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I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

Late night conversation with my partner after he loaded me for the last time for the day (and taking almost 20+ loads total during the day by a group of friends that he organized) Partner: you now have so many contacts that you can practically have a line of men that will breed you anytime, day or night, so why do you need hookup sites with random men? Me (thinking about it): I guess it's the thrill of it, I love the feeling of meeting new men, not knowing how the chemistry will be, how they are going to to use me, what I can do to pleasure them, the excitement of having a new cock penetrating my hole for (his) first time, feeling and tasting a new load and what other kinks they might reveal. While I was giving him my answer I felt his huge cock getting hard again in my hole and he fucked me again, while I was on sniffies looking for more loads lol Ended up having 3 more men coming over, using me as my partner watched and dumping 6 loads in my cum filled cumdump hole. oink!

Part 4 I slept most of the day Saturday, waking up to piss sometime in the afternoon. It came out quite dark and with a different smell than usual. I figured I was dehydrated and downed another glass of water before crashing back in bed. I woke up to eat dinner as my stomach was hurting from only eating a banana for breakfast. I threw a frozen dinner in the microwave and sat down at the table to wait. Curious, I started googling tina wanting to know more about what I smoked last night. I slobbered up real quick once I realized it was short for crystal meth. I panicked, it was a dangerous drug that could affect my health. I scrolled through articles before I hit a blog by some dude talking about the affects of meth and sex. He claimed that although it was a dangerous drug, it actually enhanced experience and feelings that men received during sex. I thought to myself, if done in moderation with lots of preparation it's actually not a bad thing. I was trying to convince myself that what I had done the night before wasn't horrific and I was not an addict. I shook it off and reheated my dinner as it got cold after sitting there for a while. As I laid in bed later, I thought about last night. I had tried a few things that I no longer had to do again if I didn't want to. I didn't have to smoke meth again, I tried it and now I am done with it. Sunday passed by uneventful, did some cleaning around the apartment, got groceries and played some video games. Work was a great distraction on Monday, a good start to getting back to normal. It was Thursday night before I thought about the apps again. I probably had so many messages waiting to be read. As luck would have it, as soon as I picked up my phone a text message came through from Joe (Papi). I had forgotten he had put his number in my phone last weekend. Papi: Hey sexy, what are you up to this weekend? Me: I don't know, I haven't made any plans yet. I was debating going to a movie or something. Papi: You should come over again, someone misses you. What followed was a couple pictures of his rock hard cock from different angles. My mouth started watering a bit as I stared at each one before I finally responded back. Me: I'm not sure I should, last weekend was fun and I'm grateful for the experience. However, the smoking was to much for me so I can't come over. Papi: We don't have to smoke at all boy. You can just suck my cock and if you feel like fucking we can. We can go at whatever pace you want. Me: (completely naive) Promise? Papi: You enjoyed it last weekend, just saying. Come over and we will have some fun, no pressure to do anything. Me: ...... Me: Okay I guess. What time should I come over? Papi: 8 is fine. Park around back, there is a lot you can use so your car's not out on the street. Me: okay. I went to bed that night excited and nervous for Friday night having completely forgotten to check what other messages I may have gotten. I rushed through work on Friday and ended up getting ready to early. I cleaned out extra good just in case I decided to let him fuck me. Once it got closer to 8, I hopped in my car and started driving to his apartment. Parking was easy and I was knocking at his door before I knew it. The door cracked open for a second before opening fully to reveal Papi standing in just a jock. "Come on in, I have been so horny thinking about you." I laughed nervously "thank you." "Head on back, you remember where my bed is," he said with a slap on my ass. I noticed as soon as I got next to his bed, he already had his supplies lined up on the stand ready to go. I decided in that moment I wasn't going to smoke again, he could if he wanted to but I wasn't. "Here have a drink before we get started" he said handing me a water bottle. It was the same nasty drink as last time but stronger. I gaged after talking a large gulp. "What is that!" I exclaimed. "That's just some ghb mixed in, it helps loosen you up." Oh great, another drug that I don't know what it does. I should have known better from last time but just no smoking. The fuzzy feeling was coming back, stronger than last time. "Why don't you get undressed, I feel lonely being the only naked one here." I hadn't noticed that he had slid down his jock and was sporting a hard cock. Getting undressed was difficult as I became clumsy from the ghb I drank. While I was struggling, I heard the torch click and the sound of him taking a hit. I could feel the warm cloud being blown my way as the torch clicked again. Finally after getting my jockstrap off I turned to find him standing right behind me. He leaned in to kiss me, slipping his tongue in after a few seconds. His hand holding the torch gripped the back on my head as he blew a massive cloud into my lungs. "Mhmm good boy, let's get you into the clouds." I coughed a couple times exhaling his hit. "I don't want to smoke Papi," I sputtered out but that feeling of energy and horniness started coming back to me. He had already lit the pipe again, drawing in another hit and shotgunned me before I could protest furrher. After the fourth shotgun, I realized I had caved but was quickly sucked back into the the horniness that only meth could provide. He gave me the pipe and torch to start taking my own hit while he readied the bong. I only got to take two hits before he took the pipe away from me. "I knew you wanted it boy. Don't look so sad, I'm going to teach you how to take big hits off the bong. Hop up on the bed," he said. As I crawled up on the bed, he grabbed my ankles and flipped me over. He got up on top of me and ground his cock into my dicklet as he started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, trying to pull him closer so I could have all of him. He worked his way down my neck, leaving me a new hickey on each side. My nipples were next as he sucked, bit and chewed on them till I was almost screaming in pain and pleasure. He slammed his mouth back against mine to shut me up while my nipples throbbed against his chest. "Come sit up here with me, I want you to blow some more clouds." As I leaned up against his headboard with all the pillows, he grabbed the bong he already had loaded with Tina from earlier. As he spoke to me, I nodded along eager to smoke more. "I'm going to show you how to breath in with this first hit and then it's all on you. Same as the pipe, start breathing once you see the smoke. The water filters some of the smoke so it's less harsh and you can take a larger hit." I don't know how much larger of a hit I can take as I already felt maxed out when I hit off the pipe. I watched as he took his hit and blew out this massive cloud at me. He then brought the bong to my mouth and coached me through. I sucked and sucked, feeling my lungs stretch to new heights. He finally took the torch away but told me to hold it. After an agonizing minute, he told me to breath and I let out a cloud where I couldn't even see him. I heard him laugh before the click of the torch and the bong was brought back to my lips. As I took this hit, he said now your going to hold this one and shotgun it to me. I was ready to burst before he pull my head to his and started a makeout that lasted a few minutes. How did I get here, I thought. This feels fucking amazing and the last fleeting thought before I gave in to the smoke was I didn't want to smoke again. He pulled me out of my thoughts when he broke the kiss and brought the bong back to my lips. I was sucking in my third massive hit when he told me this time your going to blow it out on my cock. He held the bong there for a bit longer until he saw a little smoke coming out of my nose. "Hold that smoke in boy, don't you fucking let it out." My lungs were hurting from holding in so much smoke. I quickly got on his cock and started sucking my way down. Halfway my lungs gave out and smoke started coming out my nose. His hand pushed on my head, forcing me to deepthroat his cock in one swoop. I moaned around his cock as I floated in a cloud. The pressure holding me down let up and I began to bob my head on his cock while taking in my first breathe of fresh air. While I was blowing him, Papi reached down to pull my ass closer to him so I was kneeling next to his side. I was so focused on his cock that I almost missed his finger sliding in my hole. He quickly moved to two and then three fingers, really trying to stretch my hole. I started pulling off his cock when I felt a fourth finger trying to enter my ass. His hand pressed down on my head "just relax boy, if you keep tensing up I won't be able to fuck you." It didn't make sense but the fear of not getting fucked made me try harder. I started sucking him harder while also really pushing out my ass. All four fingers slid right into my hole and Papi went to work. Twisting his hand around, wiggling his fingers, and finally shoving in until his thumb stopped him. I was shaking at this point, the unbelievable pressure I was feeling in my ass mixed with the ecstasy of sucking his cock. I would have sworn I had cum during all that action but he never acknowledged if I did. He just kept working my holes until he was ready. I first felt his cock get stiffer, then his balls tightened up before I swallowed his first shot. He was moaning telling me to take it and swallow his load. I worked hard to swallow it all and not choke on the volume of cum he was shooting. He let up on my head so I was able to pull off to nurse his head and taste his cum. It was so much better right from his cock versus fingering my ass to taste. I rested my head on his stomach, taking a few deep breaths now that I could breathe not just through my nose. I had to have been sucking his cock for an hour or so I thought. His hand stayed in my ass while his thumb was rubbing on the outside of my hole. A few minutes went by and he asked me "what kinks do you like?" "Well since this is only my second time doing anything sex wise, I guess I'm not sure. I love feeling your fingers in my ass and I guess I would like to be fisted. Not right now though! Maybe next time. I'm willing to try anything, first time for everything and how will I know unless I try it" I stammered out. "Let's try something, I've always wanted a little piggy and I have to piss real bad. Put my cock in your mouth and don't spill a fucking drop." I was nervous about what he meant but why the hell not, got to try it. I locked my lips around his cock and waited. He started slow, the piss dribbling out into my mouth before he let loose. It was strong and slightly acidic but I didn't think it was that bad. Probably all the meth I had smoked fucked up my taste buds but I started swallowing as quickly as I could. What I didn't know was that he had been smoking for a hour before I got there so I was swallowing a very potent load of chempiss. I worked to get the last few drops out of his cock before taking his cock to the root and blowing him again. I was so high that the only thing that existed to me was his cock. I did not pay attention to see him on his phone messaging someone. Afterwards, he pulled his fingers and told me to lay down. He climbed ontop of my ass and slid his semi hard cock easily into my hole. I could feel him rocking his cock in and out of my ass, being stretched out he easily gaped my hole. The torch clicked as I heard him taking a hit before feeling it being blown down towards my ass. The next hit he held onto for a second before popping his cock out and blowing it into my gaped hole. He did this a couple more times, thrusting his cock in me to open my hole up before blowing a huge cloud of tina inside. He laid down on my back thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I heard the torch again as his hips ground into me and I felt a big cloud around my head. He reached his arms around my head as he placed the pipe in my mouth and lit it. Over the next several minutes, I took 5 more hits off the pipe. I was moaning and trying to buck my hips up to get more of his cock into my hole. He whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you boy." I was confused because what could he be talking about. I laid there getting pounded for a few more minutes. The chempiss I swallowed and those hits made my high shoot right through the roof. I was a moaning, blubbering mess. The bed suddenly sank down in front of me and startled me. I clenched down on Papi's dick before I looked up to see a cock in my face.

