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I am 18 going off to school. I’m average in body size and shape very smooth but a very nice 7.5 thick but cock. I’ve had no trouble finding girls because I like thin flat chested girls. When I approach them they are so grateful that they give it up so easily! My current girlfriend is so different, aggressive and loves anal sex. I met her at a party. She had a very short haircut wearing jeans an a tight silky polo shirt with amazing huge nipples imprinting on the shirt. We hit it off immediately! We went up to a bedroom and she jumped on me, stripped me, took her clothes off. And immediately started sucking my cock. She didn’t suck like other girls, who usually hated to suck ,she sucked like she loved it and was able to deepthroat me!! She was flat chested but had huge beautiful erect nipples. I’m a nipple lover and these were amazing!! We were all over each other. But when I went to go down on her she insisted no action on her pussy only on her anus. It was the first time I eat out an ass, rimming, she called it, but i actually really enjoyed it. She inserted my super hard cock up her ass and amazingly went in easily. She must have prelubed. Her ass felt so amazing on my cock. Much better than pussy. We fucked like demons and came together!! it was the best fuck I ever had!! And I didn’t know her name!! Keep your cock inside me she demanded. I’m Stevie she said. Did you ever have anal sex before? I’m Peter, no, it was amazing!! Keep your cock in me and fuck me again!! I got hard immediately unusual for me and we fucked for another half hour and had mutual explosive orgasms again!! Then Stevie said that I just fucked a man!! She was transgendered. I was flabbergasted!! Was that best sex you ever had? I had to say yes!! I just considered her a very kinky girl and dismissed it. We went out or more accurately fucked on three other occasions. The we both went off to school. I lucked out. There was a lottery for double rooms with private bathrooms and won one of them. When I was dropped off at school I found the room to be great good sized and a great bathroom!! I met my roommate, a nice guy, personable, the kind of guy you like immediately. I thought I saw thru his shirt that he might have had pierced nipples!! That surprisingly got my cock to twitch and got an immediate chubby!! He recommended after we unpacked to walk the campus and see what was around. We actually got along well, and he definitely had pierced nipples. I think Jamie noticed that I noticed. We found the dining hall eat and went over the next days activities. We found out we were both economic majors and had many of the same classes. We got back to the firm, we went to some partying on the floor had some beers. About midnight we went back to the room. Janies said he wanted a shower and I said I did too,I told him to go first. To my surprise he stripped naked next his bed before going in the bathroom. He had pierced nipples that were huge a beautiful and an uncut Huge cock. I thought I saw a birth mark in his trimmed pubes just above his cock. Jamie caught me looking and seductively smiled and took his shower. My. I got instantly hard and I think he noticed. I was so embarrassed. He came out of the shower and toweled off in the room. I took my shower and went to bed in my briefs Jamie was naked When the lights were out we started talking. I like your piercings Thanks I’ve had them a few years, I really like them. They made my nipples bigger and more sensative. Did it hurt much being pierced? I asked. A bit but it was well worth it I always liked nipples and yours are amazing!! Thank you Peter! I’m gay Peter is that a problem? No not at all. Are you? I don’t think so. That’s an odd answer!! I then told him about my transgendered experience and how good anal sex was and now when I jerk off I can’t cum unless I’m thinking about anal sex Have ever had sex with a man? No, unless you count Stevie. Do you have a hard on Peter? After a pause I said yes. Yes I would count Stevie, Jamie whispered. Jamie got out of bed, turned on the bathroom light a closed the door enough so the room was dimly lit. Became over to my bed, took his hand to mine and got me out of bed He gently kissed me and I returned it He got on his knees took off my briefs and took my erect cock in his mouth for an amazingly sensuous oral experience and then led me to his bed. We kissed passionately stimulated our nipples gently with our tongues and then took my first cock into my mouth. His cock was at least 8 inches uncut. The taste was intoxicating!! He turned around without removing his cock from my mouth and ducked my cock Then he started rimming me!! I never felt anything so wonderful!! Jamie slid his cock out of my mouth put my legs over my shoulders and continued to rim me. He slide his fingers in my anus then two then three then four. He removed them and his magnificent cock pushed against my cunt and slid in slightly. Amazingly I felt no pain but more pleasure than the rimming!! Over 10 minutes he pleasurably inserted his huge cock and starting fucking me!! I LOVED it!! I felt like I was going to cum or piss!! The Jamie said he was ready to cum I said cum in me He said he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help himself and shot 8 shots of cum in me and I followed by soaking my chest with a huge load!! After several minutes I could feel his cock getting harder and he fucked me again for a half hour and shot another load in me. It was wonderful!! When we came to our senses I asked Jamie why he didn’t want to cum in me initially? After a few minutes he said because I’m HIV positive!!

Born in November '62, I was a teenager in NYC back then. At 16 my older brother would take me with him and his girlfriend to Studio 54 then they'd go off to Plato's Retreat (a straight sex club) and I'd go hit a bathhouse or bookstore or backroom of a leather bar. Our NY drinking age was 18 at that time and no gay leather bar, bathhouse or porn theater ever kept me from coming in... Sex was everywhere in the late 70s and early 80s, when I started Fordham University at 17 there were T-rooms with gloryholes at both our Lincoln Center and Bronx campuses (several at each, and generally busy). There were so many sexual venues for a horny teen like me - Port Authority Bus Terminal and George Washington Bridge Bus Terminal mens rooms might well have been sex clubs, especially upstairs at the GWB. Macy's, Bloomingdales, Saks, all the department stores had active glory holes, along with the Lincoln Center Library, and any Subway Station with a mens room. The YMCA on 63rd was friggin' amazing, and there were outdoor venues - the Rambles in Central Park were active day and night, and such a convenient walk from my Lincoln Center campus - I used to climb one of the boulders to do my homework, and if I spied some hot action, I would slide down and join in... The abandoned piers in Greenwich Village, "The Trucks" parked in the Meat Packing district, the High Line before it became a tourist attraction, all of these had active sex traffic. Of course there were the bathhouses - the Ansonia being a favorite, and the Porn theaters in Times Square - the Adonis, the David and the like all had balconies that were nothing but gangs of guys sucking and fucking and rimming and there were tons of ABS all over Manhattan some special favorites were on Christopher Street in the Village that had basements and sub-basements, red-lit with alcoves, stalls and the occasional fuck bench. My favorites though were the Leather Bars with their backrooms. First let me begin by telling you the first gay mags I got to see at 15 were not "Playguy" or some other vanilla rag, they were "Honcho" and "Drummer" (I later got to pose in leather for "Wilde" put out by the same publisher). Imagine being a 17 year old white blond jock kid who loved the leather scene and could actually convince guys I was more top than bottom despite the dancer/gymnast butt... the Anvil, the Spike, the Eagle there was serious ffun to be had at each... was taught to top as a fistfucker at 19 at the Anvil. And if the guys didn't believe I was a top, hell, I liked getting fucked too, but never was submissive - if they could deal with that, I'd give it up to a hot leather dude. As to the Tom of Finland leather types... well, yes and no. Yes, they were around at the leather venues I frequented. But no, they were not hypermuscular like Tom's drawings. The body type of the time was "The Clone" an in-shape, trim, baseball or soccer type body, with nice arms, thick legs, flat stomach, hairy body, and what we now call a "porn-stache" with short hair. On guys of all colors and nationalities and sizes. I sported the look as much as I could being on the younger end of the trend, and did not sport the mustache (was a drama student, needed to be able to change my face readily). These guys were very hot - for a perfect example, look up the Porn Star "Al Parker" whose old films are still smoking hot. But pumped bodybuilder types like Tom drew, they were not. It wasn't until the mid-nineties when we began to pump ourselves to those larger proportions. But the hot sex was there in the leather bars particularly - backrooms with slings, bathtubs for water sports, st. andrews crosses, fuck benches, gyno tables, any type of furniture to enhance uninhibited bacchanalian gay male sexuality. It was amazing. But obviously, it couldn't last. Through my sophomore through senior years at college, the gay plague as they called it was raising it's ugly head. Rumors were wild, ideas about it were bizarre and the outside world turned away in fear and loathing and believed we "deserved it". The bacchanalia continued on, but diminished every year. By 1985 I was using condoms constantly, but it didn't matter in my case. Sometime before the ERISA test became available in 1985 I had contracted HIV. It was a sore blow to a 22 year old, but something in me believed that sex would never kill me.... and here I am THIRTY-NINE YEARS LATER - still here, still enjoying wonderful piggy leather sex but also aware of how damn lucky I am, and how many of my friends and lovers weren't, and also well aware of how beholden I am to the pharmaceutical companies who will keep me their slave for the rest of my life rather than find a cure. Bitter, yeah, but still grateful they developed what they have, and despite almost 40 years I haven't developed any serious side-effects or infections. And once I started on HAART therapy in 1998 I felt free enough to go back to bareback with other poz guys only, and keep the condoms for any neg guys I played with. With the new drugs and PreP and a wealth of knowledge, I will even BB with someone who is negative once they know that I am undetectable, and they make the decision yay or nay. That at least is a blessing. But it can never bring back those carefree days you ask about @IrishBoi, and long long answer shortened, for some of us, and in places like NYC, yes, for the most part the movies have it correct. Hardly a day went by during that time that I didn't suck or get sucked, fuck or get fucked by some rando or other(s). It was an incredible blast, but we also payed a staggering price!

Yesterday was my day off and I was really thirsty for dick, sucking dick and taking loads but it was a dry dry day in Honolulu. Today I’m super busy, running around with appointments and errands before I start my Monday. That’s of course when every one wants to fuck you. A total of 5 loads from FBs. God bless a few were really fast like 5min pump and dump. As the clock ticked away I was beginning to worry. Took #5 1 hour before a late appointment. Gosh am I a slur or what. #1 BbC FB - 3 minute #2 Latino wanted to fuck me with the bbc load in me on his BF side of the bed… no spit no lube… went in dry and raw #3 Latino military chatted with for month - likes it creamy - love how his dick was white foam creamy - gave me his load. Lunch and a small nap and I have my bull cum over #4 Hawaiian god - fucked me for 30 mins and had me peeing myself. Almost called it quits but managed to get his load. #5 Latino military wants to feel my destroyed loosen hole. But now my destroyed hole tighten up. He went in raw and felt all the inflamed heat from the previous fucker… he dumped his second load.

Went to the HorsemarketSF tonight. Fucked so many anonymous holes of guys of all shapes, sizes, and races. Finally after about two and half hours of fucking, I breed the ass of a tight body Latino twink. My partner was a mare and ended up coming through his cage. He got several loads. Overall was a very fun night and a great way to kick off Folsom.

A few things to note: 1. The way it was in really, really big cities like NYC, London, Berlin, Los Angeles, etc. was not typical of how things were in the rest of the world, or even the rest of the countries involved. The vast majority of people - gay and straight - lived in places where there were not only no leather studs cruising the streets, but gay bars were still under constant threat of being shut down as public nuisances, and that was BEFORE HIV/AIDS hit the community. In plenty of "liberal" cities, gay bars still had door buzzers with someone watching on a CCTV camera from inside, only letting in people who appeared to be "safe" to let in. I didn't mention San Francisco because although it was also a very liberal and liberated city, it's actually not a "really big" city. The SF Bay area is large and has a huge population, but the city itself - where the gay community was based - is not all that large (less than 47 square miles) and the city population was only about 700,000 people in the mid 70's. 2. Once HIV/AIDS hit, things changed, rapidly - in many places, bathhouses were shut down, public cruising enforcement stepped up, and much of the "goodwill" that we'd enjoyed as a byproduct of the Sexual Revolution era evaporated. That didn't stop people from going out to bars, etc. - but there was a pall hanging over everyone, as this unknown disease/killer was out there and for a few years, at least, we had no idea what it was or how it was doing what it did. And even when science became sure it had to be a virus, there wasn't a test available to even determine if one had been infected. Once there WAS a test, results from those willing to be tested indicated that in some of those large cities, fully half of the gay male population was HIV+. At a time when there were no medications that could even slow the virus down, much less repress it to undetectability. And for many years, the alt-weeklies in those big cities (which were the only form of mass communication in the gay community anywhere close to "real time" were full of obituaries, every week, of members of our community dying. 3. You say you were "unlucky" to be born so late, in 1999. If you'd been born in, say, 1960, making you 20 in 1980, and you'd lived in one of those big cities, by today you'd very likely have been dead for more than 30 years. That's the reality.

I recently visited The Vault with a bttm fuckbuddy. It’s been my fantasy to see his ass get used at a sex club. Saturday was naked / underwear night and he was wearing a black jockstrap with his firm round muscle ass in display. First guy fucked him and came, I then had to feel his wet hole.. then a really cute nerdy muscular guy approached me, we kissed then he took my hand and guided to his ass, which was beautiful and round and definitely been fucked as he was very wet. That got me really hard and so fucked him while he fucked my friend, I was in deep when he came inside my friend. He pulled out, thanked me and walked off. A sexy big daddy type guy came over and wanted to taste my cock. He had a very big, thick cock which my friend started sucking. I then asked him to fuck my friend’s wet pussy. He turned him around and slid in with no hesitation, deep and my friend was moaning with pleasure as we took turns on his hungry ass. After a while, we took a break. We saw a well known porn actor, he came over and just presented his ass to me, he was so wet and dripping with cum and lube, I had to have his ass. I fucked him till he asked me to breed him, which drove me over the edge and I shot a 5 day load in him. My friend was jealous because he wanted it. On the tube home, I fingered his hole and he said he needed my cum. I fucked him around the tube starting in a small park. It was much needed, but am now addicted to cum hungry bottoms and want more

Sawgrass is a nudist camp just east of Tampa Florida Last April I was in the area and decided to go. You pay a fee and then you can go where you any where i laid out by the pool for a while Saw a lot of nice dicks and ass i then decided to walk along the trail. I stopped and sat on the bench A young buck came up to me and asked if i bottomed or top I said bottom and he asked if could fuck me Sure Then he said it had to be bareback okay i knelt on the bench and he dropped his shorts He had a nice 7 inch dick He spit on my hole and just went in He fucked me about 10 minutes till he said he was going to cum He also said he was not going to pull out but cum deep in me, he shot his load in a loud cry. it must have attracted others because two guys came up behind him Both fucked me raw and came in my ass After that I stood up Cum was dripping down my leg when I pulled my shorts up if you are ever in area drop by You will fuck or get fucked for sure

Met the top of my dreams, 6,5 muscular honey brown , green eyes. HE said he wanted a three-way. That was OK with me, Our third was waiting outside the topsapartment by the time we arrived (That was fast! hmm). He was OK but not as hot as my top. I thought he just wanted to get fucked by two black guys. Was on my knees blowing them both then my top bent me over and had me get on all fours on the edge of the bed. He started kneading my butt and fingfring my hole. I was READ-Y. Then he told the White guy to fuck me. What?!?! He drove his pink uncut cock straight into me. If it hadn't hurt so much I would have started singing. He didn't even give me a moment to recover. He started pumping away. It did feel good. Then my top said "My turn!" Oh yeah, baby, I was ready for that DICK! He got on all fours right beside me The white guy pulled out and immediate drove his pretty pink uncut cock, straight ito my "top!" I was confused, deceived and all I could think about was how to get that cock back into me. My top told me slide under him and suck his dick what he got fucked. Of cousre, I obeyed, anything to speed up my my. That top fucked us both doggy , missionary and every which way, until I could here him getting ready to unload in my ass. My "top" heard it too and looked like he was going to make a move.I squeezed by butt cheeks as hard as a could. The sounds of him coming sent me over the edge too , Cock block succesful! He pulled out, and my top decided he really wanted som ass too. He came within a minute. Not what I expected but a good time had by all

My ripe hairy nasty faggot cunt

There's really no way to tip toe around it. Raw sex is risky. There's no magical guaranteed way to eliminate this risk. The only thing you can do is attempt to mitigate it - which you've stated you're already doing. So other than that, embrace the risk and have fun. That's the freedom of being a cumdump. If you're still paranoid and nervous about it then you may not be ready for that lifestyle yet.

