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Went to the bookstore and theater in the next city over. It's located in an industrial area and gets a lot of rough looking men when I go. Load#1 mids 50s gay daddy with average dadbod white hair scruff in the booth with a gloryhole. I offered to suck his 6x5 thick cock thru the hole and was able to woof it down, he kept pulling back to keep from shooting. After about the 5th time almost getting it i was about to give up and stood up to leave. But instead I backed my ass to the hole and about 30 seconds of pounding resulted in a load groan and a salty load up my hole Load #1.5 Not a full load but kind of a load, after about an hour of nothing worth playing with, in walks a str8 beefy daddy with a hat salt and pepper hair and beard late 40s wearing jeans boots and a those fishing shirts redneck bubbas like to wear. He went into the booth with no gloryhole and didn't come out. I went in the booth next door and watched him in the peephole, didn't take him long to watch the movie and and work his average size 5inch cock to explosion. Seeing him shoot his load onto the bench and then leave, I decided to go lick it off the seat before spitting and working it into my hole. Load#2 tall Chubby bear with gotee mid40s with gayish hair style, but 6.5 average cut cock came into my booth, and didn't take me long to suck him hard, before he bent me forward and went to town to breed my hole, took about 3 mins before I got his load. Load #3: Now that my ass was nice and lubed up with some loads, I found myself in another gloryhole booth, when a 40s chubby male was working on his thick 6 incher, I motioned for him to stick it thru and I went to town sucking it thru the hole. Wasn't two minutes before I stand up and back my ass onto it. I fucked myself against the hole for a minute or two until I heard the moan from the adjoining booth as well as the flexing of his cock exploding in my hole. Ended up going to the theatre part of the store had a couple tugs and sucks with some average guys but no loads. Load #4: waiting in the theatre I was approached by a chubby 50's bald clean shaven daddy, he had a nice round belly and a thick uncut 5 incher. I was perfect eye level with it as I sucked him hard sitting in a chair. I took a chance and stood up and bent over hoping he would fuck me, and he sure did. Pounded my hole hard as I bent over the chair for a good five minutes. Drew a bit of a crowd, as he was very vocal when he finally bred my hole. Load#5, went back to the gloryhole boothes where I saw a 60s gruff looking construction daddy with a white bushy mustache and 5 o clock shadow. After he wouldn't go into the other side of a gloryhole booth, I was able to coax him into going into a booth with me in it. He was a great kisser and he had a hairy chest, I got down and engulfed his 5 incher average cut cock for a couple minutes. Went back up for some kissing before I backed my cum filled ass on his cock. He started to get soft after a minute of fucking. I went back down on my knees and was able to suck him to completion while working his nipples. I was also able to taste the other loads from my hole on his cock. Load #6: Back to the theatre, i watched a older daddy 60s with white mustache and average dadbod build and 7.5 inch cut cock getting sucked on a couch. I watched for a bit before the cocksucker got tired and offered the Purdy cock to me. I got down on my knees and started sucking it and was deep throating it for a good 5 minutes. The previous cocksucker was now getting sucked by another bystander and started advocating for my guy to fuck me. My guy stood up, and I bent over the couch and he started fucking me with a nice rhythm for a few minutes. The group next to us started to cum very loudly which sped up my daddy and sent him over the edge which resulted in another load for my hole. Load #7 Beefy 50s salt and peppered goteed bald daddy with nice ball belly and bubble ass followed me into another booth. We starting to run out of time and i hate to waste my load in my hand, so he seemed like a nice daddy for me to breed. I starting making out with him for a good while as I was playing with his nipples and hairy chest. He bent over and started sucking my cock as I started to finger his hole. He stood up after a few minutes and before I could fuck him, he had me on my knees sucking his cock. Wasn't sucking more than 30 seconds and he was shooting his load down my throat. No fuck though. Load#8 was out of time and headed out when I saw a hot redneck beefy late 50s married daddy with white close cropped beard in blue jeans and boots coming out a big pickup and walking in. I suddenly had a few more minutes. He went into the first gloryhole booth and I followed suit in the one adjoining. He didn't do anything when I offered to suck, so I decided to stick my cock thru. He instantly started sucking my 7.5 cut cock down and was doing a good job, but it takes my forever to shoot from oral. I told him to let me see that ass. He dropped his jeans and presented his ass to the gloryhole. I was able to work it in nice and slow and open it up, this daddy has taken cock before cause he started fucking himself hard raw and quick pressing against the hole. About three minutes of backing up on my cock I bred that beefy ass of his with my three day dirty load. I withdrew and waited for his mouth to clean it off. He cleaned my cock up and I left full loaded and relieved.

All or Nothing: On my way home from visiting my gf in London I chanced across an advert for something to do with homeless people, it was one of these that had a photo of a guy attached and a brief short story. I don't know if it was staged photo or not but he looked homeless, dirty face, tangled, unkempt hair, beard. Not ugly but wasn't what society considered attractive (a feeling I knew all too well and often as a result the kind of guy I gravitated to for the hope of some fun). His story read that he was homeless, sick, had done nothing wrong, lost his home, couldn't find work.....wait a minute, sick?? Suddenly a light went off in my dark perverse mind. I was always drawn to the darkest, nastiest, even grossest men on sites for raw encounters and more and this was maybe the ultimate dark perversion in raw breeding fun. There's a good chance a homeless guy wouldn't be medicated but I wasn't am idiot, just cause a guy is homeless doesn't make him either gay or willing to fuck a guy. I needed a plan. I decided London was the best choice, biggest city near me and surely a sizable homeless community. I started by visiting a few homeless shelters looking for my 'boyfriend' who might have gone missing, this led me to a couple of small communities of gay guys who looked out for their own on the streets, some promising individuals but all lacked something, an air of sickness, a potential for filth, something. I told them my bf was a PNP boy (a term I'd learnt on the sites I perused) and they directed me to a park in Brixton where a guy named Des frequented but was warned he was very rough. Hopes soared! I made my way to the park in question, hung around for about 3 hours and soon eyed the prize, cautiously I made my way to a guy under a tree smoking a rollie and stopped dead in my tracks. This guy was disgusting!

I was in NYC last week I was there to see some broadway shows I went on sniffies for a brief moment I was hit on by a young usher He was at the show Wicked He asked if I was free. Yes but it had to be quick because we both were going to a 1 pm show. In a few minutes he was at my door He was extremely cute and was wearing his black usher uniform. He got undressed quickly and had a wonderful dick. I sucked him a little and he was feeling my ass. He them spit on my ass and went right in. He said he only fucked bare. In a few minutes he grew quicker and i could feel him cum Boy did he cum He then said he had a girlfriend but he occasionally liked an older ass to fuck.I asked him his age and he said 22. He dressed quickly and said if he had time he might hit me up again. That never happened but. I went to my show with his cum dripping out of me

Quick pump and dump during lunch hour left my hole with 2 extra loads from a hot builder on his break. came by and I was already in my jock and my hole had a load that my partner deposited before leaving the house. he had a nice 8", cut and very thick cock and since we never discussed statuses or condoms I knew it was going to be raw. I dropped to my knees to free his cock and took him in my mouth all the way, smelling his man scent and sweat which drove me wild. he kept moaning and telling me what a good cocksucker I am and if I do a good job he's gonna spread the news to all his coworkers (yay for me!) soon after he pushed me off his cock, I assumed the position and presented my hole and he dove right in with his tongue, as he was tasting my man cum in me he asked how many loads I have in me and I told him just 1 for now, sir. That got him wild and he repositioned himself on top me and just rammed his cock all the way in. i love the feeling of being used and he definitely knew how to use a slut. he went on like that for about 15 minutes till he announced he was going to breed my cunt and soon after I felt that wonderful warmth being spread in my hole. it was a HUGE load and it felt like he was just shooting for a min, he saw my surprise look and just told me that he has hyperspermia and that he can shoot several times in a row. He pulled out and I had trouble to keep in all in me so I asked him to plug my hole as I clean his cock, tasting his sweet cum and my ass juices (YUM!) That got him hard again and soon after I was on my back as he pulled out the plug and shoving back his rock hard cock! This time it was even rougher fuck and it was a race for him to cum since he had to get back to work till he again announced that he was cumming. The second time was even more intense and it felt like he was never going to stop shooting cum in me. Honestly it felt like I was bred by at least 10 men (and I know that feeling lol) when he finally stopped shooting his enormous load he just laid on top me kissing as his cock deflated and plopped out of my hole. he immediately shoved back the plug and told me to keep his babies as I went on back to clean his cock from all the cum. i was feeling exhausted and so full of cum and I just love it!!! as he left he told me he's definitely gonna be stopping by more and that he's definitely gonna share me with the rest!

Let a guy bareback me the other night, but he had to fuck me in his walk in closet because his girlfriend was sleeping in the living room. He fucked me so hard in that closet and without saying a single word shot his load in me. Then I shot mine on his face and licked it off. We didn't wake her, which I thought was nice. Next time I'm making him breed me in their bed though. Fuck the closet.

Prelude: As a guy I've failed in life, growing up I fancied guys and girls, particularly a boy in my class but to avoid the ridicule I kept it to myself. I did the expected thing, found myself a girlfriend, didn't last, found another, same result. Around 20 I found Gaydar and despite the plethora of opportunities I never saw myself as attractive (skinny and spotty) so my entire gay exploration involved a single meet with a guy, brief suck, hand job and him cumming over my chest. By my late 20's I met a woman, ended up married in my early 30's we played out our lives but it was ultimately boring. I hovered around the gay sites on occasion often drawn to the darker aspects like bareback and HIV+ guys, met 2 older gentlemen who were nudists but my fears led to a half-baked lie and I left their home before anything could happen. I eventually cheated on her with another woman, she found out (or maybe I subconsciously let her?) and I ended up a bachelor alone. Perhaps this was my time to explore guys?

Exploration, Covid-Stalled & Adventure: Fast forward to late-2019 I had settled in my new flat, was finally ready to take the plunge in the raw and kinky worlds of BBRT, Recon and NKP. Had found several guys who were interested, my desires into the darker aspects diminished as I realised more men were medicated than ever before but I still wanted it raw but I of course hesitated then of course the dreaded C hit, the world locked down, I ended up in my flat for another year just looking and not doing much. Once the dust settled and we all emerged I found myself a little chubbier than I had been and my semi-receding hairline was in full swing, in short, if I didn't consider myself attractive in my youth I certainly didn't now! Nevertheless I was determined to find something. A couple of promising meets fizzled out and more guys wanted either experience or younger, I was neither! Dejected I went back to what society expected of me, found a woman, dated, hadn't moved in yet but was becoming serious. But by now the gnawing at the back of my mind as a teen had become an unexplored, all-consuming just. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend or husband, I was just absolutely desperate for cock and cum, the darker and riskier the better. Then, the bow finally broke.

A lot of people think that the muscovite is jockeying for the tax breaks. Me, I think he has something else in mind much bigger. I think he’s laying the groundwork for an eventual presidential run himself with a side step in a high-powered position in the convicted felon’s administration.

I love doing that to the bottom I’m about to breed. I’ll have them get into 69 position and go down on my cock, their ass will be in my face and I’ll eat them out, taste the inside of their ass, get them nice and wet with spit and all the while my cock will be wicked hard, I swear I gain more than another half inch in length and girth when I’m rimming a sweet ass .

Being really pedantic here, but Malaysia, and Indonesia adopted Islam way before the colonial era. The people were definitely Hindu and Buddhist before the adoption of Islam. This is evidenced by 1. Candi Prambanan, ('candi' originally coming from the word 'chaitya') which is the temple dedicated to Brahma, one of the rare temples dedicated to this deity. 2. Candi Mendut, a Mahayana temple dedicated to Vairocana, Avalokitesvara, and Vajrapani. 3. Candi Plaosan, Borobudur, and the thousands of Hindu temples in Bali. There are hundreds of loanwords from Sanskrit. But, the Islamisation of Malaysia and Indonesia occurred with Arab, Persian, and Gujarati and Tamil Muslim traders coming to the area, from the 900s onwards. The Malacca Sultanate from 1400 onwards, and the various Sultanates really sped up the adoption of Islam way before the Portuguese and Dutch came to trade in the Spice Islands. Also, Bali is majority Hindu, and has been so since the 1400s as well. All in all, to say that Islam has been entrenched here for quite a long while. The modern interpretation of Islam is what I was talking about with the two countries becoming increasingly conservative, and anti LGBTQ,

Once my cherry was popped there was no desire to ever go back to covered cock. It had to be raw, and I’ve never asked a top to pull out. I expect Him to cum inside me. If a top wants to fuck using a condom, I’ll work him over hard to ditch the condom and breed me. Only exception I make is seriously hung safe-only tops. Any other average size safe only tops can find another hole to fuck.