I respectfully disagree. A lot of us have an allergic reaction to latex. Often tops can't get hard with a condom. Its hard to feel any connection or sensation. Condoms smell weird. They remove the cum aspect. And tend to make the bottom sore, which limits extra play.

It’s my favorite. I almost exclusively get fucked by men 60+. I slept with one guy who was in his 80s and couldn’t get hard anymore but he turned my hole into mush with a dildo while I sucked his soft cock and huge sack for 2 hours.

Just do it. It'll never be 100% perfect. And the only way you can can experience it is ... To Experience It !!! 😁 And then you'll know what you could do differently next time for an even better experience. IMHO, anyway.

******8******* I returned to the cellar apprehensive about what the Master had planned for me but, also resigned to whatever he planned I would happily submit to. One of my duties that day was to clean the toilets and shower area. 3 had already cleaned the toilets for me as he was unsure how long I would be with the Master. He done a great job and it was really kind of him. I thanked him and told him I'd do the shower area myself. I'd almost finished when 5 stuck his head round the door and asked if I'd finished and if he could he use the showers. I told him he didn't need to ask and said I'd finished anyway. All I had to do was wipe around the half dozen sinks that were on the opposite wall to the showers. As J cleaned the wash basins and the mirrors above them I couldn't help but watch 5 washing himself. He really was beautiful. His body was firm and slim with a well defined chest and firm butt cheeks. I finished cleaning the last basin and was observing him in the last mirror when he caught me looking at him. He smiled and told me he had been summoned to the Masters room later that evening. "I'm afraid I'll have to shave myself again before I go to please the Master. My hair grows so quickly. The more I shave the thicker and quicker it seems to grow. I thought I'd be okay but washing myself just now I could feel a faint stubble on my cheeks and my crutch" As he said this he rubbed his fingers over his belly just above his cock. All guys here were attractive but 5 was stunning. I could feel myself starting to get aroused. 5 noticed the tent beginning to form in the front of my thin cotton gown. "Would you help me shave my arse, I find it difficult to do myself" Of course I said I would. I'd helped 3 shave himself already but, I didn't feel aroused when I did it. I told myself I would just help 5 shave and that would be it. 5 bent forward so I could put some gel around his hole and his buttocks. His hole gapped just a little, obviously enlarged by being used by the Master. I could just see the pink interior of his sphincter. He pulled his cheeks apart so it was easier for me to shave between them and his hole opened a little more. As I shaved him I became fully erect. I knew I shouldn't. I had committed myself to our Master, but my cock had a mind of its own. Tonight the Master would to alleviate the problem, but now I just couldn't help my raging hard on. I finished shaving 5's arse and he turned round so I could help him shave his cock and balls. I was surprised to see his cock fully erect. There was a tiny dribble of precum at his piss slit. I had been bending forward while shaving him, but now I stood and looked into his face. I could see the look in his eyes and the slight smile on his lips. I couldn't help myself as I leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. I felt hot, horny, overwhelmed and afraid that if caught we would be in serious trouble! **To be continued **

Met a top on grindr and he invited me over. He wanted to play safe so he wrapped up before sliding into me. Ugh, fine i thought. But as he's pounding me he starts asking where I want the load. My options: in the condom, in my mouth, or on my ass. I went with the third choice. So he pulls out and rips the condom off, but then I guess went too soon and so he had to get some momentum back. He starts rubbing his now bare cock on my ass. Instinct overtook me and I pushed back on it. He slipped right in and shot his load inside me after all. Oops 😇

Hooked up with a random I chatted with on Grindr , cute daddy type , very nice looking cock . First I should say from the beginning I have been into bigger and bigger toys and chastity .. I am currently able to take a thick 9inch toy that gets to be uncomfortable about 20min of sitting on it . I was very very horny by the time I got there , he told me that he won’t touch my cock and only wants to use my holes ! ( fine by me !) after a good throat fucking . He has me on the bed and eats my hole and fingers me and it’s driving me wild , face down ass up ! Soon he moves to 3 fingers and I see where this is going , he adds lube and hands me poppers say have a big whiff and now he has 4 in .. I am slick and dripping pre cum out of my cage soon he climbs on top and slides in with ease , a real cock master and he expertly fucks me .. deep and slow .. edging me he does for a long time ( 20min or so ) then says he wants a break .. and tells me to clean his cock . He keeps my on all fours and works my hole pressing my prostate and driving me wild .. asking if I have ever been fisted . The mental place I am in would have said yes to anything so I say I have not but it’s a thing I want to try .. he gets a evil grin and says good and adds his thumb to the mix and I can’t tell if I am pissing or cumming but it’s just so amazing and intense .. he worked me over for a good while and I just could not relax enough. He soon went and power fucked me .. my slutty hole more open than ever , not giving any resistance to the cock that was pummeling it .. it felt AMAZING .. I was in sissy heaven .. before long he tells me he is gonna cum in my gaping hole and unloads .. I try to hold it in but am not able to ( HOTT!!) his huge load spills over my locked nuts and right on the floor prior to this I would have never considered wanting a lose and sloppy hole .. and now it’s all I can cum to .. we are meeting later this week . I got an inflatable plug and have been stretching so when it happens he can fist me ! I had no idea it would be that good !( he asked if I would like more than one top to play with

Repeat fucks with the same guys are nice but a bit predictable so I really enjoy a new meet

Was it the right choice? No. But Biden felt guilty because Hunter was used as a political pawn and probably wouldn't have been investigated nor arrested if his father wasn't President. I would feel like that if I were Biden. But he did the crime and should of served his sentence Biden is leaving public life. He knew he wasn't a popular President with no legacy to preserve, so he decided fuck it and pardoned his son. He took off the President's hat and put on his Dad hat. Dad wanted to spend the very little time he has left with his son. Biden has had a lot of loss in his life. He lost a wife and daughter to a car wreck,, and his other son to cancer. He didn't want to lose Hunter. Family is family. I would kill to protect mine. And in a post election, post truth, post respect of our laws who really gives a shit. All bets are off. A lot of don't care any more, because its a done deal. None of our institutions will be left, health care will be cut and a lot of chronically ill people will die; including HIV+ people and U=U will not happen as much, so be prepared to use condoms again. Who cares about marriage? I will be happy not to end up in a Christian Nationalist Concentratiin Camp. Trump won't leave office till he dies. He's said that much. The GOP cherry picks what rules they will follow. Dems let them. Laws don't matter anymore. At least for the elite. Everyone can get pegged. The world is flat. Windmills kill birds Democrats control the weather.