Here is the next chapter. I have more chapters written, but I'm editing them for content and length. I'll post them as I feel they are ready. Getting Away, Part 3 Matt awoke the next day and couldn’t shake what he’d done the night before with Snake. He was really turned on by the sex. But he was really upset at himself for letting a highly promiscuous guy he’d just met cum in his unprotected ass. Again! After he’d promised himself he would not engage in unsafe sex. Matt was drinking his coffee and listening to some NPR news story about Al Gore and George W. Buch campaigning in Florida in the same day. Matt realized he was barely listening to the radio and was instead stroking his cock through his briefs. He was rock hard thinking about Snake’s amazing cock fucking him last night. Paul got up and stumbles to the pot of coffee Matt had made. He was looking a little rough. Although they shared a bed, Matt hadn’t seen Paul after he and Snake fucked in the field. Matt allows Paul some peace to drink his coffee, Paul leans on the counter next to Matt and places his head on Matt’s shoulder. He is definitely hungover. Matt asks about Paul’s night and Paul grunts. Matt says, “I’m going for a run. Then I’ll come back and make breakfast for us.” Matt puts on a jockstrap, running shorts and running shoes and was off at a good pace. As he is running through the camp site, it was coming to life. He sees some guys having coffee outside, others doing a walk of shame/fame, workers cleaning up after the Moonlight Swim, and in one of the RV parks Matt saw a couple guys, including "July bottom," that he met last night. He jogs over to say hi. About 6-7 RVs of guys are making brunch and drinking mimosas. Before he takes off, Matt learns there is another Moonlight Swim tonight and a DJ. He waves and takes off on his run. It is just a few minutes when Matt again sees a hub of activity and guys walking to a kind of wooden band stage, chow hall thing with a faintly Native American theme. He runs by and sees folks setting up what looks like coffee and freshly fried donuts. Matt sees some of the fun guys he was in the pool with the night before and thinks he’d definitely like to spend some time with them later. So, Matt pauses his run again to say hi. The guy who had loosened Matt’s swimsuit laces the night before quickly puts down his donut and comes over to talk to the, once again, mostly naked Matt. Matt agrees to meet them at the pool later. Matt leaves off on his run again listening to the good-natured banter behind him. At this point, Matt decides to turn out of the park and really stretch his legs for a few miles. Matt needs to think. Running helps him think. As Matt runs, he replayed the events of last night and realizes that while Snake had clearly wanted to fuck him bareback; it was Matt who sat on Snake’s beautiful cock knowing they didn’t have a condom and Matt who had asked Snake to cum inside him. Matt knew it wasn’t safe behavior, but he couldn’t help but be turned on by it. He admits to himself that he wants Snake to cum inside him again. But Matt also knows that he should play safe. He really didn’t know Snake at all and what he does know is that Snake loves fucking guys, is good at it, and has many partners. Matt assumes that Snake fucked most of them bareback too. Matt runs what seemed to be about 3 miles before turning for the park. By the time Matt returns to the park he was sweaty, has decided to use condoms with Snake the rest of the weekend, and that he was going to make French toast and bacon for Paul because that would help with the hangover. Matt jogs back, sees Paul nursing his hangover on the porch, checked on him, gives Paul a kiss on the cheek and gets in the shower. In the shower, Matt congratulates himself on making the decisions he made to engage in safe sex and overcome his desire to feel Snake cum inside him. As Matt starts cleaning out he thinks about Snake cumming inside him again, Matt’s cock hardens. By the time Matt is done cleaning out, he is so turned on by the thought of Snake cumming in his ass that he jerks off in the shower while fingering his ass with shampoo. Paul and Matt eat breakfast and decide to head over to the pool with a cooler of Bloody Marys and snacks. Matt remembers to bring condoms with him in the pool supplies. When Paul sees the condoms, he asks if Matt used one last night. Matt blushes and says he forgot them when he changed clothes. Paul pulls Matt in for a one-armed hug and says, “Slut.” They laugh. Matt is in the white speedo today and a very loose, revealing tank top cut all the way down the sides to his waist. When they get to the pool and are setting up, a couple bears whistle at Matt’s outfit. He says, “It’s August. It’s hot. Why not?” One of the bears says, “You look very sexy today.” The boys all intro themselves and the bears group grows as their friends arrive. It is a very chill late morning. Around lunchtime, a group of the bears are going back to their camping area for burgers. They invite Paul and Matt who tag along and bring their cooler. As they get close to the camping area, Matt sees Snake over by a fairly disused cabin. Matt goes over to say hi. Snake perks up when he sees Matt and says how hot he looks in his white speedo and tank top. His rough hands immediately feel under Matt’s shirt and his ass. Snake says, “Fuck you look so hot.” Snake kisses Matt. Matt feels Snake’s cock. Snake is already chubbed up and as soon as Matt touches the cock, it becomes rock hard. Snake’s hand slides into Matt’s speedo and he grabs Matt’s ass. Matt moans. Snake says, “I gotta fuck you.” Matt says, “Fuck yes.” Then Matt hesitates and says, “I brought condoms this time. We really should use them.” Snake looks at Matt. This hot, sexy twink is really one of the best fucks Snake has had in a while so Snake stifles his impulse to tell Matt "what’s the point of a condom now?" Instead, he humors the boy. Snake says, “Whatever you want babe.” And as he says it, he slips Matt’s speedos down his legs and they fall on the ground. The guys making lunch are watching all this happen. Paul rolls his eyes, chuckles to himself, grabs the spatula out of the distracted cook’s hand, and tosses a couple of burgers on the fire. The bears are all staring at the sex scene unfolding in front of them. They watch as the camp site worker gets the tank top off Matt who is now completely naked, and leads him inside the cabin. With the door open and completely in eyesight of the group of bears, the camp site worker undoes his pants, takes out an awesome cock and slaps it on Matt’s ass. At this point a couple of the bears walk over for a better view because clearly Matt and the worker don’t mind an audience. Matt is slightly bent over some bags of garden supplies with his legs spread and Snake’s cock rubbing in his crack. Matt reminds Snake of the condoms and lube in his bag, which is miraculously just inside the cabin door and not outside with Matt’s clothes. Snake kneels to get the supplies, grabs the condoms, goes to hand a couple to Matt and they fall to the floor. Snake grabs the lube. Matt leans over to pick up the condoms as Snake turns back to Matt. He sees Matt’s hole as Matt leans over and he can’t stop himself, Snake’s tongue goes right for it. Matt is surprised but moans as the wet tongue slips into his ass. A small group of the bears are now less than 30 feet away as they watch the scene unfolding. Matt’s ass is getting eaten intensely by the camp worker. The preppy, good natured twink is moaning like a slut as his ass his eaten. They see the camp worker lubing and jerking his cock as he eats Matt’s ass. They see the condoms on the floor and assume the boys are going to fuck. But they are not surprised that this preppy boy would play safe – almost all of the bears play safe, almost all of the time. Matt and the camp worker reposition themselves, so Matt is on all fours and the camp worker is eating his ass and lubing Matt’s cock. Matt is loving the attention, and the wet tongue feels amazing on his ass. He sees the condoms on the floor in his sex induced haze and he is happy he brought them. Matt feels Snake’s impressive cock rubbing on his ass and he moans knowing soon it will be inside him. Matt remembers how good it felt last night. Bareback! Cumming Inside His Ass! Filling Him Up! Matt reminds himself to be a good boy. Matt strokes his cock. He wants to be fucked so badly. Snake watches the twink getting lost in his desire to be fucked. Snake knows he has Matt almost where he wants him. Snake wants Matt to take it bareback so he leans his body on the twink's back and kisses Matt’s neck. He rubs his cock in Matt’s crack and catches the head on Matt’s hole a few times. Snake says, “Fuck babe. I want to fuck you the same way we fucked last night.” Matt softly moans, “Me too. But….um” Snake says, “Can I put it in bareback again? I mean you already have my cum inside you right? Can I add some more in you?” Matt feels Snake’s cock pushing on his hole and it feels good. Matt looks at the condoms on the floor knowing they should use one. Matt says, “Just fuck me.” Snake smiles and says, “Bareback?” Matt lets himself get lost in lust and says, “Yes. Fuck me bareback.” The bears don’t know what the boys said to each other, but they watch as the big cock slides slowly and determinedly into Matt’s willing hole. They notice that the camp worker did not put on a condom. This preppy twink they’ve been hanging with and lusting for all morning is get fucked bareback right in front of them. The preppy twink who gives off “good boy” vibes is taking it bareback with unopened condoms literally right next to him. One of the bears cums in his swimsuit watching the scene. Another drops to his knees and fishes out the hard cocks of three of his friends and starts giving head. In the cabin, Matt and Snake are in the midst of a hot fuck. Matt is moaning and pushing his ass back to meet Snake’s thrusts. Snake is holding the twink’s hips tightly as his cock is buried bareback up this ass, again. Matt loves how he feels full of Snake’s cock and when the cock rubs his prostate, Matt grunts and moans in pleasure. Snake is as turned on by getting Matt to give in and take in bareback again. Snake wants one more thing to make his conquest of this twink and his amazing ass complete. He smiles as he fucks Matt thinking about it. He knows Matt will do it but doesn’t know if he’ll do it enthusiastically. Snake picks up his pace for a bit, then grinds his big cock on Matt’s fuck button, then picks up the pace, and grinds on the fuck button again. He does this a few more times. Snake thinks he’s got Matt in a fuck stupor now and he says, “I’m getting close babe. Where do you want my load?” With no sense of his own voice Matt starts moaning, “In me. In me. In me.” But it is so soft that while Snake knows what Matt is saying instinctively; Snake actually can’t hear the twink's words. Snake says, “I am close babe. I can’t hear you. Do you want me to cum inside you or pullout?” Matt responds, louder this time, just loud enough for the bears to hear him; “Don’t pullout. Cum in my ass. Cum inside me.” Snake is so turned on by the twink’s complete reversal from safe sex/use a condom nature less than 15 minutes ago into a cumdump begging for his load. His conquest complete, Snake shoots a load in Matt’s ass. Matt is jerking his cock and shoots on the floor of the cabin. Two of the bears cum on their friend as they hear the preppy twink beg for cum in his ass. The bear sucking cock focuses on the cock in his mouth and jerking himself as his friends loads drip down his cheeks. Snake surprised and overwhelmed by his orgasm slides out of Matt’s ass and sits back on his haunches, then leans against the bags of garden materials, exhausted. Matt joins Snake against the bags. He feels well fucked but is not as tired as Snake. For the first time, Matt looks around. He sees his bag, the lube, the unopened condoms, and then outside he sees his clothes. Matt is startled….OUTSIDE! He says to Snake, “Oh my god. I didn’t know the door was open. People probably saw us fucking.” Barely aware of his surroundings, Snake says, “And we gave them a fucking great show if they did watch. You are a great fuck.” All Matt can think is that guys probably saw and heard him get fucked bareback. Matt’s mind is moving a mile a minute trying to process how he was so set on condoms this morning, brought them today, and still gave in to wanting bare cock inside him. Snake runs his hand over Matt’s naked, sexy, athletic body and says, “Come here.” He pulls Matt to him and kisses Matt in a way Snake hasn’t kissed a guy in a while. Snake feels true appreciation for how he feels right now and the things this twink did to exhaust him so much. He says, “That was probably the best sex I’ve had in years. I am going to want some more. Is that okay with you?” Even Snake is surprised at how kind, respectful and caring he sounds. Matt smiles, says yes, and kisses Snake back. The boys hear a noise outside, quickly disentangle themselves, and Matt gingerly goes out to get his shirt, speedo and flip flops. He sees it was the two of the bears. One is on his knees covered in cum and the other one is standing over the first having clearly just shot his load. Matt, feeling a little better about putting on a show, smiles awkwardly and says, “Did you boys enjoy the show?” The guys both say they did and how hot it was. Snake gets dressed. Matt slips on his speedo, shirt and flip flops, collects his things and walks back to their campsite for lunch. The bears keep talking about how fucking hot the sex scene was….”like out of an 80s porn” one says. The other says, “But he shot inside, so not totally an 80s porn.” The two bears laugh and agree. Matt realizes these guys aren’t judging him, but laughing with him. Matt’s anxiety about the situation slips away. The self-confident, preppy, good natured attitude returns. Matt turns and sees Snake watching him walk away. He smiles and waves at the man who just filled his ass with cum. They get back to the campsite. Matt grabs a burger and sits on a big rock next to Paul, who is on the ground. Paul smiles, leans his head on Matt’s leg, looks up and softly asks, “Used a condom this time?” Matt looks at Paul, who is smiling knowingly up at Matt, and says “Asshole.” Both boys laugh.

Chapter 3 So here I was, getting my lungs full of the white smoke, encouraged by Jamal, who was holding the pipe for me. I later found out that he enjoyed this moment so much, getting me full of t for my first time and spinning me out… “Just like that baby, perfect!” Now hold it in for a moment before you let it out…” He moved the lighter away from me and looked at me with those sparkling eyes and a wide grin, while I exhaled. “How was that?” “Ehm, okay I guess?” “Good, just take another one. It takes a bit to get going…” With that he made me take three more hits back to back. And that’s when it hit me! “Whoa…” I looked at him. “Feel it, sexy?” He growled, while putting the lighter away, grabbing my hair and looking deep into my eyes. “Yeah…” I just said. I felt a tingling rising in me, an energy that I couldn’t describe. “Very good sweety. This will get you even more relaxed for my cock.” With that, he slapped his big and steelhard cock against the side of my face and awakened me from my shortlived stupor. “Get to work, come on!” And I did. I got his head into my mouth and then as much of his cock as I could. I wanted it all, even more than before, and I was now sure that I would be able to take it, eventually. “That’s what I love my sluts like!” he sighed, barely audible. I went to work on his delicious cock, I just wanted it more and more down my throat and I made slow progress with each up and down. I Heard the lighter again and after a while, Jamal pulled me up from his cock, told me to exhale. I didn’t know what was happening, but did as I was told, when he put his mouth on top of mine and exhaled his thick cloud into me. He then put his hand over my mouth. “Hold it in for ten seconds and then go down to my cock, get as much of it in you as you can while still being able to breathe and exhale.” I did as I was told, too intrigued to think about it. I took his cock back where it belonged and then figured out where it would still leave me some room to breathe while exhaling. I enveloped his cock into a cloud and looked up at him “Fuck baby, that´s the best sight a cocksucker can make for me down there, just like that. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my shaft and exhaling this cloud around it!” he praised. I felt a tingling. I didn’t know if it was from his praise, the smoke or the combination, but I smiled, as far as his cock allowed me to do and wriggled my tongue alongside its underside as a thank you. “Haha good boy! Now take it all down, come on…” I really tried, but I still couldn’t. I heard moans from behind me and needed a moment to realize that it was the porn, where the boy was likely already getting fucked. I still needed to get there, but first things first… I tried to impale my head again on his shaft and get it further into my throat. I wanted him moaning, I wanted his approval. And I also just really wanted his delicious dick! I was lost for a moment in the amazement of what was happening to me and sucking this hot guy off. That’s when I heard a shuffling behind me. I was shocked for a second, before I tried to withdraw my mouth from Jamals cock and turn around, but Jamal was faster and kept my head in his grip, his cock still firmly inside my mouth. “Don’t you worry Jakey, it’s just my friend Taron. It´s nothing to be ashamed of to suck my wonderful cock, right? He knows it happening all the time, don’t you man?” He turned his head and looked behind me. “Haha sure man. Got yourself a pretty one there it seems!” His voice was friendly, but a bit of a growl while not being as low as Jamals. He stepped few steps to the side so I could finally see him with my half turned head, despite being still impaled on Jamal´s cock. And what a sight he was! Similarly built as Jamal, not quite as tall, though also really muscular, with a slightly darker complexion. He just had a towel draped around his waist, where his cock poked obscenely out in the front. When my gaze went to his face, he looked at me with these beautiful dark eyes among his chiseled face and a mob of curly black hair with a side cut on the left, where he also had a glimmering earring He grinned a bright and sexy smile, that made his face seem younger. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties I guessed, a bit younger than Jamal. But oh fuck was he hot! For the third time this day I realized that I had stared, but this time with my mouth full of cock while a stranger was looking down at me and could barely contain his laughter. “Your face looks just as cute as I thought, but I have to say: Having that thick black dick in your mouth makes you look kind of slutty!” They both had a laugh at my expense, but I also chuckled from his comment, as I imagined myself in that moment. He had a point I guess. Jamal finally let go of my head and I withdrew my mouth, wiped my spit off my face with the back of my hand and wanted to get up. That’s when Jamal intervened: “No need for such formalities baby! You stay right where you are…” and put his hands on top of my shoulders. I was taken aback, unsure what to do. “He has already seen you sucking my cock so you don’t need to get up and shake his hand, right? Just tell him who you are and what you´re doing here.” “Ah yeah I´m jake and I´m here because Jamal… we met at pride and…” Jamal erupted into laughter when I turned my gaze to him. Taron just grinned and stepped closer. “Don´t let him play you for a fool so much Jake. He loves that!” and then fist bumped Jamal over my head. I didn’t know if I should laugh or be angry. But in the next second Taron let his hand fall to my head and started massaging my head with the tips of his fingers. I was taken aback, but it felt great! “I… I´ll try!” I just said and Taron grinned at me again. “Good. You can´t let him have his way with you completely, can you?” I didn’t know what to say. This was just so surreal. I was on my knees between these two black gods I just got to know, being discovered by the one sucking the other one´s cock. High on something, horny as fuck and completely overwhelmed by it all.