I'd be hard pressed to say I've ever met a barebacker who went back to safe once they went raw.

To be sure the US was formed when global thinking was in "find and conquer" mode. It is clearly recorded in human history how consistently violent our species has proven to be. Does this mean we can seek and choose a more cooperative and peaceful coexistence? Yes, of course we can; and I submit our quarter of a millennia US experiment documents that effort. There is never, ever going to be a time we can change our past. Many will try to forget or make up stories about our past. But our actual path, the story of what actually happened is fact. There is lots of revisionist history, perhaps to try to explain a transition from our innate violence. None of us is solely responsible for our present state. But our present state is something that can be accurately described, and where we can make better if imperfect choices. It won't happen automatically though. Each one of us needs to make that decision of doing "the next right thing". And when most of us chooses that, we seem to do better.

I think "major freeloader" is waaaaay too gentle term. The North American Continent was invaded by "pale-faced" people, the first of which were befriended by the Native American peoples. When enough of my forbears had arrived, they proceeded to hunt down, murder or otherwise eradicate the indigenous folks that had lived on this continent for millennia. The few indigenous that managed to escape the wholesale slaughter were rounded up, forced onto what was then deemed "useless" land, and left to fend for themselves, which basically remains the case down to this very day. Of course, that outrage against humanity was followed up with the importation, enslavement of a race of people that has, at certain times, at least been acknowledged and some attempts at amelioration made, with further redress coming mostly from the flapping lips of those who at least give lip-service to the issue. "Freeloader" is far too kind a word to use regarding this eradication of an entire population.

@nananan you're concluding the government already abused them. Which is an interesting comment in the current public discourse. Mr T of course has already stated he wants to use the military to take care of anyone HE (not the rest of us necessarily) deems undesirable. Our control of course comes in WHO we select to govern. And thankfully it is because we elect, hopefully, a diverse set of legislators that we get the beneficial effects of averaging. It is more difficult for extreme positions to prevail in this situation. The part of the public discourse that is underplayed I believe is this whole "freedom" thing. It was never meant that we can do whatever we want. That opens up extremists to do whatever they want (cue MTG). The freedom the "freedom" party (if Republicans are, actually, that) advocates is that fifty percent of the population is incapable about making decisions about their own body. The domain that is us, as individuals, should remain able to believe, think and do with our bodies whatever we want. The domain that is what we DO to others, to maintain a healthy society, needs guardrails. The other part of the public discourse which troubles me is what we SAY. Thankfully it isn't laws so much as public pressure that tends to control this. Of course, this is first amendment stuff...

As a versatile fisting bottom, I cannot go past guys that have been used & worked over for extended periods with their holes so loose, sloppy & full of piss, cum & lube. Especialy full of crisco to get my face into, snort around, eating them out. Never say no to someone eatting me out at the same time. Sloppy used cunts, to die for😜😜😜.

I was contemplating Trump winning election but, something happens, to remove him from office & Vance after being groomed to step right in. Either way, I believe that Trump is being used as a fall guy for someone way, way more sinister & disastrous for the United States & the rest of the world.

Oh, I'm not saying the Branch Davidian thing wasn't an abuse of power. But my point is that they were armed, and it did them absolutely no good. People who think the second amendment is really about being able to face down a hostile government military are clueless twits: the military could obliterate every one of them without any loss of life on the government's side, if it so chose. The second amendment today is really about small-dicked insecure boy-men wanting a substitute penis that shoots bullets in rapid fire rather than semen, to prop up their fragile egos. That sounds great until you start to implement it. Which activities call for voluntarism, and which ones get covered by the general public/pool? 12,000 people die every year falling down stairs, with many, many thousands more injured, many requiring hospitalization for broken limbs, etc. Do we require "voluntarism" pools for everyone who needs to go to the second story of a building without an elevator? Why, or why not? At what level do we deem risk great enough to exclude it from coverage under general policies, and require those who take that risk to seek separate coverage or risk sharing?

Correct. There's still some legal debate as to what a "natural born citizen" is (does it mean citizen from birth, as most experts believe, or does it mean citizen born on US soil?). But Musk fits neither definition. Separately, I don't think Musk wants to be president, at least not of this country. It's too much like real work.

Same here, once I took that first load, I never played safe again.

He probably had hyperspermia. It's a real thing. Some of the videos are amazing. Lots of it on Twitter. Would love to suck off a guy like that or take his load in my ass.

Shouldn’t be an issue to meet up and get balls deep inside him. Undetectable is untransmissible. U=U. You can also go onto prep if you’re trying to be extra careful about that. I’ve done it probably few hundred times and never caught it. I guess it’s just a matter of the guy being truly undetectable, but it’s rare for tops to catch it…but nothings 100% safe unless you abstain or cover up. That just doesn’t feel good and not a great way to live your life. Fucking bare feels so much better.

Getting Away – Part 6 Matt hears the music begin for the DJ Mardi Gras party. Matt heads towards the pool to find Paul and their stuff. Matt gets to the pool and sees their cooler next to a couple of the bears. He sits down, makes a drink, and asks if they’ve seen Paul. They say Paul left with a few guys about a half hour ago. They ask where Matt was and he says, “I met some new friends in the pool. We went to spend some time together.” They all laugh and one of the bears calls him a slut, but in a good-natured/envious tone. As Matt drinks his drink, he looks around and the pool area has mostly thinned out. Matt says, “This place is almost empty. Did everyone pair off to fuck?” One of the bears says, “Ha. Slut. No. Most of the guys are having dinner and getting ready for the party tonight.” Matt blushes a bit at his assumption that everyone was doing what he was doing. The guys say the party can get a bit wild and that some of their friends who have an RV set up close to the party usually have beer and a small bar. Matt asks if he can bring something and they say, “Bring whatever you and Paul want to drink and they’ll keep it for you.” The bears say, “Come by our campsite in a about an hour and we can head over together.” They clean up their area. The bears head back to their campsite. Matt carries the cooler back to the cabin. He sees a guy on their porch and says hi. The dude is smoking weed and is clearly high as fuck. Matt hears Paul say “I’m cumming” from inside the cabin. Matt smiles. He asks the dude on the porch, “What’s up?” The guy on the porch says, “I came already so I came out here to smoke some more while Paul fucks my friend.” High dude, speaking as much to himself as to Matt, continues, “Dude fucks bareback. No judgment, but damn. I got head from Jay while your dude was rearranging his ass. I love getting fucked and fucking but I only do it with condoms dude, ya know?” Matt just nods along. Jay and Paul come out. High dude offers the joint to them. Paul takes a puff, Jay takes a puff and Matt passes and the joint goes back to High dude. Paul introduces Matt to Jay who says, “Nice to meet you. I saw you in the pool earlier. You’re sexy. The guys I know say you are popular too.” Jay smiles and says, “Bottom to bottom. Don’t steal all the tops. We gotta get fucked too.” Matt laughs and says, “Sounds like you just got fucked.” Jay says, “Paul is a great fuck. I could do that again any time.” High dude says, “Jay you’re such a slutty cum dumpster man.” Paul says, “And he swallowed your load. Maybe show some gratitude.” Jay, Paul and Matt step away from High dude, clearly not liking what they are hearing. Jay apologetically says, “A lot of my friends think like this. I mean we all have sex right, but a bottom who has sex is somehow sluttier.” Matt says, “I feel that guys judge me more because I’m a bottom that likes to have sex.” Paul says, “I judge you both and rate you very highly.” Jay collects High Dude and heads out. As they are leaving Jay turns and says, “Hey can we keep this between us. I don’t want my friends to lecture me this weekend.” Paul says, “I never kiss and tell. Except Matt. He knows all.” Matt shrugs and says, “Secret is safe with me dude.” Matt and Paul go inside. Matt tells Paul the plan for liquor and the party. Paul finds a joint left behind by the guys. They go back on the porch to smoke it. Paul asks Matt if he had fun and Matt gives a few details. Paul shares a bit too. Matt tells Paul what the high dude said about fucking bareback. Paul says, “Yeah he caused a bit of a scene. For a dude that gets high, he was kind of an aggressive dick.” They finish the joint and head out, clean up, shower, and change for the party. Matt has changed into sneakers and some small blue shorts, the half shirt/jersey from earlier. Paul is in an open button down and shorts. Matt compliments Paul's shorts. Usually Paul wears cargo shorts, but tonight his shorts show off Paul’s nice thighs. Matt says, “Been a while since we’ve fucked huh? As much as these guys are fun. I miss our sex.” Paul grabs Matt’s hand and says, “Me too. I love how you love getting fucked. Later tonight maybe?” Matt says, “After the party? I want to dance.” Paul says, “Sounds good.” And almost as if this nice moment slips past the guys, Matt says, “But I don’t want to limit you tonight. You find some ass, go get it.” Paul chuckles and says, “You too.”

I went to Berlin Fickstutenmarkt at Folsom Europe in September as a mare. I eventually got fucked by 16 guys (presumably different but I have no real idea). Sounds like a lot but most were very short fucks. Sometimes only a couple of thrusts before moving on to the next hole! I reckon only a couple of the fucks lasted more than 30 secs. While I ticked this off my bucket list, overall it was a somewhat disappointing experience. I can't understand why they hold it on the actual day of the Folsom Europe Saturday street fair. It should be on the Sunday. Or the Friday night. Consequently it wasn't a packed event. And despite the many rules and regulations around how mares are managed and offered to tops, none of that seemed to be followed. It was a race to grab the slings and other good spots. And those bottoms at the front of the queue were then very aggressive and rude in protecting their spots and warning others to get away so as not to compete with them or their friends in the the first room. I was in the larger second room and it took quite a while for some of the tops to make it in there and start servicing the mares there. And numbers seemed to dwindle after a couple hours so they shut the second room down and moved those of us left into the bar area and first room. Would have been better if everyone was in that larger second room to stat with. Though, the furniture there possibly wasn't best suited to being th main room. I stayed as long as I could, around 4 hours, but it was pretty boring waiting 10 minutes or so in the dark, before a 15-20 second anonymous fuck, then nothing again for another 10-15 minutes. Anyway, I guess at least I've done it now. lab oratory on the Thursday naked night was so much better. With several hundred naked guys fucking all over the place as far as the eyes could see. Got fucked by four guys, all decent extended fucks, including one aggressive deep fucker who was inside me for about 45 mins in a public gynecologist chair as streams of guys walked past, touching me and appreciating the show! 😋 Good times! 😁