Also into grandpa porn - nothing better than being fucked by a 60, 70 or 80 year old!!!! And they are great fucks, because they enjoy fucking you RAW and Natural and filling my pig ass with their sperm!!!!

100% agree with this. Power bottom here who's been 100% raw for over eight years now and I can completely feel a difference. For me it's not just the "connection" or thrill of being bred, tops just don't get and stay as hard with a rubber, and no amount of lube keeps a piece of rubber from eventually dragging my hole raw.

Read up about dosing requirements for on-demand PrEP or ask your doctor. You need to follow the instructions. I take daily pills and have done consistently for several years. For me the initial side effects were quite bad (especially some intense headaches, strangely stinky poo and weird dreams). Once they settled down I was reluctant to go off the pills, as I was told I'd likely suffer the side effects again each time I restarted taking the medication.

I’m vers and love flip breeding. It’s the ultimate form of male bonding.

by Andrew "Aethan" French afrench@gct.com Given the events you're about to read, you might guess that Micky and I met at a Horror or Sci-Fi convention, or in some weird voodoo cult in New Orleans, or some farfetched locale. The truth is, Micky and I met in a little gay bar in downtown Boston. I had broken up with a real asshole (no comment; I have nothing to say about him, and he has nothing to do with this story) and was looking to drown my sorrows in a lot of bad alcohol and a few nights of utterly dangerous casual sex. I was crazy from having broken up, and I really didn't give a shit about AIDS or anything else. Luckily for me, the first night I went cruising, Micky wandered into my life. When he entered, I was awed by the seemingly total focus with which he carried himself. Every step seemed to have been planned out ahead of time, and his walk was graceful and predatory. Everything about him bespoke a man who was looking for good sex in large amounts. I couldn't help but be attracted to those smoldering black eyes, set under brows whose fiery red matched the wild mane that framed his beautiful face. His body was muscular and lean, and his clothes snugged up against the fine structure beneath, hiding and revealing things in an alternating way that immediately sent a charge to my crotch. Judging by the reaction of the others in the room, everybody was experiencing the same sensation. I felt, rather than saw, his eyes upon me, and I was disappointed when they flickered away to explore the rest of the crowd. I spent the night watching him. Everywhere he passed, heads turned, and he slipped through the busy bar, hither and yon, looking, apparently, for just the right somebody. I watched in mounting terror as the bar's patrons began approaching him. I wanted him, badly. I wanted him to dominate me utterly and use me as he chose. I wanted to belong to him, not in the sense of the short encounter I had come looking for, but in a long term relationship. This, I sensed, was the real Mr. Right of my life, and I wanted to be with him, more than I had ever wanted anything before. When I saw a new wave of barhoppers enter and fixate on him, I knew I had to make my move or I was going to lose him. I was scared that he would ignore me or reject me, but I was going to have to take my chances. I waved at him, beckoning to him and smiling my best smile. He looked at me curiously, shrugged, disengaged one guy who had draped an arm around his waist, and glided in my direction. He sized me up when he arrived, and he didn't seem to have lost interest. So I steeled up my courage. "I'm Jack. Can I buy you a drink?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I cursed inwardly for using such an obvious pick-up line. To my surprise and eternal gratification he smiled, a long lingering toothy grin which spread from his mouth and eyes across his whole face. He spoke, in a deep sonorous baritone. "Hi Jack. I'm Micky. No, you can't." I felt my heart sink. "But I'd like to buy you one." I felt it leap back up. "Not here though....too crowded...too many assholes." He took my hand and drew me off of my seat. I couldn't speak. We stopped by the coats, where he pulled down mine and handed it to me. "How the hell did you know that was my coat?" I asked, when we had slipped out of the bar into the cool spring night. He shrugged. "It just seemed like the coat you would wear. I'm a pretty decent judge of character. Besides, it smells like you." We walked under the light of the bright moon. It had just turned past full, so it illuminated the street like another lamp, casting our shadows ahead of us as Micky guided us down the sidewalks in the direction of what he referred to as "the best damned bar in Boston." It was indeed a cozy little place. Not a gay bar, but a fine place to talk quietly amongst a staff that genuinely seemed to like you. It turned out that Micky was an amazing judge of character. He guessed instinctively what I drank and that I was a painter. "You seem the artistic type," he said with a shrug. I became more and more fascinated with Micky, and by the time the bar sent us home, I knew that I wanted to know everything about him and to be a part of what he was. So when he looked at me and asked "Would you like to come home with me?" I accepted without a second's hesitation. His apartment was quite close. He lived in a one-room studio which had been, he explained, the attic of the brownstone building. A friend of his owned it, and his rent was remarkably low. It was spartanly finished, but plants grew everywhere. Their smell was heady and lush, and it was as if he had shown me a hidden rainforest in the center of Back Bay. A state of the art sound system surrounded the room with soft music. His CD collection showed extremely eclectic tastes. A complete run of the Beatles sat side by side with Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach. A They Might Be Giants CD sat atop a sound effect disk of thunderstorms. He put in the thunderstorms tape, took me by the hand, and led me into a space between the plants. His bed was a nest of pillows and blankets, and I let him lower me onto it, loving him even before we ever made love. Sex with Micky was an almost religious experience. His gentle ways of coaxing me into various positions and activities only served to heighten my arousal with him. He seemed to know my body and its desires better than I knew myself, and he cheerfully exploited every one of them. And when it seemed that things were getting too innocent, he would suddenly reveal a rough side. His straightforward, uncomplicated, animalistic charm truly won me over, and I felt completely vulnerable and yet totally safe in his arms. We finally fell into sleep in each others embrace, and when I awoke, he was lying there studying me, smiling. From then on, we were lovers. I had never had a complaint with Micky as far as his being my lover went. He and I had been lived together for two years or so, after my parents disowned me for being gay. We shared his great studio apartment in the Back Bay. It turned out that Micky was very well off, owning his own shipping company, and this gave me the freedom to paint for a living. Micky became my favorite model, and his easy-going attitude towards nudity made him fun to work with. He developed a following among my audience, and while it became increasingly easy to sell my work, it became increasingly difficult to part with my pieces. I loved looking at my nudes of Micky, and I was jealous of anyone who bought one. He was supportive of my work, and whenever I would express disappointment in myself or comment about my shortcomings, he would hold me and rock me like a child until I felt myself again. Everything seemed ideal, except for one detail. Every month, Micky would get very moody and restless without any provocation. The next day, he would disappear without explanation, not returning for three nights. When he returned, he was always in better spirits, and we would have wild, reckless sex for hours non-stop. That part was okay, but his disappearances began to bother me. He would always try to say that he had been away on business for his company, but I began to recognize a pattern. I became suspicious, even morbidly so. Was he in the Mafia, doing hits for money? Was he seeing another lover? What was he hiding from me...or trying to protect me from? As much as I loved him, I began to be afraid of him. Doubt became my worst enemy, forcing me to worry that we were about to spiral into a breakup. I questioned him at length, but he would always worm his way out of the conversation. At last, I couldn't stand it any longer. He was sprawled on the couch, and he was moody. I sensed the time was about to occur; he would disappear tomorrow, unless I was able to determine what was happening. "Micky," I said, quietly but firmly, "I know you're going to leave tomorrow. Please tell me where you're going." "Business," he muttered darkly. "Commodities deal in Acron. Be back..." "Three days from now." I glowered at him. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I haven't noticed the pattern? Don't insult my intelligence." "Jack," he said, as his temper rose, "don't be ridiculous. I have business. I'll come back on Tuesday. You'll have a nice quiet long-weekend, and everything will be fine again." "Bullshit, Micky! I've called your company. They never know what I'm talking about when I mention these business trips. They say you take the time as vacation days. Now will you tell me the fucking truth." He sat there, his hands clenching and opening as if he might suddenly attack me. I felt an anger boiling just below his facade of calm. "Jack, you wouldn't understand." "Try me, for Christ's sake. I don't understand now, but I'm willing to listen. Otherwise this whole relationship is for shit! If you go away without explaining yourself, I won't be here when you get back." Saying it nearly destroyed me, but I was insane with the need to know. That was the threat that got him. He deflated visibly and stared up at me miserably. "You might leave if I tell you the truth." "Better that than to keep living with these stupid lies." He struggled with himself for awhile, emotions playing across his face. Finally, he sighed heavily. "Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything." His expression darkened. "I'll show you everything. You deserve to know." We didn't make love that night. I sat awake in bed, feeling his warmth near me under the sheets and listening to his slow deep breaths. I was afraid. Now that I was going to know everything, I began to wonder if I really wanted to know it. But I felt that it was too late. I had started everything sliding, and I was just going to have to find out what was at the bottom when I hit it. I just hoped we'd survive the fall. I sank at last into a fitful sleep. When I woke up, Micky was gone. At first I was afraid that he had left for the weekend, having chickened out of telling me his secret, but I found a note that indicated he would be back later that afternoon. The day crawled by, and I worried about Micky. I was worried I had driven him away, that he could not tell me his story, and that he had left me alone again. I tried to do some painting, but I couldn't concentrate. I started at every movement in the hall outside our door. Every time the phone rang, I jumped. At last, around sunset, he appeared, and I almost cried with relief. He was carrying two bags of groceries, both of which proved to be full of meat. He stuffed them into the fridge and came over to me. "Its almost time for you to know." I felt a shiver of anticipation, or was it fear? I could not say. Then, inexplicably, Micky started removing his clothes. "Oh, no," I laughed nervously, "I'm not going to be so easily distracted." Micky smiled without humor. "This is integral to your understanding of the truth." "I've seen you naked before, Micky. Its impressive, but nothing new." "You've never seen me completely undressed," he muttered mysteriously. I started to protest, but then something prevented me from continuing. Micky's skin began to ripple and bunch, as if he were changing subtly, underneath. A slight tear showed in his skin, revealing... what? Fur? So it seemed. The surface below was covered with a fine glistening fur the same color as Micky's hair. I realized that all of Micky's skin was peeling away in chunks. It fell to the floor, dry and brittle, like the outer skin of an onion. The thing underneath the skin was seven foot tall if it was an inch, and its body rippled with muscles. A canine snout unfolded beneath Micky's face, tearing through. Gleaming fangs shone in the light, and I wanted nothing so desperately as to be able to run, but, somehow, my brain seemed to have shut down, refusing to send signals to the rest of my body. One message only was getting through. Micky's a fucking werewolf. It began to make some twisted sort of sense. Three day disappearances. Must be the full moon. I couldn't move; shock held me rooted to the spot. I was going to die, and Micky, my lover was going to kill me. He would leap on me, his powerful jaws crushing the life from me. With a jolt of terror, my body began functioning again, but far too slowly. I turned to run, when a voice stopped me in my tracks. "Jack, its me." I turned back to look at the creature which stood before me. It had Micky's voice. It was deeper and harsher, but it was his voice nonetheless. "Micky?" I gasped out from lungs frozen with shivery fear. "Are you in there?" "Its me, Jack. This is what I am." I stared at him. This was no Lon Chaney junior with yak hair on his chin. Micky looked like someone had put a huge wolf's head on top of a weight-lifter's body and covered the whole thing with fur. He was gigantic. His whole body seemed to have swelled, getting physically massive. I glanced down; his cock had become huge. It was nearly a foot long, and it stood erect, giving it the illusion of even greater size. Despite myself, I was a little aroused. I had always been satisfied with Micky before, but this was a fuzzy Adonis! I laughed, a hysterical little giggle, at the incongruity of my thoughts. "Shit, Micky. How the fuck did this happen?" A low guttural laugh escaped the fanged maw of my lover. "Puberty. Some kids got acne; I got fur. My dad said that it skipped a few generations, that my great grandfather had had the gift, and that now I had it. He taught me not to be afraid of it. Its a good thing, I believe, but its hard to explain that to people. Telling people you're a werewolf makes them think you're really crazy or really kinky. But as you see, its the truth. On the three nights of the full moon, this is what I become. It doesn't make any sense. For one thing, I put on about two-hundred pounds of mass...pure muscle." "Yeah, you certainly got..." I looked at his cock involuntarily, "big!" He chuckled. "My senses go from being remarkable to being downright scary, even to me. I can smell things...and hear things....God, Jack. You can't imagine what its like." "Help me to imagine. How does it feel?" He shrugged his gargantuan shoulders. "Natural now. It was weird at first, but now its very natural. It doesn't hurt or anything, like they show in the movies, and I don't eat people. I just get a little wilder, a lot hungrier, and my instincts start kicking in." He blushed then, under his fur, and I caught his train of thought. "In other words, you get really really horny." He grinned hugely as I said this, exposing sharp rows of teeth. "That's why we always fucked so crazily when I came back. I couldn't get laid all that time, and I'd be aching for sex." I looked at him closely. He was so different that he almost couldn't be Micky in my mind. The fur was definitely Micky's hair though, his wild red mane. And the eyes were just the same as Micky's, big, black, soulful, and full of love. "Wow, Micky. I really wasn't ready for...this." He nodded sadly. "I understand. I'll leave. The rent's paid through the end of the summer, and you'll have plenty of time to find a new..." "No Micky! That's not what I mean. I don't want you to leave. I still love you. This is...really weird, but I think I can handle it." He looked at me, hope radiant in his face. "You mean it, Jack?" "I mean it, lover. Look, I'll cook some steak for dinner, and you can explain it to me over dessert." He looked at me thoughtfully. "You are a hell of a guy, Jack. I was so scared...so afraid that I would lose you. When we met, I knew you were the right one, but lately I...I...." He smiled; it was Micky's same gentle smile. "Thanks, Jack." He reached over and took me into his warm furry embrace. Dinner was messy and a bit awkward. Micky insisted that I not cook the steaks he ate, and as I was talking forkfuls of my own well done T-bone, he was ravenously ripping chunks of raw beef into his mouth and swallowing them whole. I drank several glasses of red wine, while he drank nothing but water. "Trust me Jack. You don't want to get me drunk when I look like this. Tipsy werewolves singing Irish drinking songs under a full moon is not the sort of thing we want the neighbors to see." We laughed then, and I was pleased with myself. I was really adapting to this well. It must've been my abiding passion for Micky. Or maybe it was the wine. We talked until three, pondering the existence of other werewolves and whether any of the others were gay. As the clock struck, he looked out the window