Chapter 2 We got to his place within thirty minutes. Thirty minutes that I had great difficulty to hide my excitement (mentally and physically) in public transport. Jamal didn´t make an effort to do so, but looked so nonchalant about it, that probably less people would give him a second look, while I was red from frantically trying to stuff my erection to the side. Well, if they didn´t take a look at his bulging pants that is. Then they would look more than two times, I swear. When we got to his flat, we practically ran through the doors and up some stairs. When the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall and gave me a long, slow, sensual kiss. I was a bit surprised by how gentle he was. But then he smiled at me and said: „You really need to calm down sexy. You look so nervous! And… well, nervousness is not a good match for trying to fit something into you…“ I looked down for a second, a bit ashamed, but also realizing that he was right. He was obviously big and I needed to relax. „So, lets get cozy first, shall we?“ Jamal asked. Want something to drink? Alcohol? Or I´d suggest a little G.“ I was taken aback by his directness. Had he really just suggested to put a drug into my drink? „Uhm, I think…“ I trailed off, confused. „It´s fine sweety, you´ve probably never tried it, right? Let´s just have a little and then you can decide if you want more or not. I`ll also have some and you can watch me measure.“ It was hard to argue with that. „No worries, I won´t try to knock you out, that´s no fun at all.“ „…okay. Yeah but just a little.“ We went into the kitchen, he prepared some coke and drew G from a little glas vial. I watched curiously. „1.6 for me and 1.3 for you sweety. I´m bigger so I can take a bit more.“ He flexed his arm grinned and then handed me the drink. I had to laugh a little at his display and took my drink. „To a great night!“ Jamal said cheerfully. „To a great night!“ We downed our drinks, it tasted nasty, but we had a sip of coke afterwards, so it was okay, „Lets get over to the sofa.“ Jamal suggested. When I turned around, he placed his hand on my ass and guided me like that to the living room, which made me hard again. The room was nice, clean, with a big U-shaped couch around a table, looking at a big ass TV with speakers all over the room. „Looks like somebody likes to watch movies.“ „Indeed“, he said. „All sorts of movies. How about some porn for now?“ he said with a wink. „Haha sure. What do you like to watch?“ „I´ll show you some, lets start with this.“ The TV showed a big, muscular guy and a twink getting slowly physical. They kissed and the twink started groping the other guys bulge. „Reminds you of something?“ asked Jamal. „Well… I guess you could say that.“ I quipped and sat down on the sofa next to him, letting my hand roam over his arms and pecs for a while, then settling on his bulge and giving it a squeeze. It was massive. He kissed me, more forcefully this time. We went on like this for a while, my hand still on his straining bulge, feeling it flex from time to time. When he let go of me, he put my other hand on his bulge, too, and looked into my eyes. I tried to pump his cock through his shorts, but then reached for his buttons and fly. „Becoming more comfortable, hmmm?“ he asked with his sexy, low voice. „Feeling the G sweety?“ I was a bit startled, but then realized he was right. „Yeah, I guess… feels like… waves? And I´m way calmer.“ „Good! Do you like it?“ „Yeah… yeah I do.“ I said. „Then go on…“ I reached to unbutton his pants and see the monster hiding in there with my own eyes for the first time. When I managed to pull his pants and underpants down far enough, it flopped out against his belly. “Wow!” I just said. I marvelled at it! It was not only big, but such a nice color, with a thick, lighter head and slightly curved upwards with some veins running along it. My mouth watered by the sight. “Haha, don’t just say that. Show me you like it!” With that he took my hand off of him and pressed me by my shoulders down to the floor. Fuck, I love a guy who takes control! I looked up at him and saw him grinning widely. He obviously loved seeing me between his legs, marvelling at his cock. I felt a bit embarrassed, but then he smacked his cock into my face and the thought disappeared into thin air. I saw his dick, his grin, and between those two were his massive pecs, his big body and… My thoughts trailed off. I just wanted to worship this beautiful, hot fucker. “Move your head closer and stick your tongue out!” he ordered. I did what he told me and his scent enveloped me, even before he planted his cockhead against my tongue. I loved it. He smelled a bit like fresh sweat and just… manly. Just then I realized, that he had smeared a drop of precum against my tongue. Fuck! “Swallow that sweety. Get a first taste of my babies in you…” I savored the slight taste and then swallowed my first bit of his cum. Fuck! I realized that I definitely wanted more! He took something from the table and then a heard a click and a hiss. I was startled and looked up confused. He sucked on a glas pipe while watching me. When he saw my confusion he smiled and exhaled a cloud of white smoke just above me. It smelled weird, but not as bad as cigarettes. “Sorry, this just gets me in the mood even more.” He winked. “I guess you´ve never smoked from a pipe like that?” I shook my head. I had smoked from a bong, but that? “No worries, it just makes horny as fuck and doesn’t taste so bad like some other things you can smoke. Wanne try?” Before I could respond, he already held the pipe in front of me and used this hissing lighter. “I, ehm…” “Just slightly suck it when you see the smoke coming out of the hole on top, like now. Go on!” I don´t know what drove me in that moment to suck my first cloud of t into my lungs. Well, I mean… I don´t know EXCACTLY that is. He was still a stranger after all, this was a hookup and I didn’t know what that was in the pipe. In that moment I couldn’t even think about consequences, it all went too fast and I was too horny. But after all, I was between the legs of one of the hottest studs I´d ever seen, sucking his dick and he wanted me to… he was so nice and dominant at the same time, he just pushed all of my buttons. So I just did it. And things started to change.

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The lust for power knows no bounds. "A Sept. 25 Instagram post (direct link, archive link) shows Vice President Kamala Harris being interviewed by CNN's Dana Bash. "I wonder what you say to voters who do want to go back when it comes to the economy specifically, because their groceries were less expensive, housing was more affordable when Donald Trump was president," Bash asks Harris in the video. In the clip, Harris responds, "Next question, please." The post's caption reads, "Always deflecting the questions." The post was liked more than 2,000 times in a day. But video of the interview posted by CNN shows the clip in the post was altered to change Harris' answer to Bash's question about voters and the economy. Harris did not deflect the question by saying, "Next question, please." Rather, Harris said she and President Joe Biden inherited an economy that "had crashed" because of Trump's "mismanagement" of the COVID-19 pandemic. The video and a CNN transcript of the exchange show Harris went on to say, in part: "When we came in, our highest priority was to do what we could to rescue America. And today, we know that we have inflation at under 3%. A lot of our policies have led to the reality that America recovered faster than any wealthy nation around the world. But you are right. Prices in particular for groceries are still too high. The American people know it. I know it. Which is why my agenda includes what we need to do to bring down the price of groceries. For example, dealing with an issue like price gouging."" [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/news/harris-said-next-query-race-131349379.html?.tsrc=daily_mail&segment_id=DY_VTO&ncid=crm_19908-1202929-20240928-0&bt_user_id=fp6nqOlCAq9IA0cwjkKdqREnkz62OKIMQzkNAUh0cSo2dpOIZD67SMYJJeb8dlaQ&bt_ts=1727528033681

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Chapter 4 – The Fists Are Flying Chapters 1 through 3 tell about my meeting a nice guy named Jeff. I invited him to my place for dinner, hoping it would lead to some hot times together. It did, and then we played a little game to find our limits. Luckily, neither of us has that many! I just fisted him after we partied, and now he’s going to work on my ass. After Jeff got me settled in the sling, he grabbed the pipe and torch and brought them over to the sling. He gave me the first swirls and then took a big hit for himself. He had me do a few more, and he did more, too. While he was standing next to me with the pipe, I kept reaching back to play with the plug in his ass. It’s always so hot to see a handsome, hairy guy who likes having his ass played with, and Jeff was not a disappointment. When we had both topped off, he sat at the sling's base. He first applied a bunch of Slam Dunk into my ass, taking care to ensure that all sides were well coated. Then he lubed up a toy for use on my ass. This one was the smallest Minotaur that I have, but it is still a massive stretch. This dildo is heavily textured and has a head that usually pops into my hole. It’s always a fun ride and even better when another stud shoves it in me. Once it was lubed, he placed it at my hole and started to push. Since the head is pretty big, it often takes some effort to get it in. But the head popped into my ass easily, and the rest started sliding in behind it. With all the texture and folds on it, this toy always feels good as it passes through my ass. It tapers down after the head but then widens again as more goes in. This one is both a depth and a length toy. Jeff must have noticed how much I liked the pop when the head went in since he pulled it back out and then worked on popping the head in. He’d slip the head in, move it around a little bit, then pull it out to repeat the process. This sort of stretching and popping is always exciting to me and Jeff was playing my hole like a maestro. Next, he drove the toy all the way into my ass. With all the texture on this dildo, it felt amazing as it moved through, and Jeff was rotating and shaking it as it went deeper and deeper into me. He knew how to drive a dildo, and I had a feeling he was going to be an excellent fister as well. I picked up the poppers since he had the toy embedded deep inside me. The sensations of being filled at that depth are always exhilarating, and the poppers would let me enjoy it even more. I took two deep hits from the bottle and then began to ride the dildo. I hooked my feet around the sling frame and used them to pull me back and forth on the toy. My ass was pulsing as I rode it, and Jeff got to watch as it slid in and out of my hairy hole. The poppers slowly wore off, and I slowed my movements on the sling. Jeff told me to hold the dildo in place while he lubed up his hands. Unsurprisingly, I fucked myself with it while he added X Lube to his hands. He took back control of the toy, pulled it out of my ass, then shoved the lube injector in to further grease me up. Then, it was time for his hand to go inside me. I wanted to take this slow and let Jeff know of my desire. He nodded in agreement and, while staring deeply into my eyes, began to push his folded hand into my ass. His four fingers went in without any difficulty. When he got to the wider part, where his thumb and knuckles came into play, he held his hand in place to let me feel the stretch. This is a favorite of mine, and I enjoy that feeling of being opened up. Then he started a slow descent into the deepest parts of my ass. His hand was large, and I enjoyed feeling him crawl through my ass. He was moving slowly and moved his hand around as he discovered a pathway in my ass. Jeff expertly worked through my inner hole and entered my colon. When he was in there, I grabbed the poppers again to enhance the experience. Once the fumes permeated my brain, I went wild on Jeff’s hand. My ass muscles pulsed around his hand, which drew him even further into me. I reached down to feel his arm as it was penetrating me and was surprised to find how close he was to getting in elbow-deep. I can take a deep fisting, but it usually takes more time to work up to that. He had done it quickly and easily. He was moving his hand around inside me, flexing his fingers out before folding them back in. He’d also rotate his hand around so that he made contact with all areas of my ass. Then, he asked if I was ready for him to pull out. I nodded, and we kept eye contact throughout the process. He went slowly going in, but he was even slower on the way out. Fuck, this guy knew how to push all my buttons. A slow removal is awesome since I get to feel his hand as it slithers through my guts, and I can enjoy all the various sensations that course through my body. Jeff kept brushing my prostate with his arm as he was moving out. He really knew how to make my ass feel good. When he was a little more than halfway out, my cock started to spew out a load of cum. My whole body shook with the ecstasy of the experience. He simply stood up and sucked my cummy cock into his mouth. He had stopped moving in my ass when this happened but sat down after a while and resumed his withdrawal. There came a point where, no matter how much I wanted him inside me, my ass spit out the rest of his hand. My hole felt empty, but I knew there was a sweet gape, and I could feel lube dripping out of my ass. Jeff went back in again. This time he went in more quickly and not as deep. He pulled out again and placed his fisted hand at my ass. He looked at me as he plunged his fist into me, then pulled it out, going back in with the other fist. He pounded my ass with his fists as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. It was obviously stimulating to me, but also a very sensual moment. When Jeff entered again, he went deep. He let his hand rest there for a moment, just doing some light twisting and probing to feel his way to a greater depth. His fingers teased my inner hole, and it responded well to his touch. Soon, he was working his fingers through the bend and into my colon. Once he knew he was past my inner hole, he told me to do some poppers. I did, and he waited a moment for the fumes to take over my brain. When they did, he started rubbing the inner walls of my body. The sensations were off the charts, and I was moaning and squirming around in the sling. Jeff intuitively found my hot spots, and I enjoyed all of his efforts. As the poppers rush slowed, Jeff began another unhurried extraction. He slowly pulled his hand out, getting to the point where his fingers were still inside me, but his palm was out of my ass. He leaned forward at that point, putting his cock into his hand, and then slowly sunk that into me. Knowing that this sexy man had shoved his cock into me alongside his hand was highly stimulating, and I encouraged him to fill me with his load. Jeff clenched his hand around his cock and basically jacked off inside my ass. I was excited to watch him do this. His head was thrown back, and he was grunting as he stroked his cock. Soon, he picked up the pace and shouted out. “I’m gonna cum!” “Fill me with your load!” I responded. A few more strokes, and then I heard the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Jeff kept stroking his cock, stimulating my ass as well as his dick, until he buried his cock in my ass. I could feel the pulsations as he dumped his load inside me. It was such a pleasure to receive his cum, and it was made extra special by the fact that he had done it with his inside me. He kept tugging on his dick, sending wonderful feelings through my ass. Knowing that he was also working his load deeper into me was an added bonus. He kept his cock and hand inside me for a while, engaging in some small movements, but we were both feeling pretty spent. He withdrew his hand, taking his cock with it, and sat down on the stool. Once we both had a short breather, he suggested we take a break on the bed to relax and rehydrate. So, he helped me out of the sling, taking me into his arms when I was standing. We then walked together to the bed and collapsed onto it.

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I'll echo @FilthySTDPig. First, welcome! We appreciate you for what you are, thanks for being willing to serve the rest of us. As a cum dump, you already know you're likely consenting to anything. You're probably willing to offer yourself out to anyone, regardless of status. Obviously that means you're taking on anything they'll have. It makes sense to expect that you'll get any STI and need to seek treatment. You're smart in being on PrEP and Doxy. Still means you'll have the litany of STIs to deal with. If you think you're ready, there's a lot of guys here that are total cumdump bottoms and embrace that, warts, STIs and all. And a couple with whom I've spoken and hope to use in the future (the risk is kinda hot). Guys like @cumbottom4use can offer a lot of advice. Definitely ask questions.

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I had to drive to a town a few hundred miles away for work. Heading back in the evening, long boring drive, I wanted to be comfie so I just slipped into some really short up my ass Daisy Maes and a cropped tank top for the drive homeward. I gor sleepy and pulled into a truck stop to use the restroom and stretch my legs. I went to the restroom and I noticed a older gent check me out in the restroom but then a worker came in so I reluctantly went back to my vehicle. I was leaning against the front bumper sipping a soft drink when the gent who checked me out walked by and stopped, looked and motioned me to follow. I went with him to his 18 wheeler cab truck and no sooner was I climbed in that he yanked my shorts down and pulled my top off down to my thing panty. He unzipped and told me to take this slut! I looked as it was dim in the truck but could see he was as big as I had thought I saw in the restroom. He grabbed my head and pushed me down telling me I told you to take this slut shoving down my throat. He pushed me to the back and bent me over and fucked me and while I was reeling still from poppers and the pounding he got on his CB and advertised my availability. Almost immediately another trucker knocked on the door and led me to his truck, I was nude as we walked with my clothing in my hands, high on poppers, and me trying to get my thong on and he said do not worry about that, you do not need it and again, he face pounded me and shot down my throat. This time another truck pulled up and I stumbled across into it and the driver yanked me up and cuffed my wrists to a handle inside the aft cab and he force fed me whiskey straight. Two more men climbed in and all took turns with me. This went on for a while until I started crying they were hurting me. When they were finally satisfied with themselves the trucker pulled over to my car and let me out, still naked and then gathered my cloths and tossed them down to me. And drove off. I slept it off for a bit before getting enough strength up to drive.