Last week I got a text from one of the guys. He said him and a couple of his friends and heading over to the same motel. He was wondering if I wanted to play. I said absolutely. A couple days later in the eairly afternoon he told me he is here and the room number. I got ready took a couple viagra just in case and headed over. I saw a few motorcycles in the parking lot as I parked. Knocked on the door and someone opened it. I saw three big hairy guys in naked in leather chaps and vests sitting on the couch stroking each other. I looked at the guy that opend the door and said I said wow you guys look hot. One of them got up and said come sit and have a beer. The room smelled like leather, beer and cigars. I sat in between two guys and the rest were sitting in the chairs. We talked a bit and passed a pipe to me to smoke some stuff. After a few minutes of talking I saw the guy next to me stroking his cock and the other one grabbed my legg hard then rubbed my legg. I was already getting hot. I leaned over to the hard cock and started to suck it. The other pulled my leggs so I was laying flat across his lap as I was sucking. I felt my sweat pants get pulled down as he slapped my ass then rubbed it. I just kept sucking. Then one sitting on a chair said enough of this shit got up grabbed my arm and pulled me to the floor grabbing my other arm dragged me over to the bed. Picked me up and threw me on the bed and pulled my sweat pants off. He grabbed my tee-shirt and ripped it off me pulled my leggs apart pulled my ass up and shoved his face in my ass. His grip on my ass as he spread them wide was so hard it hurt as he shoved his tongue was deep in my hole. I felt the bed move and the others were on it rubbing my back as I was getting rimmed. Someone sat by my head pulling my hair so I had my head lifted to suck. During this I heard someone say get the stuff. But as I was sucking the smell of his leather chaps got me got and sucked the best I could. I felt the guy rimming me stop as I felt cold stuff on my hole then a finger went in deep as it burned like hell. Heard some chuckles as they said he going to get et loose. All of a sudden felt like a pole was at my hole it was so hard as it slowly pushed in heard him moan as it went deep and I just laid my head on the guy I was sucking on his lap. Took his cock so deep and was it was feeling great I moaned. Then the pounding started! He pounded for some time as others were saying things. My head was lifted to suck. I tried to suck but the pounding was hard my head kept bouncing into the guys stomach. Someone started shoving pillows under my hips as someone stood over me on the bed and pulled my hips so the pillows were under me. Then the pounding continued till I heard a growl and heavy breathing. He pulled out started sucking more and felt precum and a moan has my head was pushed down till I gagged and almost puked. He moaned as his hand was on my head grabbed a handful of hair as my mouth got filled. He let go as he was breathing hard and rubbing my head and said don't move as I tasted and felt a stream of piss filling my mouth. I drank it all. He got off and walked away. I looked back and saw a big muscle one come up to me turned me over on my back lifted my leggs and said now my turn! He positioned his cock, pushed in as he grabbed my neck and pulled me towards him as he shoved his cock deep. He squeezed my neck so tight as he pumped hard I couldn't breathe. I gasp as it made him hotter he pounded so hard then he said he likes this he's hard as he pumped harder. He let go and I blew a small load as the rush hit me. He then moaned and blew a load in me pulled out and walked away. I heard one say I want that cock I'm me as I saw one of them grabbing him and pushed him over on me. As I layed there with this heavy guy laying on me he was getting fucked by one of them. We kissed as he was getting pounded for a while. When it was over he climbed to my head squated over my face and was told to suck it out. So I licked and got my lips around his hole and sucked as much cum out of it. He got off and I laid there recovering as they were talking, drinking and smoking cigars. I was sore as hell. But felt great. I was just laying there and one got up took his leather stuff off and threw them at me. He told me to put them on so I got the chaps on 2 times the size of me. The vest was hugh but got them on. Was told to stand by them so I did and one tied the side laces tighter. They said hot as fuck come sit and have a drink with us. So after a few minutes of drinking then smoking I was having a good time. I saw the time was about 11 and said wow time flies when having fun. They asked you have to go? I said im good till late tomorrow. One guy said excellent i want to fuck a few times. I laughed and said me too. He said great. We want to party the whole weekend. I said sounds fun. One said get on all fours here i want to see your ass in those chaps. So I did, he got up stroking and got to his knees and slid in my wet worn hole. He pumped for some time as the others stroked and watched someone had his foot hard on my head and made me lick his boots as I was getting pounded. He blew a load and as the foot got off my head I crawled up to him to suck him. Another guy got to my ass and stuck a few fingers in me as he said my hole is pouring out cum as they laughed. He got a lot of fingers in then asked for a cigar and he fucked my hole with his cigar for a bit. I got pulled off the cock and turned around to sit on it as I sat on it one got up and sucked me as I layed back on the guy I was sitting on. He nibbling my neck and ears got me hard as fuck. I got pushed off and was told to fuck this guy sitting next to us. He turned on the couch and stuck his ass up so I fucked him. I lasted maybe 2 minutes..lol Sat back down and grabbed my beer. I drank more. One brought out a laptop and we watched some gay gangbang porn for a long time. I was told to smoke and drink while watching. Had to be an hour or more. Then one got up and said I need to fuck walked to me pulled my arm as the others got up and pushed me towards the bed. I got pushed to my back then I felt my arms pulled as I heard on say I got the cord. Did something under the bed but then I felt cord wrapped around my wrists as they tied my arms wide. Then my leggs were tied to my wrists so they were up and wide. They stood there stroking as they were looking at me. Then one by one fucked me again. I asked to get untied it was getting painful but told to shut up as the pounding continued. I got nervous when I saw a knife but he just cut the cords off me. I was done. It had a be a couple of hours. I just laid there in good pain but exhausted. One came o er took off the leathers as I fell asleep. I woke up later and between two naked guys that were sleeping next to me and i looked at the room it was dark and saw the others on a mattress on the floor. I was so beat i feel back to sleep. I woke to someone rubbing my ass and leggs. When i opened my eyes to see he was laying on his side rubbing me. I said good morning he shush me as he continued. Then I felt a finger in my hole then two. He pulled out and continued rubbing my ass and leggs. I looked over on the other side the guy was still in deep sleep. I felt the guy rubbing me move as he pulled me away from the other and he rolled on me and felt his cock slide in he pumped slowly not to wake the others. I had my head turned looking at the other guy as he was sleeping. Then heard a quite moan as i felt him throbbing and rolled off. I just laid there for sometime I saw the sun was out and was bright. Then heard someone say wake up you fuckers. One by one they got up. One was getting dressed and said ill get breakfast and he left. I heard a motorcycle ride off. The other guy sleeping next to me said how are you? I said good, I slept well till I got fucked this morning. He said he's a horny fucker.. I giggled. As I rolled to my back he grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed them and said you have fun? I said definitely. He said we want to do this again in a few months. I said ok just let me know. He grabbed my head and brought me into a kiss then heavy tongue action as he moved on top of me. I wrapped my leggs around him as I felt his hard cock slide in and pumped away. The other guy laid on his side watching. I saw one guy standing and stroking as he watched. As soon as I got a load the other came and slid in and pumped hard as fuck. I had my leggs on his shoulders as I got another load. All I heard was someone saying great morning. It was then I heard a motorcycle and then the guy was carrying food. He said what the fuck guys, as he saw everyone on the bed. One said drop a load before you eat. He stripped and walked over lifted my leggs and started to eat my hole. I heard him sucking my hole stood up with a hard on and gave me a load. We all sat at the table and couch to eat. One made the crap coffee but I needed it. We talked for a long time and they invited me to see them at their clubhouse. They have slings, crosses and benches and all kinds of things. I said that sounds good. But it's 5 hours away. They said make a weekend out of it there are others that would like you too. I agreed After I got in the shower to clean up and one came in to piss looked at me and said want to drink? So I sat on the toilet and sucked him till he filled my belly with piss. I got up showered and dressed. As I walked out they said their good byes. I got in my car and saw it was 4pm when I finally left.

Showed up at his place and he told me to strip down. He led me to a back bedroom that was set up as his play area. He told me to get in the sling and get comfortable. He excused himself for a few while I got into the sling. When he returned, he asked if I wanted anything to loosen up. I replied yes and he opened his bag and pulled out a pipe. He handed it to me and said go for it. As I started blowing clouds, he began lubing up my ass. Without saying anything, he reached over grabbed a butt plug, sprinkled some powder on it, and started to push it in. It was bigger than I am used to so he massaged it until it popped in. After letting me smoke for a few minutes, he took the pipe and started strapping my arms and legs into the sling. Only thing he said to me while he was doing it was I don’t want you to touch yourself while you are getting fisted. About this time, everything started to kick in and all I wanted to do was touch myself. He slowly started to pull the butt plug out. The popping sound and the feeling when it came out took my breath away. He asked me if I was ready and I moaned yes. He gave me a big hit of poppers and started. He slid one, two, and then more fingers into me. When he reached the first stopping point, he worked his hand in and out. He told me to breathe a few time and just relax. The moment his hand slid in, my body shivered and I had an instant feeling of pleasure. He spent the next 30 minutes working my ass over. The guy was a man of few words. When he was done fisting me, he stood up and slid his dick in me. He started fucking me and after a few minutes began to grunt and pound me as he dropped his load in me. He unhooked me and I got out of the sling. He offered me the pipe again, which I didn’t refuse, and took some big hits before I left. When I went to the bathroom to clean up, I logged onto BBRTS since I knew I was going to still be high and horny when I left. I got dressed and headed out.

In what seemed like a blink, Dale entered the room and decked the lookalike that Brock had met at the entrance of the building. The man Brock had thought was his uncle. The man who had been so eager to get Brock's dick in him this morning. The imposter crumpled to the floor clutching his nose, which was bleeding profusely. Brock was caught off guard and shrunk back from the two men. Dr. Shah stood on reflex, seemingly more to protect his supplies than to intervene in the altercation. Dale turned to Brock and winced at the look on his nephew's face - watching someone lose trust in you in real time is never pleasant. "Sorry I'm late, bud." Dale offered. "What. The fuck. Is going on?" Brock asked with icy pointedness, still distancing himself from Dale and his doppelganger. "Brock, meet my brother Rod. My twin brother Rod," Dale said with an unamused dryness. Dale nudged Rod with the toe of his boot, rolling his brother a bit onto his back. As he rolled, his shirt rode up in the front and Brock noticed the conspicuous absence of a scorpion tattoo where Dale's was on his lower abdomen. "I'd planned for you to meet your dad a little differently," Dale said. The statement seemed more intended for Rod than Brock. "What is he doing here? What's going on?" Brock's brain itched a little when Rod was referred to as his dad. As though he couldn't figure out where to comfortably put that information in his brain. "The fuck did you tell him?" Dale's attention was back on Rod. Something was seething under the surface of his tone. Brock was pretty sure they crossed the line of "dysfunctional" long before this moment, but he got the impression that even if the brothers' sexual proclivities were "traditional," this family wouldn't even approach the realm of functional. "We just got in here, I was telling him about Dr. Shah," Rod forced out around his potentially broken nose. Dale looked to Brock, seemingly for confirmation and Brock nodded back tentatively. "We're here to get you tested, bud. To be absolutely certain the virus took. And if it did, to ensure it's my strain that you've got." Dale said matter of factly. Dale shot a withering glance at his brother. "As for why he's here, i suppose he thinks this is about him." "I got sick. I haven't had sex with anyone but you. Of course I got your strain," Brock sputtered. Realizing that wasn't quite true as of a few minutes ago. "Of course this is about me!" Rod shouted incredulously. "He's my kid!" "We have to be 100% certain," Dale said with a tone of finality, "because..." "Because you're dying," Dr. Shah finished for him. "Unless you start meds." A somber silence sat on the room like a lazy cat in the sun. Brock sat down on the exam table. Dale broke the silence by beginning to explain about the Scorpion Society. The basics, unbeknownst to Dale, Brock already knew. "The society was founded by the viral descendants of the first known case of HIV in North America. We have tasked ourselves with preserving the purity of the first strain. We do that by enforcing a strict hierarchy based on how far removed a person is from that strain." "The current Jarls are direct recipients of that first strain. Their role is to convert others by passing their strain along and coaching those who receive it. Those who keep their strain pure and unmedicated are eligible to be Thanes. Those who go on meds are welcome as citizens. Those who receive their strain from Thanes are also welcome as citizens regardless of meds. Anyone converted by citizens or outsiders is too far removed from the first strain and is not welcome." "Dale and I are both Jarls," Rod chimed in. He pulled the collar of his muscle shirt down to show off his orange scorpion tattoo on his left pec. "Dale runs the local nest. I run a nest up in Chicago." "So, what happens if a Jarl has to step down?" Brock asked, the gears beginning to turn. "Normally, the Thanes keep the nest running until everyone can be re-homed," Dale replied. "But in the case of my nest, the power vacuum left in my absence could threaten the entire Society." "So, where do I factor in?" Brock realized this question still had not been answered. Dale turned to Dr. Shah, who had finished prepping supplies and was wheeling a metal table over toward Brock. "I research viral heredity, Brock. In theory, infection under the right circumstances could result in a viral strain that is substantially similar enough to the existing Jarls that we can make a case for succession," Dr. Shah explained, "circumstances like if the strain passed to a close relative of an existing Jarl." "You want me to be in charge!?" Brock's heart was pounding in his temples and his ears were ringing even before he was consciously aware of the implications. "One step at a time, bud," Dale reassured him, "first things first, we need to confirm you're poz. But eventually, yes. That is the general idea." Dr. Shah was putting on exam gloves. Brock was unfazed by needles. In fact, he'd kind of always been fascinated by them. When he was younger he used to delight in watching his veins pop up distal to the tourniquet. His favorite nurse at his pediatricians office had always made it a a race, commentating on them like it was NASCAR or something. Dr. Shah had no trouble finding a suitable vein. Brock had been so wrapped up listening to the three men in the room talk about this undertaking that he'd been oblivious to the fact that he was well on his way to a raging erection. He blamed the sudden attention from the handsome doctor. Dr. Shah talked Brock through every step in the process as he sanitized his arm and prepared to insert the needle. The doctor's experience was evident, as Brock didn't even feel the stick. He only knew it happened because he watched it. Despite the lack of sensation, the whole thing felt very erotic to Brock. Brock observed as his blood - his presumably extremely viral blood - crept its way from the needle to the waiting vials. Brock's erection was now full mast, even beginning to throb. He could already feel his precum soaking through his briefs and making his jeans damp. When Dr. Shah had the blood he needed, he quickly placed samples in several places. Brock looked around the room and could see that his uncle rock hard and also making a mess of the front of his jeans. Rod had pulled the waistband of his shorts down and pulled his dick out of the pouch of his jock and was openly stroking, his precum making excellent lube. Dr. Shah returned to the side of the exam table, his own bulge very noticeable in his khaki chinos. "Now, let us get to work on the other sample," Dr. Shah said, a thread of lust running through his voice as he began to unbuckle his belt.