and sighed. "Thank goodness," he said. "It'll only be a short time until dawn, and then we can be together again." "But we are together, Micky." He shook his head. "I mean sexually. It'll be good to relieve the urges on a daily basis rather than all at once. I was always afraid I was gonna hurt you." It was then that my wine-befuddled head finally acknowledged what my sober self refused to. I wanted to have sex with Micky while he was like this. I couldn't help it. It was the one thing I could do to really prove to him that I was fully accepting of him. I stood, and crossed the room. As he turned, I wrapped my arms around him, laying my head against his chest. He seemed surprised, but he returned the hug. His body seemed to radiate heat, and as we stood there, I felt his dick pressed up against me. I felt a throb of sympathy from my own crotch, and I couldn't help letting my hands explore down his back to his ass, which I began kneading roughly. He pulled back a little, surprised. "Jack, you ought to be careful. I have claws you know. And I'm afraid I'd be really rough if we..." his voice trailed off. In reply, I began undoing the buttons on my shirt. "You won't be rough with me, Micky. I know you. You're still in control in there, and you'll be very gentle." I stripped off my shoes and socks, then beckoned to him. "Help me, Micky." He approached, trembling. His huge hairy paws reached out and came to rest, feather light, upon my shoulders. He pulled off my shirt with the care of a mother undressing her child. I could feel his enormous claws, sharp as razors, but his touch was so light that they never drew blood, only traced lines along my skin. His hands drifted lightly down my sides until they came to rest on the front of my blue-jeans. With exaggerated caution, he worked a finger inside the waistline. I flinched involuntarily. He froze, panic on his face. I smiled at him. "Don't worry big guy; you didn't Bobbittize me. He relaxed and unfastened my pants, then slowly pulled them down until I stood, as naked as he. I took his hand and led him through the plants to the nest of pillows and blankets. We embraced again, and feeling his furry muscular frame pressed close to mine, his warm fuzz on my cock, made me squirm with pleasure. Our hands explored each other's bodies, eliciting occasional murmurs of pleasure from one or the other. I ran my hands over his body, delighting in the magnificent muscle structure. I swirled my fingers through his fur, causing him to shudder and shake like a dog whose belly is being scratched. Then I took his enormous cock in my hand, feeling the new weight and heft of it. This was so strange and wonderful; it was Micky's soul in a new body that was mine to explore. We were intimates and strangers at the same time. Knowing Micky's favorite sexual zones gave me a certain advantage. I tugged at the hairy balls with one hand while feathering a finger up and down his thickened shaft with the other. Micky's beautiful eyes closed and his head lolled back on his shoulders as he succumbed to the stroking I began to give him. I knelt before him, sniffing the musky odor of his crotch. My tongue darted out, flicking into the hole at the end of his massive wolfmeat. He moaned, and his hands fell heavily onto my head, pulling me towards him. I obligingly opened as wide as I could to take him in. Inch after heavenly inch shoved its way into my mouth, and my eyes watered as I nearly gagged from the sheer size. I gave him a good session of sucking, his hands running through my hair and insistently continuing the rhythm we had fallen into. He tensed, his body going rigid and a low ululating moan escaping his lips as the first wave of his cum splashed the back of my throat. I renewed my sucking, intent at getting every last drop. Finally, when nothing more seemed forthcoming, and his body relaxed, I came off of his shaft and grinned. "Your turn, Fido. Lie down." Micky did as I asked, his massive frame sinking deeply into the cushions. I knelt with my cock poised over his face and my balls dangling down to brush the tip of his long wolfen snout. He carefully covered his sharp teeth with his lips before reaching up to engulf me with his mouth. I felt his hot breath against the length of my shaft and shuddered with the anticipation. He reached up and encircled the globes of my ass with his hands, pulling me down into his waiting jaws. The length of his mouth made it the deepest throating I have ever had, and I humped my hips, fucking his face so hard his head bumped against the floor with every thrust. Meanwhile, I reached out to continue my research into his larger member and wonderfully full scrotum. His dick responded immediately, beginning to swell up again. I remembered that Micky's power to get it up again and again after he had been absent had been startling. If he was any more capable of multiple loads in an evening in his wolfen form, we might be at this for a long time! Within his mouth, he began rubbing his long slippery tongue against my cockmeat. I felt myself slipping towards orgasm, and I halted my screwing, unwilling to give up my load so soon. "Uh, uh, Wolfboy. You're not getting off so easy. I want to be reamed. Royally screwed, and you're the best werewolf for the job. You're the best one I know; hell, you're the only one I know!" Micky seemed to be in a fog. His meat was swollen again, and he looked about ready to stick it someplace moist and tight. I knelt down on my hands and knees beside him. "Okay, Micky. We'll do it doggie-style. In your honor of course." With no hesitation, Micky grabbed my ass and heaved himself forward. He buried his long nose in my butt, licking and slurping. I felt the elongated tongue snake forward and push against my tight hole, shoving with such authority that it finally wiggled its way in. Micky ate out my ass with relish, making it nice and slippery for what was to come. By the time he pulled away, I was aching for more. He obliged me by sliding forward until I felt his shaft at the very opening to my hole. I shivered with anticipation, and it was with slow and cautious movements that Micky began moving into me. Now I'm hardly a beginner at anal sex, but the sheer size of Micky's meat made me tremble with fear. I could feel it inching inwards, and my poor ass did its best to relax and open as wide as possible, but it still hurt like hell. Micky, to his credit, waited every time to let me get used to what was happening. I felt like a virgin again, but when he had slid in as far as possible, so deeply that I was sure that if I looked in the mirror I'd see his cock in my throat, the feeling that I was getting melted me to my heart. He reached around to stroke my straining meat, and I moaned in painful pleasure. "Oh, God, Micky. I can't believe you've got the whole thing in there." He didn't respond, except to whimper slightly in sympathy. We started rocking, and I did what I had always done sexually with Micky. I put myself completely under his control, trusting to his gentility and judgment. I was glad I did. Micky's senses allowed him to know exactly when to move and exactly when to be still. And if Micky ever ignored my comfort, I never noticed. We fucked in a slow deliberate rhythm until we realized that dawn was about to break, at which point Micky began pounding into my ass. I felt nothing but waves of pleasure now, and a few minutes later, I felt him tense and buck. A howl burst from his throat as waves of cum came rocketing into my ass. His hands clenched on my cock, and the combination of feelings was enough to send me over the edge, just as the sun rose into the sky. We collapsed onto the bedding, Micky's body slipping rapidly back into human form. Exhausted, we both fell into a dreamless slumber. Micky's arm encircled my waist, and I felt loved and protected as I never had before. The following two nights were a repeat performance, and I began to realize that Micky as a werewolf was just as wonderfully sexy as Micky as a human. Once he got over his initial fear of hurting me, we got back into our usual routine of alternating roughness and gentility. The nights passed too quickly for my tastes, and I found myself beginning to long for the next full moon. Life with a werewolf has now become my norm, and Micky is just as glad not to have to spend his full moon nights hiding in dark alleys and getting chronic blue balls. Micky still models for my paintings, and if some people wonder why I've stopped working on nudes and started painting sexually explicit werewolf scenes, I just explain it as a creative phase. Micky is just as wonderful a lover as ever, and I count myself lucky to have found him. And if he's a fucking werewolf, so what? He's MY fucking werewolf. Nobody's perfect.

