter for more pleasure. James began to ride the massive cock, whimpering and gasping at times as he tentatively descended onto it. “Fuck that’s huge! It keeps getting bigger!” “You’re fine, baby,” Edgar soothed, now running his hands across James muscled pecs. His voice was a deep baritone with a mild accent. James was starry eyed again, entranced by Edgar’s accent and celebrity status. Edgar was guaranteed success the moment he showed up at the door. Sexual energy radiated off of him. “You wanted my big cock. Ride it like a bitch!” James leaned back, arching his back slightly as he braced his arms against the bed. He let out a long moan as he fully impaled himself on Edgar’s Brazilian meat. He began working his hips and slowly raising himself up and down on the long shaft. “That’s it. Work my cock with that ass. Show me what you’ve got, bitch!” James began bouncing on Edgar’’s cock, driving it balls deep inside himself, feeling the thick hardness filling him. Edgar groaned with pleasure. “Fuck that ass feels good.” He opened his eyes and admired the younger guy impaling himself on his cock. He was hot! Edgar had been getting ready to go to the beach when this guy hit him up on Grindr. Apparently they’d met a few nights ago through Martin, but he didn’t really remember, and still wasn’t sure of his name. But this guy had the package — hot body, hot face, and big dick. Turns out he has an amazing ass, too, which he’d given up fast enough. The guy was still arched backward, his own dick sticking straight up, bouncing off his abs as he rode. Edgar watched the sculpted body riding him, the abs flexing as he worked his ass, his cock loving the hot depths of this guy’s ass. “That’s it. Massage my cock with that ass. Work it! Work for that cock.” This guy’s ass work was amazing, and Edgar felt felt his dick flexing in response. But it was time for a change of position so he could really satisfy his cock. When the guy lifted himself off his cock for a break, Edgar made his next move. Edgar flipped the guy around and onto all fours, his ass perfectly displayed in front of him. He parted the checks and gazed at the hole he had been fucking. Edgar could feel the guy’s hunger. He admired the hole another moment, fingering it, feeling his own cock get harder. He loved probing a hot guy’s ass, and this one was intensely willing. “Look at that hungry hole,” he whispered. The guy was taking another hit of the poppers, and Edgar used that moment to align his raw cock with the waiting hole. He slid inside with a smooth thrust, and started fucking that hot ass. Each thrust was rewarded with “ah!” from the guy, which inspired Edgar to drive harder. He grabbed the guy by the waist and started fucking him with a faster rhythm, his own balls slapping beneath that hungry hole. He looked down and watched his long cock gliding in and out. Without stopping, he reached over to his phone sitting on the nightstand and began recording his cock working that ass. “Yeah, bitch, ride that Brazilian cock.” He took longer strokes for the camera, capturing the length of his slicked cock as it slide in and out. The younger guy was moaning like a little bitch. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum soon! You’re gonna get pozzed. You want that poz load, don’t you? Don’t you?” The guy was grunting hard, but lifted his head enough to say,”Oh fuck yeah! Poz my hole!” Edgar tossed the phone aside, knowing it would be a hot video, and focused on his final pleasure. His balls were feeling very warm, and the pressure inside was building. He was gonna spurt soon. “This load is going in you, bitch!” Edgar pushed his hungry bottom onto his stomach, plunging his dick deep inside as his cock was aching for release. He was vaguely aware of the guy’s whimpering and begging as he was pounding hard, but he was really wrapped up in his own pleasure. Edgar raised his head, feeling the strain in his body as he pounded his Grindr trick’s hole. He held his breath without missing a stroke. When he released his breath, his cock erupted in that amazing hole. Edgar felt his poz load gush, filling the guy even as his pulsating dick was bathed in it. Edgar grunted and spasmed as he tried to force himself to keep thrusting until his body was simply spent. He collapsed onto top of the guy he’d just bred. I was still watching from the hallway when Edgar drove James into a spread eagle and seèded him. James was lost in the fucking he was taking, and odd mix of whimpering and grunting as Edgar pounded and bred him. They laid there for just a couple minutes before Edgar rolled off of James back and stood up. He started dressing although James was still laying there spread eagle with a cum-filled hole. I slipped into another bedroom as Edgar finished dressing. Edgar found his shirt and pulled it on, tucked his phone into his shorts, and reached over to slap the guy’s upturned ass. “Thanks man,” he said as he started to leave the room, uncertain what the guy’s name had been. I’ve already been here longer than I planned, he thought. He exited the house and walked to where he’d left his bike. It was time for the beach and swim after his afternoon fuck. James lay there another minute before he rolled himself on his back,, bending one leg for stability. His body was tingling, and he felt incredible, even thoughEdgar had made a hasty exit before James came. He didn’t like fuck-and-go’s and was hoping they would still go for a walk afterward. He laid there somewhat stunned, somewhat surprised by the quick exit, and still feeling incredibly sexy. He ran his hands over his chest and abs, then reached down to his hole. He could feel. The warm cum covering his hole. Edgar had bred him. The thought was both frightening and thrilling. He never took loads, but here was his second one this week. What was happening? After Martin had bred him, he told. Himself he wouldn’t bareback again. It was too stressful afterward. But here he was, a fresh load in him, and he was feeling incredibly horny because of it. After Edgar left the house, I crept back downstairs. I pulled out my phone and fired up Grindr and Scruff. There was Edgar’s profile, within 50 feet. The pics mostly looked professionally taken. If I hadn’t seen Edgar in person, I’d have thought this was a fake profile. His pics were awesome and displayed his toned body. I wonder if he ever did porn early on. I was feeling horny thinking about him banging James upstairs in our bed. James was becoming a little star fucker this week! I scrolled through his bio. 6’1”, 40 years old, single. My breath caught for a second. Edgar’s profile said he was poz. James must’ve seen that. I tugged at my cock in my shorts, feeling it’s stiffness. James had taken another poz load.