Hey guys hope you read part 2 link above. And I hope you’re enjoying the read there will be probably 3 more parts. Part 3 The next morning arrived in a haunting stillness, the air crisp and cool as Alex stirred awake, his head pounding from the remnants of last night’s excess. Fragments of the wild night drifted through his foggy mind, but he couldn’t tell what was real and what was merely a dream. As he slowly rose, the eerie quiet of the house unsettled him—Mikkel’s room was empty. How had he even gotten home? Confused, and feeling a restless energy in his body, Alex stepped into the shower. The warm water did little to soothe his nerves or clear the haze clouding his memories. He headed downstairs, still caught between the sharp ache of his hangover and the strange thrill of his fragmented recollections. “Hey,” came a low voice from behind. Alex flinched, his heart pounding as he spun around. Tom stood there, watching him with a knowing smirk. In the blur of last night, Alex had completely forgotten Tom was back. “Did you have fun last night?” Tom asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. “I… I can’t remember,” Alex muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, unsure if he wanted to recall whatever had transpired. Without warning, Tom stood and crossed the space between him in one swift movement, his hand closing around Alex’s ass, firm and deliberate. Alex’s breath hitched, his heart racing in confusion and something else he didn’t quite recognize. He tried to step back, but Tom held him, his touch lingering just a moment too long. “What about this?” Tom’s voice was a low murmur, his gaze piercing. Before Alex could respond, Tom’s grip tightened, and in one fluid motion, he flipped Alex over, pinning him in place. The suddenness of it left Alex breathless, caught between fear and an undeniable, magnetic tension. Tom's lips pressed firmly against Alex's neck, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a shiver through Alex's body. A surge of panic rose in him, and he instinctively tried to pull away, but Tom's hold was firm, his presence overpowering. Just when Alex thought he might break free, Tom went down pulling Alex’s orange shorts down. He then stuck his tongue into the soft freshly showered hole, savoring the sweetness with closed eyes biting and licking those sweet boy buns, lost in the pleasure of it. He got up, and pulled out his cock and started to place it around Alex’s hole, but Alex shook his head gently. "I don't like men," he murmured, his voice trembling. Tom chuckled, his eyes dark with mischief. "You liked it last night," he said softly, his hand brushing against Alex's hard cock filled with pre cum "See? I knew you liked it." Tom bit down on Alex’s neck scared he tried to escape but Tom’s hold was to strong Tom started to stick his cock into Alex deeper and deeper see you like it. Tom than started to fuck Alex slowly but than faster and harder Alex moaned with each thrust. Alex couldn’t say no or escape Tom was to strong oh man this ass feels amazing Tom screamed. Oh man I can’t last too long I’m getting close! Tom said noooo don’t please Alex cried out loud I’m not gay. Tom than rested his head on Alex’s neck as he continued to fuck him deeply and faster ahhhh. I’m gonna cum! take it take my load. Tom shot a huge load into Alex and stayed deep inside him see that was good Tom said with a smirk, that’s when Alex moaned loudly and shoot his load all over the floor. Tom then give Alex a tongue filled kiss. Alex stood frozen, his mind spinning with confusion. What had just happened? How could he let this man fuck him so intensely? He had barely pulled up his pants, the remnants of the bizarre morning still clinging to him when the door creaked open, and Mikkel entered. “Crazy night, huh?” Mikkel’s voice was tired, his steps heavy with exhaustion. “Kim’s wild. I crashed at her place, but yeah… crazy. I’m gonna shower and hit the bed.” Alex was relieved when Mikkel didn’t notice the mess on the floor—the evidence of everything strange and unsettling about the morning. As Mikkel disappeared up the stairs, Alex sank into the couch, closing his eyes, trying to quiet the chaos in his mind. But even in the silence, he couldn’t escape the thoughts of what Tom did to him. Why was it stuck in his thoughts? A few hours passed, but Alex found no peace. His mind felt restless, and he needed clarity. He decided to head out to soccer practice, hoping the familiar rhythm of the game might distract him. But even as he moved across the field, his focus slipped. In the locker room after practice, something unexpected happened. He locked eyes with another player sitting alone on a bench. He thinks his name was Forest Shaking his head, Alex tried to resist the strange pull, as forest up got and went towards the showers eyeing Alex to follow him. Alex closed his eyes and slowly followed and there was Forest he was fully naked hot steam as the water hit his naked body touching himself Before he realized it, Alex went on his knees, consumed by the desire he didn’t understand. He wrapped his lips around Forests cock, he was bit smaller than Tom’s cock and it was the first time him sucking someone it made it abit easier for him. the feeling it gave him was overwhelming his senses, his mind swirling in a haze of pleasure and confusion. His breaths came shallow, ragged, as he whispered, “No, I can’t…” But it was too late he couldn’t stop. The indulgence was irresistible, Forest then picked Alex up and turned him around placing his cock inside Alex using nothing but spit and water from the shower. No words were shared between them, as Forest started to enter Alex more and more deeply the more satisfying, more intoxicating he felt. His body trembled with a strange euphoria. “This… this feels too good,” he muttered, yeah bro I’ve always wanted to fuck you! Forest said from behind him so hot fucking you here in the showers he added. Finally, Alex couldn’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum! Yeah bro cum for me! Ahhhh Alex screamed out loud. Felling you cum is gonna make me cum oh fuck bro yeah! And with that Forest shot deep inside Alex, Forest slowly pulled out and slapped his ass thanks! Alex just stood there for a second thinking how could he how could he take two cocks in one day… What was happening to him? He stood there, panting, staring at tiles of the showers floor he just couldn’t understand. He made his way back home—not Mikkel’s house, but his own. He needed to be alone, to think, to figure out the person he was becoming. The quiet of the night did little to soothe the growing storm within him, a mystery he couldn’t yet unravel.