As an older guy, I love the fact that young guys today seem so willing to play with old men. Fuck, get fucked. Spank get spanked and so much more.

I don't understand the motivation to keep secrets from someone we supposedly love, respect and care for. Yeah lots of people do; but that doesn't make it a good thing.

Hot. I agree that fresh meat (and cum) is always hotter.

Was sexting with one of my regular buddies who likes to slow edge in my hole in this position, sent him this as a little tease. Last time we got together, he and his husband spent about an hour and a half taking turns using my furry dadbutt before both finished, my hole didn't get a single minute break the whole time. Figured I'd drop it here, too 😉

Bob was going to spend a week at his big brother Shaun's apartment in New York City. Bob's 21st birthday was that week and his older brother told him they could go bar hopping too. Shaun was 28 years old and had already made so much money but he still had a roommate. Well Eric wasn't really a roommate but was his lover however neither Bob nor their parents knew. Shaun and Bob grew up in a very conservative religious sect and Shaun had moved to New York so he could come out yet remain in the closet to his family. Eric didn't like having to hide being gay but he loved Shaun and understood the situation so before Bob arrived he moved his clothes into one of the guest rooms. Shaun picked his brother up at the airport and saw his little brother still looked like a young boy. Bob is 5'7" and 125 pounds and had a tight body from years on the school swim team. His dirty blond hair was mid length and messy as it always was except when they went to church. His blue eyes were so blue they lookrd like dolls eye and everyone commented how cute they were and when he smiled as he often did he had the most adorable dimples. No one would think they were brothers as Shaun was 5'11" and 185 pounds and his body was clearly a gym body with nice muscles but not too much. He had brown eyes and short neat brown hair in the same style he wore his whole life and was the only conservative thing about him. While Bob was dressed in his usual skater attire Shaun wore Levi's jeans and a simple black T-shirt that accented his chest. "Bobby welcome to the City of Sin" Shaun exclaimed as he hugged his brother. Only his family still called him Bobby as he switched to calling himself Bob when he was 16 and was tired of being a little boy. "Wow! Shaun you got your ear pierced! Guess you don't ever plan on going home again". "That was two years ago, and I remove it when I visit home" "That's so cool you get to live here and not worry about what Dad and Mom will think. Dad yelled at me just last month when he saw me checking out a friends tattoo" Shaun grabbed one of Bob's bags and they took a cab into the City. During the ride Shaun pointed out various landmarks and they talked about what they might do together during Bob's visit. When Shaun pointed out a health club and told his brother that is where he and Eric workout, his brother asked why he has a roommate since he was rich. Shaun told him that he was small town rich but since NYC was so expensive having a roommate made sense and just then the cab stopped at the building. Bob was impressed with the doorman and fancy lobby and when they got in the elevator he was amazed that someone worked there too. The elevator was being staffed by Cory, a cute red haired twink. Shaun saw Bob looking at Cory a few times and for the first time wondered if maybe his little brother was gay too. Being seven years older he had already been out of the house before Bob became a teen and had always thought of him as a little boy and he hoped to get to know him more this week. If Bob liked the lobby he loved the apartment. Eight huge rooms over looking Central Park. Shaun told him that if he lived alone he probably would have a small place looking over a dumpster and he laughed when Bob told him he better keep Eric forever. After showing Bob his room for the week they relaxed and had a couple of drinks and talked about home, the family and friends. As the evening arrived so did Eric. Bob was speechless at first and stared at the six foot tall, muscular, bald, older black man. Eric had seen boys freeze like that before and knew the boy wasn't in shock but instead was in awe of the stud. Eric reached his hand out to shake and could feel the boy's hand tremble a bit and considering how cute Bob was got him wanting to pop his likely cherry boypussy. Shaun said he was thinking of taking Bob out to dinner but after Eric got everyone another drink they all agreed to stay in and relax. Bob couldn't stop staring at Eric and hoped his brother didn't catch him looking at Eric's bulge. When Bob went to the bathroom Eric told Shaun there was no way his brother was straight and said I bet he's jerking off right now. Shaun told Eric he thought Bob was checking out Cory earlier in the elevator. Shaun asked Eric if he wanted to chem Bob up and break his boypussy in and Eric pulled out of pocket and showed Shaun the package of Tina he picked up and said they'd make the cherry popping a night to remember. Shaun refilled his brother's cola and added some G to help speed things up.

Last night when to a Pump and Dump scene in a hotel through Sniffies. I was the first one there so I fucked the bottom for a bit and another guy walked in he had a big uncut cock. He and I spit roasted the bottom a bit before I let him breed the bottom first he came a lot because it was dripping out of the bottom's hole. It didn't take me long to add my own big load to that sweet hole he could feel my cock in his second ring. But that isn't all I was still getting notifications from the group chat saying he was 5 loads in. I started getting hard again, so I went back I waited for two other guys to breed him while I jacked my cock to get close and then gave him another load. All and all a great night for my birthday lol. I love a sloppy hair hole to breed.

Part 12; Club ''Poz-Demon'' Club ''Poz-Demon'' in pictures ---> [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11538-club-poz-demon/ The 6 months worth of Fisting training and Fisting homework from Frank along with all the extra homework my boy set for himself had passed, and Bill's annual Club ''Poz-Demon'' event had arrived at his Sex Club. The venue had received all of its 100s of party guests and my boy was on the stage strapped into steel examination chair facing dancefloor with his legs spread wide open. A Doctor in a Plague Doctor Mask inserted two cannulas into my boy, one into a hand and one into an arm. A first dose of the psychedelic Rocket Fuel went in soon after the 4 hour or so transfusion of Bill's blood commenced. The Doctor would of course monitor my boy's vitals; checking pulse, BP, and temperature. As the transfusion began Bill took to the stage, had the Techno music turned down from super loud to faint by the DJ, and spoke to the party goers from his microphone.... ''Good evening my fellow poz brothers. Tonight's star attraction is this pig here, Josh, brought to us by our late friend Ron. He has now just started to receive a transfusion of my CRF19 strain where he will naturally be closely monitored. My current viral load stands at Fifty Five Million, Six Hundred and Sixteen thousand copies. No one must touch him until the transfusion is complete. Once it is complete he will be transferred to the sling inside the cage in the middle of the dancefloor by our friend Belial where you are then free to USE him how you so wish.'' During the next 4 hours or so my boy received the transfusion whilst receiving multiple doses of Rocket Fuel, a psychedelic that sent my boy soaring through the universe. In this time which felt like a few years for my boy the party goers danced to the techno music, got high, and played between themselves. Many were saving their initial loads for the star attraction. Once the transfusion was complete Belial removed my boy from the examination chair, but he had something else in mind before taking him to the sling. He had him on his knees and commanded that my boy put his thick large penis into his mouth. He held onto Belial's legs even though as a result of the psychedelic sedative he could not feel anything including himself, and felt like he was floating on the ceiling. Belial's penis just lay there on my boy's tongue as he heavily hallucinated. The Demon penis albeit just laying there throbbed as it oozed out big globules of super toxic pre cum. ''When this night is through here you will be coming back with me to a Soul Surrender Fuck Ritual. Right. We better had not keep the party guests waiting now, should we.'' Belial carried my boy who now could not walk to the sling in the middle of the dance floor. The cage quickly filled up but it was Belial who got first dibs and slid his highly charged and toxic pre cum dripping penis deep into my boy's rectum. It was now that the Techno music suddenly stopped only to be ironically replaced with an all consuming haunting Belial Chant. The strobe lighting that had been bouncing around the club came to a halt which was replaced with a deep fuzzy red low lighting, only high enough for party goers to be just about able to see. The atmosphere suddenly changed with the entire dancefloor and club turning into one massive fuck frenzy. Some Men until this point were fucking, getting fucked, sucking, getting sucked, Fisting, getting Fisted, pissing on and in, getting pissed on and in, but it was now that the many that were had been dancing now joined in with the hedonistic play. ''Oh FUCK YES, what a beautiful loose sloppy cunt. I cannot wait to dump my demon seed deep into you, but you will have to wait a while longer for that eventual pleasure.'' Belial fucked him for a while longer, then left the cage as to allow my boy to be mauled and gang-fucked over the next several hours during which time he would suck and get fucked HARD, taking 84 loads. 83 were in the sling, but the 84th cam from Belial. It was about half way through the several hour gang bang when Belial took my boy out of the sling AND outside of the cage where he threw him against the cage pressing his domineering body against the young flesh whilst thrusting his very thick demon penis deep inside the heavily anaesthetised rectum. My boy could not feel a thing at this point. Belial fucked with a brute force.... ''I hope you have not forgotten, you are coming back with me to a Soul Surrender Fuck Ritual. You have got what my Master wants. Now take my demon seed faggot. And once I have cum you will push out with all your might that loose cunt of yours. Show us what you got.'' Belial with short and sharp brute force fucked my boy until he shot his demon seed deep inside of his rectum, and as he dumped his demon seed his let out a demonic cry that even drowned out the Belial Chant. He withdrew his demon shaft and in the blink of an eye vanished into the night. Even though he could not feel anything somehow Josh held onto the outside of the cage with his inner consciousness pushing out his rectum. He pushed until he treated everyone to a sweet sight of his rectum now completely inside out, a huge prolapse that was dripping with huge amounts of cum. Frank re-appeared and carried Josh back into the sling inside of the cage, knelt to where his prolapse was hanging out and slurped up a huge mouthful of cum into his mouth. Holding the cum right there he stood up, slid deep into my boy's dripping battered prolapse and fed him a mouthful of cum as he fucked him. Near the end of the night that was Club ''Poz-Demon'', as he lay in the sling still getting his rectum savagely gang banged, he during a moment where his mouth was being given a break from being face fucked he looked up and saw my energy-spirit. He smiled.... *high on a psychedelic sedative* and said.... ''Thank you, Sir Ron.'' 💞

It's a really nice way to start the day. The best time to have a cum fart is when you have buddy there to fuck it back in or use it to lube and fuck your buddy, or both.