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Fellow Pigs - I have had my nipple pierced since I was a student years back - but now I am becoming more and more hornilly obsessed to get my cock PA'd. To the point where I get turned on and leak streams of pre-cum thinking of this massive ring hanging onto my bell-end and rubbing / pulling so much inside my jeans that I can constantly feel it all the time and it's constantly reminding me and calling to me that my cock needs attention. You know what I mean right - constant tugging and cock, pre-cum, piercing, cock getting harder - thoughts on your mind all day - Fucking Awesome. I feel I owe it to my cock for all the years of service or servitude - He - has given to me. It needs a crowning moment. Now as a Sub Bottom it will only serve to be under a boot or quietly leak pre-cum adding to my ripe sheets in the depth of the night . But as a Pig I need a ring. Sp I need advice as to yes go ahead it's the best thing I can do or tried it and wish I'd never dome it. Plus if anyone knows the best place in London to get this done then would appreciate the nod. Welcome for support also if anyone wants to cum see a pig get PA'd. Where will it stop. Next will be a Neck Tattoo - No Ink as of yet. Oink - Filthy Pig

I found a horny undergrad on grindr. He was a real taker. I fucked him long and hard. His hole was so tight. And he was a cummy mess by the time I was done with him. While my jizz was running down his leg, he thanked me for helping him unwind after a stressful week.

Just got home a bit ago. Been over a month, and I have been horny as hell. Too many flakes on Grindr/sniffles these days. Had a top I hooked up with last month hit me up. Last time it was a quick one for me. He was a bit nervous. But hey a load is a load. This time was a good session. He oiled me up spanked me, called me his good bottom boy, his dirty little slut and fucking hell I was loving it. Good its been while since I've had a good fuck like that. Dirty talk/spanking definitely get me going. I have a plug in my hole right now making sure his kids stay deep in me. Now with my family our of town for the week hopefully my regular top can come over and fill me up too this weekend.

I broke my pelvis in a cycling accident Mid-July. I just received my first breeding since then in a guys basement sex room. I was in his sling when he came deep inside me, 8' cock. I loved watching the contortions of his face as he approached and then went over the top with orgasm. He gives all of himself when he fucks and had to sit down to catch his bearings when he finally pulled out. Later he pushed the load in deeper as he doggie fucked me on his fuck bench.

Brock stared out the third floor window at the cloudy, rainy sky. He had tuned Mr. Bryant out a while ago. They were reviewing limits. Brock could do limits in his sleep - or, as he recently learned, gooned out of his mind on poppers with a raging erection. Not even Mr. Bryant's thick ass in his khakis could hold Brock's attention today, though. It was Wednesday. Brock had hoped to hear out of Dr. Shah first thing this morning. With each passing class period, he got more and more anxious that he wouldn't get the call. Had the virus not taken? Had all this new sexual confidence been a hallucination? A placebo? Brock's member pulsed in protest. Like hell it was. Brock could feel the virus pulse through him with every heartbeat. He could feel its desires every time a stiff breeze stirred past his dick. This was real. It had to be. His phone vibrating sent a jolt through him. His hand shot into his pocket, but the damage was done. Having finished writing the next problem on the board, Mr. Bryant's eyes locked onto him. He must have heard the vibrating. "Mr. Baird, since you seem to have more important things going on, what is the limit of this equation?" Mr. Bryant was pissed. No, not pissed. Disappointed. An anvil of guilt settled in Brock's stomach. Mr. Bryant was the one teacher Brock actually liked at this school. Brock hated this feeling he wasn't living up to Mr. Bryant's expectations. "There is no limit," Brock said, withering sheepishly under Mr. Bryant's steely gaze. "Correct. Now show us how you got there. And leave your phone on my desk. You know the rule. You can have it back at the end of the day." "But, Mr. Bryant...!" Brock started to protest. "But nothing Mr. Baird. Show all your work, please." Brock died a little inside as he worried he'd ruined his rapport with Mr. Bryant. As he placed his phone on Mr. Bryant's desk, he saw the voicemail notification from a university phone number. If he'd died before, that buried him. Brock worked through the problem, including the tricky substitution Mr. Bryant had been fishing for. This seemed to satisfy Mr. Bryant and he dismissed Brock back to his seat. "See me after school, Brock," he added, his tone had softened a bit. ---------- Brock shambled through the rest of the day in a zombified stupor. He eventually found himself with the key in the door of his Ford Probe when he remembered he was supposed to see Mr. Bryant. His head snapped up with the realization and he turned to head back into the building. His brain short-circuited a bit as he saw Mr. Bryant walking toward him already. "Uh...sorry, Mr. Bryant. I just remembered...I was about to head back in..." Brock stammered. Mr. Bryant held his phone out to him. "It's okay. I saw you at your locker and could tell you'd forgotten. What's going on, Brock?" His inquiry was beginning to feel like an inquisition. "You're very distracted the last couple of weeks. I get senioritis. I mean, hell, mine drove me off to join the navy and to be a nomad for two years before I knuckled under and got a big boy job. But this looks like more than senioritis, bud." Brock's mind swirled and he felt very light headed. Some part of him wanted to talk to Mr. Bryant. About EVERYTHING. "Mr. Bryant, I have been under a lot of pressure lately. My mom is working all the time, my class load this year is insane, and my uncle and dad..." Logic held just tight enough to the fringes of his mind and clipped that last thought before it could bloom out of his mouth. A wave of empathy swept over Mr. Bryant's face. "Brock, you can talk to me about anything..." Brock gave up trying to sort the tangle of emotions he was feeling and let it settle as a knot in the back of his throat. "I really appreciate that, Mr. Bryant. I need to sort some stuff out, but I'll tell you soon. I promise..." Mr. Bryant pulled Brock into a very tight hug. "I mean it, Brock. Anything." The hug lasted just a beat too long, which Brock and Mr. Bryant seemed to realize at the same moment, pulling away simultaneously. Mr. Bryant turned silently and headed back in the building. Brock dropped into the driver's seat of his car. ---------- Brock pulled into his driveway. He flipped open his phone and saw two voicemails and a text from Uncle Dale. The first voicemail was from Dr. Shah. "Hello Mr. Baird, this is Dr. Shah. I am calling you with some recent test results..." Brock thought he sounded very professional and by-the-book. The second voice mail was also from Dr. Shah. "Brock, your results came back even better than we could have hoped. I will see you on Saturday." His tone was very hushed and excited. The professional tone was gone and he sounded...almost giddy. Confused, Brock opened the text from Dale. "Meeting. Saturday. 9pm at the 'Block. Do NOT be late."

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For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

the book is all well and good, it's the practisers that leave plenty to be desired. But the Koran is definitely against same sex relationships of any kind, period. Sayyidna Abu Hurairah ؓ عنہ reports that the Holy Prophet ﷺ said: "Four types of people are, when they begin their day, under the wrath of Allah and when they reach their evenings they are under the rage of Allah." I asked: "Who are they, 0 Messenger of Allah?" He said: "Men who imitate women and women who imitate men and he who goes unto animals and he who goes unto men". و عن انم عباس ؓ قال : قال رسول اللہ ﷺ ـ من وجدتموہ یعمل عمل قوم لوط فاقتلوا الفاعل و المفعول ب [think before following links] https://quran.com/en/4:16/tafsirs/en-tafsir-maarif-ul-quran Even in 'moderate' countries such as Indonesia and Malaysia, there are long prison sentences for the practice of sodomy. No doubt, they're hold-overs from the colonial era, but funny, when the coloniser countries have become some of the more advanced in LGBTQ rights, it's the colonised that have incredible regressive anti-LGBTQ laws.