This story is a continuation to the original “Selling my Status” which had been start by a former. The member closed their account so the remains unfinished and in limbo. I have resurrected the story below but as a nod to the original story and discussion here is the link … Originally - “Selling my StaruS” I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it outbecause that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again,didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, andlet out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 10 Installment number Ten of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his surprisingly chem friendly hubby Charlie; the Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar; an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that soggy Saturday morning with the guesthouse doors soon to be opened and Vice, Lou and I relaxing and cooling down. Once again, apologies for the delay. SATURDAY DAWNS – STILL SOGGY STILL SEXY Vice was popping grapes and having a bit of Yogurt around 5:30AM when he looked at me, and with all sincerity asked, “So, Daddy J, is EVERY weekend like this for you?” Lou couldn’t even control his laughter as I sputtered, “sadly no, Vice, even I cannot claim to have a weekend like THIS very often at all.” We laughed and I added “and hell, it’s still not even dawn on Saturday morning!!” After a few more grapes and some more drinks for each of us we all fell into one of those comfortable “fugue” states that can happen when taking a break in a marathon party weekend. Vaguely still stroking cock, nips or holes and drifting in almost a hypnotic state, next thing we knew it was just after 8AM. A loud noise out in the hallway seemed to rouse us all, and we all began to stir ourselves and stretch out. The view out the window showed lots of puddles everywhere along with downed branches and other wrack from the storm the night before. “Well, that sure was one stormy night,” I quipped. “You boys have as much fun as it seems you did?” “Hell yeah,” replied Lou while Vice jiggled his eyebrows at both of us smirking “No regrets, J-daddy, NO regrets.” Excellent, so THAT was out of the way, and all was not only well, all was awesome seeing the stud still so enthusiastic. “Anyone have any idea what Jimmy’s surprise is for this evening?” Vice did not, but then he’d only met Jimmy on Thursday afternoon, but Lou answered that he had a few clues but was due to hear more details later today himself. “What are your plans until then J-Man?” Lou asked. “Eating sounds good,” I began. “And frankly, I’m going to come back here after breakfast and take half a sleeping pill and get some actual sleep before I start the chemical bacchanalia back up. Later this afternoon if the sun comes out, I’ll probably go out to the dunes and get some sun and fuck around out there a bit, it’s been years… oh, and I need to go to the leather store for a few things as well. How does Café Heaven sound to you boys?” Café Heaven was by far the closest breakfast spot and one of my favorites. “Won’t the line be hellacious?” asked Lou. “Not if we find 2 more guys to eat with us,” I replied. “They have a table that fits five and only five people that they won’t give away to a group of a different size. If we shower and get over there by 9 we will likely be able to get that table. My treat by the way…” We started to move with a bit more alacrity – a few pipe puffs admittedly helped – and checked with one of the houseboys (Noah) who was out in the hall cleaning and tidying after the orgy just hours before to see if we were still clear to use their group shower room. When told “yes of course” we bundled up our kits and headed down the back stairs with just towels around our waists. We were greeted with enthusiasm by Lorenzo and a moment or two later by Miles and Zar the manager who had just entered from the laundry area with a big load of towels and sheets. Some good-natured ass-grabbing and cock-tugging ensued before we were released to shower, shave and all the rest, including each of us using the shower shots and was gratified that Vice was the first to insist we all use them to be “ready for anything”. As we were toweling off and drying our hair, we mentioned going for Breakfast, and we got our additional two guys – Zar and Miles – to join us. The other staff would finish the cleanup and other duties as these two would be taking most of the evening shift that night. Telling the guys it was time for me to call my Hubby, I left them all joking and chatting, and getting back to my room, dialed my husband’s hotel and asked for his room (no, he didn’t have a cell phone – it was 2006, and he hated them, didn’t get one until 2017. Seriously.) We chatted a bit, and I asked how the “Evening of Entertainment” was at his Convention the night before - “tragic” he responded with a chuckle, and he filled me in on a fascinating seminar the day before and which topics he was scheduled for later in the day. I was telling him about how wild the night before got with the blackout, and with Father Frank (swearing him to secrecy) and was just getting to Vice deciding to get fucked, when the boys returned. My description made Vice blush a bit, but I noticed the tent making itself known in Vice’s towel. Though most of the evening wasn’t my husband’s kind of scene, THAT portion was very hot to him he informed me. Again, promising him that I would both eat and sleep we said “I love you” to each other and ended our call. The guys were both shaking their heads. “Vice my man,” Lou began, “just how often would that conversation happen with any CHICK whose guy just had sex with a ton of other people?” Vice laughed, responding “like NEVER… can you imagine the world of abuse you’d take for that?” “Nice to know there’s an alternative, yo, right?” Lou offered while Vice smirked and nodded. Grabbing something from one of my drawers I addressed Vice. “Here” I said as he caught it easily, “put a little of this on your hole now and a couple of times today, it should keep you from getting sore.” He looked at the tube while spreading some on his bud with a finger. “Anal Eeez? That’s wickie wild man, you guys think of everything – well sex-related everything, don’tcha?” We all got dressed, with Vice pocketing the tube, and although we packed up all their stuff, including Lou’s supply box, we locked it in the closet for them to retrieve after breakfast, and headed downstairs where we collected Miles and Zar and headed out to eat. We arrived and saw a line already, but after a minute, the door opened and Deborah the owner (a former Broadway dancer with lots of friends in common) saw me, gave me a hug and kiss and asked me how many. “Five” I smirked. “Come right this way gentlemen,” as she ushered us in ahead of lots of 2-tops and 4-tops who were waiting in line for the next table that size, and were shocked that our group was heading right in. “Brilliant,” Lou whispered to me, “I have to remember to only bring 5.” It turned out to be a very fun breakfast – Lou and Zar catching up and telling stories from when they were in High School together; Vice excitedly – but quietly – telling how amazing everything the night before was especially getting fucked, while even Miles turned out to be a lot of fun. There was a wicked sense of humor on this farm-boy from Kentucky, and he just could not get over the fact that despite my being from a 4th generation New York City family, I actually loved Country Music and even sang some once on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry with Phil Campbell’s band... He was also a baseball fan too – Cincinnati Reds – and boy did he freak when I let him know that I’d been to Opening Day at Riverfront Stadium three times due to my appearing at theatres in Cinci and Dayton in late winter and early spring three years in a row. Lou, Vice and I knew we’d still be pnplaying later and ate accordingly. Lots of Yogurt and Granola and Oatmeal and such, although I couldn’t resist a plate of Heaven’s famous fried potatoes, so peppery and so good. With everything else I’d had in the past 36 hours; I needed breakfast to be both digestive and party friendly - I hoped the one indulgence wouldn’t become an issue (it didn’t). We were back at the guesthouse by 10am. Jimmy had texted that he would meet Lou, Vice and me at “After Tea” Tea Dance at 6:00 and he’d go to the leather store with us after that. After setting up meeting at 6, at the Crown & Anchor, Vice and Lou shlepped all their stuff out in the bags they brought last night and headed back to Lou’s to similarly crash and get some sleep. Zar helped them carry some stuff, leaving Miles in my room looking at me speculatively. “Yes…?” I drawled out in my lowest register. “I ain’t gonna to be able to fall asleep ‘less I jizz one more wadd,” Miles told me, then gave me the big boo-boo eyes and asked “so do you wanna’ fuck around some while we tire out a bit more? I know you need to sleep, so just more of a quickie?” I chuckled, nodded and we started stripping. I pulled out a pipe and torch and he began to talk again. “Ya know, s’ really rad meeting a dude who likes the same music and sports and shit I do. Most gayboys don’t like ‘em… and you don’t even care whether you bottom or top more and are down with both…” I nodded as he continued, “That’s the way I wanna’ be too, I hate being stuffed into a box I don’t fit into…” “In professional theater, we call that ‘Type Casting’ and it happens to me all the time, more when I was your age. And that goes for sex too – all the way up to the present day; looking like I do? Party guys think I’d never be into it…” I paused to pull a big hit from my waterpipe, grabbed him by the neck, blew a shotgun into his mouth, and handed torch and bong over to him, then continued; “I’ll admit it sucks sometimes, but don’t let it get to you – just strike out and be yourself. Damn, kid, you are nice enough and hot enough that you’ll be able to stick to your own course if you want.” He nodded as he inhaled the glass cock then pulled my neck to him and shot-gunned me as aggressively as I had just done to him. I winked at him as I exhaled and said “I’ve got a prediction here – I guarantee you after last night’s performance, NO ONE around here is going to typecast you as a twink bottom…” He grinned hugely at that. “Getting typecast as a redneck TOP, now that might happen from now on…” “Oh yeah? Well, then…” at that the little ginger hottie pushed me onto the bed on my back and pulled up my legs, his hard cock ready for entrance. “Hey country-boy! Some lube? Yeah, I’m pretty open but currently dry down there…” He smirked and dropped to his knees alongside the bed and dove face first into my hairy hole. Unfortunately, it was too good to last. Not two minutes after we started there was a commotion out in the hallway and we heard someone knocking on the door of the room next to mine (Father Frank’s) and then my door, with Zar voice calling “Seth? Miles? I need you both, emergency.” “Damnation, what horseshit do they need from me right this minute?” Miles stood, and with the both of us fully naked, and hard, pulled open my door in annoyance and drawled, “you have the worst goddamn timing Zar…” Without blinking an eye at our condition, Zar bumped into the room and replied, “sorry guys, this really IS an emergency, one of the guests…” he was cut off by Seth busting in behind him whining “Now, what?” The disheveled and confused blond twink was trailed by a rumpled Father Frank looking utterly pleased with himself, Seth wearing a very skimpy purple bikini brief and Frank looking kind of studly in an old Bike jock strap. Zar closed the door behind them, then spying my bong and torch grabbed them, sparked the torch and once the vapor began to churn, took a large hit then sighed as he blew a major cloud into the room. “Sorry for not asking Daddy J, but I really needed that… thanks.” I put my hands up indicating it was no problem then indicated to him to pass it around once he started talking again. Everyone took a hit or two. “So last night, during the blackout one of the guests stumbled on the stairs once the emergency lighting started fading. It hurt, but not really badly, he thought, so he continued playing for a bit, then went to bed after popping a couple of PM painkillers. When he woke up a little bit ago he was in agony, his ankle swollen to the size of a cantaloupe and angry red, black, blue and purple… and he can’t walk, AND he’s a single, no one with him.” “Provincetown Ambulance, or Outer Cape Health?” I queried. “Called ‘em both,” Zar replied. “The Ambulance Corp is swamped because of the storm last night, apparently there were lots of similar and worse injuries around town, and Outer Cape is understaffed today – the doctor can’t get in, and the tech for x-rays and stuff is one of the injuries from last night… so our guest Earl needs to get to Hyannis Hospital because I’ll be damned if that ankle isn’t broken.” “Shit, that sucks,” Miles muttered. Zar continued, “It does. Now Karl and I are going to drive him down to Hyannis, so I need you two on duty right now.” Looking at the condition the four of us were in he said, “I know I’m cutting into off-time for two of you and fun time for Daddy J and Father Frank, and I promise I’ll make it up to all of you somehow, but it’s Saturday morning, our busiest time for check-ins and outs for the entire week and Miles, you’re the only one who can take over the front desk for me, and Sethie, I need your magic down in the laundry to get all the sheets and towels we used up last night ready for the guests, especially the check-ins. I’m sorry, really.” “It’s totally understandable, man” I told him; “and it’s the right thing to do on your part, both as a human being AND as the on-site manager of this business. I’m sure these two young studs will find time for us ol’ geezers later in the weekend.” Father Frank nodded and mumbled his agreement. I started the bong going around again saying “why don’t you guys all take a hit or two to get your energy back up before you all run downstairs and have to get busy…” Zar whispered “Thanks, I owe you one…” in my ear, after he blew his cloud, the boys took their hits, nodded to each other and shot-gunned me and Frank. With a “bye daddies, why don’t you two take care of each other” indicating our hard cocks, the three of them slipped out my door and closed it behind them. Looking at my old buddy, whom I’d known for fifteen years but had only played with sexually for the first time only a few hours ago, I enjoyed the view of the compact little Episcopal Priest who looked like a Kirk Douglas clone and was sporting wood in that classic jock of his. I was still fully naked except for a leather snap cock ring around my dick and was just as hard as he was. “It’s not a bad suggestion, you know” I smirked at him, “we did say we’d continue this later.” “We did, didn’t we…” he mused, then added, “It still feels a little weird with you – old friend and my own age and all – but a few more clouds of this stuff and any hesitation will be gone.” I smiled as I held both torch and waterpipe for him to take a hit and was a bit surprised that he indicated a shotgun so I leaned down to him and touched lips as he shot the cloud into my mouth. Pleased, I set the computer to play porn again, added a few more rocks to the pipe and melted them. We proceeded to take a number of hits and shot-gunned each of them, with our lip contact getting more intense with each hit. Finally, I said it needed to cool down a bit, and taking one last huge lungful from the bong, I set both it and the lighter down and turned to Frank to share it. He pulled my head down to him and pressed his mouth much more intensely on mine this time. The shotgun turned into a pretty serious French Kiss, and that clergyman sure knew how to make out! After about 5 minutes of us sucking face, falling back on the bed, groping each others’ cocks, tweaking each other’s nips, squeezing each other’s butts and fingering each other’s holes, we pulled back for a breath, and all Frank said was “You’re right. Friends SHOULD fuck around. I think it’s your turn, right?” I smirked, and said “hell yes… oops, sorry HEAVENLY yes.” He snickered while I took a second to pull poppers and Max Impact back out, and then lit the torch while Frank laid back on the pillows. I took a rip, handed him the set, and knelt between his legs. Taking his hard cock in my mouth I let the cloud billow all over his cock and balls, while he did a pretty good job getting himself a good hit without burning my stuff! As he blew that cloud down toward my mouth, I took a few minutes to orally appreciate his nice hard cut tool – almost a twin for my own in size, cut and girth, and he was much shorter than me – his nice sack of balls and a quick couple of licks to his taint, before I pulled two pillows, one for behind my head and one for under my ass, and spread my legs for him, showing my hole. “Ready!” I stated. Frank got up on his knees and took one last long draw from the bong, put it down, and then copying me to a degree dove his face into my butt sticking his tongue in my hole and blowing that smoke slowly onto and into me. He then rimmed me spectacularly for a minute or two, and lubing my hole and his dick, slowly but steadily pushed into me. I moaned as he bottomed out and palmed the bottle of poppers to me, indicating both our noses. I really didn’t need them at the moment, but figured I’d go with his flow while he was topping – I took a small hit, then held them for him as he did big hits in both nostrils – this really set him going, and he started a nice hard grinding fuck with lots of hip action, and a good amount of nasty talk on his part. He might have been inexperienced as a bottom, but he was well-versed in topping. I responded to his excellent fuck with my own nasty responses to his sex chatter and worked my ass muscles on him for all I was worth. “Holy Toledo!” he growled, “whatever you are doing with your ass, it feels amazing.” “Just like what you’re doing with your cock man – see, age and experience can be a good thing…” He nodded then indicated the bong, I took a quick hit and then held it for him while he took a long, long drag. He leaned down after I put the pipe down and rammed his mouth onto mine, exhaling the hit and then attacking my tongue with his. While continuing to play tonsil-hockey he really pounded me with a rapid bunny fuck that had both of us moaning into the other, tearing at each other’s nips and sweating like pigs… After a nice long pounding, he ground to a stop, still fully inserted. We both took deep breaths, and he slowly withdrew, both of us falling backwards laughing and gasping for air. “Nice work, Padre, that was one for the ages,” I complimented. “Sure was… yowza, you can do wonders with that hole of yours,” “Not bad for a mostly Top, eh?” I asked. “Now, Let’s see if I learned anything from that – I can’t believe I am saying this, but I need you to fuck ME again,” replied a chagrined Father Frank. “Well, your prayers are about to be answered Frank” I shot back. I quickly got a small booty bump ready for him and shot it into his hole to work on releasing any inhibitions as we drank some Gatorade, changed the porn, wiped up a little bit with paper towels and took a few more hits on the bong. To distract him from the minor burn, I sat him on the edge of the bed as I frequently do with my bottoms, knelt on the floor on a pillow and proceeded to worship his hot hairy ass cheeks and manhole. I feasted on that sweet, clean, inexperienced butt going from kissing and sucking to deep tongue fucking and nipping until my old pal was groaning and grunting and finally begging me to “fuck me already!” Standing up at the side of the bed, he grabbed my hard cock with lube in his hand and slicked me up while I took the lube from him and made sure his almost virginal hole was good and wet and slippery. He took a hit of poppers in each nostril, then nodded, whispering “Slow, please”. Nodding back, I slowly pushed the head of my cock into him, pausing if he flinched until I was finally balls-deep in him. “There it is man, those are my balls bouncing on your cheeks,” I growled. “I can’t believe how good this feels… wish I had done this before.” “Dude, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in your cassock at your church. Always thought you were a hottie.” I gradually began thrusting into him and accelerating until I had us moving at a good fuck-speed. “Holy Cow that’s amazing,” he grunted. I must admit, I always found his use of non-obscene cusswords and expressions amusing but found them even more so in a sexual environment. Wanting to give him his money’s worth, I started varying my thrust speed and angle. It was easy enough for me to do, considering the discrepancy between our sizes and weights. I shortly had him taking it on his side, on his knees doggie style, then flat on his belly as I got up on the bed. Maneuvering us a bit, I popped out only for a minute while I got onto my back and had him ride me cowboy style. He seemed to like that a lot (many top guys learning to enjoy bottoming do, it gives you a sense of being more in control even if you are receiving…) and while he rode me he was able to grab the pipe and torch and had us exchange a few clouds more. After letting the hot priest ride me for a few more minutes, it was time. Telling him to hang on, I rolled the two of us, returning me to top position in a Missionary position fuck, and began a steady bunny fuck while twisting and tweaking his nips. His rock-hard cock was pulsing all by itself, and suddenly he started to shake a bit and shoot his load. “Holy Fuck!” he blasphemed, both of us a bit shocked by his outburst and both of us turned on by his hands-free orgasm. I started a breathless joyful laugh at that point and after a moment he joined in with chuckles of his own. “You aren’t going to shoot?” he asked as he finally caught his breath. “No,” I huffed, “seems I need a bit more time to recharge and frankly some sleep – hint, hint.” I made sure that I gave him a big grin, so he wasn’t too put off by my needing a break to sleep, and fortunately he took that in good graces. “Thanks for opening my eyes among other things,” he quipped as he grabbed his stuff and headed for the door. “I may need some further tutoring in the future…” “Any time…” I gasped. “Hey Frank? Need a sleeping pill?” he shook his head in the negative as he closed the door behind him. Setting an alarm for the late afternoon, I took one of my already halved sleep-aids and gulped it back with a full glass of water. Laying back on the bed, I closed my eyes, and with the night’s hot experiences replaying on my eyelids, after a few minutes I dropped off. SATURDAY EVENING: SEXUAL SHINANIGANS AND ANONYMOUS ANTICS I woke briefly around 4 and noticed it was raining outside again, so no dune action for me today! Grabbing my alarm, I reset it for 5:15 and barely got that done before I returned to dreamland for another 45 minutes. Hearing the alarm, I was glad I had done so since that meant I had given my body a good six hours of sleep. Turning the claxon off, I stretched some and tumbled out of bed, heading to my cooler for some yogurt and fruit. As I munched, I checked my flip-phone for messages (remember this was 2006) and seeing none, assembled my kit for a shower and clean-out. Grabbing a towel and pulling on shorts, I made my way down to the desk, still manned by Miles, to see if I could still use the houseboys’ facilities downstairs. Assured that it was still okay, I asked how Earl was and was told that he did have a broken ankle and that Zar and Karl were on their way back with him even as we spoke. Grateful for the continued use of the much larger and easier to use facilities, I headed down the back “Employees Only” stairs to the houseboy’s dorm. Giving a quick “Hello?” and getting no response, I headed to the showers and utilized the shower-shot before shaving and brushing my teeth and then a full shower, getting all the funk of the day off. It wasn’t until I was drying off that anyone came into the bunkroom at all. With a quick “hey daddy” Lorenzo was in and out without questioning anything, so I wrapped the towel, taking shorts and kit in hand and headed back up to my room. I arrived at After-Tea right at 6pm and looked around the dance floor at the Pied Piper. I spied Lou and Vice right off and headed their way. Just as I got to them, I felt a tug on the sleeve and there was Jimmy with a big grin on his face. “Hey guys,” he began, “I want you to meet my niece and her boyfriend, Cassie and Doug.” He indicated two college types trailing him, his niece being a diminutive white goth-type with black fishnets under a black mini, gauzy black blouse, red bandanna and lipstick and black lined eyes and brows. Her boyfriend on the other hand, was pretty preppy, quite the contrast. Taller than me, he must have been 6’2”, a bit hefty but with a nice bubble butt, dressed in a polo, cargo shorts, socks and slides - very white, cute face and big black rimmed glasses, with short dark hair combed to one side. Jimmy introduced us, and the niece looked like she was having a blast while the boyfriend looked a bit stunned at everything. Saying “let’s dance” Cassie pulled us all onto the dance floor, where there was so much of a crowd most of us could only sway (though as a professional dancer at the time, I got in some hot moves). After a bit, I dropped out of the group and leaned against the wall watching. Shortly thereafter, Doug joined me. “Wow, man” he said. “This town is really wild. Have you been here before?” “Many times,” I replied. “I even lived here for five summers a while back.” “And you were cool with all of this?” he asked. “You don’t seem like…” “Hold it,” I broke in, “if you mean all this homosexuality, you’d best know that I’m gay before you go on…” I kept smiling however, since he was still young. “Well, no, I mean, yeah, but…” I stopped him again. “So, all of this is new and a bit unexpected for you, I’m guessing?” I asked. He nodded, “Cassie just said she wanted me to meet her uncle and that this place was wild and a lot of fun.” “And that it is, and don’t worry you don’t have to be gay to have a wild and fun time here… I’m told the straight scene here can be lots of fun too.” “Oh, that’s good, I was getting worried,” he responded. “Cassie said coming here would ‘broaden our horizons’, still not sure what she meant by that.” Seeing the group on the dance floor heading for the back deck of the club, I indicated we should follow. Catching up to them outside, Lou had handed Cassie a vape pen and drawing a hit murmured “oh that’s good! Here, Douglas, give this a try.” She put the pen to his lips and activated it, gesturing to him to inhale and obviously giving him no choice in the matter. She had him take another few hits, then did a few more herself before returning the vape pen to Lou with a “thanks!” as she did so. The group of us chatted somewhat pointlessly for a few more minutes, before Jimmy said “oops, it’s 6:30, we have to be going… have fun kids, we’ll see you later at the party at the Crown!”. They waved goodbye as Cassie pulled Doug back into the crowd and the four of us used the back beach gate to head to the alley and out onto Commercial Street. “Can I ask what that was all about?” I said to Jimmy. “Sorry, didn’t mean to blindside you but you seem to have done exactly what I needed you to.” I indicated for him to go on. “My niece wants to spice up their somewhat boring sex life and get Doug in touch with his wilder side – she thinks he has some bi tendencies, and she’s always wanted to be gang-banged, and wanted me to set up both, while getting them both high to do so. So that was the set-up, while the scene itself starts at the Crown Party tonight. We just gave them a preview of Miss Tina, and whether you knew it or not, you just gave him the first inkling that gay men aren’t just sissies and the like…” “Devious” I responded, not sure whether I meant that as a compliment or not. We headed over to one of the town’s leather stores that had a good variety of fetish wear. The clerk and I recognized each other vaguely from my days living in P’town a decade prior remembering a leather jock I bought from him back then. I picked up some more analeeze for myself (having given the stuff I had to Vice) then got another bottle of poppers, and a new chained set of nipple clamps, plus a pair of nipple suction cups. When I was done with my own purchases, Lou asked me to advise on some leather wear for Vice, which he’d be paying for. Vice looked a bit taken aback and said “Yo, you sure man?” to which Lou replied “You gunna’ be my right-hand man, you gotta look the part…” So the first thing I picked out, Jimmy seconded me on – a leather vest with no buttons or closures, but with leather fringe down the side seams. Sounds a bit like something Ike Turner would have worn, I know, but once we got his shirt off, it looked awesome on Vice. “Oh yes” said the salesman. “you’ll have them drooling wearing this.” The second necessity from my point of view was a harness for Vice. I chose one that had leather shoulder straps, but big link metal chains around the sides and heading down the front to a cockring. Next was a pair of lederhosen style chaps with a snap-on snap-off front and back panel and big chrome rivets running down the side seam. “Would you come with me to the fitting room, young sir?” the salesman asked with a vulpine smile on his face. “Go ahead, enjoy the fitting,” I said as Lou nodded for Vice to go on. While they were gone, Jimmy and Lou and I cruised the store looking at more things for sale. The absent two made a brief return for Vice to show off his new regalia both with the flaps on, and then with a slight blush as the salesman pulled them aside, with the flaps off. There was no denying his cock had a semi, and that it was wet. They returned to the dressing room while we chuckled and shopped some more. By the time they returned, the clerk with a smile and Vice with a smirk, I had gotten some toy cleaner; Jimmy had gotten lube and a new paddle; and Lou had picked up a jock, some Max Impact and four leather armbands, two of which were intended for Vice. Lou picked up all of Vice’s items plus his own and wanted to pay for the stuff Jimmy and I had, but we thanked him and refused, paying our own on these minor purchases. The clerk widened his eyes when Lou paid for all his purchases in cash. He told us he hoped all of us would return soon, with a wink and a smile. As we exited the store, Lou asked Vice, “So did he give you all the service you needed?” Jimmy and I snickered a bit. “Yo, guys, that dude got me back there and once I had my pants down he had my dick in his mouth in about half-a-second,” Vice told us. “I would have bumped him off, but it felt so good, I just let him go to town for a bit. He pulled off and said that he needed me hard to test the fit of the pouch and the cockring. After we came out to show you how I looked, he gave me a bit more head before he stopped and looked at me – I told him yo man, have a party to go to later if you catch it. He did and let me get dressed after that.” We all chuckled some more. “He did give me his card with his number, yo…” he finished, joining us in our laughter. It was only a block or two to Jimmy’s place and once inside he pulled out his big glass bong and loaded it up while putting some porn up on his big screens. We all blew some nice clouds while Lou took the time to give Vice the two leather armbands, which looked awesome on his pumped biceps. Jimmy said that he and Lou had to go and make more preparations for the group scene later this evening and needed us to hang until he called us around 11. It seems he wanted us to meet him and Lou and the niece and her boytoy at the Crown, and then as things progressed, join them in the kids’ room. Once things started going, I was supposed to bring Doug back here to Jimmy’s where a few tops would meet us, and Jimmy and Lou and Vice would stay in the room with some others coming to fulfill Cassie’s end of her fantasy. And no, Jimmy was NOT going to fuck his niece, he was hanging to assure her safety. They would then head down to Jimmy’s later to reunite the two kids. “In the meantime,” Jimmy asked. “Could you two do me a favor? Normally on a Saturday I would have one or both of my gloryholes open from now until I went out at 10:30 or 11. It’s one of the busiest times and I’m afraid some of my regulars would be ticked off if there’s no one manning them tonight. Would you guys consider doing that for me?” Again, Lou nodded in Vice’s direction, and so he nodded yes as I replied, “sounds like fun to me!” Jimmy made sure we had his big bong handy with a bag of shards from Lou. There were lubes, poppers, Max Impact and bottles of water at hand, plus he activated the screen in the gloryhole alcove (see Part 1 and Part 2) and put some gloryhole porn on it. Reminding me of how the exterior lights and camera worked and how to turn them on once we were ready, Lou and Jimmy told us to have fun and left by the ground level entrance to Jimmy’s house. Left to ourselves, I noticed Vice was already stripping, so I joined him in getting naked. From Jimmy’s collection on the wall of the playroom, I pulled two stretchy cock-rings and some paper towel rolls. “Are you okay with this?” I asked Vice. “Hell yeah, this’ll be wickie hot,” he replied, “like a vending machine of dicks!” Then I followed asking the enthusiastic newbie, “These holes are set up so that you can get fucked too. Are you ready for that if you feel like doing so?” “Sure am, used that shooter in Lou’s shower,” he responded, grabbing the bong and melting the congealed puddle on the bottom of the bowl. As I watched him take a huge rip, I thought how this kid was supposedly straight as an arrow just over 48 hours ago, and now he was enthusiastic to work a gloryhole? Astonishing. There had to be something more to this in the background that I was unaware of, but my musing was derailed as he took another big hit and shot-gunned it to me. Fuck the mystery, it was time to play! We each took a few more hits from the bong, and I suggested booty-bumps to get us in the mood for anything. Each getting a similar sized shard from the baggie we got down into a rimming 69, and after good tongue work on each other’s hole we pressed the shard as deep as we could into each other. I winced a bit at the burn, and Vice grunted “glad this part don’t last too long…”. As the burn faded, I walked over to the gloryhole alcove which Jimmy had pulled the curtain on earlier. This was a bump-out on the side of the house near the rear corner that the Realtor in me suspected had been a coal chute in bygone days. As it was, it had two side-by-side “stations” facing the outer wall where the holes were. The holes were at average waist height on the outside of the house, but the alcove’s floor was a bit lower than that (hence my feeling it was a coal receptacle in the past) with what looked for all the world like the kneelers from church on the floor of each station – there was an extra pad to put in the closest station for Jimmy who was shorter than the average guy he’d have join him there. The full to the floor stations were built narrowly so that the walls of each chute left room along the sides for padded shelves for a guy’s shins, allowing him to face the other way and have his ass even with the hole. Between the two was a holder for poppers and such, a swing door with shelf to outside and a really primitive b/w security screen to see the visitors. Guys in the know knew that a single green light out by the fence both front and along the lane meant one cocksucker was available, two lights meant two were. Arriving in the roofed over alcove on the side of the house, there was a bell to ring if the cocksucker was away from the holes for a moment. Quite a system, actually. I hit the switches for both holes, pulled the cork and wood plugs from both and watching the porn on the little screen at the back, while we sat cross legged across from each other stroking, smoking and laughing until the first “customer” arrived not 5 minutes later. The dude stepped up to the hole on the left, the one Vice had chosen, so he got on his knees and took in what looked like a decent sized dick. Only a minute or two later, the security cam showed another guy heading for the right hole and I got on my knees beside Vice and began servicing a fatter but shorter uncut dick. Using hand signals we decided to race to see who could get his guy off first. I won, but only by a couple of seconds. After that there was a fairly regular stream, never more than a five-minute break with neither hole used. Sometimes just one of us was busy, sometimes the other, sometimes both. When it was just one, the other of us would rim, suck, or rub our hard cocks against the sucker’s ass. We had just taken a water break about an hour into the session when the security cam showed 2 guys showing up together. Vice immediately perked up and whispered “oh fuck this is hot! I know them, old friends… left, go left… YES” Though I didn’t know the whole story, what little I got made me very horny and I went to town on the other old friend while Vice slipped the longest cock so far between his lips. Both dicks were beautiful, big and full, but Vice’s pal got a bit thicker than he could handle so we switched places briefly so I could deep-throat his pal. While stroking his other pal, Vice hissed through the swing door. “you guys want some ass? Wanna fuck?”. The guys indicated they did and asked for a bottle of poppers while Vice returned to his station and we both lubed our butts some and got on our shins and presented our holes to the wall. Vice took a huff of poppers, passed them to me, and tapped on the wall to let them know to start. Meanwhile, I torched up the pipe and we each took a hit as our holes got breached. Vice’s guy apparently made his entrance slowly, while mine was a bit more rushed. Once we had blown out our first hit, I whispered “so what’s the deal”. Vice replied likewise with a whisper that his guy was his best friend in elementary school and played on his hockey team in high school, and the other guy was his pal’s older brother. “I can’t believe I sucked on my buddy’s dick and now he’s got it fucking me… can’t wait for the next time I see him on the street or something and he doesn’t know that I know what his hard dick looks like and tastes like and that he fucked his old hockey buddy up the ass. So wickie hot!!” We made out like teenagers before taking more bong hits as the straight boys outside banged our butts. At one point from outside we heard “Change up?” and the cocks pulled out briefly before we each felt a slightly different tool slip up our holes. “Damn, Jimmy,” came the voice from outside, “whoever you got workin’ the holes tonight, let us know the next time they are here… so good…” Vice and I smiled at each other as the guys withdrew again and returned to their original places to finish off. Sure enough, only a minute or two passed before my guy started to squirt with his brother starting right after. Once they both pulled out, we both sat back to breathe. “Fuckin’ A, that was so hot,” Vice began. “Who’d a thought someday I would suck off my man Matteo, and get him to bang my ass. Damn he’s got an amazing dick!” “His brother wasn’t bad either,” I smirked. “You knowing them made that a lot hotter too. And he has no idea who just got him off so well!” “Shit, now that I know what his dick looks like and what a good fuck he is, I wonder if there’s any way I could get him tweaked up on T, and have him get naked and fuck around together… maybe get a piece of his ass too…” he mused. “I like the way you think son,” I responded. After that we only had one or two more who wanted to fuck, and neither were at the same time. In fact, both holes were only active at the same time once more before we closed down, but when one of us was sucking, the other was rimming him, or sucking him, or fucking him from behind. We kept each other quite happy as we finished off the 8 or so more guys who stopped by before 10:30 when we shut down, turning off the lights and closing up the alcove, putting the plugs back, closing all the lubes and poppers and turning the security cam off. Pulling the heavy curtain down over the alcove, we headed to the group shower Jimmy had on that level, did quick touchups and packed ourselves up (including Vice’s new leather attire and the baggie Lou left us). Right on time at 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice changed into his. Jimmy naturally worked this time into his schedule for the evening. I messaged back we’d be there before 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse.