I've been made fun of, been called disgusting and have also had tops stop mid fuck because my hole is considered to loose or slutty. Depends on how you take it. I'm happy to be a slutty cumdump bottom with a loose hole/cunt. I've had a mixed taste of guys that like it and use my loose cunt for what it is and other have been disgusted and say no. What's you're opinion?

Me too. I even stick my tongue in his piss slit to make sure I get every filament of his seed.

*****11***** I remained shacked to the cross for the rest of the evening and through that night. Initially my balls throbbed painfully but as the hours went on the feeling lost its intensity and eventually they were completely numb. My position on the cross became more uncomfortable as my balls became less painful as they were dying in my sack. My arms and legs ached. Every now and then I would weep at my predicament. The realisation that I was slowly being castrated I found conflicting. I had often thought that the ultimate submission would be to be pozzed or be castrated. I was now to be both. I could occasionally see the other slaves looking through their cages at me. Most were scared to acknowledge me but 3 would regularly look over and put his hands together as if in prayer with tears in his eyes. I now noticed that along with 5's cage being empty so was 8's. I felt very weak by morning. The others were getting up and starting their day and I was still shackled to the cross. I felt desperate. I had pissed on the floor and was so thirsty. I glanced down at my once large healthy balls which had turned black. Everyone had finished their jobs for the day when the Master, the weazle and 8 appeared. 8 was carrying the Masters chair. They descended the stairs and stood infront of me. 8 put the chair infront of me and the other slaves lined up outside the cages facing me, as they had been the night before. The Master said "Your balls are dead. You won't produce your inferior seed anymore. Pretty soon you won't be able to get hard. Your not a man anymore. Your a castrati, a eunuch. Your lack of testosterone will make you into a pathetic weak faggot" He looked at the weazle and said "Take them" Weazle produced a scalpel from a small bag he was carrying and walked over to me. The fear of the pain made me cry out but as the blade cut through my dead sack the pain was mild. I watched as the weazle holding my now severed balls held them up for the other slaves to see. The Master turned towards them. He said in a loud voice full of authority "All I demand is your loyalty and obedience. If you fail me you will suffer the same pain. You came here of your own free will. Just remember I fucking own you now" With that 8 picked up the chair and began to walk toward the stairs. The weasel came to me a unlocked the shackles on my ankles and knees then my wrists. I was so weak J collapsed on the floor in my pool of piss. It was a few days later when I was still recovering that 8 lead me upstairs to a room with a bench. The weasel was there. He told me he had come to remove what remained of my scrotum and tidy it up. He administered a local anaesthetic and performed the procedure. 8 looked on smirking. The weazle finished and cleaned up. He looked at me and said "You'll look nice and smooth once the swelling goes down" He really was horrible. Sleazy and seedy, a dirty old man. "Get up now and bend over the table" I thought he wanted inspect his handy work from behind, but as I learned across the bench 8 grabbed my wrists firmly and I heard the weazle undoing his flies and his trousers fall to the ground. I said "What the hells going on" As the weazle shoved his cock up my arse he said "I don't do this for free, this how I get paid" I looked up at at 8 who was smiling now. The weasels cock wasn't very big and he didn't last long before he shot his load in me. He slipped out of my hole and said "Clean it" I hesitated and 8 said "Get on with it, you really don't want to upset the Master again. You've only got one more thing he would cut off and your lucky to have that" With that I took the weazle in my mouth and sucked him until he was squeaky clean and hard again. As foul as he was I sucked his cock until he ejaculated his filthy load in my mouth and swallowed it down. Now I truly felt like a slave. I had just pleasured the man who had unmanned me. Made me a eunuch. ***To be continued ***

****10***The next thing I remember was waking up in a small, cold, damp room. I had no idea how long I had been unconsciousness and only a presumption that I was still somewhere in the house. My head was still sore, my throat dry and I felt groggy from the drug, whatever it was it had been very strong. The room was empty apart from a bare wooden bed and a bucket. The door was locked. The No mattress and no blanket. I felt so cold and curled up in the foetal position in order to try and retain some body heat but, I still shivered. I wondered what had happened to 5. I desperately hoped he was okay although probably in the same situation as myself. I don't know how long I remained in that room, that was basically a cell, but it seemed like hours. Eventually I heard a couple of sliding bolts being slipped on the outside of the door. The door opened and 8 stood there, un-smiling. He didn't say anything and walked over to bed. In his hand he held a pair of handcuffs. I felt so miserable and had no energy or fight in me. To be honest I just wanted to get out of this room. So, I just submitted and held out my hands for him. He placed the cuffs on my wrists and closed them tightly. I stood and he moved behind me pushing me with the palm of his hand roughly in the middle of my back. I was in a corridor with a cold stone floor and no footwear. I walked slowly and every now and then I felt the hand push me in the back. We went through a couple of doors before passing the room I been in when I first came to the house, then followed the same route down to the cellar. As we descended the stairs I saw all the other slaves standing outside their relevant cells, almost as if at attention, facing the wall fixed with shackles and chains. I also noticed a new addition, a wooden cross on a heavy wooden base. The cross looked like a multiplication sign rather than a crucifix. The Master sat in an ornate wooden chair also facing the wall and next to him an elderly small weazle of a man, wearing a suit and wire rimmed glasses. 8 lead me to the cross. I was more scared than I ever had been in my entire life. I was shaking and needed the encouragement of 8 behind me to keep moving. 8 turned me around and unlocked the handcuffs. If he hadn't then shacked me to the two high sections of the cross I would have collapsed, I was so petrified and my legs were shacking with no strength to take my weight. I really thought I was going to killed or tortured. The Master didn't look at me until 8 had shacked first my feet and then my knees to the lower sections of the cross. My legs were spread far apart painfully. All the other slaves looked on looking almost a scared as I felt. I noticed the absence of 5. His cage was empty and all his belongs had been removed. My heart sank and I wondered if he had been attached here before me. I noted that my own belongings remained where I had left them. I was crying now fearful of what was about to happen to me. The Master eventually looked at me. His black eyes looked at me with a desgusted look on his face. "You have betrayed my trust and dishonored me. You surrendered yourself to me and within two weeks you have broken your promise to me and worse of all you have defiled a piece of my property that has had to be disposed of" I couldn't believe what I was hearing 'Disposed of' I was openly crying now. "You will never damage anymore of my property. You have done this to yourself " He nodded to the weazle next to him who stepped forward holding a tool that looked like a large pair of scissors but, had stretched between the ends a piece of orange rubber, like an elastic band but thicker. I looked in horror as he grabbed my balls and stretched them hard downward. I cried out in pain. He let go and placed the tool and the rubber band over balls and pushed it high up just underneath my cock, then with his other hand pulled my balls down even harder. I heard a snap and the weazle withdrew the tool leaving the band tight around my scrotum. Unbelievably my cock had grown hard and was pointing upwards. He placed another orange band on the tool and placed it over my balls and snapped it shut just below the other band just as I shot the last load of sperm I would ever ejaculate. I was crying with pain now. The Master looked at me and said "I hope 5's new master treats him with the same regard" I felt some relief. At least 5 was still alive, although I would never see him again. **To be continued **

*****9**** As our bodies pressed together I felt conflicted but, the warmth of 5's body, the softness of his lips and hardness of his cock was all consuming. His arms enfolded me and pulled me towards him. My cock made physical contact with his own and then pressed against his smooth belly. I could feel precum leaking from me onto his stomach and my cock sliding around in the warm fluid as we embraced. I was lost in the feelings both physical and emotional. He turned in my arms and with his back to me my cock head, lubricated by my precum, slipped into the the crack of his arse. I'm not a top or even versatile but, at that moment in time, my desire to be inside 5 was as strong as anything I've ever felt. I pushed myself forward and my cock found his hole easily and I slipped inside him. He gasped as I moved inside his body. He felt wonderful on my cock as I began fucking him. The last time I penetrated a guy was at least a couple of years ago. It wasn't the natural position for me and whilst I had cum I hadn't really enjoyed the experience. I think I'd felt pressured on that occasion but, this was different, this felt natural and wonderful. I thought I heard a noise behind me and glanced back. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw a shadow emanating from around the entrance to the shower but, I was so involved in 5 I didn't give it anymore thought. I wasn't long before I felt the pressure in my loins begin to grow. I was kissing 5's neck and nibbling his right ear when I felt I couldn't hold off any longer and ejaculated a huge load into 5. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My cock kept pumping for a few minutes after the initial release and completely empty, my balls completely drained. I rested my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. He turned and we kissed. "God, that was wonderful" He said, as we kissed passionately. We were both so into each other we didn't hear him behind us. The first thing I became aware of was 5 looking over my shoulder and the look of fear that immediately registered on his face. I looked behind me and saw the Master and number 8 looking at us. The Master had a look of anger and rage on his face, he shouted something and moved forward at speed kicking me so hard in the balls I doubled over in pain immediately and, didn't see but, heard 5 shout in pain as he'd been kicked or punched somewhere on his beautiful body. I was still bent forward when I felt a kick to the back of my left knee causing me to fall onto the floor, followed by a kick to the head. His attention was then turned on 5. I could hear the blows and the screams but due to the pain I was couldn't raise my head. All this time the Master was ragging and swearing at us. I felt a needle stuck in my right buttock and began to fade into unconsciousness. As I drifted away the last thing remember was a voice in my telling me I hoped I'd enjoyed my last orgasm, but it wasn't the Masters voice but 8's. ***To be continued ***