Part 2 – His First Gift Martin kissed James tenderly, adding a soft, playful bite on his lower lip. The he slid his body up the length of James’ naked body, his cock tracing a line from groin to chin. Martin straddled James’ chest and pushed his cock into James’ eager mouth. James closed his eyes as Martin began to slowly fuck his face, his long cock sliding in until it hit the back of James’ throat, and again so the head brushed against his lips. Martin let out a happy groan, his cock feeling slick and warm inside James. “Oh my gawd, that feels so good,” he whispered. He plunged his dick back into James’ warm mouth. I watched as James, his sculpted body stretched out on the bed, stroked his big dick furiously as Martin fucked his mouth. I could hear the deep slurping sound as James worked Martin’s thick dick with his mouth, and Martin’s quiet appreciative moans. Martin shifted his weight backward, pulling his cock out of James’ eager mouth, and straddled him from the side. I could see both their hardons in full glory, caressed by the warm candlelight. He leaned in and kissed James again. “You are so beautiful,” he said, running his hand down James’ torso and seizing his cock. James gasped in pleasure, his body lifting off the silky sheets. Martin slid into a 69 and began devouring James’ cock while pushing his own back into James’ hungry mouth. The two writhed as they worked each other’s cocks, quiet slurping and guttural groans of pleasure overwhelming the rustle of the sheets beneath them. It was a beautiful site to see, and I stroked my own cock watching my boyfriend’s sexual pleasure. I’d shared James with other men in 3-ways, but witnessing this unload as an observer held its own unique magic. I wondered if they would finish each other off like this — they’re balls had to be boiling — they were so passionate in their connection. As if he read my mind, Martin lifted himself from James’ cock, straddled his chest with his ass hovering over James’ face. Was he a bottom? That both surprised and disappointed me a bit. But he quickly grabbed behind James’ knees and rolled him backward, bringing James’ ass to his own mouth. James gasped, his upper back pinned to the bed by Martin’s body resting on his chest, his muscular legs flailed in the air. Jolts of intense pleasure ripped through his body, and he lost control as Martin’s expert tongue worked inside his hole. James was moaning uncontrollably, his hands instinctively moving across Martin’s ass and back. He couldn’t find words, but just made animalistic sounds of ecstasy. Martin didn’t relent, working his tongue deeper into the soft flesh of James’ pink hole. He used his elbows to lock James’ knees behind him, restraining his movements. He relished the musky man smells of james’ body, which only fueled his desire to tame this sexual beast and make him submit to him. I’m going to mark this boy tonight, he thought to himself. Martin broke their position, letting James’ legs fall back to the bed sheets with a soft whomp. He reached to the nightstand, picking up several items, and shuffled / slid down the bed. He set a small bottle of poppers on James’ chest, resting between his muscular pecs. I felt a thrill go through my own body as Martin took position between James legs, spreading them wider. He was finally going to claim his prize for the night. I leaned closer to the window. The candlelight softly illuminated their naked bodies, and I could see both of their cocks distinctly standing erect. There was pure lust in the air as Martin applied lube to both their dicks, James groaning and writhing again as Martin worked his generous cock with both hands for a moment. One hand moved to James’ hole and began lubing it. James gasped again and arched his back as more jolts wracked his body. “I don’t have to ask if you’re ready, James,” Martin said tenderly. “I’m going to take you now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want the gift I have for you, don’t you?” James looked down the length of his body, his eyes half-open, half-closed, but filled with desire. He had things he thought he should say. He vaguely remembered Martin was poz, and knew there was something he should ask him to do. But those words were lost in the lust. “Please,” was all he could say. “Please.” Martin rolled James’ legs knees back to his chest, fluidly sliding forward as he did so, allowing his cock to find its way to the tender hole anxiously awaiting. He had worked James fully into submission, and had his body craving what was about to come next. James didn’t need the poppers, but locked eyes with Martin as the older of the two pressed the head of. His cock against James’ hole. James felt his sphincter greedily expand, ushering Martin’s swollen hardness inside. The pressure penetrated. Him deeply, and a passionate moan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. And was consumed by Martin. The older man let out his own groan as the velvety warmth of the young man’s ass wrapped itself around his cock. He rolled forward, bending James in half, and kissed him passionately. While they exchanged loving kisses, Martin’s hips began to slowly churn. The subtle movements wrought soft moans that wove into their kissing. The sight of my boyfriend’s naked body entangled with Martin’s made my cock ache for release. Martin was deep inside my man, bareback. James powerful body had submitted itself to the man, which made me tingle all over. Martin rose up on his knees and began thrusting with intention. Some of the tenderness morphed into powerful thrusts. He looked down at James, taking in the magnificent image before him. This young man, more than 20 years younger, was stretched out, his legs on either side of Martin’s torso, giving him his ass. “Fuck me,” James pleaded. Martin grabbed James’s thighs and began fucking him harder, driving his dick deep inside the velvety fire he felt engulfing his cock. “My gawd your ass is amazing!” There passion became a power fuck, both men lost in the lust they shared. The hard slapping of bare skin against skin filled the air. James moaned with unbridled ecstasy, completely consumed with desire for Martin. “Fuck me! Pound my ass!” His voice had became. Stronger and more demanding, fueled by the energy they were sharing. “Fuck yeah!” Martin grunted. He was pounding the boy’s ass hard. An even darker desire that had been brewing inside him rushed to the surface. Tenderness melted into a malicious grin. “You’re mine, boy. Body and soul. I’m gonna breed you with my gift.” James felt a mysterious thrill in that moment. He seldom got bred by anyone, preferring to have a load shot across his chest or face. He loved the hot spatter of cum across his body and in his mouth. But in this instant he had a primal need to feel that hot cum inside him. He knew he shouldn’t want it. He knew it was dangerous. But looking at Martin looming over him, his hands grasping his calves and his abs flexing as he thrust inside him, he craved it. He wanted a part of Martin that he could keep with him forever. Martin could see the conflict in James’ handsome face, the battle between desire and fear contorted into a look of desperation. He relished that look, this moment. He’d seen it in other young faces in this bed, and it was the moment he always remembered. His intelligence, muscled body, and success — the very things that made James and the others attractive to him — were useless to James in this moment. He conceded them all to Martin’s control. This was the moment James could not decide for himself, and submitted to Martin’s choices for him. The dark desire totally filled Martin. “You’re mine!! You’re ass is mine now!” “Breed my ass!” James exclaimed, consumed by intense craving and lust for this man. His own face took on a malicious grin. “Fucking fill my ass with your cum.” James began jacking his own cock furiously. Martin pounded into his hole with a fury, making my boyfriend wince and whimper. Even as he was about to release. Martin grunted again and again, finally feeling the boiling desire inside him begin to pump itself into the sculpted young man under his control. James felt the throbbing of Martin’s engorged cock as it released, his soul trembling as the thick juices spattered inside him, bonding them. James erupted even as he was filled with Martin’s seed. Both men grunted and moaned, finally collapsing into an entangled, sweaty heap. Martin’s load was inside my boyfriend, while James was covered in his own thick cum. Together they convulsed in ecstatic aftershocks and heavy breathing. There was no pressure to move, and they were savoring their entanglement and new bond. I watched for a few minutes more, my own load spewed against the side of the house as I watched Martin breed my boyfriend’s raw ass. Now the pair was breathing together, coming down from the climax of their encounter. Martin seemed to still be inside James, and the two exchanges soft kisses. Their conversation was quiet, punctuated with quick bursts of laughter. Martin was discussing some friends who were arriving this week, and James shared our plans with him. Martin playfully suggested how hot it would have been to share this encounter in the dunes earlier in the day; James laughed, adding that their dune fuck video could go viral before Friday. Martin slipped his drained cock out of James. James sighed, “At least you left something behind inside me.” Martin grinned in the pale light. “I left you a special gift,” then kissed his new toy. I picked up my sneakers and quietly padded away, trying to move unseen in the late night. I had a feeling this was not going to be their only encounter this week.