Lets see how big of stuff you guys can take up your ass;)

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This needs to be made into a live action movie for real

I was a HS cocksucker, I had a few partners.

Any "sex" act that does not involve penetrating an orifice in the human body with a human penis. I also think oral is just foreplay, and do not enjoy hours of foreplay moving on to the main event. Any functionally lesbian "sex" act that includes a male of the species but completely avoids their penises. I despise cuddling, massage and tit play and often feel like I'm the only bi/gay man in the PNW that doesn't list cuddling as the top 3 "sexual" activities they are looking for in their hookup profile or when you ask them in person at a cruising venue.

I want to meet Kyle.

my reccord is 42 during a gloryhole session, I was arriving for the opening at noon and I left it was 1:30 am

Just ordered a new one with the caped end.

Every time I see this thread resurface on my Unread tab, I get a little quiver in my hole. Absolutely love being piss fucked. I wish I could live full time in a filthy, public, men’s restroom. On a similar vein, anyone else like to run their finger up the inside of a urinal and taste it every time before you use it? The best part is getting caught.

Piss fuckin is good

Some pics of my needle play

Hearing the door creak open had me panicked for a moment. Looking back, I only had a glimpse of work boots from my vantage point. My heart was pumping fast, fueled by adrenaline—I hadn’t expected this, but decided not to move. I wouldn’t be able to move quickly anyway as my joints were stiff from being on my hands and knees on the sticky floor. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the stall door open up. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice deep and gruff, “love fucking a cum filled hole.” I heard his pants unzip while I opened my bottle of poppers, held the bottle to my nose, and inhaled for as long as I could. My head was fuzzy; he said something I didn’t hear. I felt a thick finger moving up and down my crack, no doubt gathering the cum that leaked out, and then slowly inserting it back into my used hole. I let out a moan, he let out a chuckle. I heard him spit, he removed his finger, and I felt a brief pressure on my hole before he slid in the entire way. He was maybe 5-6in long, decently girthy. Luckily I had cum lubing up my insides. I moaned as he bottomed out, his balls were big enough that I felt them against my ass, and I felt his belly resting on my lower back and ass. I moaned again, lost in the high from the poppers. He said something else, but I could only make out “…nice used hole for daddy dick. Love worthless fags like you, they never say no to my load.” I moaned deeper and longer, pushing my ass back as much as my stuff joints would allow. I didn’t like being called a worthless fag, but I was there being a cumdump taking anon loads, so he must be right. I took another hit of poppers as he started pounding. The rush of poppers overwhelmed me and I almost rested my face on the floor, were it not for my anonymous top’s hard thrusting, which pushed me forward and my face against the wall. He would pull out almost completely and slam his dick as far into me as possible. With each thrust, my dick would twitch sending precum into my jockstrap and forcing a moan out of my mouth. He would mutter under his breath while fucking me until his speed started increasing. “Fucking slut, I’m going to breed your hole,” he nearly shouted. Slamming into me, he put his entire considerable weight on my ass forcing my body on the ground. He growled and made small thrusts as he bred me, I could feel his dick pulsing within me, filling my ass with his seed. He let out a final moan, pulled out, and slapped my ass. I was in shock at being on the ground, having taken another anonymous load while my newly poz boyfriend is at home sick, and still reeling from the poppers, I barely noticed that my second anonymous top had left. I peeled myself off of the floor and gingerly readjusted my cock and balls after being crushed underneath the previous top. My chest and jock were sticky, clumps of dirt and other unknown substances adhering to me. A worthless fag indeed. Standing up in my stall, I put my shorts back on and checked my phone. The poz daddy had texted me back.

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

Thanks guys, i appreciate the pozitive feedback! A friend has already suggested i do a spin off in the straight fiction part for Jess which im considering, as i can touch on the possible sister pozzing also. I have a couple more unfinished stories , Opening the Door (my new one) and Seasonal Gift which is around and will get piggy.

I see what you're saying, and mostly agree. But I think the attraction is having a lot of man sperm inside you as lube when the real cocks enter to make a direct deposit. I think it's just about having a lot of sperm inside.

I think it’s just the pigginess of it that turns people on

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”

I (54) have an open relationship with my boy, Drew (23). Our relationship is purely physical. We’re both horny 24/7. We don’t get jealous. If I come home to find another Daddy nutting in Drew’s ass I watch until he’s shot his load then I fuck my load up Drew’s wet hole. Same goes if I’m fucking one of Drew’s mates, he will join in. We share a bed and yeah, I breed him most days but we also group fuck at least once a week. I love watching other men breed Drew's ass.

My Older Black Friend - Part VIII Without much notice Robert did just that. He pushed into me, passed that second ring, and held still. His cock was now pulsing and I could feel a different pressure in my ass, almost my guts, his poz cum blasting into me. With that last bit of pressure my cock just started exploding alll over my stomach and waist. stream after stream flew out of my hard cock. I was now moaning deliriously. Without pulling out, Robert felt to my chest and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in me. Robert looked up, "I love you Tim. You are now mine" I had just taken John's cock and cum deep in me for a second time this week, and now my lover lay between my legs after giving me all of his hot cum deep in my ass. This was truly what I had fantasized about for so many years, fulfilling every sexual desire for my man, and pleasuring him more by giving my ass to him to own and give out when it turned him on to do so. I had barely noticed John while making love to Robert, but now sensed him next to me, while still on my back and Robert inside of me. I opened my eyes to see John slightly rubbing Robert's shoulder and a big smile on his face. "Tim, that is one of the hottest things I have ever been a part of", John said as he bent down to kiss me. I felt John's tongue and spit filling my mouth, it was a great turn on, and very sensual. John pulled his face away from mine slightly and spoke quietly to Robert. "My friend, I don't now how you found your boy, but Mr. Tim is very much in love with you". John smiled and added, "damn lucky!". John stood fully again and now I noticed his cock was semi hard. I looked up at John, he was staring intently at me, moved his hand down to his cock and squeezed. "Yes Tim, when Robert wants me to fuck you again, I will not hesitate". Robert lifted his head from my chest and turned to us. "John, I am thinking my boy will always love that". We all smiled!!! He was very right! After we had all cleaned up, we dressed in shorts and t-shirts then headed for the pool area at Robert's house. We all grabbed some water on the way out and got comfortable in some of the lounge chairs by the pool. Robert had grabbed us each a towel. I was in the middle chair with John on my right and Robert on my left. The sun felt so good as we started to chat about our day so far. It was moving in to late afternoon so the sun wasn't as intense, but felt so warming on my body. "Fuck that was amazing Robert, and Tim", John said without opening his eyes. Robert both said 'yes it was', almost in unison. There was a moment of silence and Robert started talking. "John, I am really glad we finally found the right partner to help us with our fantasy, everything we have discussed over the years. I know Tim has been wanting the same thing, to be the bottom in this type of scenario, so it seems it works out for all three of us. Is that right, Tim?" "Yes sir. I honestly couldn't have imagined it happening in a better way". I turned my head to John and he was looking me and my body, I caught his view and said, "John, I am so happy you joined our love making and exploration". John smiled. "I can't tell you how great you are Tim, willing to be with us both and so thankful that it turns you both on to share you with me". I saw John reach down and grab his cock through his shorts. His eyes never left mine. I smiled and laid back on the chair, closing my eyes. "John, those thoughts make us all hard I think", I said. We all laughed. As I lay there, I could start to feel cum making it's way to my ass opening and I knew two big loads wanted to exit me! I smiled, but felt a little embarrassed. I started to get off the chair and said, "I need to use the restroom", paused as I got up and continued, "no thanks to the both of you". Both of the men just stayed laying down, eye closed, and said that I was welcome. These guys were great! I made it to the rest room and let some of their big loads drain from me. I was amazed at first, but honestly knowing that John produced huge cum loads I wasn't really surprised after all. I cleaned up and exited the bathroom. When I made it back to the pool, both Robert and John were now naked, enjoying the sun on their bodies, and semi erect. I wondered what they had been chatting about! That made me smile. "Oh, naked time now, huh?" I asked. They both said yes and I quickly removed my clothes and joined them. This time I adjusted my lounger more upright so I could stare at both of their massive cocks and older frames. All this time in my life I Had fantasized about these two men, not them exactly, but this type of situation and these types of men. With my left hand I reached out to touch Roberts chest, nipple, and let my fingers slide down to his hip and rest right next to his cock head. I looked at John next to me. "John, what about you, why don't you have a boy of your own?". John moaned a little. "good question Tim. I guess I just haven't found the right man. Sure I find them to fuck, which is always great, but some still want protection, which you know isn't my thing. For those, I just need to fuck and cum. Finding that perfect bottom boy, that knows what real sex feels like and is very ok with taking my raw cock and cum, it is rare." Just with those few sentences, I saw John's cock start to grow. John continued, "Robert can testify to this, you are a very rare young man Tim. That you immediately recognized that connection between you and Robert, realized that the connection you two shared was bigger than statuses. That is really amazing". As I was watching John's cock and listening to him, I suddenly felt Robert's wet cock head touch my hand. I quickly looked at my man. His head was still back, but his cock had grown towards my hand and he was now leaking on me. I started running my thumb over Robert's cock head, rubbing that sexy precum all over. That only encouraged Robert's cock to grow harder and harder. While I was playing with Robert's cock I had heard John get up from his lounger, but was focused on my man's cock. Then I heard John, he was next to me, "suck my cock boy". I turned my head towards John and his cock was hard and leaking next to my face. What a gorgeous sight he was. John still had his cock ring on and he was pushing his cock down so I could get my lips on it. I opened my mouth and helped guide his leaking cock into my mouth. His cock tasted so fucking good. It tasted like precum and cum from our previous fuck session. I brought my legs up and spread them wide so my ass was exposed. I felt Robert shift and my hand left his cock. Soon he was kneeling next to me telling me to suck John's cock while his finger found sore, dripping, hole. I moaned in response to his gentle touching of my lips. John started in on the hot talk, which turned me on even more. "Suck this cock baby boy. Do you like the taste of my cock? This cock bred your cunt a little while ago, how does your ass taste?" This was driving me crazy with lust, John knew exactly what to say. Robert then stood up, "we should take this into the bedroom". John slowly pulled his wet cock from my mouth, "yeah probably" as I watched him stroke his big cock once more, right in front of my face. I looked at Robert and he was standing, rock hard, again. Fuck he is gorgeous. Robert helped me up and as I turn pats my ass to remind me I am his good boy. I reach behind me and take hold of Robert's big cock and start to walk into the house. As soon as I enter, John is there, cock now semi hard, but still leaking. while holding Robert's big cock in my hand, John takes my face in his hands and kisses me deep, tongue invading my mouth. I reach down with my free hand and hold John's cock, it is already rising to being fully hard. Robert's hand is now on my ass, fingers making their way to my wet hole. Robert wastes no time in burying his finger deep into me! I moan into John's mouth. John backs away slightly and tells me, "I want to be under you while Robert fucks his cock into you". Robert pulls his finger out of my ass, pats my ass again, and says "you heard him, let's go boy". When we entered the bedroom, John immediately got on the bed, on his back with his head toward the end of the bed. I followed him and got over him on all fours and immediately my mouth found his gorgeous cock! My mouth took over right where I had left off outside, sucking and tasting that gorgeous man cock. Before too long, I felt some lube being applied to my ass and Roberts big fingers slowly working my hole in circles and then penetrating me. first one finger, then two fingers. Robert's other hand was gripping my ass cheek, trying to pull my hole open wider. "Fuck your ass lips are puffy boy, your ass is begging for my cock again", Robert said. I removed my mouth from John's big cock, long enough to say "please fuck your baby boy. I need your fat cock in me". I felt Robert's fingers withdraw from my ass and heard him apply lube to his cock...I could almost see in my mind his hand sliding all around my man's hot thick cock. I knew what was next. I was right, within seconds I felt Robert's big wet cock head at my hole, pushing slowly...almost rocking, into my hole. one more slight push and Robert's cock head broke through my hole. "boy, my cock head is in you and fucking eh, it looks so good! do you want more of daddy's cock?", Robert said. "Yes please daddy, put your cock in me. my pussy belongs to you, please take me", I almost yelled. Robert put his hand on top of my ass and said, "here it comes baby, take my cock". Robert was pushing steady now! At some point I want to jump forward as I felt it was too much cock, too quick, but I made myself push out and push back on his black did. "my little slut, you want daddy's cock and load in you, I can see you pushing back on my dick. Yes, take it baby", Robert said. John said, "Robert, this boy loves your cock, you can tell. With each inch of your cock this boy leaks even more precum. Only a true daddy's boy reacts like that". I was really stroking and swallowing as much of John's cock as I could. His precum, and my spit, was flowing around his cock and down over his balls. I couldn't help it. Soon enough I couldn't keep my mouth on John's cock, I was panting and moaning so much with Robert sliding in and out of me with a nice steady speed. It so fucking good, and I felt so full of his big cock! John maneuvered out from underneath me and was now standing beside the bed. I felt John's hands on my ass, pulling them apart for Robert as his big black cock slid in and out, relentlessly. "Fuck boy your ass is really opening up to that big cock", John said. "We have really turned you into a hot slut bottom, haven't we?". John continued, "Robert, are you going to give him what he wants? I want to watch your cock breed your boy". Robert just moaned and picked up his pace. I was moaning out loud every time that big cock penetrated my ass again. Robert was sooooo deep in me and by his pace and heavy breathing I knew what was coming. I could feel that black cock start to swell in me, stretching my hole even more. Robert started gripping my waist even tighter, "baby are you ready for daddy's hot cum?" "....mmmmmmm.....yes please", I replied. "take my cum boy, take my poz seed baby!" was all Robert said as he slid all the way in and passed my second ring. HIs cock swelled one last time and I could feel him shooting his load into my guts. Robert held still, buried deep in my ass. I couldn't even believe I was taking all of his cock. It felt so amazing. Slowly Robert's cock was shrinking and I felt him slowly start to pull out, which seemed to last forever. As soon as he finally pulled free I immediately fell on my stomach, legs still shaking. Robert got off the bed and moved to the top so he could whisper in my ear. "take John's cock and cum now boy, he is going to take you". I felt John get on the bed behind me, he didn't pull me up but instead mounted me with his legs on either side of my legs. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole, but I couldn't move to help him. "Don't worry boy, I will do the work, I just need to unload in you", John said. I felt him pulling my ass apart, and the tip of his cock at my used, now sore, hole. He was going to fuck me one way or another, and I secretly loved that. In one motion John slid his big cock all the way in me. After Robert's massive cock having been in me, and breeding me, John could easily sink in to his balls! John was more grinding his cock into me than really fucking me, churning Robert's cumload in my ass. It felt so great to feel John's weight on me, and the emptiness of Robert pulling out to be filled with a big hot cock. John lowered his body to lay on top of my back. His mouth was next to my ear telling me all the good things I was feeling and of things to come. "baby boy I am going to fuck my poz load deep into you. is that ok?" John asked. "please John, please give me your load". "That's it baby, I am going to cum right on top of Robert's big load, give you my babies. Fucking hot, here comes my load baby boy". John pushed in deep and felt him swell, but my ass was already too wrecked to feel his load shoot., but I knew he was cumming hard by the guttural moans was making, and telling me in my ear. John slowed down his motion, but kept his cock in me. "I hope we knock your ass up today Tim". "me too" I sad, "me too". John rolled off of me to his back, and I was empty once again. I lay there, breathing hard. Robert the joined on the other side of me, his big hands slowly and gently exploring my ass where John had just been. gripping my ass cheeks hard and thanking me for being his. I smiled and slowly started to drift off to sleep. Two weeks later. I had been at Robert's house for the past several days. A week or so after I had been with Robert and John I got pretty sick and while talking to Robert he suggested I go get tested as soon as I could and then come stay with him so he would nurse me through it. I had been at Robert's house, while feeling shitty, also very glad to be here and guided through it by Robert. He was so caring, and when we did find out my results, we cuddled and kissed. I could tell me was super turned on, hard to hide that big cock, but I wasn't really into it, and he totally understood. Two days later I managed to get showered, and cleaned out, and made it back to bed. I got it bed naked, not that Robert could tell, but after checking on me I asked him he wanted to lay with me and watch something. Sure enough Robert got into bed and soon realized I was naked. His cock was so hard. I looked at him and kissed him deep while reaching for his big leaking dick. "Tim you are sure you are feeling up to it?", Robert asked. I guided Robert's hand to my ass and bare cock. "Yes sir, please take me again" I said. Robert proceeded to give me my first post-poz fuck and load! It made me so happy to know I was now truly his.