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10 years ago So much of this story causes me personal shame. It's embarrassing. I'm currently 47 years old, but I still felt like a kid ten years ago. I was 37 and fighting some demons from childhood. I was raised in a very strict, religious household and remember rules and discipline as a way of life. I rebelled like we all do at some point. Unfortunately, I never grew out of that stage. I got stoned right before my high school graduation...and pretty much every day after that for the next three years. College was pretty much a breeze, but in my senior year, I woke up a little and shed some anger in order to get my degree. The problem is that I never got over my hate of doing stuff I didn't want to do. Sure, I got up early every morning and worked at a job -- but I never got a regular checkup with a doctor, and I never ever went to the dentist. I'd had a wisdom tooth removed when I was in my 20's. It was such a bad experience that they only did the one even though I had three more that needed taken out. I swore I'd never go back. And I didn't for over ten years. Well, you can guess what happened ... I eventually developed some major issues in my mouth. I paid for my neglect with horrible tooth pain. No amount of Advil would help. I once took shots directly from a bottle of rum to kill the pain. I woke up sick and spit blood into the bathroom sink. Not good. It was time to grow up a little and make a dental appointment. I nosed around on the computer to find dentists in my area. I came across Dr. Manning, who not only was near me, but took my insurance. He also practiced "sedation dentistry" which I'd never heard of. If you don't know it already, you can now go to a dentist and be drugged up for hours while they fix everything wrong with your death and you're not even aware of it. Sounded good to me. His picture was on the website. He was a handsome, mid-50's guy with a salt and pepper mustache. I called and made an appointment. The phone lady was very nice...and had that so soothing 'nurse voice'. I told her about my pain and she was very sympathetic, but said I'd need to come in for x-rays and consultation before any work could be done. Fine. I lived through a few more unbearable nights before the appointment. I was tense as hell and even the dental assistant noticed. She left the room for a few minutes and came back with a valium. "Dr. Manning is running late. Take this and relax a little while. I'd never had any tranquilizer before, but quickly understood why people got addicted to them. Damn.,I felt perfect and in love with the world. I dreamed for a bit. I think. A hand touched my shoulder....Dr. Manning. The lady assistant was there too. "You less nervous now? Poor kid. Linda, take his blood pressure." Then I was sorta awake as the cuff went on my arm. It had to be low now, but it wasn't....170/50. "Start him on the gas and I'll go adjust Carmen's braces." He put a hand on my chest and said "I can't do anything until you calm down. " It's impossible to 'try to relax', but as soon as I started breathing the air coming from that mask -- it felt like a piece of paper floating in the wind. There should be a better way to describe it, but that's all I could think of at the time. It had no odor that I could perceive. I could hear the dentist and his assistant talking and asking me to open wide and telling me to relax. They scraped and inspected, and I thought it was great. Fun. After they stopped the gas, I was out of my happy trance in seconds. "Well, Vince...we've got some work to do." I needed the other wisdom teeth removed, three fillings, a crown and a thorough cleaning. I was so embarrassed. "We can do almost all of it in two appointments, but you need to get the blood pressure normalized. I have a friend, an internist over at Saint Luke's who will get you in soon. Follow his instructions and then come back. I'm writing you a scrip for some strong pain pills. Don't take more than three in a 24 hour time period. We'll call you in a few weeks to see how things are going. Sheila at the front desk will be ready for you whenever you've awake enough to get up. "I just need half a minute." Dr. Manning sent his assistant to retrieve that internist's number from his office, leaving me and the doc alone. "You are way too tense. Bill can help with that too. Why are you so nervous?" "I just always feel like a tight coil inside." "Is that why you party?" "Huh?" "I could smell a little booze and pot in the air you breathed out. People always think they can brush or use mouthwash and we won't know. We always know." "You married, Dr. Manning?" I had no idea why I asked that. "I was once. Years ago. What about you?" "Nah. I am too independent to be in a union of any kind." "Yeah. That's pretty much where I'm at now. If you still feel loopy, I can give you a ride home. Sometimes the gas affects people that way." I should have taken him up on the offer, but I declined. "I'm okay now. Thanks, though." "Here..take a few of these until you get the scrip filled." He took my hand, opened it and dropped a few pink tablets into my palm. "Don't say anything. This is just between us." "Gotcha. So I call back here in a few weeks?" "Or we'll call you...or at least I will." Three weeks later, I was feeling okay. His friend had put me on some blood pressure pills and an anxiety med. Xanax became my new best friend. It was like the valium but more so. The pain pills really worked well. I checked my blood pressure every other day at Walgreen's. It was normal...almost nearly normal. I was in bed, enjoying the pills and thinking I'd call the dentist office tomorrow from work. As soon as I formed that thought, my phone rang. Oh fuck it...It was late and I was on a cloud. It stopped ringing but then started again thirty seconds later. "Hello?" "Did I wake you?" "What? Not really. Who is this?" "It's Mark. Mark Manning -- your dentist." "Oh Hi. I was going to call your office tomorrow. My blood pressure is way lower now." "Excellent! We can fix your teeth now. Schedule an appointment tomorrow morning. I assume you want to be konked out for the first round." "Oh yeah. Do I get extra gas or something?" "That...and we give you heavy-duty pills. Your insurance won't cover the gas or the meds, so it'll set you back several hundred bucks." "Mark?" "Yes?" His voice was deep and sultry. "What time is it?" "Not so late. I just wanted to check on you. I assumed you were doing well...checking your blood pressure at that pharmacy multiple times." What? How did he know? "Yeah. I don't feel as coiled now, but I sleep more than I ever did." "Good! Sleep is healing. It'll help you keep looking so young." I smiled in the darkness, and my dick shifted in my boxers. "I need to sleep now, Doc. I'll call the office in the morning." "You better...I'll keep checking. Good night, kid." Damn. He was one attentive dentist. Was his business doing bad and he needed to get more patients? No. I somehow knew what was going on. The Xanax was dragging me down into sleep. I remember in my early weed-smoking days, that I used to imagine that our reality as very layered. I'd lie in bed and go deeper through the levels. I was going way deep under the waking reality, thinking of this Dr. Manning. I called from work the next day and spoke to that pleasant front desk woman. "We've been expecting you call, Vince. Do you have a pen and paper near you? There are instructions to follow.Ready?" "Yeah." "OK. You first need to come get the sedation pills here at the office. They'll be here this afternoon. Can you come by before 6?" "I'll be there." "Good. Now, you can't drive here yourself for the appointment. Do you know someone who can bring you? We have a deal with a taxi service. Dr. Manning said he'd even drive you here himself." My friend and neighbor, Ernie was a retired man and never did anything but fuss around his garden. It was almost Winter now, so he stayed on the couch and watched "Law and Order". For hours. He was a buddy and always bringing me tomatoes and radishes. "I have somebody to drive me." "Okay. If I'm not there when you get the pills today. Just take them as directed. Do you have an Ipod or something like that? Some patients like to hear music." "Yes. I have one." "Wear loose clothing -- like sweats or something. You have to probably take two days off of work. Are you able to do that?" "Yes." I had so much vacation saved up because I never went anywhere. Or did anything. "Good enough. See you this afternoon...or Jemma will. My day is in flux because my daughter is sick." "Sorry. Hope she feels better soon." "Thanks. Have a good day." I had meetings all morning. My phone was blinking with multiple messages. You can guess who they were from. Dr. Manning himself. I knew his voice so well. "Glad you called. How's work?" beep "What time are you coming in today? I'll try to be there to say 'hi'" beep "Are you ever in your office?" beep It occurred to me that this guy was not very professional. Did I mind? Fuck no. I think he and I had something. But what? He was older and divorced and my dentist. I decided I'd go along for the ride. I picked up the little plastic package of 400 dollar pills. Mark wasn't there. The front desk lady told me he wanted to schedule me for Saturday morning. That was fine because Old Ernie got up at the crack of dawn to rake or fill his bird feeders every Saturday. The Friday evening before my appointment, Ernie called to tell me that his daughter had been in a car accident. She'd be okay, but would have to spend the next few days in the hospital. She was about 200 miles from us, and he needed to leave tonight to visit her. I ran through a list of names of people I could call to get up early on a Saturday and take me to the dentist. I hated annoying people. I'd call and schedule a taxi, but needed to find a number. Shit. People had tougher lives than me and coped somehow. I only had a short time to figure out a plan. As I started my usual period of panic, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Nervous? You need to take that yellow pill pretty soon so you can get some sleep. It's the smallest one." "Mark?" "Yeah. Sorry. I was worried about you. It will be totally fine and easy tomorrow. Take the pill now...while we're talking. You need to be rested." "Now?" "Yep. I went by your house after work today and saw your neighbor guy put suitcases in his car. Is all that all for you?" "No. His daughter was in a wreck and he had to travel. What's the name of the taxi service you office uses?" "Don't bother.U'll pick you up at 8:30. You need to take the biggest pill an hour ahead of time. So get up at 7:15 and take it. It's supposed to be cold. Wear sweats if you have them." "Thanks, Doc." "My pleasure. You took the night pill, right?" "Just now." "OK. Good. Get ready for bed...you'll be crashing soon. Are you on a cell? Can we talk while you're in bed?" "Sure. Can you hold while I get undressed and settled in?" I put the phone down and left my clothes on the floor. I went about my usual nighttime routine. I turned on the TV and muted it. I kept it on a jewelry shopping network as I fell asleep. Something about those glittering gemstones was hypnotic. I got under the covers. "Mark? You there?" "Yeah. Just listening to you. Your breathing is getting heavy -- which means you'll be sleeping soon. How do you feel?" "Wonderful. Like...just...wonderful." "That's my boy!" "How. Why? I mean..do you do this for all your patients?" "Not really, but you're a friend of mine...I make exceptions for good friends." "Oh. OK." We were friends all the sudden? GOOD friends? I guess it was true if he was saying it. "Kiddo? Are you sleeping?? What do you wear when you sleep?" "Huh? Just underwear. Why?" "Describe them a little. What color? What style?" "Yup." I felt like I was dreaming. "OK. I'll call you early to make sure you're up." "Absolutely." And then I slipped away. Dreams were waiting. I slept so well and only woke up when the phone rang. They'd call back when I got done exploring heaven. "WAKE UP!" "No! Stop! I ..." Dr. Manning was there in my bedroom, standing over me. How the fuck did he get in here?? "You need to wake up a little. We're running late, Vince. Damn! I should have factored in your pain pills and Xanax. This is my fault. Take this now and I'll give you the last one when we get there. Might as well take it with a beer. Coffee will only make you tense." It was weird to taste beer while I was still half-asleep, but whatever. He helped get me dressed -- which I'd have found really awkward if I would have been fully awake. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on a ball cap. "I'm ready." "Here's your coat...it's super cold this morning." His fancy sports car looked out of place in my crummy driveway. The air smelled like snow. "Nice car, Matt." The seat was so comfortable. He chuckled. "It's 'Mark', buddy. You want some music?" "Oh shit! I forgot my ipod." "I've got a portable CD player in the office. We really don't have time to go back now." "And my wallet. I forgot that too." "No problem. We'll send you a bill. Just don't worry anymore. You are the most person I've ever met. Now, do you want music or not?" "Yeah. Christmas music." I must have been feeling the effects because I normally hated holiday songs. This town had at least two radio stations that played only carols this time of year. Mark found one of them and festive tunes washed over us. His audio system was amazing. Maybe I nodded off a little. I just felt so, so perfect. "OK. We're not all that late. Lois is already here though." Who was talking? Oh. I woke up a little. I thought I'd forgotten my coat too, but I was wearing it. Mark helped me walk to the office building like I was feeble or something. My memory gets a little spotty from there. "So...what now?" I was in the warm waiting room, and no one else seemed to be around. "Take this. It'll be a short wait. I guess I should say "good bye" now because you won't remember much for the next five or six hours." "OK, Mom." He laughed and then left me alone. I could have dozed off right then, but I fought it. Why would I want to sleep through this perfect feeling? I made myself be aware for as I could. It's like when you reach that perfect buzz while drinking...remember what you can because you'll ultimately be sick. I was reclined in the dentist chair and Lois had the little CD player ready for me. "What kind of music do you like?" "Alternative." She stared blankly. I was unable to explain that any further. She was probably a Garth Brooks fan. A minute later she came back with an Oasis CD. "That's perfect," I said even though I'd always been lukewarm on that band. They had a few hits. So much for trying to remember everything...it was mostly a blank from then on. I remember that the music was better than any music I'd ever heard. And then...a huge blank. While I was out, three wisdom teeth were removed and a crown out in. I felt none of it. I do remember that I needed to pee really bad...and I had a stomach cramp. At some point. I was sitting on a toilet. As much as I needed to pee, I needed to poop more. My ass was sore. It was like a raw sunburn feeling. I guess all the meds were having a side effect. The process took forever. I might have been in there too long because the door opened. "You OK?" It was Mark. I pulled my shirt down a little to cover my stuff. "Yeah. Just slow." "OK. I'll be right outside if you need something." Then there was a bunch of blank space. It was sometime in the evening when I slowly came out of the haze. I was in bed. I never knew my mattress was this comfortable. I might have snoozed another hour before I returned to the world. I thought it was weird that my jaws and my mouth didn't hurt at all. My ass was still sore though. It took a confusing few seconds before I realized I was not in my own bedroom. It was a nice, spacious bedroom with fancy decor. Huh? I was suddenly sure of where I was...Dr. Manning's house. Probably. I didn't trust my brain too much right then. There were dried blood droplets in my underwear...and then I knew. I knew he'd fucked me at some point. I was no virgin. I'd been fucked by my first boyfriend/mentor. He'd been a safe sex fanatic and we used condoms always. After the first time, my ass felt a lot like it did now. The pieces were starting to come together, and I somehow didn't mind too much. Mark had taken advantage of my coma-like state and gotten his rocks off. With a condom? I doubted it. I decided to compose myself and get dressed. My folded sweats and shoes were all placed nicely in the bedroom. I was ready to see what other weird shit the day (or night) had in store. I took a breath and walked out the door. I could hear a TV and followed the sound. There was Mark, wearing only a pajama bottoms. His bare feet were propped up on top of a coffee table that probably cost as much as my car. His bare torso was covered with fur and he was smoking a joint. "Hey! Have a good nap?" "Yeah. Are we...why did you bring me here?" "I just wanted to make sure you had someone near to take care of you. How are you feeling?" "Not bad. Good, actually." I was holding my cards close to my vest. It would do me no good to start accusing him of rape. Not yet. "Well, the worst is over. Don't touch your gums. I'd offer you a hit, but you need to not suck anything for a day. The suction might open the wounds in your mouth. Wanna shotgun?" "What's that?" I knew what it was. My God, his body was so sexy. "Come sit. I'll take a hit and blow it directly into your mouth." So we did that a few times. His warm lips on mine felt so nice...and familiar somehow. He kept urging me to take more and more "shotguns". Eventually we were just kissing with no smoke involved. OK, this was happening. I was overwhelmed with a bunch of thoughts fighting each other. He pulled away and stood up. "You hungry? I made made some mashed potatoes with green onions and cream. It won't hurt your mouth to eat it." "Cool. Thanks, Mark." "I'd bring you a beer, but you can't have anything carbonated for another twelve hours. Want some wine?" "Sure. I'll have some if you do." He wasn't the only one with devious plans in his head. "Already started without you. It's almost 9 at night, Vince." "Wow." No way. I'd lost most of my Saturday. He brought me an overfull glass of red wine. "Do you remember anything that happened?" I chose my words. "I think I sort of remember Lois taking me to the bathroom." "Nope. That was me. I sent Lois home as soon as you were prepped. It was just us for three hours. I only open the office on weekends for long procedures...like yours." He put down a plate of the promised mashed potatoes. It was not bad, but my stomach fought it. I could not eat any more without gagging, so I just sipped the wine. It was probably really expensive, but I had no knowledge of wines. It was just fruity booze to me. There was a college football game on his super TV. I gave no shits about NCAA football because my college team was always awful. "Can we watch something else, Mark?" I wondered if he'd put on some gay porn. But no. He found the old version of "Little Women" on a classic movie channel. It was the black and white one with that famous actress as a younger gal. Hepburn? "They always show this around the holidays. Like this?" "Yeah. I loved the novel as a kid. I got fun of for walking around with a 'girl's book'. Can we do some more shotgunning?" "I was just about to ask you that!" He brought out a very nice bong and fired it up. "We need to go slow, Babe. This medical grade." He took a major hit and exhaled directly into my mouth. His lips...my God...I wanted to kiss him forever. "Okay. Let that sink in for a bit and watch the story." Oh fuck the March sisters -- just keep kissing me, Dr. Rapist! I nodded and finished the wine that he kept refilling. I was so wasted suddenly. We dropped all pretext and just started kissing like lovers. I let my hand rest on his crotch which was growing. I could have just laid my cards on the table...I could have just confessed that I knew what he'd done to me today. He was an enthusiastic kisser and I was rock hard in my sweats. "One more hour and then you need to rest...you've had a big day." "I don't feel sleepy at all. Well, a little bit maybe." "Yeah, but your mouth will start hurting soon. It'll wake you up in the middle of the night. Let me give you a few pills to prevent that." He got up with an obvious boner and left the room. Damn. It's like he wanted me drugged all the time. No discussion about the kissing or my hand on his dick. I'd play along...it was Saturday night after all. I think it was. I took the tablets he handed me. I couldn't help but notice how clean and well-groomed his fingers were. One of the Little Women was sick and dying. I used to know all their names. "Were those sleeping pills or pain pills?" "Both." Damn. He was going to continue this ruse with a guy who was smart enough to figure things out. Or maybe he knew that I knew. That would another