“Hey everyone, I’ve been feeling inspired lately, and I decided to revisit my old story, The Day I Pozzed My Brother, but with a brand-new twist. It’s been a few years since I first shared it, and I’m excited to see how this reimagined version turns out. I hope you all enjoy it. Part 1 Hey! I’m Mikkel, just turned 18. I’m your average guy, but I’m crazy about sports, especially soccer, which I play all the time with my best friend Alex. We've been inseparable since we were kids. This past summer was pretty wild—my parents were off vacationing in Europe, so Alex basically moved in for a while. But now, something even bigger is happening. My brother Tom is coming back this weekend after being in the military for three years. It’s gonna be weird having him around again after so long, and I’m not sure what to expect! "While Alex and I were out back, swimming to escape the summer heat, Tom suddenly appeared. 'Hey, guys,' he said, his voice deeper than I remembered. I hadn’t seen him in years, and the change was startling. He looked rugged, almost like a different person—stronger, more distant. 'I’m gonna hop in the shower and join you in a bit,' he added, disappearing into the house. Alex and I kept tossing the ball around in the pool, but something felt... off. Maybe it was just seeing Tom again after all this time. After what seemed like forever, Tom reappeared. 'So, what’s up, guys? Here, take some beers,' he said casually. Neither Alex nor I were big drinkers, but the heat was relentless, and something about Tom's new presence made it hard to say no. We climbed out of the pool to join him, and an uneasy silence settled over us." As we sat down, the cold beer bottles sweating in our hands, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Tom had changed—more than just his appearance. He seemed... distant. His eyes, though friendly on the surface, held something darker, something I couldn’t quite place. To break the silence, I teased Tom about his overgrown beard. It wasn’t huge, but just long enough to need a shave. He chuckled, but his eyes stayed fixed on Alex, almost too focused. “Man, it’s hot! Let’s get back in the pool,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe we can test out those military skills of yours,” I added, half-joking. The sun was beginning to set when I had to go inside to make a quick call, leaving Tom and Alex alone by the pool. Tom grabbed the ball and tossed it unexpectedly at Alex. It hit him square in the head. “Oops, my bad!” Tom said, laughing, but Alex didn’t find it funny. Without a word, Alex dove underwater, swimming towards Tom, planning to flip him over like we used to do when we were kids. But when Alex got close, it was clear Tom wasn’t the same guy he used to be. He was much stronger now. As Alex tried to push him off balance, Tom barely budged. Instead, he caught Alex mid-move, holding him in place with a grip that seemed unnaturally powerful. The playful atmosphere shifted, and a strange tension filled the air. At that moment, Tom’s playful demeanor took on a more intense edge. He seized Alex by the arms, holding him firmly as Alex struggled to break free. In a last-ditch effort, Alex wrapped his legs around Tom, trying to leverage his weight to escape. Tom could also feel some stiff object brushing against his chest it was clear Alex found this exciting. But Tom’s strength was overwhelming. With a swift, controlled motion, he lifted Alex effortlessly and tossed him backwards into the pool. Alex let out a surprised, exhilarated yell as he hit the water, the splash echoing in the cooling evening air. “Wow!” Alex shouted as he surfaced, catching his breath. “Alright, I’m gonna head in.” There was a new intensity in Tom’s eyes as he watched Alex climb out of the pool the water dropping down Alex’s back his wet bathing suit just a perfect amount of tightness wrapping around his ass so firmly, the charged atmosphere between them lingered as Alex made his way inside, hey Alex! Tom screamed out loud. Alex turned around and replied what! looking defeated. Toms eyes fixed on the water dropping down Alex’s chest going down his treasure Trail it was clear he was hard or at least semi. To be continued! Tom replied in a deeper voice. Alex continued going in leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. The playful struggle had revealed something deeper, an unspoken tension that neither could fully understand yet. Later inside Tom was consumed by a powerful craving for that ass. The mere thought of the sweet hole drove him wild with desire. He found himself in Alex’s room while the boys were downstairs engrossed in video games. Tom’s eyes landed on a pile of dirty clothes and, nestled among them, a pair of undies. He took a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma of those ripe undies, and an instant wave of lust washed over him. The undies smelled so ripe, they must have been freshly worn that day in a soccer game. Tom rummaged through the pile, discovering more undies, and couldn’t resist taking another whiff, savoring the delightful scent. He quickly put them on while sniffing the other pair he started jacking his cock. Tom’s mind raced with wild thoughts about being deep inside Alex’s ass. Alex wasn’t your average twink. He had a slim yet athletic build, the kind that made him look like a pro soccer player. His physique was perfectly toned, with a flawless four-pack of abs and defined muscles. Tom started jerking his cock even faster he could barely contain his craving as he imagined how delicious it would be to lick Alexs sweet hole and sink his lips around his cock. His desire intensified, building with every passing second. Soon a feeling of pure bliss as Tom shot a huge load into the pair Alex’s undies he had on. Savouring every second his took few more sniffs of Alex’s undies the sweet smell of his boy cock. Once completely satisfied he put them all back and headed to his room. The next morning, Tom was jolted awake by the sound of laughter echoing from downstairs. Annoyed yet amused, he dragged himself out of bed and headed for the shower. Stepping out, feeling completely refreshed, he was startled to find Alex standing just outside the bathroom door, eyes wide in shock. “Sorry,” Tom grinned, “In the military, we’re always naked.” Alex blushed, his eyes flicking away. “I’m not… like that,” he muttered, as Tom reached out and playfully grabbed his ass. Alex quickly pulled away, pushing past him into the washroom, a hint of tension hanging in the air. Later, once the boys had left for soccer practice, Tom picked up his phone and shot a message to his friend Hunter. He confessed his growing desire for Alex, a craving he could no longer ignore. Hunter responded almost instantly, and together, they began plotting a night that would be unforgettable—for all of them. Hunter, a few years older than Tom and built even more powerfully with tattoos snaking up his muscular arms, arrived later that evening. Alongside him was his younger sister, Kim—21, stunning, and full of energy. The mood shifted as music played, drinks flowed, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. When the boys finally