I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued

Part 2 – Mandingo Tagger Tag Teams: I could smell his need to fuck as I walked past the security guard who had unlocked and opened the office door for me. Maybe it was because he partially blocked the door as I came through so that in order to get past him I had to rub my ass against the firm bulge in his pants. The office door clicked and locked, four sets of eyes stared me down, but like I said, being tweaked out on Tina makes me bold. “Pay to play huh?” I asked rhetorically, “How’s that saying go? Don’t let your mouth write checks your ass can’t cash? Well my ass is flush, ready, willing and fucking able to take whatever the fuck you guys got!” While one guy huffed in frustration, as he had to help someone who had stopped at the desk, the other three shoved me into the small bathroom, blocking any chance of escape. I looked around and screwed up my face in disgust - these fuckers were filthy! That bathroom looked like it had never seen a cleaning and smelled like an outhouse. One of the new guys turned and slapped the two that had been there earlier on the chest and said, “Yo, cover for us for a few. I need to teach this fag a lesson.” The bathroom door closed and it was just me and him. I backed up to the brown, crusty sink as the drip of the faucet mixed with the beat of my heart pounding in my ears. This security guard looked pissed, mean, and like he wanted to beat the fuck out of me and for a brief instant I questioned my tactics. He then closed the gap between us, grabbed me by throat, bent me backwards, and as he snarled and spittle flew he said, “I AIN’T DOWN WITH ALL THAT FAG SHIT AND MY DICK ONLY FUCKS PUSSY - REAL WOMAN PUSSY YOU FEEL ME? BUT MY BABY MAMA LEFT ME WITH BLUE BALLS THIS MORNING WHEN I TRIED TO GET SOME, SO I WILL - FUCKING PAY ATTENTION - I WILL LET YOU SUCK ME ONLY AND YOU WILL SWALLOW MY NUTT. NO HANDS. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME. JUST GET ON YOUR KNEES AND LET ME BLOW DOWN YOUR THROAT.” I gasped for air for a sec, got on my knees, tried to angle back and forth to unzip my pants and got a swift kick in the balls, “YO FAG BOY - NONE OF THAT SHIT,” the security tagger said, “I TOLD YOU. I AIN’T LIKE THAT. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIMME SOME NECK. SHOW ME WHAT A CUM HUNGRY FAG YOU ARE FOR THIS BIG BLACK DICK AND TASTY CREAM NUTT!” A few minutes later he flung the door open and announced to his buddies, “Fucked that bitch ass good,” then proceeded to the desk. The next security guard came in, closed the bathroom door, and said, “You trying to get that ass tagged again? Bro out there said you was slutted out by the homies upstairs - used like a fucking whore - banged out in the window and all kinds of crazy shit. That true? Yeah? Fuck yeah! Gimme a snort and let me up that ass, I got a huge fucking nutt to drop.” I grimaced as his big dick split my hole open, cracking apart the dried Mandingo Tagger loads, reopening the cuts and scrapes in my ass, peeling back the fresh scabbing and sanding my gut lining smooth with his rough BBC. “DID MY CO-WORKER BREED THAT ASS? HUH? YEAH? YOU SURE? FEELS AWFUL FRESH, BUT THEN I GET TO BUST IT OPEN. I KNOW THAT NICCA FRONTIN - PLAYIN LIKE HE A FREAK ASS MOTHA FUCKA BUT HE AIN’T - NOT LIKE ME. I LIKE THAT FREAK SHIT - RAUNCHY SHIT - NASTY SHIT. OH HELL YEAH, SMELLING THAT NICCA NUTT NOW DRAINING OUT. FUCK YEAH! HITTIN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY - YEAH BITCH BEND THE FUCK OVA AND TAKE MY DICK - TAKE IT! TAKE THAT DICK! TAKE IT! TAKE THAT DADDY DICK - HELP A DADDY OUT - DADDY DICK-EM - DADDY DICKIN THAT PUSSY!” the second security guard tagger exclaimed as he added his load. The long BBC was yanked from my slimed hole, “Oh fuckin hell,” the security guard said as he looked down at his pants. They were crusted and stained with mandingo nutt juice and white bussy ass slime. I smiled, kneeled in front of him and started lapping at his polyester uniform pants. My tongue swiped, swabbed, and suckled the curdled mix and in addition to getting his pants Spic-n-Span clean, it made his dick rock hard again. “God damn it!” he growled as he tried adjusting himself. Without a word I bent over the sink, looked in the mirror and met his eyes and said, “Come on man, push another load in, see how deep your dick can go now that I’m opened up.” Good thing the sink was bolted well to the wall as I had to hold on for the BBC rollercoaster fuck he threw down and knew I would have big bruises at the top of my thighs from being slammed into the dirty porcelain sink as he seeded me with another mandingo load. Finally satisfied, and his uniform clean, the security guard opened the door, stepped out, and was replaced by the guard I had shared my Tina with when I first got into the building. He turned and locked the door, then paused and looked at me. He was handsome, younger than me, and on the outside looked like he was clean cut, but his eyes showed a freak flare - a flame of nasty that burned bright. The security guard held out his right hand, palm up, a fat baggy of white offered, “Thought you might be needing some more meth. The way you putting that shit down, would be a fuckin damn shame if you started to come down. I like cum sluts that are fucked up - you fucked up? You need some more mandingo dick? Yeah? You ain’t been filled yet? I got 10.5 inches that’s as fucking thick as my wrist that says you will be.” I grunted as he dropped his drawers, started digging at my hole with his long nails, held my breath as I felt him slice my gut lining, then cried out as he slammed into me and pressed me against the wall, “YOU LIKE THAT?” the security guard asked, “SUBMIT TO ME BITCH BOY - ARCH THAT FUCKING BACK AND LET ME IN THAT BLOODY HOLE. I FEEL ALL THAT NICCA NUTT SLOPPING AROUND - JESUS YOU GOT A DEEP PUSSY! EVER TAKE A FIST? NO - HMM - WELL THAT’S GOOD. COME ON SLUT - PUSH YOUR HIPS BACK - RIDE ME - WORK THAT NUTT OUTTA MY BALLS - WORK IT - TWERK THAT PUSSY ASS. HOW YOU GOING TO PAY ME BACK FOR THE METH? YOU ALREADY SNORTED SOME SO WHATCHA YOU GOIN TO DO FOR ME? ANYTHING? THAT RIGHT? ANYTHING? HELL YEAH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU CAN DO - FUCK YEAH. SEEDING YOU RAW - FILLING YOU WITH MY SPICEY JIZZ! HELL YEAH! TAGGING THAT BUSSY WITH MY PAINT - TAGGING YOU WITH ‘CUM HERE’ WRITTEN IN BBC JIZZ - THE BEST SORTA PAINT FOR THEM GUT WALLS.” I leaned against the wall, breathing heavy like I had just spent a long, hot summer day doing manual labor. The Tagger security guard who had just bred me chuckled, smiled, held out his hand and said, “I’m Raymond.” I was going to reply then my ass cramped, burped, and BBC nutt and ass juice sluiced out the back and sprayed the wall. “Oh fuck!” I said, thoroughly embarrassed. Raymond’s face got serious. His left hand came up and smacked me good as he said, “Get the fuck down there and lick that up. I didn’t drop a nutt for you to waste it. Now use that fucking tongue!” OK, the walls were streaked with dark, yellow stains from all the piss that had missed the toilet, so I got a mouthful of nutt, ass juice, and dried, old piss, and my dick twitched and hole needed more. I started to pull back and Raymond slammed my head forward into the drywall, “SHOW ME WHAT A SUB HUMAN BITCH HOLE YOU ARE - LICK THAT SHIT UP - THAT’S IT - OBEY YOUR FUCKING MASTER!” My tongue scraped the spooge and filth off the wall and then I yelped as Raymond squatted behind me and slammed his dick back in, “THAT’S IT YOU NASTY SLUT - USE THAT FUCKING TONGUE! DON’T MISS A FUCKING SPOT. THEM WALLS BETTER BE SHINY AND CLEAN IF YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT IN THE HOLE. JESUS CHRIST YOU A FREAK! YOU JUST A SUB-HUMAN FAG FUCK HOLE AREN’T YOU? SPIT SHINE IT - SPIT ON IT - COME ON NOW - THIS CRAZY SHIT’S GETTING ME CLOSE. MILK MY DICK. MILK MY PIPE - LET ME LAY THAT PIPE IN THEM GUTS YOU NASTY FREAK! LET’S MAKE SOME OREOS AND I GOT THE MILK - COME ON NOW - FUCKING JIZZ WHORE - FUCKING JIZZ DUMP - SLURP THAT SHIT - SLURP IT - OH OH OH OH!!” “You going to give me a ride home?” I meekly asked as Raymond stuffed his now deflated dick back into his pants and zipped. He gave a look, a dismissal wave, and a “PHEW,” before opening the door and leaving me standing there, my tongue coated in bathroom funk and my ass coated in Tagger nutt. His fellow security guard had his dick out and was spitting on it before the damn door even closed. “MY FUCKING WIFE IS PINGING ME WONDERING WHERE THE FUCK I’M AT. YOU MADE ME LATE. AIIGHT - TIME TO HIT THAT SHIT - I GOTTA BLOW THIS NUTT AND BOUNCE OUTTA HERE!” Far too quickly my ass was reloaded and I was alone in a rank bathroom that was cleaner then when I started. I felt like I had to piss, but nothing came out, so I got my pants on, did a few huge snorts of Tina for the road, and walked back out to the office. The two security guards now on duty ignored me. There were folks coming in and out of the lobby and while not morning, it was getting closer so the clubs must have let out and folks were coming home and those real freaks were heading out for their second wind to party, play, drink, or whatever. I knew the general direction back to the city and made my way out of the parking lot and started hoofing it down the sidewalk. The streetlights cast a hazy, spotty glow and only about 1 in 4 were actually working. I was too tweaked out to be scared or give a shit and paid no mind to the cars whizzing by. I was mumbling to myself as I walked, pissed that the Mandingo Taggers took all my cash, pissed that no one would give me a ride, but then smiled as I felt the warmth of nutt seep out of my banged out ass hole. “YO - YO - FUCKING YO MAN!” a voice sounded from my left. I paused, turned, and white car slow rolled up beside me with green/gold letters on the door that said ‘PARKER SECURITY’. It was Raymond, who had been by far the best fucker out of the four Mandingo Tagger security guards. I stopped, smiled, walked over to the open window, bent forward and placed my arms crossed on the door and asked, “What’s up officer?” Raymond put his right hand forward on the seat and leaned closer to the open window, “Get that fuckin ass in this car man,” he sniped. I opened the door, slid in, shut the door, Raymond cranked up the tunes and picked a lit joint out of the ashtray and hit it, then offered it to me. I declined, reached into my pocket and pulled out the baggy of Tina and took a big snort then rubbed some on my gums. He smiled, shook his head as smoke streamed from his nostrils and out the open driver’s side window. We drove for a few minutes then I looked around and said, “Hey man, the city’s back that way I think. Where we going?” Raymond exhaled, shook his head, “I need to stop at the house first, don’t get your fucking panties in a wad.” He knew about the red lace panties I wore to meet the Mandingo Taggers? No, I was just paranoid. Several minutes - another joint and more meth later - we pulled into the long driveway of a good sized house at the end of a Cul-de-Sac that looked like about every other house we had driven by in this suburban dead zone. It seemed like even the crickets new not to make noise. All the street lights worked, a few lawns had automatic sprinklers going, there was even a paper boy that we passed on his bike as he artfully tossed the extra-large weekend edition up onto the porches and walkways. The garage door slowly raised up, Raymond eased his cruiser in to the left of a full-sized, pickup truck, set the car in park, and finished off his blunt while the garage door closed. “Come on,” he said. I got out of the car, walked around the front, “After you,” Raymond said as he pointed to the steps and the white door that led into the house. Just as I got to the bottom step and placed my hand on the railing, Raymond grabbed my right wrist, yanked it back, clamped cold steel around it that pinched deep into my flesh, then in my state of confusion and wonder he grabbed my left wrist, and did the same as he cuffed my hands together behind my back. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I bellowed. Raymond shoved me to the side and slammed me face first into a set of metal tool cabinets, “SHUT THE FUCK. YOU OWE ME FOR THAT BIG BAG OF METH YOU GOT STUFFED IN THEM POCKETS - TIME TO PAY UP.” I chuckled, smiled, turned my head and said, “Damn dude. All you had to do was ask. You know I’d let you fuck me again.” Raymond shook his head and the right side of his upper curled in a wicked smirk, “Yeah, it ain’t me man that will be breaking that pussy open.” I stumbled up the steps, Raymond reached past me and turned the knob, we entered a dimly lit kitchen right out of the 1980s filled with yellows, avocado greens, and dark browns. I was left standing in the middle of the kitchen floor as Raymond walked over to the hallway and peered up through the stair opening towards the second floor and hollered, “POPS - YO POPS - YOU UP NICCA? POPS! I KNOW YOU AWAKE AND BAKIN - CAN SMELL THAT JAMAICAN SHIT - COME ON DOWN AND LOOK WHAT I BROUGHT YOU.” While we waited, I heard thuds and sounds from upstairs. Raymond leaned against the counter, lit a half-smoked joint that was in an ashtray, and looked at me with a smile. “Look man,” I said, “I just want to go home. We cool?” Fucking rent-a-cop on a power trip - God damn it! Raymond walked over, fished the baggy out of my pants, pulled a plate down from the cupboard, expertly cut up several lines, then held the plate under my nose with his left hand while pinching a nostril with his right so I could snort up. Fuck that shit burned! I knew I had meth around my nostrils and was ready to ask him to wipe it off or shove it in when the light in the front hallway dimmed, a baritone voice growled and muttered, and the tangy, sweet smell of Jamaican weed hit my nostrils. I turned and gaped as a Minotaur from ancient legends stepped into the room. Tall, black, muscled with tattoos that covered his right arm, ran up the right side of his neck, and looped down to encircle a large animal paw print with extended claws on his right pec. However, his left side was totally free of ink - giving him a sideways/off balanced look. The joint between his lips glowed as he inhaled, making me look at his face. He had on a do-rag skullcap that appeared to be covering his tightly braided hair as some of the braids looped around from the nape of his neck and fell neatly under his chin. I followed his left hand as he removed the joint from his lips, set it in the vacant spot in the ashtray, then reached down and rolled about 3 inches of foreskin back from the head of his bull dick, exposing a bright pick tip that was dripping nectar of the gods. Raymond walked over to him, leaned in, whispered, waved his hand around a bit, whispered, as the BBC bull eyed me. Raymond then headed to the stairs and yelled back, “I’M TAKING THE CHARGER POPS. YOU GOT THIS?” Pops stepped closer to me, his bare feet leaving sweaty, moist marks on the linoleum floor. He eyed me up and down and said, “WELCOME TO FOOT LONG FRIDAYS.” Stay Tuned for Part 3 - THY KING-DOM CUM (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Part IV Brent kissed me gently and stood me up, my knees wobbly from nervousness and excitement. He guided me towards the stairs and stopped at the bottom step as his cummy dick pressed against my sloppy hole and he wrapped his arms around me, whispering “You know, you and your boy are both very lucky to have each other.” With that he turned me around to face him and kissed me again, adding “with some couples, one is clearly more interested in joining our Club than the other one, and that can ruin a relationship.” I nodded as he continued saying “this should bring you and your boy closer than ever as you go through this experience together, and it will be my pleasure to be part of that process.” His cock was getting hard again as he turned me around and gestured upstairs. As rough as Brent had been with me, I figured he would be practically raping my boy by now, but I was surprised to hear no sounds at all as we approached the bedroom door. Brent stepped to my side and placed his hand on mine as I turned the handle and opened the door. There, in front of me, on our bed, my boy was face down with a jockstrap shoved in his mouth as a gag. Sam had his ass up in the air as he held his face down and jackhammered into his hole. Only the sound of heavy breathing, balls slapping sweaty ass, and my boy's whimpering filled the room. Sam looked up and grinned at me and Brent. “Good thing Brent leaks a lot! He lubed him up good for me!” I knew then that Brent had fucked him, and bred him with his POZ cum. My boy tried to raise his head to look up, but Sam held it firmly down as he slammed into my boy's hole. Sam continued saying “Yeah, his style is different than mine, but Brent sure can fill 'em up! But so can I!” With that, he fucked hard and then held his hips still as he shot his load deep into my boy's guts, gasping the invitation to me “Get over here and have a look.” Sam pulled his cock out of my boy's ass. His pubes were matted with sticky froth that must have been Brent's toxic load working it's way out of my boy's hole. My boy's ass was red and puffy, and his hole was much more open than I had ever seen it before. Sam grabbed my head and shoved his sticky dick down my throat. “You gonna gag on that cock? Gonna choke on my stick?” I was too busy sucking cum from his dick and swallowing it down to even think about gagging. Sam pulled out and forced my head into my boy's ass. I lapped away as my boy groaned and squirmed around. Sam got behind me and lined up his still-hard cock with my own cummy hole. Sam entered me, and I was glad to have Brent's load in my as lube, or I would have really been in pain. As Sam commenced fucking me hard, Brent got down and swallowed my cock, holding my dick deep in his throat. Meanwhile Sam's pistoning made me more or less fuck Brent's mouth. My boy had rolled over and was working his fingers in and out of his sloppy ass with one hand as he jerked his straining cock with the other. Brent pulled off of my gasping for air and motioned for my boy to take his place. My boy blew me for a minute but Sam's erratic action made it hard for him to wrap his lips around my dick. Instead, he spun around and sunk his ass down onto me. Sam was practically screwing my boy again as it was his thrusts that were fucking us both. It was too much for me to handle, and I fired off, adding my load to the two already deep inside my boy's savaged hole. When I came, my ass spasmed and sent Sam over the edge for the second time in five minutes. I now had two loads oozing out of my ass, at least one of which was POZ. The four of us were covered in sweat. Brent and Sam gave each other a wide grin, and Sam commented “Well, looks like they passed to me.” Brent raised his eyebrows and trailed his fingers from his hairy chest down to his ass as he spread his legs and fingered his own hole. “Almost, but there's still something left. We need to know that they're good tops as well.” Sam eagerly got on his knees and repositioned Brent. They were facing each other across the mattress with their sweaty asses up in the air. Brent took my hand and guided me behind him. Sam wiggled his ass as my boy got the clue that it was his turn to top now. In that moment, I realized that I had never seen my boy top, nor had I even ever heard him talk about it. I worried that he might not be able to get it up. My fears were quickly allayed as he spit on his cock and forcefully slid into Sam's ass. I had my boy's ass juices and my last load to lube me up, and I entered Brent as gracefully as he had entered me less than twenty minutes earlier. Sam squealed louder than expected as my boy returned the hard fuck he had just received. Brent craned his neck to smile up at me, saying “You're doing a great job, but I want to see how good your boy fucks too.” Without any further invitation my boy pulled-out of Sam and we switched places. Sam's ass was chunky for such a fit guy, and I loved rolling his cheeks around in my hands as I plowed into him. Sam and Brent kissed hard as my boy and I locked eyes. He nodded his head as he was ready to cum and fired off inside Brent's ass, and seconds later I blasted my load into Sam. The four of us collapsed onto the bed in a cummy, sweaty heap. About an hour later we had all showered together and cleaned up. We went back downstairs where we each had another cocktail. Brent and Sam gave us paperwork to sign including legal waivers, and also provided the address and time for the next Bare Fuck Club meeting. We knew we wouldn't miss it for the world. We kissed goodbye on the steps and Sam and Brent left. My boy and I fucked again that night. He told me what had happened that evening from his perspective and I did the same. My boy told me that Brent had revealed to him that both Sam and Brent were in fact POZ, as was nearly every member of the Club. Brent had been just as gentle with him as he had been with me. Brent also revealed that he was likely the one to have POZZED Joe. Sam had told him that his specialty was roughing up NEG asses so POZ seed could do it's work. I knew our NEG days were numbered, but it hardly mattered. We were going into this Club together. We were both looking forward into our Bare Fuck Club initiation.