level to this game we seemed to be playing. We shotgunned and drank more as I got drowsier and more into that next world he wanted me in. Right about the time I was going to ask Mark a question, I slipped away. Blackness and mist. The only thing I remember is being in that excellent bed again. I also kind of remember being naked and feeling my neck kissed, but that might have been a dream. The morning crept around his thick, luxurious drapes...and I was alone again. My butt ached again, but not as bad. It was also a little damp. He'd done it again! If only he knew how much I'd have been willing to fuck with no impairment. "Breakfast!," He called from behind the door. "Take a quick shower. I washed your sweats and left you a clean towel." I cleansed and fixed my hair up a little. He left me the washed sweats but no underwear or socks. I was a little hungover. OK...I was his plaything, but he didn't seem to realize that I was willing. No drugs needed. I would have to say something...soon. I had to work tomorrow and, while this had been adventure, it was a little tiresome to appear stupid. I guess my shoes were still by the couch, so I just went into the kitchen barefoot. He was fussing around with the stove. "Good morning." "Hello! How's the mouth?" "No pain. You're good at your job, Mark." Boy was he ever. "Aw. Thanks. Always nice to hear that. I made French toast. It's probably not going to hurt your gums now." We sat at his kitchen table and ate. My mom never made French toast, and so this was new to me. Sweeter food than I liked in the mornings, but....but Mark made it for me. I was becoming infatuated with him and his devious ways. "I'm not wearing underwear... feels odd." "I'm not either. All that is in the drier. I have a housekeeper who comes in three times a week. She's coming tomorrow morning. I'll let Rosa clean all this up." "I can't believe the whole weekend is over. They close down my office building from Christmas Eve until after New Year's. That's coming up and I can't wait." He smiled and started lighting the bong again. Dang. For a doctor, he smoked a lot of weed. "What do you do for Christmas, Vince?" "Usually go visit my parents, but I don't know if I can handle it this year. They are decent people, but so religious and nagging. My dad and I tend to argue." "Same here. Did I tell you I was raised a Mormon?" "No way." He'd lost his place in Mormon heaven a long time ago. "Yeah. I just hang out with friends on Christmas...good friends like you." Whoa. It was time to say something. Apparently this man equated drugged rape with friendship. "Mark...I need to tell you something." He leaned over and exhaled a giant weed cloud into my mouth. I kepi my mouth where it was and we passionately kissed for a full minute. "What?" "Nothing...I ...I just think I'm falling for you." I'd chickened out. "About time. I was waiting to hear that. I should tell you a few things first." Here it comes. "I've loved you from the minute you walked into my office...and I got carried away. I followed you and googled you. I know so much." "Is that it? What about admitting you raped me twice while I was drugged?" Silence hung thick in the air. He shifted and looked at the ceiling. "Three times. I fucked you three times in the past 24 hours. Are you mad?" "Let's just say I figured it out. But, why? I would have said 'yes' with no drugs involved." "It's my thing. I love fucking passed-out men. Maybe it's a self-esteem thing, but I am too awkward when the other guy is fully awake." "But you are gorgeous. You don't need to drug people. I really want to have sex with you and remember it...see things, feel things." "I know. I want to do that too...but it might take some time, okay?" My boner was completely gone. His fetish was helpless, unconscious guys. That was not a good thing any way you looked at it. "Did you at least put a condom on?" Silence. "No. That's my other thing...I like to go in bare, make my seed count. I most likely don't have anything if that's what you're worried about." "OK. I should probably go home now. I don't even know if I'm mad or not, and I need some time alone right now." He nodded and went to retrieve the rest of my clothes from the dryer. I just held the socks and underwear and stood by the front door. "Let me get some shoes and a coat. I'll be right back. The garage door is at the far left end of the kitchen." I went there and kept my expression neutral. I wanted to keep guessing what I was thinking. I could report Mark and get him arrested, but that wasn't anything I wanted to do. I could just get another dentist, but I liked him still. Still. Even after everything. Didn't we all have a weird desire or two? He was so handsome and so smart...friendly. I'd figure it out somehow. I've learned over time that the brain is more trustworthy than the heart. He drove me home. I was amazed at how such a nice neighborhood could be so close to my plain one. He had the Christmas music station on again, and it was playing probably my favorite song with my favorite verse: "...from now on, your troubles will be out of sight." "I know this probably isn't a good time, but you still need to get a few fillings. If we do it now, you can avoid getting more crowns. Just saying. If you want to go to a different dentist, I can refer you to somebody. A woman if you want." "No. It's okay. Later this week, maybe." "This week would be best. Will you call me?" "I will." We got to my place and barely said good-bye. I just needed to be in a safe place with the door locked and the blinds drawn. Ernie was still gone. The inside of my house seemed foreign, and I wished I had a dog. Or a cat. I never realized how lonely my life was. Oh well. I needed a good friend to call, but it was a weird afternoon hour on a Sunday. Everybody would be deep into football and drinking and chicken wings and talking. No thanks. I just took an extra long shower and dressed like I was ready for bed. I turned on the TV, but was careful to avoid seeing that creepy "60 Minutes" clock ticking away. I found "Scrooged" on a lame channel and watched that. It was such a mean-spirited movie, but the ending was supremely uplifting. Time for a pill. Dr. Manning had given me so many extra tranquilizers that I could afford to splurge a little now. I settled on the couch and imagined I had a big, furry cat on my lap. Of course I dozed and barely remember watching the movie. What WAS that actress's name? I used to know it. It was almost 10 PM when the phone rang. I knew who it would be. "Hello?" "Hi, Vince. How are you?" "I was just relaxing for a bit. Let me grab a diet coke...hold on. OK. What's up, Mark?" "I made some calls...I don't want to tell you too much now, but it would be good if we could do your fillings on Wednesday. And then take the rest of the day off. Maybe Thursday too. No...definitely. Can you take two days off?" "Oh sure. I've got a crazy amount of vacation time saved up." "Perfect. I've got you scheduled for 10 AM on the 14th. You don't need any pills for this. I'll give you a valium when you arrive, and have the gas and Oasis ready!" I was smiling. "Sounds great." "I won't keep you, but what's in your head right now?" "Not much right now. I do know that I want to see you again. Just please understand that I want to be with you when I'm awake." "I know. I understand. We will as soon as your appointment is over. OK?" "Great." "Get some sleep...and don't forget to tell your boss you are taking two days off. I'll remind you." I slept so soundly that night -- even though it felt like I had already slept forever. I was pretty much useless at work the next day. Between my brain fog and conflicting thoughts about this new man I loved, it was all I could do to remember to eat lunch. Tuesday was only slightly better. The night before the appointment, I took a pill and dozed off on the couch while some old movie with fake snow played. The phone rang a few times, but I knew it was Mark. Him. My man. Was it love? Maybe. I came to the dental office early. It was nice to see the waiting room full of people. I picked up a random magazine and perused it like I was interested in the material. They needed a TV here. Lois came out... "Vince? You're next. Follow me, please." I could swear she had a slight smirk on her face.I settled into that great chair and waited while she came back with a pill and the CD player. "Take this now...the doctor will be in soon." She fussed around with the tank of happy gas and then left. Lois must know what's what. Whatever...I'd just enjoy the pill and close my eyes. None of that was my problem anymore. Half dreams in shades of blue and gray. Then the mask was over my nose and the headphones were on my ears. "Ready? Just breathe for a few minutes. Oasis is waiting for you." Mark. And Lois, of course. She was right there. One of them hit the play button and cranked the volume way up. I happily opened my mouth and was ready for this. I knew he was shooting some of that numbing stuff into my gums, but it felt fine. No complaints. There was a line in one of the songs playing I'd heard before: "Slip inside the eye of your mind, Don't you know that you might find a better place to play" Nice. I'd meditate on that wisdom for a little while. I'd probably retire in twenty years or so. I would just plan on listening to music while breathing in this gas. Maybe I'd even get a dentist's chair. And live somewhere it never got cold....and have a cat. A big tabby tom. I would be fine. I stayed in that blissful place until the mask was taken off of me and the music was rudely removed from my ears. It was over. Damn. Who the hell even knew what time it was? "OK, buddy. Wake up a little and we're good to go. Lois, go get him a bottle of water, please." He stood right next to me as I opened my eyes. "Look real quick." He pulled his cock out the dress slacks he was wearing and flashed me a quick few seconds. He'd adjusted himself by the time she came back with my water. Cool. I was okay with everything. "Vince? Can you get up? We're done." "It's fine. I can just drive on top of traffic going home. Nobody else will think of it." "Uh oh. Looks like I need to drive you home. Luckily, I'm off the rest of the day.And tomorrow. I'm leaving town. Lois, I'll be in on Friday. Make sure you give Jemma that folder." We were walking out to the parking lot. "You're leaving town?" "Only metaphorically. I'm going to take you to a party now." Oh god. I was afraid he was going to take me to some bar where everybody would be drinking and talking. I didn't want that. There was his beautiful car that he helped me inside of. As I settled into the luxurious seat, it occurred to me that I had been given something stronger than just a valium. We were driving. The trees were bare. "Mark? That wasn't a regular valium you gave me, was it??" "No. But you were awake the whole time. I'm taking steps, Vince. I'm trying." "Lois knows about you?" "Shit. You are too smart, kid. She's the sister of Bill -- your doctor. He's partying with us tonight. You like him, right?" "Yeah. He seems too straight-laced to party. He's like a doctor from a Norman Rockwell painting." Mark chuckled. "This will be fun. We're both going to get what we want." We pulled into his garage and I was strangely more awake than I had been in the last ten minutes. My god - everything was so clean and organized. His life was so neat and tidy. I could hear loud music already. I was almost sure it was New Order. I had that CD. I figured it would be a bunch of people, but no. It was just Bill in his boxer shorts. He was so pale and skinny and hairless. "Hey! How's our patient?" "A little sleepy -- I'm gonna get him some coffee." "No. I'll take a beer though. Hi Doc. My blood pressure is normal now." I looked him over. He was around Mark's age and usually wore glasses. He had red hair which I'd never found attractive until just now. "Good. But you never call. Check the appointment card I gave you last time -- I wrote my home number on the back." Huh? I never even checked the back. I just wrote the date down on my calendar and threw the card away. "Sorry. I didn't know that. You have my number, though." "Definitely." Mark came back with a bottle of beer that was probably expensive. Everything about him was top shelf. "Damn, Bill. You made yourself right at home, didn't you? We're going to ease Vince into this." Ease me into what? That's when I saw the syringe on the coffee table. Fucking hell. "What's in that needle?" They were both silent. "I thought you said he'd be ready to party, Mark." "It's okay, kid. You have two doctors here. Nothing bad will happen." Dr. Bill shook his head slightly. "That wasn't what I asked." I wasn't about to shoot up drugs... "It's like a fun version of vitamin B-12." Bill had an obvious hard-on under his boxers. He was playful and devious. "Take your clothes off." I looked to Mark with questions in my eyes. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, Vince. You believe me don't you?" I mostly did. I just stripped down to my underwear and waited. "Let me change the music to something a little more mellow." Bill went and adjusted the stereo. "He is like my brother and I love him, but he's a little flaky. I'll protect you." I finished the beer and relaxed on the couch. Carol King was singing about clouds in her coffee. What the hell did that mean? "Get him one more beer...I don't want him all nervous for this." "Want another one, Vince? I picked up some diet coke if you'd rather have that...I can mix some Wild Turkey in it." "Sure. Yeah." Bill was sitting next to me, really close. It's funny the weird twists and turns your life can take if you don't pay attention. My doctor and I talked about the music. He loved the 70's tunes which I did not. To me, it was rewarmed 60's until disco showed up. "Turn it down a little, ass. This is not the club." Mark gave me the coke mixed with a generous amount of whatever kind of liquor Wild Turkey was. It killed the carbonation, but I wasn't about to complain. He changed the CD and Madonna started her beautiful, slutty singing. OK. Much better. "Don't be a mom, Mark. He's an adult. Let's start this party! Who's first?" Bill was radiating a hunger. "You. You're eager and I need you to shut up a little." Mark put his hairy arm around me. I don't remember him getting stripped down to his jockey shorts. "Bitch." Bill thumped his inner arm and plunged the syringe into a vein. "See? It's easy. Doesn't even hurt." He was done. I watched his face. He looked happy and relaxed. He didn't pass out or go crazy. "Vince is next. Doctor's orders." OK. He fussed around in his duffel bag and rejoined the 'party'. It felt like Mark was holding me even closer. "It's seriously going to be fine. You'll feel much better soon." Bill sat next to me gently pulled my right arm straight out in front of me. "I am so good at finding veins. Back in college, I could practically find them with my eyes closed." And then the needle pierced my skin with almost no pain. I felt more pressure as he plunged the drug into me. I didn't even ask if it was a new needle or the same one Bill had used. I also never asked what exactly I was taking. Too late now. "How soon do I feel it?" "By the time Mark is dosed, you'll be doing real fine." "But what IS it?" "My own private mix. A little of this, a little of that. Nothing too heavy-duty." I must have missed seeing Mark shoot up because he passed and empty syringe to Bill. So we were all on drugs now. I waited. It wasn't long before I started to cough. It didn't last long, but my heart was racing. Speed? It might have been, but was like a record played at a lower speed. Bill and Mark were both fully naked now and stroking their boners. I was naked too. "Who took off my underwear?" "You did," they answered in unison. I also had an erection. Mark's cock was longer, but Bill's was fatter...the both looked beautiful and I wanted to suck them both at once. And then a dick was in my lips. The grunting voice was Bill's. "Shit! You trained him good, Mark. He's a pro. I'm gonna cum! I should have fucked you first, Vince...but...but I AHH!" A thick lotion-like fluid flooded my mouth and dripped down my throat. None of this was enough...I wanted him to shoot again. "Wow! I've been needing a blow-job like that for months." Mark impatiently prodded his naked meat into the back of my neck. I turned around and gratefully took his shaft all the way. I might have gagged a little, but there was no way I'd let that stop me. I let my fingers wander up and down his furry ass as it thrust. I was born to do this very thing. "Stop. I need to pee really bad. We can continue in a little bit. You probably need something to drink. Want another special coke? I'll get it." I never got a chance to tell him I'd drink his pee too. I really would have. He walked away, with his hard dick bobbing up and down like a toy. The music was something different now. I didn't recognize it, but like it. Mark came back with my "special" coke, and then padded away to use the bathroom. It occurred to me that he might have mixed something else besides booze in it. No worries. "Hey. Take this -- it'll help prolong the fun." He handed me a tiny white pill and I swallowed it with no hesitation. And then he kissed me quickly. "If it doesn't work out with the dentist, you can give me a shot." I wanted to give the whole world a shot right then. I wanted cocks and cum and everything. I wanted the fun to continue, but tried to keep cool. I'd never been so horny in my life. "You leveling off a little, Vince?" He stretched out and I took careful note of how long and lean his legs were. And hairy! Whatever I was on, I followed my instincts with no question. I was sucking on Mark's fat toes before I knew it. He curled and uncurled them while they were in my mouth. "Wow. That feels nice." "You lucky bastard. He's into feet. I haven't had mine touched since I dated Dennis. You got yourself a keeper, buddy." I took the hint and worked on Bill's feet next. I never imagined I'd be doing such things, but I'd lost control. They both had straining hard-ons at that point. "Let's fuck him. He's super horny." Mark took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. "Are you ready? Can you think now? Bill, you didn't give him anything else, did you? His pupils are super big." "No. I swear." (lie) The next thing I remember was lying in Mark's great bed with nakedness all around me. Arms, legs, hands. My legs were straight up in the air and a pillow was under my ass. Bill's not-quite handsome face was directly over mine. "So I hear your ass is pretty tight. Don't relax too much...I want to drill you so deeply. Like the idea?" I liked anything and everything right then. I wondered if Mark was watching this and having second thoughts about me. I guess I was cheating on him already. I worried up until the point the doctor's dick went directly inside of me. There was an explosion of pain and surreal pleasure. I might have made a noise...no idea. I imagined his dick as a red-hot iron pole poking my guts and destroying everything it touched. He was relentless with the pounding. "Yeah. You are exactly as promised, Vince. Almost time for your reward...it's ...oh shit...TAKE IT!" He came and I could feel the heartbeat in his penis. The deed was done. 'Dammit, Bill. You gave him something. His breathing is way too slow. Vince?" "Just a little party favor. Nothing too strong." "Get out! I'm going to refer him to another doctor...you can't be trusted. Take your shit and leave." There was movement and cussing and arguing. I was alone in bed and thinking this was all my fault. It was fun, and I messed it up. Mark came in and turned on a bright light."Look at me." I thought he was going to yell at me now. "Just give me a minute...I need to sleep now." "OK. Good idea. I'm going to watch you for awhile. Turn on your right side and breathe...deep as you can." So I did. At some point, the room got darker. I was keenly aware that I was being watched, but the dreams came on anyway. Boring dreams of nothing special. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I was all by myself in the big bed. I scanned the shameful memories and cringed. The clothes I was wearing the previous day were right there for me to slip into. I felt so guilty of so many things. I went to the bathroom. I needed to face the Mark Music now. He was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Good morning, cutie!" He was in a bathrobe and didn't seem mad at all. "I'm so sorry. I think we overdid it just a little. Or a lot." "No. I'm sorry you had to see me with Bill. I wanted to be with you instead...I just..." "Shhh. Don't think about him. He's on my shit list. Let's eat and then we can do whatever you want. No drugs." We ate and and then stepped outside briefly because I wanted fresh oxygen. I was mostly myself as we had sex in his bed. He was tender but passionate. It didn't take him long to cum the first time. Or the second time. We made love most of the day. He'd given me what I'd wanted. At last.