returned home, Tom introduced his guests. “Hey guys, this is my friend Hunter and his sister, Kim.” The boys, shy and caught off guard by Kim’s beauty, mumbled greetings before slipping upstairs to freshen up. When they rejoined Tom and his friends, the night had already picked up speed, with video games in full swing. Mikkel, clearly mesmerized by Kim, quickly joined in the drinking, while Alex, not wanting to feel left out, grabbed a drink as well. But Kim, always the center of attention, soon broke the ice. “Ugh, video games are boring. Let’s play something fun—how about ‘Never Have I Ever’?” The boys hesitated, but curiosity won out. Kim smiled mischievously. “Okay, I’ll start. Never have I ever kissed a girl,” she said with a playful glint in her eye, taking a sip of her drink. “Drink up, boys, if you’ve ever kissed a girl.” Mikkel, Alex, and Tom each took a sip, but Mikkel couldn’t hide the way he stared at Kim. “Wow, Kim,” Mikkel said, leaning closer, “you kissed a girl?” “Yeah,” she teased, flashing a grin. “College frat party. It was… fun.” Hunter, enjoying the game, chimed in, “Never have I ever kissed a boy.” The room tensed for a moment as Mikkel and Alex exchanged awkward glances before breaking into nervous laughter. But Tom and Hunter, with knowing smiles, raised their glasses and drank. The tension simmered just beneath the surface as the game continued, with sly questions and shared glances, each round peeling back more layers of intrigue. Eventually, it was time for refills. Hunter offered to make the drinks and, with a sly smile, added a few extra shots into Alex’s cup. “Drink up, boys,” he said as he handed them back. Kim, noticing the energy in the room, stood and declared, “It’s Saturday night, let’s do something wild—how about we hit Fly nightclub?” Fly, the city’s hottest spot, was a sprawling five-room club known for its electric energy, with one room dedicated to a more vibrant, open crowd. The suggestion lit a spark, and soon they were all getting ready to take the night to a whole new level. The city, the music, and the thrill of the unknown awaited them as they headed out into the night.

I really enjoy the stories here (especially in this section) and this is my second attempt participating. Before I start writing about my last load(s), I would like to point out that English is not my first language. Please be kind with my grammar and hope the story will still be exciting. Please note that everything is 100% true and happened like discriped. I travel lots for work in Europe and got plenty of time to explore bars and clubs by myself during the night. Really got tired of wasting time on Grindr, texting with guys that are not serious about meeting up. I wanna write about my hot evening I spent in London. I am in my early thirties, I exercise five times a week and therefore a very muscular body. Most guys would descipe me as cute, even if that is not what I am going for. I have a pretty innocent look that is not everyones cub of tea. I went to try out a club that I discoverd on this very page. It had a naked policy on Mondays that was recommended here. Still I was not expecting lots of guys on a Monday night but the place was growded when I arrived around 8pm. There was a big variety of body types but the guys were mostly older. I undressed and left my stuff at the counter. I entered through a metal chain curtain to the main room. On the right there was a large bench with already five to seven guys, naked and ass up wanting to get fucked and loaded. I admire those guys and hope one day I will be brave enough to do the same. In the corner I immediately made eye contact with a hot, young latino guy. He‘s body was taned, beautiful defined abs, dark short hair, maybe few inches shorter than me with a leather braclet around his biscep. He smiled at me and we walked up to eachother. Without saying a word he put is tongue in my mouth. This took me by suprise since it never happen to me at a cruising bar. I find kissing almost more intimate than fucking. But his kisses tasted good and made me really hard. He dropped to his knees and started sucking my dick. Many guys turned around and watched him taking my 19cm dick all the way in his mouth. He was gagging and a random guy that walked by pressed him even deeper. Brutal! His mouth felt good but this was not why I came here. He stood up, turned around and shove my dick in his wet ass. I was not even 5min at the place and already deep in a guy in front of a room full of strangers. I didnt fuck guys in a long time and his ass felt suprisingly soft and warm. I put it all the way in his ass and he started moaning extremly loud. I could have easily cum right away and that’s why I took my dick out after few strokes. When I pulled out, the guys ass was dripping cum and my dick was totally wet. He turned around and looked at me suprised and disappointed. I asked him how many loads he got in his ass? He answered with five. I told him that I am here to bottom aswell and he wished me good luck. From there I walked along the corridor with the cabines to the left side. I arrived at the bar and ordered a drink. I kind of felt overwhelmed. I could feel that many guys at the bar started to check me out. I was pretty uncomforable standing naked at the bar and I find it hard to start conversations with naked strangers. Also I get very quickly turned off by guys when they start to talk. Anyone else feel the same? Well, I couldnt stop thinking about the fact that the other guy had already five loads in his ass at 8pm. It made me jealous and I was graving a load in my ass too. But I also knew that I am very shy and tend to be very selective with guys. I like when they are around my age and in good shape. Therefore I asked the bartender to get me a fresh bottle of poppers. Poppers make me horny as hell and very uninhibited. For the short time I am high on poppers literally anyone could put his dick in my ass and mouth. I removed the plastic around the bottle for easy access, put it in my white socks and left the bar. I went back to the corridor with the cabines and stood against the wall. Again, the place was pretty crowded and many guys tried to touch my dick when walking by. I stood there for around five minutes, when I saw a tall black guy entering. He was wearing a cap so I could not really see his face. I liked his soft large dick hanging, which distracted me from his rather big belly. I bend over to get the fresh poppers from my socks and took a hit. The guy sold me a super strong one that made me cough. Wow! Then the guy was standing in front of me and I went down on my knees without even looking into his eyes. I took his soft dick in my mouth and noticed his extremly huge balls. I have never seen such big balls! They were hanging very low and I was almost afraid of touching them. He slowly got hard and his dick turned out to be very wide. Not super long but I had to open my mouth fully to get it all in. I could hear him moan and other guys watching me sucking him. I dont mind that but he seemed not too comfortable with it. He pulled me into a cabine close by. There was a small matrase on which a old couple