Here's Part II of at least III... My boy and I sat sipping our cocktails as if nothing was out of the ordinary. In truth, we were about to be 'auditioned' for participation in the Bare Fuck Club. Two strangers were coming over to see if we had what it takes to become members. In the days leading up to this, my boy sprung wood every time I brought it up. I had fucked him hard as he begged for my load, telling me how much I was going to love watch other guys breed him. So, there we sat, eager and waiting. I suspected one or both of these guys might try to fuck my boy, or me, or both of us. Right on time, the doorbell rang, and my boy jumped up to answer. He threw open the door and his jaw dropped as he stared at the strangers on our porch. The older of the two men extended his hand and introduced himself. “I'm Brent, and this is Sam. We're here to speak to you about membership in our club.” My boy nodded silently and invited them in. Brent was about 6'-2”, probably early 50s, with salt-and-pepper greying temples, dark brown hair and eyes, and a powerful frame barely contained in a well-tailored three-piece suit. Sam was mid-20s, and very butch, with buzzed dirty blond hair and a closely-trimmed beard. He was wearing tight jeans tucked into shiny black boots with a nice collared shirt and a blazer. We sat them down on the sofa and offered them a drink. While my boy excused himself to mix two Manhattans, Brent started telling me about the Club. “A bunch of guys have been getting together regularly for over ten years now. We've been inducting new members as guys move on or get too sick to play. There might be ten guys at a meeting, or there might be twenty, depending on the season and their schedules.” My boy reappeared with the drinks. Brent went on. “The rules are simple. There are no tops or bottoms. Of course some guys mostly top, and some guys mostly bottom, but there's no getting away from taking a load every so often.” Sam took over the narrative, “Like me, for instance. I love fucking a cummy hole as much as the next guy, but how could I ever turn down Brent's load?” He chuckled. Their banter sort of reminded me of smooth-talking car salesmen, only really sexy and really dirty car salesmen. Brent opened his briefcase and took out two clipboards, handing one to Sam. Brent smiled at my boy and said, “I hear you've been taking Joe's loads?” My boy nervously cleared his throat. “Yes. That's right.” “You'll remember his tattoo. Some guys in our Club have their status plainly visible, but most do not.” “Um hmmm.” “And how long have you been taking raw loads?” My boy blushed and hesitated. Sam smiled and leaned forward, putting his hand on my boy's knee. “Look. If you guys want to join, you've got to be totally honest and upfront with each other... and with us...” My boy coughed a little and looked over at me. “Well, we've been together seven years. About three or four years ago, I hooked up with a friend while my boyfriend was out of town. I didn't tell him, and the secrecy made it hotter. I've probably fooled around with another guy every three months or so since then.” Brent made a notation on his clipboad, asking, “And did they all fuck you raw?” “Well, no, not at first. Okay, maybe every so often, I'd get caught up in the moment and let someone breed me.” Brent interrupted, “And how did that happen?” “Well, once, I let a guy take the condom off because he couldn't stay hard with it on.” Sam smiled, “Once?” “Well, more than once.” “And how did taking their loads behind your boyfriend's back make you feel?” “SO dirty... and so sexy.” “So you've taken, how many loads would you say in the past five years?” Brent asked. “Dozens. And I always felt guilty about it, but I was so hungry for cum I just couldn't stop.” Brent turned to me, asking, “And how did you find out that your boyfriend was cheating on you?” Now it was my turn to clear my throat. “I came home once early from a business trip, and saw my boy kissing a hot stranger on our porch as I drove up. I circled the block wondering what to make of what I had just seen. When I parked in the driveway, the guy's car was gone, and my boy was in the shower. I found opened condom wrappers in the bedroom trashcan. It sort of turned me on, so I got in the shower and fucked him.” “Bare?” Brent asked. “Yeah. We've always fucked bare.” “And you assumed you were the only guy fucking him bare?” “Well, yes...,” I started. Sam smiled saying, “Listen, anyone who will take one guy's raw load will take anyone's raw load.” He went on, “And you've cheated on your boyfriend too, am I right?” “Yeah, but only with condoms.” “Always?” “Well, almost always.” “Aha! Now we're getting somewhere!” Sam started making notes on his clipboard. “And how did that happen?” “Well, I travel a lot for work, and I was out of town for a month on a big project. One night in the hotel bar, this really cute frat boy somehow convinced me to buy him a drink. One drink turned into several as he told me about his girlfriend, and their problems. After the fourth or so beer, he somehow invited himself back to my room, and somehow, he wound up bouncing up and down on my dick. It all happened so fast.” “And did you breed him?” “I did breed him.” Sam made a note of that. Brent cross-examined me, “And how did you feel watching your boyfriend take Joe's cum?” “Fucking hot!” I smiled, adding "It was so sexy seeing him give over to his inner cumlust!” “Did it bother you that he hadn't told you about taking stranger's cum sooner?” “Well, maybe, but now it's out in the open.” “And are you prepared to see him take more cum?” I hesitated... “I think so...” “You've got to be sure,” Brent said, “for instance, would you be okay watching him take my load?” “And/or mine,” Sam interjected. “I would be okay with that,” I answered. Sam smiled at me and my boy, “Tonight?” “Any night,” I honestly responded. Brent wrote something down. “And would it bother you to know that one of us might be POZ?” “No,” I answered, remembering what Joe had said. “If my boy takes raw cock, he's going to get some POZ cum in his hole sooner or later.” Brent nodded and wrote that down. Sam asked my boy, “And would you be okay knowing your boyfriend might also take POZ cock?” My boyfriend nodded saying, “Yes. I've always fantasized about watching him bottom!” I had fantasized about that too, but I thought it so strange that we were having this conversation for the first time in front of two strangers, at least one of whom was likely to be POZ, and was also likely to fuck my boy bare that very night. It was Brent's turn to question me. “And would you also be okay taking POZ loads?” “Well, it's bound to happen sooner or later if we join the Club, so yeah. I think I could take a POZ load.” My boy seemed to let out a gasp of relief. Brent turned back to my boy saying, “And am I correct in assuming that you would also be alright with that?” “Oh fuck yes!” he said without hesitation. Sam noted my boy's response and adjusted the growing bulge in his jeans as he asked me, “So I know you've come to grips with your boy taking raw loads with you out of the picture, and Joe tells me you loved watching him take his load. How do you think you would feel getting fucked with your boy watching?” I thought for a moment before replying, “It would make me so hot.” Sam continued, “And what if you were both getting fucked at the same time?” “That would be great.” “What if he was getting fucked alone while you were unaware. Would that upset you?” “Not if I knew about it afterwards.” Brent asked my boy the same question. My boy grabbed my hand and responded right away, “I would love to know he was getting fucked and filled with cum, even if I wasn't there to see it.” He took my hand and thrust it into his crotch. Brent made note of that and spread his knees so that my boy and I could both see an impressive hard-on snaking down his left leg. Brent looked directly at my boy as he reached for his cock, stroking it through his trousers. “I think that wraps it up for the joint portion of tonight's audition.” He then looked at me, “I'd like to have a few minutes alone with your boy for the next line of questioning.” I agreed and my boy led Brent up the stairs to our bedroom... To be continued...