Part 4 Matt was worried. It's winter again. It's cold out. Snow on the ground. And he's alone in his bed. Matt is wondering how long it'll take before he gets a boyfriend. He's also getting a little worried that he's getting a reputation for being a slut. It's pretty clear that "geek chic" and his group of friends are not interested in hanging out with him. "Geek chic" won't speak to him at the bars anymore. Alexander and his friends are being standoff-ish when they bump into each other. Matt decides to get online. Maybe he can meet a guy that doesn't know all these queens he knows from the bars. Matt logs onto AOL and joins the local m4m room. It took a minute to get in, but his city is rarely big enough to have more than 1 m4m room. He is chatting away with boys and men. Most older guys hit Matt up right away. Matt is looking for someone closer to his age because he wants to date. Matt knows that his future boyfriend is going to be under 25. That night Matt starts chatting with a guy who lives about an hour away - his height and weight, a top with an 8" cock, and 24. They chat over an hour the first night. His name is Mark. Mark and Matt get to sexy chatting. Mark tells Matt that he loves fucking guys in public. Matt tells Mark that he has sucked cock and gotten fucked at the Park. Mark knows the Park Matt describes. Mark tells Matt he fucked a guy from the club there one night, but mostly has gotten head there. Matt is super turned on, typing with Mark, stroking his cock, and occasionally rubbing his hole. Matt is thinking about Mark fucking him in the park. Mark asks Matt if he "always plays safe or ........" Matt is a little surprised, but he's turned on. Matt has "safe sex only" in his AOL profile. Matt takes a minute before he responds. He doesn't want Mark to think he's a slut. Matt wants Mark to date him. Matt knows that sluts don't get boyfriends. Matt is rock hard looking at the screen. He starts to type and stops. Matt types, "I'm hiv negative and want to stay that way." Then quickly follows with, "But I've gotten fucked without a condom a few times." When he types that, Matt's cock gets even harder. He thinks he might cum. Mark replies, "That's hot." Matt types, "Do you fuck bareback?" Mark immediately replies, "Yes." and "Can I fuck you bareback?" Matt replies, "Yes." As he does, Matt strokes his cock twice and cums. His cum shoots all over. Matt is embarrassed now at what he said. He signs off AOL, Matt wipes up his cum and realizes that he just typed to a guy he doesn't know that he'd take his bare cock. Matt is still turned on, but so shocked at himself. Matt knows it is dangerous to fuck bareback. He was taught this all through middle school, high school and college. His parents made him promise he'd practice safe sex when he came out. His friends think guys that bareback are sluts. His best friends would be horrified at what Matt typed out to Mark. Matt goes to sleep. Matt stays off AOL for another couple days. After a shitty night getting ignored at the bars, Matt signs on. Matt sees Mark is online. Matt apologizes for hopping off abruptly. Mark senses that Matt is horny and wants another horny cyber chat. Mark says, "That's ok. How about you come over and ride my cock?" Matt says, "That'd be really hot to feel you slide inside me." Mark says, "Thanks for riding bareback since neither of us brought condoms." Matt takes off his clothes and starts stroking his cock looking at what Mark wrote. Mark says, "Your ass feels so good sliding down my bare cock." Matt replies, "Your cock feels so good inside me bare." Mark and Matt make a few more replies until Mark says, "I'm going to cum in your ass." Matt is so worked up again that he feels like he may cum. Matt replies, "Cum inside me." Mark knows he has Matt and replies, "How about tomorrow? I'll come to the city and cum inside you." Matt says, "Fuck yes." Mark gets Matt's number and calls him to set things up for the next night. Mark tells Matt that he is going to love cumming inside him. Matt tells Mark that he wants him to cum in him badly. Matt is hot for it. Mark says, "Don't cum tonight. Save it for tomorrow. I like you really horny for it like you are now." Matt agrees. The boys hang up. The next night Mark arrives in the city at 9:30pm. This is perfect for Mark because he knows that Matt is just a fuck. Matt is a little annoyed because he wants Mark to date him. Mark picks Matt up. They drive around a bit talking. Matt is trying to get to know Mark. Mark is attractive and all the things his profile said. Matt wants this to be more than sex. Mark realizes Matt might not give it up tonight - the cyber sex Matt might chicken out in real life. Mark turns on the charm. As they drive, Mark is complimentary of Matt and feels his legs and leans in to kiss him on the lips a couple times romantically. Matt starts to relax. Mark sees his opportunity when there is an open parking space near the park. It's 11pm when the boys park the car. Mark leans in and kisses Matt. They make out for awhile. Matt feels Marks hard cock. It is big as promised. Mark feels all over Matt, betting Matt very turned on. Mark's car is small though - a sports car - and uncomfortable to do more in. Mark suggests they go into the Park. Matt agrees. It's cold. There is about 2 inches of snow on the ground. Mark promises to keep Matt warm. Mark grabs lube and poppers from the glove compartment, leaving the condoms there since he knows Matt is going to take it bare. The boys walk into the park holding hands. Matt and Mark stop at the same spot where Alexander's friend fucked Matt bareback. Mark kisses Matt and says, "Suck my cock." Mark undoes his jeans and pushes them down. Matt grabs Mark's cock and starts sucking the beautiful girthy 8" cut cock. Matt's mouth is warm. The warm mouth contrasts with the cold breeze. Matt feels the breeze on his face as the warm cock slides in and out of his mouth. Mark's cock feels good, but it's cold. He needs to fuck Matt soon or this night may not go as planned. Mark lets Matt suck his cock some more, enjoying the boy's mouth. Mark says, "I'm going to fuck your ass Matt. Do you want my cock inside you?" Matt pulls off Mark's cock long enough to say, "Fuck yeah." Matt is so turned on right now. Mark pulls Matt back up, places him against the tree and lets the boy undo his jeans, pushing them down to reveal tight white briefs. Mark pushes down Matt's briefs in the back, hands Matt the poppers, and starts lubing his cock and Matt's ass. Mark takes Matt's hand and puts it on his bare cock. It's dark out and Mark doesn't want to find the bottom's fuckhole without help. Mark also wants Matt to know the cock has no condom on it. Matt wraps his hand around the bare cock. His hand is cold. Mark shivers a bit but says, "How's that cock feel?" Matt says, "Really good." Mark says, "Put it in you Matt. Take my bare cock and put it in your ass." Matt guides Mark's girthy cock to his hole and pushes back. Matt is surprised at how easily Mark's cock head slips inside him. Matt gasps for air as Mark let's Matt's ass adjust to his invading cock. Mark says, "Ready for more." Matt agrees. Mark pushes in more and both boys are surprised when Mark is able to slide all the way in. "Fuck," Matt groans. Mark starts fucking Matt. The ass feels way tighter than the easy entry indicates. This slut has an amazing ass. Mark says, "You like my bare cock inside you?" Matt says, "It feels so good in me." Mark says, "I'm not your first bare cock am I?" Matt says, "No. I've taken it bareback before." Mark says, "Fuck yes you have." Mark strokes Matt's boner which is rock hard. Mark says, "It turns me on to hear how slutty you are. Tell me how many cocks you've taken bareback." Matt gasps as Mark says this because he never thought his slutty behavior would turn a guy on. Matt loves how Mark is stroking him and fucking his ass with his bare cock. Matt decides to slut it up. Matt knows he's only taken 3 cocks bareback; but he wants to turn Mark on. Mark says, "Go on. Tell me. I want to know." Then Mark's cock hits Matt's prostate. Matt says, "8 guys have fucked me bareback." Mark says, "Mostly guys from the bars right? Hookups and strangers?' Matt says, "Yes. I took them bareback." Mark says, "Did you ever take their cum in your ass?" Matt says, "All of them. Every time I gave it up bareback." Mark is stroking Matt and short stroking his cock to keep hitting Matt's prostate. It's an expert fuck. Turning Matt into a babbling slut. Matt says how he loves taking cock bareback. Loves it when guys cum in his ass. Begs guys to cum in him. Mark says, "I'm close slut. Tell me you want my cum in your ass. Beg me for it." Mark is really close. Matt starts loudly moaning, pushing his ass back on Mark's cock and says, "Please cum inside me. I want your cum in me." Mark grabs Matt's hips to steady him and gives a few more strokes before saying, "I'm cumming in your slutty ass." Matt shoots his load on the tree. The boys clean up and pull up their pants. Mark says, "You're a hot fuck." Matt says, "You are too." Mark drives Matt home goes inside and the boys fuck a few more times. Mark is getting Matt to admit his slutty fantasies and begging for Mark's cum in his ass. Mark and Matt see each other for about a month. Mark finds a hot slutty guy closer to home and breaks things off with Matt. Matt is sad. He loved the way Mark fucked him. Matt thinks, "That sex was so hot. Ugh. How am I going to keep this up without Mark?"