was already fucking. I wanted to leave and find a free cabine, but he pushed me to the floor and got behind me. I was not ready yet to be fucked because I really wanted to play more with his huge balls. They turned me on so much. Next thing I hear is him spitting on his dick. He didnt ask me if I want to use a condom and didnt check for my status. He just put his dick all the way in my tight ass. It made me scream super loud so that the older couple in the room paused. I looked up and saw that they winked at me and the guy continued to fuck me without mercy. After a minute or so I heard him saying the he is ready to cum. He called me a slut and emptied his large balls in me. Honestly I could feel his huge load. I heard him breath loud and I wanted to turn around to suck his dick clean. But he hold me tight and started fucking again. I couldnt believe it. This never happened to me. Once I cum, I am over it and usually leave the guy and place as soon as possible. But this guy continued even harder. At least his load was helping to reduce the pain. I took another hit and started to enjoy his dick fucking my wet pussy. Not sure for how long. But I could hear him moaning louder and louder until he came a second time in my ass. He pulled out, slapped my ass really hard and left the cabine in a rush. I dont remember seeing his face but I still see his large balls and the feeling of his two loads in my ass. I put the poppers back in my socks and left the cabine. Maybe I was at the club for twenty to thirty minutes and got two loads in my ass. I was tempted to get my clothes and leave back to my hotel. I thought it couldnt get any better after this. I loved the idea of pushing out the twl loads and licking it up while jerking off. But I remembered the guy from the beginning and I wanted to challenge myself further. At least another load. The evening continued. Let me know if you wanna hear what happened next.

To clarify: Hepatitis C is transmitted through blood contact. That can be via sharing needles for drug use, unscreened blood transfusions, or sexual practices where blood may be involved. Given that it's not uncommon for there to be small tears in the rectal lining from anal sex, and that small amounts of blood are not uncommonly seen there, it's not shocking that Hep C can and does get transmitted that way. Hep B, on the other hand, can be transmitted not only by blood, but by semen, vaginal fluids, or even saliva. That's why Hep B is *generally* considered the "sexually transmitted one" and Hep C the "shared needles one" - because unless one practices anal sex, the chances of Hep C contact if you don't use drugs is pretty slim.

Nothing bad and the issues I have with married guys: with my experiences. First, they always in a hurry. second, the sex is very quick on short notice. Third, no fore playing and straight into fucking. Fourth, fucking doesn’t last long, 10 minutes maximum. Once they cum, everything is over and see you next time.

Yes, I’ve met with a terrific guy from here and hope to do so again. I’ve also made a few correspondence buddies, some transatlantic ones, I most definitely should like to meet up with.

So, I've been a top fucker and chronic bator for many years. I learned how to step into my own as a hard fucker long ago when I had a very piggy boyfriend that I would loan out to other tops. In spite of my libido, I never went on PrEP, and always used condoms. During my whole life until now, I've only gone bare maybe 5 times, and those were during long term relationships, just after we'd both been tested. A few weeks ago I finally got PrEP on demand. I waited to use it until I had a trusted date coming up. We've been on-and-off fuck buddies for a while, and he'd also recently started PrEP. We had a good time, and I got three loads into him. But I knew that I was craving a more wild encounter, and a looser, more experienced hole. Finally, last night, another top that I've chatted with before online wrote to me. He likes sharing bottoms, and is very strict about only fucking bare and breeding. He's 60, muscled, hairy and very handsome. Now that I am using PrEP, I decided I was open to sharing hole with him. I'm 43. We found a hot 26 year old Polish otter on the same site, and we all decided to meet at the other top's place. An hour later I arrived and the bottom was already there. Our host made drinks and I rolled a joint. They were both so fucking hot, and I kept groping, manhandling the bottom even though for a while we kept our clothes on and kicked back with our drinks and weed. I mentioned that it worked out that we were like 3 generations of a family, getting ready to engage in hard male sex, and the idea of grandfather/dad/son role play got both of those pigs hornier as well. I got really stoned and had to start kissing the otter and playing with his hairy pecs under his shirt. Eventually, we all were touching and feeling our testosterone rising, so we went to the bedroom and stripped down. When we got to bed, the older guy and I took turns on top of the otter, kissing him, playing, and working him over while our cocks leaked precum. He told me to get into position, and he turned the otter over so that his ass was up and facing me. I started kissing the granddad, and he held my cock, rubbing it on our boy's ass until he eventually popped it into the warm, velvety hole. I had to muster all of my control not to cum immediately. I pulled out and I had a glob of semen on the head that spontaneously erupted before orgasm. That helped me back off of the edge a little, and I slid back into him and started to set up a good fuck rhythm. For the first time in my life I truly understood my purpose. Holding onto his shoulders for leverage to penetrate deeper into him. Making him arch his back to give me more access to his guts. My cock is 19cm (just under 8") and thick. I was able to pop the head into his second ring and throb there inside. After a while of thrusting into him, the older guy starts telling me I should cum so I pump really hard, so that his whole body is fully feeling the force of my hips and then I blasted what felt like a liter of semen deep into him. When I pulled out, the older guy mounted him, using my cum as lube for his similarly heavy cock. I worked over his nipples, cupped his nut sack, and held my hand on his ass, supporting the thrust of his hips as he fucked the boy. He finally shot and we all had another drink. After that fucked another load deep into him, and kept fucking him for half an hour, working his hole open with my penis. The younger guy left, and I stayed for a while chilling with the older guy, pawing at my cock while we chatted. He was ready to go to sleep, so I went home and got higher and poppered up to keep bating on my dick, thinking of the whole encounter. Now, it's the next day, and I'm doing the same, stroking stoned and poppered up. Chatting with pervy pig buddies. I fucking love being a MAN! I'm literally living out my fantasies and feeling fulfilled by obeying my drive to inseminate. [Moderators: please let me know if this should be moved to another category because of references to "enhancements".]

Had 3-way fuck last night with Drew and the newest boy to our group, Drew’s buddy, Aaron. Ever since I first met him a month ago I planned to breed him. Aaron’s not really into Daddies the way Drew is but Drew told him that if he wants to join in our group then he must take my raw cock in his ass, so he agreed to let me breed him. He came round last night and the 3 of us stripped and got to work. I watched Drew fuck Aaron for a while before I said “my turn” I mounted Aaron and pushed into his hole. He felt amazing, smoothe and tight. I started fucking him and grunting that I was getting close. he asked if I was going to cum in his hole. I had just enough time to say “fuck yeah” before my balls bucked and I shot a thicc load deep inside him. I love fucking and seeding a new boy for the first time. First load of many.

Oh God, my worst nightmare😱🤬. Why are bios so often left unread😵‍💫😵‍💫?? & I get message after message asking "Do I do this, or this, or that"🤔 🤔???? 🤬Just READ my fucking BIO 🥱😤, it tells you ALL YOU NEED to know.

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.

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

For me it was 2019 or 2020 (can't remember but it was before the pandemic) I have WellCare as the provider of my prescription medications. When the results came back positive that was when a second lab was ordered and the medication was approved. Lab Corp did send those results to my portal and that was when I realized they were checking for recreational drugs. I had nothing in my system at the time. Funny, I just got some automated call telling me they would pay for it, and that a speciality pharmacy would deliver it to my house. I had absolutely $0 copay, though I did see the monthly charge on my Explanation of Benefits (EOB). What shook me up is that I had to undergo the 12 week cycle, that was how advanced it was. $36.000 for the 12 week treatment. My doctor said normally it's 8 weeks but for me, there was an indication that I had some damage already There were no side effects from the medication. I was never warned that if I should test positive again that they would not cover it. What left me scratching my head was the woman who took the second sample at LabCorp told he how fortunate I was, that she had worked for an Infectious Disease Specialist for years, and how patients, initially, had few options, so I should consider myself "lucky". Mavyret was a wonderful medication, I am glad I mentioned to my doctor I was having some pain when I urinated and that my urine was a brown color.

I rolled off Shayne then looked over at him with a sheepish grin. A. “I think were on our way to knowing each other” S. “you might be right, now come here” Shayne pulled me up close to him as I became the little spoon and we cuddled together his cock buried in my ass, and soon fell asleep. We changed positions a couple time me spooning him and sliding my tool deep in his gut breeding my step-bro 1) Shayne I had been in the middle of a hot jack off session for my Just For Fans web site when I heard shuffling coming from the room next door, I reached over and turned off the lamp on my night stand and clicked off the ring light, sending my room into almost complete darkness, lit only by the strip LED lights over my headboard and around my ceiling. I used my keyboard to stop the recording and crept closer to the door of the shared on-suite bathroom. I could hear my stepbrother pissing in the toilet, then exiting his room. I had known Adam my whole life, his parents and mine were friends from college and from what I gathers members of the same swingers group. I remember as a toddler seeing little Adam in the kids’ corner, the babysitting club the members would take turns watching over while the others enjoyed themselves swapping partners for the evening. As we grew older, I watched as Adam developed into a strapping youngster. My parents divorced a year before Adams, his dad headed to the west coast to a new job and life, my brothers and I living with my mother with our dad living the next town over. Adam lived with his mom, and we saw each other in school and on athletic fields as we both were highly active in sports. My mom started dating Adams dad when I was about ten and they got married when I was 14. The wedding was nice but a little awkward as it seemed like Adam was ignoring me the whole time, spending much of his time with his best friend Robert, while I spent time with my brothers, Mark and James, but I couldn’t stop glancing over at Adam, maybe with a hint of jealousy. I had known I was gay from a early age but was able to hide it by being athletic and active, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, however I went to the local department store and purchased a “Burner phone” you know the pay as you go variety. I knew that as long as I was near a obtainable Wi-Fi signal it would be free to use it, I left the store and headed over the local coffee shop, bought a latte and sat at a table setting up my new phone, I logged into the shops internet access and installed an application I had heard of called grindr. While grindr was downloading and installing I went on the web browser and created a Gmail account using an alas and linked grindr to it. I was sitting in a back corner of the shop and I proceeded to set up my grindr account, Rookie Jock 6’1 158# sandy brown hair, green eyes I’m a Virgin, need someone to show me the ropes. I filled in as much as I could then went to the rest room, being single use I had a lot of privacy, I fluffed up my cock to a semi hard state, pulled down my pants in the back to show my ass below the waist band of my jock, pulled up the front of my tight fitting tank top to expose my abs, and held my hand out. I turned myself so my ass was visible in the mirror and took a torso selfie which showed from my shoulders down to my knees my cock distinctly prominent in my basketball shorts. I took a couple shots and then sat on the toilet deciding which one to post. I uploaded the picture to my profile and proceeded to pee away the latte. I exited the bathroom and wen and bought another latte and headed back to my car, halfway there the phone binged what I soon would recognize as the grindr alert, I stopped and opened the app, there was a tap and a message: Hey there rookie, experienced trainer ready to show you the ropes I looked at his profile, he was close and very attractive, I wrote back: Hey there hot stuff if you got time to teach me I’m available now, and you’re close I’m off in ten minutes if you want to meet up, come to target customer service desk, ask for Al I continued walking to my car and then drove over to the Target and parked. I walked in and a hot guy with a nametag saying Albert stood off to one side of the customer service desk, I walked up to him and asked you Al? He smiled and asked if I drove here, and I replied yes, and he sheepishly said his car was in the shop and needed a ride home. I said sure, hoping to rid him of the red polo and khaki short in a brief time. We got in my car and he directed me to his home, I walked him to his door as he didn’t