I have experienced this before, from the age of 13 to present I & my twin brother have had a sexual relationship. It started off when we both discovered porn (and since we shared a room we couldn't really hide it from each other), eventually we both decided to do what all identical twins do- see who had the bigger dick, much to our surprise we were identical down there too. Eventually around that time we started messing around with each other. We both took each others cherries and we fucked pretty consistently after that (both of us being switches). When we were 16 we got caught by our step-dad, who was incredibly sexually frustrated. He fucked both of our assess & throats with his 9 inch cock for several years, making us both his cumdumps- even letting his friends fuck us too.

At the top of the stairs was a short corridor and on the left was a TV room playing porn. I had, of course, looked at plenty of porn in the secrecy of my bedroom, but seeing naked guys having sex on a big screen was exciting. I was also quite shocked to see they weren't using condoms as the camera zoomed in on a thick cock ploughing a gaping arsehole. A very old man sat on a sofa watching the film. He was naked and playing with a large, thick cock. He stared at me as I came in and emptied the bin of tissues with shaking hands. My cock was hard in my shorts and I could see him looking at it. Then he licked his lips and winked at me, all the time stroking his erection. I left him there, and went next door on shaky legs. The door was closed, and I heard someone gasping and grunting and a voice saying "Yeah...fuck him... that's it. Do him good." I didn't know what to do, but I was supposed to empty the bins, so I opened the door and went in. There was a large, circular bed in the middle of the room. A small, plump old man was kneeling on the edge being fucked by a tall thin man with shaven pubes as the third man lay on his side on the bed stroking his head and feeding him his cock. "Fuck him." He said again. I was shocked, and excited and embarrassed all at the same time, and stood there stupidly with my plastic bag, not knowing what to do. The tall, thin man who was fucking smiled at me and said "Don't mind us...ooff that's nice...you must be new?" He was so nonchalant I said "Yes, I'm Timmy" In a voice thik with excitement. "Good to meet you. I'm Sid" He said. He drew his cock out of the arsehole and I saw it was glistening with lube and bare. "is it still raining outside?" He said. I couldn't believe he was so casual, carrying on a conversation about the weather as he barebacked the fat arse in front of him. I found myself standing next to him, watching, as the third man opened a brown bottle. Suddenly, the room was filled with an aroma which made my heart pound and my cock even stiffer in my shorts. "Not gong to University, then?" He said, his hand feeling down the back of my shorts and caressing my arse. "N..no." I said. What is this? I thought. But his voice was so calm, so seductive I began to relax and diddn't resist as he took my hand, lent back and got me to feel his cock where it entered the kneeling man. The third man sat up and swung round onto the edge of the bed. "Good to meet you." He said. "Has Bill put the kettle on yet?" As he spoke, he casually grasped my shorts and pulled them forward and down, releasing my cock which sprang up like a poker. "Oh very nice" He said matter of factly. And then he took it into his mouth and I felt myself being sucked for the first time. I gasped, even as Sid leant down, picked up a crumpled tube of lube and squeezed some on his finger. "Yeah,

Here we go, boys. More . ====================== Part 7 Dean sped up pounding Daddy’s ass, while talking a stream of filth. “You fucking whore faggot, you think you’re a top. You can’t wait for my cock to rape your hairy fucking cumdump. Begging for loads like a nasty little $2 whore. Like your son. Never seen such a nasty little faggot begging for loads. Now I know who taught him to be such a pig.” And on and on. All the while, pounding Daddy’s ass full of his long, fat, cut cock. Daddy was reduced to moaning gibberish, and trying to keep his cock inside Chris’ sloppy hole. Chris was desperate to keep Daddy’s cock inside him, so his greedy cunt would stay filled. So they held onto each other while Dean raped my Daddy. I was so turned on watching it happen, while my own cunt was filled with an enormous fat dick. Dean kept up the filth coming out of his mouth, calling Daddy a faggot whore and a dirty cumdump, while he pounded Daddy’s hole incredibly hard. Finally, with a shudder and a loud moan, I could see his nuts contracting and could tell that Dean was pumping Daddy full of a huge load of sticky sperm. Just like the one he had dumped into me. Daddy moaned, begging Dean to breed him. “Fuck Dean, I can’t ever say no to your load. Breed my fucking whore dump. Rape me full of your sperm. Turn me into your fucking bitch.” Dean just laughed and said “I already did, Mike. Boy turns into Daddy and rapes Daddy into submission.” Daddy laughed, turned and pulled Dean in to kiss him hard. Chris just moaned and said “Daddy Mike, will you breed me now, please?” I looked over and he was doing his best begging puppy dog imitation. Daddy laughed and started to pound Chris again, while a dribble of Dean’s jizz rolled out of Daddy’s cunt. Dean licked it up and fed it back to Daddy. Jack, the black dude who was raping me started to speed up and said “Fuck that was hot. Nasty fucking cumdump family. Fucking little faggot, you ready for another load of sperm? Tell me what you want!” “Fuck yeah, rape me full of that cum. Give me that fucking sperm load. I can’t get enough jizz inside me. I’m just a fucking whore for cum. Breed me motherfucker!” He pounded his cock a final time all the way inside my cumdump and I could feel his dick throbbing inside me. Using me to get off like I was a Fleshlight. Using me as a fuck hole. Using me to dump his load into. Knocking me up. Not a person, just a hole for cock and cum.. Just like Daddy raised me to be. Jack pulled his cock out of my gaping dumpster and immediately shoved a fat plug in so I wouldn’t lose any of the cum. I moaned like a whore and he rolled off me. Daddy sped up and I could see he was finally giving Chris the load of jizz that he’d been begging for. Daddy turned to me and said “you all plugged up, son? Good. Don’t wanna lose any of that jizz. Let’s get dressed and go. I still have a surprise for you.” We said our goodbyes to the other guys, got dressed and headed out. I couldn’t wait to find out what Daddy had in store for me. I was high as fuck and my cunt was still incredibly hungry for cock and cum.

1. Prince 2. 33 3. Conversion Party at Folsom Street Festival. I am stripped naked and put in a sling (with my Bareback Pride tattoo showing). 4. Spin the Wheel.

The family that sucks together surely fucks together. Never could get my prig of an older brother to play. Seduced my younger brother into the fold when he was the age i first was fucked. He took to it like a fish to water, but is all top. Still, that has come in useful to me on many occasions. He is happily married to a great guy. I have hinted at a threesome...but nothing happened. Same age cousin and I spent some weeks every summer with our grandparents. We held on the farm....and got to be ourselves. I had already found out about queer sex but never brought anything up. He asked to see me jack off.....and soon we were sucking each other. We spent a few weeks every summer for a number of years, working hard, but fucking a lot too. Had an uncle (by marriage) try to seduce me when in high school. I was full on queer then, but was not about to have sex with him. But a few years later I ran into him at a sauna. It was a bit strained for a moment, but then the , "what the fuck" moment came and he did a decent job of breeding me. We met up a few more times, but it was never a regular thing. Anyhow, none were being forced on anyone by anyone. It was all about exploration and sharing (and enjoying some decent fucking). Would be interesting to know if there are any ideas on how common "incest" is? I wonder if it is more come straight or queer oriented? I feel confident to say it felt very right and very nice and natural when it happened. I am not ashamed to say I enjoyed it.