really show much interest in me, a far cry from his grindr messages. He unlocked the door and peeked inside, after confirming his roommate was out, he asked if I would like a drink and I followed inside. As soon as the door closed behind me, he pounced like a cat grabbing my arms and placing them over my head, bringing them together and holding them with one hand. He kissed me deeply and groped my cock in his other hand, he pulled back and apologized for his rash move as I moved a hand behind his neck and pulled him into another kiss, it was the first time I kissed a boy that way and I was rock hard, straining against my jock strap. As he led me to his room pieces of clothing were discarded and by the time, we reached his bed we were completely naked, other than our socks. He had a chiseled body and a 7-inch cock which was drooling precum. We continued kissing and he nibbled his way down to my 8.5-inch tool and sucked it into his mouth, my first blow job, he sucked on my cock then my balls and worked his way around to my pucker. He began licking and kissing my hole, probing and stretching me open little by little, then I felt his cock head press into my hole, It hurt at first and he stopped for me to adjust to the intrusion before ramming it fully into my rectum, his precum coating my walls making them slick as he pumped in and out, he pulled out and flipped me over so I was staring into his eyes as he plunged back in, fucking me hard and fast. He tensed up about ten minutes later driving his cock in deep and he grunted: ‘Fuck yeah I’m Cumming take that dirty seed you faggot, take my AIDs baby deep inside, fuck yeah impregnated another sorry ass mother fucker” I was in heaven feeling his seed in my body, he leaned in and kissed me again his cock twitching inside me my cock throbbing between us. As we came down off our orgasmic highs I suddenly heard clapping in the doorway, Al’s room mate stood there his enormous cock in hand stroking and rubbing the precum into his head and shaft, Al got up and his roommate norm walked over “Do I get sloppy seconds, cause that looks like a hot piece of ass there needing to be bred” Al looked down at me, then at Norm and back at me. I nodded and gestured for him to mount, he slid in to my hole stretching me more, Al’s cum lubing the way as he proceeded to plow my ass for around ten more minutes, then he pushed harder into me and breached my inner ring causing me to gasp but soon had my ass spasming around his shaft milking out his load. He leaned in to kiss me then whispered in my ear “hope you decide to keep my strain, I’m Al’s Poz daddy” Al pulled me aside after getting me a Gatorade “you can stop this from happening just go here and get some PeP” he handed me a piece of paper with the address of a clinic, it also had a couple of websites I should try out: Sqiurt.org and Breeding Zone. I kissed him a thank you and whispered back I hope you’ll have me back. I had been attracted to my little stepbrother and wanted him to like me but all he seemed to do was ignore me even when I moved in for the holidays. That was about to change as I pulled on my Jock Strap, adjusted my junk down so if it chubbed it would fill out the pouch obscenely. I headed down the stairs to find Adam in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He was in a pair of plaid boxers and a large tee shirt which covered down just below the crotch of the shorts, just enough to hide the gaping fly but not long enough to hide the shaft that was snaked down his leg. He noticed me as I flipped on the overhead light, he glanced over to me his gaze starting at the bulge in my jock and raising up over my tank top covered torso, my abs clearly on display then met my eyes. Adam darted to the table, but not before I noticed his cock had inflated and a stream of precum was dripping from the tip which now was poking out the leg hole. He left a streak of precum across the kitchen floor as he quickly sat down. I proceeded to the electric kettle and turned it on, grabbed a cup from the cupboard and a packet of hot chocolate from another cupboard, poured hot water in the cup and stirred the mix into the cup. I took the seat next to Adam and slapped my hand down on his knee. He appeared to be very nervous and I proceeded to start up some small talk, hoping he would loosen up, my hand moving up his thigh I noticed it was damp as I got close to his cock. I grinned to myself, I was turning him on, I drank my chocolate and he ate his sandwich. I realized he wasn’t ignoring me rather avoiding me. He got up and placed his sandwich plate in the sink and turned to leave, I gulped down the last of my drink and popped up behind him, encircling him with my arms and pulling him into me, my crotch pushing into his ass crack, it was obvious he could feel my hard cock as I told him “ I think it’s time we got to know each other better” . I dropped my one arm leaving the other wrapped around him and guide him up stairs, we passed his room and I directed him into mine, as we approached the bed I turned him to face me, he looked scared as I took my hands and cupped his face pulling him in for a kiss, I would soon know if he wanted this as much as I wanted him. He started to pull back then lunged into my kiss, we were soon swapping spit as our kisses became more passionate. I stopped kissing his mouth and began kissing his neck and ears and down his body. I soon had his large cock in my throat and was fingering his hole, he moaned and speaking in gibberish as I turned him around and began eating his ass, my fingers jutting in to help stretch him open. I fucked my stepbrother hard my cock spasming in him just moments after my initial entry coating his ass and inners with a nice coating of semen, came twice more before dismounting him, the little blue pills I took before my jack off session had done the trick of staying hard throughout. Adam turned the tables on me and I was soon impaled on his monster cock he being about a inch longer than my 8.5 member and a bit thicker he pounded into me with the same vigor as I had bred him. We chatted a bit before cuddling into each other, I spooned him and he wiggled his cum filled ass up against my hard cock and I was soon inside him, he occasionally would wiggle and fuck himself on me and I fell asleep shooting another load into his gut. We must have shuffled during the night as when I woke at around three, I was impaled on his cock which was pulsing in my anus and shooting another load into me. I was a happy brother on the road to knowing my stepbrother better. I awoke around eight in the morning with Adam draped over me, his head in the crook of my arm, breathing in my musk, his body half on top of me, his legs straddling mine. I kissed his forehead and tried to move my arm from around his head, his hands came up to stop me and he pressed his nose further into my pit his tongue lapping out at my sweat, I had showered just before going online and hadn’t bothered to reapply deodorant so it was all sweat from the workout we had last night. It turns out my stepbrother was as kinky as me, maybe more so. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him passionately. “Good morning sleepy stud” I said to him, he smiled and replied “I had no idea you could ever be into me like that” I laughed and we talked some more. He asked about the scorpion on my hip and I told him about Al, then went on to tell him how I had gone to the clinic and gotten PeP and took it along with Getting on PReP, I then told him about finding cruising areas around town and at college and liking hooking up with guys and going to the baths on a regular basis. I told him about the time I had gone off PReP and went beck to Al and got bred multiple times before he took me to the baths on a special night “CumUnion” I believe it was called and being a hot college twink I was bred multiple times, Al had taken a marker and written things like “CumDump” “no Loads Refused” “Poz Me” all over my body had even put a tally board over my abs, neg and Poz written across my belly either side of my button, and guys would breed me and put a hash tag in the column they were, turns out I got twenty three Poz loads and 14 neg ones, the following week he took me to a hot Latino tattoo artist, Julio, with multiple tattoos adorning his body, a beautiful bio hazard one encircling his left nipple. He gave me a scorpion one on my hip, three weeks later after suffering from the flu Julio colored in the stinger in red. We had chatted snuggled up together for just about and hour before getting up, taking a shower together, Adam depositing another load in my hole in the shower, had went down and made breakfast together. I then invited him to go to the gym with me and we quickly cleaned up breakfast and gathered our workout clothes, he drove us to the gym in which we had a membership and we proceeded to do some cardio and free weights, today was my chest and arm day, Adam said he normally works on legs on Saturday’s, so he spotted me on some machines and I on him. We returned to the locker room and stripped down, Adam said he normally showers and goes on with his day, I told him he missing out on recovery option of the dry sauna and steam room, he indicated he avoided them due to feeling uneasy, I gave him a playful punch, teasing him about getting a hard on with just the thought. We rinsed off in the shower, I helped him a little, him slapping me away afraid someone would see us, I was soon to educate my stepbrother, that our gym wasn’t as homophobic as he had assumed. We exited the showers and walked over to the jacuzzi tub with two guys already soaking in it, one was a middle-aged daddy type the other a college aged guy with a sheepish grin on his face. I hung up my towel and slipped into the water, Adam followed suit although a little weary. Both guys looked like they wanted to eat Adam up, as Adam made his way across the tub to me, the college aged boy reach over and brushed against Adam, touching his cock. He sat next to me and I whispered “see they’re very friendly here, he smiled and stretched out his leg across the tub brushing his foot alongside college boys thigh and stroking his growing cock. The college boy moved over towards Adam as the Middle-aged gent soon was beside me. From the arm movements above the water, I could only guess what was happening below, the boy leaned in and whispered in Adam’s ear something then the two exited and moved on to the dry sauna. Frank the older man then asked if I was getting too hot, I smiled and lifted myself to sit on the edge of the tub as his mouth enveloped my cock. He was a first-class cocksucker and I soon exploded down his throat. He excused himself and I was left alone sitting above the tub. I swung my legs around and got up to join Adam and the college boy in the dry sauna. As I opened the door the heat hit me and as I glance in I noted the boy with his legs over Adams shoulders, Adam’s cock working like a piston in and out of his hole, Adam introduced him as Mario and continued to pound the boy, Adam grunted as he deposited his load in the boy, he moved aside and I took my place and began to fuck Mario in earnest, having just cum down franks throat I was sure it was going to be a marathon ride but Adam kissing and caressing me had me shoot in record time. Mario got up and kissed both of us, then Whispered in my ear “hot tattoo, hope it takes” I Whispered back “it might since you just took my latest conversion as well” he looked at me with a toothy smile “what’s your locker number, I’d like to give you my number” before leaving the room. Adam and me walked into the steam room together, we sat at the far end and started making out when the door opened we pulled apart, I pulled him back into me as the new guy approached, I reached out with my free hand and cupped his balls as his cock bounced against my arm. I sat up and the new guy, a black guy somewhere between Adam and my age straddled my lap and sank down on my cock. He started bouncing up and down on my tool and casually said “nice to see you back again stud, been not long enough to tell but I got a good feeling this is going to take” I explained to Adam I had hooked up with Sam on Christmas eve after my work out, that Sam was on the water polo team at the university nearby, of which I was to join when the semester started up in a couple of weeks. Sam was grinding his ass into my groin pushing my cock deep into his guts making sure I breached his inner ring, causing him to have a anal orgasm, which as always soon had me shooting my toxic load up yet another chasers ass. Adam pulled Sam off me lap and forced him to clean off my cock as he sauntered behind the guy and shoved his cock in one motion pushing past Sam’s inner ring causing him to orgasm repeatedly. Adam had to hold Sam up as he plunged in and deposited his load as well. Sam was weak in the knees when Adam finished painting his guts. We both supported him and set him on the tiled bench, pink froth of cum slowly oozing out his well used bussy. We left Sam in the steam room and proceeded to the showers to clean up, we dressed in our street clothes and Adam drove us home. While he was driving I opened the note Mario had left, it contained his phone number and a list of his classes as well as a invite to join him at Twink night at the local baths, which was tonight. When we got home and began prepping lunch as it was now close to one in the afternoon, my dad entered the kitchen, he was in baggy shorts and a tank top which did little to hide his nice body and sculptured chest. He looked at us and stated: “It’s good to see you two getting along finally, just so you know I happened to be passing your rooms last night when I got in, and wondered if you’d like to join me tonight for a boys night out, I assure you, you will not regret it and you will have fun” I started to say I might have plans tonight as I wanted to take Adam out to a club and have some fun with him. Dad inquired what club, but I didn’t want to say, so I relented and said “fine we’ll go to boys night out with you, but I doubt you and your cronies can make it fun” I would end up retracting my words by this time tomorrow.

Don't know if I have met anyone on here. They haven't told me.