*****6***** I had been there for four or five days, I was starting to lose track of time already, when one evening 3 told me The Master wanted us in his bed chamber. We were to make sure were shaved or smooth and clean. My hole felt significantly better today and was ready to be used again. I felt exited and hoped I would be able to please him. I was still very smooth from being waxed, but 3 said he would need to shave and need some help to prepare himself. He had a nice slime body and like most of us, was very fair. It seemed the master preferred our type. 3 was able to shave his head, arm pits, the little hair he had on his chest and his legs, but I helped him with his buttocks and his hole. As I applied the clear shave gel to the area around his anus and the flesh between it and his scrotum I noticed that his hole gapped slightly. I could see up inside him quite easily. I mentioned this and he said it was like that permanently. He said he thought The Master had destroyed his sphincter with his incessant fucking but, he didn't mind as long as The Master fucked him regularly and he has pleassd him. As I carefully shaved around his hole and between his legs 3 told me that for the first time in his life he had a purpose for living. To serve and make The Master happy was all he wanted and doing so as best he could made him happy. He asked if I would shave his scrotum as he always missed bits. I applied the shaving gel and shaved him as I shaved myself. First lifting his balls upwards and keeping the sack skin taught and shaving the underneath then pulling one side then the other to get the bulk of the job done. I was very careful not to cut his sack. He then finished himself off, shaving his cut cock. I always found it easier to shave my own cock when I was fully hard and the very act of shaving myself always had that effect. Once happy with his preparations we both took showers, dried ourselves properly and dressed in clean gowns and made our way up The Masters bed chamber. 3 knocked on the door and we heard the command "Come" 3 opened the door and we entered. I closed the door behind us. The Master was again at his desk, working on a laptop. He told us to strip and wait. We did as we were told. My cock had started to get hard at the anticipation of sex. 3 looked over in alarm and shook his head. I'd been told the any sign of arousal, pleasure or enjoyment was not approved of. I tried to calm myself but, the more I tried the harder I got until my six inch cock stood proud. Luckily The Master was still concentrating on the laptop and facing in the opposite direction. I looked at 3 and gave him look that said "what the fuck can I do? He just raised his eyebrows and shook his head. I actually had a dribble of precum forming and short hanging string now. The Master closed his laptop, stood and turned. He noticed my predicament and frowned but looked amused at the same time. He walked past and behind us. I could hear him picking something up then there was silence. Suddenly I heard a swooshing sound and felt a really painful sting on my arse. "Lose that boy, or you'll lose it permanently" unfortunately the whip on my arse had the reverse effect and I was now stiffer than ever. This time the whip made contact with the end of my hard on. The pain was unbearable and tears ran down my face and the sting spread up the length of my now diminishing erection. I looked down and a welt had begun to appear. The Master dropped his gown and stood in front of us. His cock was hard. He looked down at it then at mine, which was now flaccid, then directly into my eyes. "There's only one cock that's going to be satisfied tonight and it's not yours. I'm going to have to fix you before our next party" I shuddered as to what he might do me. He pushed 3 onto the bed on his back. Instinctively 3 opened his legs. The Master applied lube his hole and to his own cock before unceremoniously ramming it into 3's hole. I still stood watching. The Masters balls were banging against 3's hole. He fucked him for what must have been ten minutes before pulling out and turning him over onto his stomach. The Master turned and said "Clean it" I took his cock in my mouth and greedily sucked him. I could taste and smell his cock, precum and the scent of 3's arse. "Enough" He said and pulled out of my mouth and straight into 3's arse hole. 3 hadn't made a sound since he'd started to be fucked. The Master really fucked him hard. His enormous balls were smashing against 3's own and he must have been in pain but still made no sound. After what seemed like ages The Master made a loud grunting sound forcing himself hard into 3. I could actually see his cock muscles pumping his load into 3. He rested on him for a minute or so then extracted himself. As he did so, a huge wad of his cum was sucked out of 3's hole. It formed a jelly like pool on the bed between 3's legs. The Master looked at me and said "Clean my cock, then his arse and my bed" I hesitated for a second then, again, took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him thoroughly, even licking his sperm from his mass of pubic hair. When he was satisfied he said "Enough, now clean up that mess" He said pointing towards 3's arse. I started on 3's gapping arse hole, slotting my tongue as deeply as I could inside and sealing my mouth around the hole and sucking in The Masters cum. Then between his cheeks and then the bed. I know I wasn't supposed to be enjoying iit but it was wonderful. The taste and smells were heavenly. I even started to get semi hard but the pain from the whip was still present and thankfully it subsided. When I'd finished The Master told us to get dressed and go. I was disappointed that he hadn't wanted to fuck me. I actually felt upset. We closed the door to the bed chamber and made our way back to the cellar. 3 told me that I must have really annoyed The Master because that was a really hard painful fucking he'd been given. He told me he really enjoyed my soothing tongue fetching his arse and smiled at me. **To be continued **

Part 10 About 2 minutes later two burly leather men with executioner’s masks emerged from a side door and started leading a handcuffed and shackled stud toward the sling. They had to hold him up and half carry him as he shuffled toward the stage. It appeared he was very stoned on something. The stud was a sight to behold; he had a slim muscular body with absolutely stunningly developed legs and ass. He was obviously of Latin descent with black hair and olive skin. His chest, legs and ass had a nice covering of black fur. “Who is that and what is going on,” asked Rob. “I heard his name is Pablo, he’s a college student originally from Spain here in the US on a soccer scholarship and is here in town for a little fun; I heard he is basically straight but has a lot of bi fantasies and wanted to live some of them out,” replied Dolf. When they reached the sling, the two leather men removed the handcuffs and shackles and lifted Pablo into the sling and proceeded to tightly strap him in. Dolf then continued his commentary with, “I think we should help him out and convert him to the true bottom that he wants to become.” There was some truth to Dolf’s description of Pablo. He was a college soccer player from Spain who was on a full soccer scholarship at a big university in Texas. He had come to New Orleans with a couple of team mates for a few days of drinking and wild fun. That was the basic info that had been posted to the club’s website in order to promote the party this evening. However, the bi fantasy part stretched the truth a little. Pablo was one of those athletic guys who were constantly horny and he loved to have his cock sucked. It was actually one of his team mates that had introduced him to the idea that a mouth was a mouth and that gay guys would gladly suck his cock if he let them. He had found that gays seemed to be so much better at sucking cock and so he frequently sought them out. He was particularly prone to connect with a gay cock sucker when he had been drinking; it was so much easier to find a blow and go with gay men. As far as anything else though, he was strictly hetero. The last couple of days Pablo and six of his team mates had been partying in New Orleans. They had settled into a routine of sleeping all day, drinking all night and looking to get laid. Pablo found it quite easy to barhop with his buddies and then sneak off to one of the gay bars and quickly find a guy to suck his cock in a back alley or other secluded spot. He’d then zip up, rejoin his friends, have a few more drinks and then sneak off again to get his cock sucked by another willing mouth. Pablo’s plans backfired on him last night. It may have been the derogatory names he called the guys who serviced his cock or perhaps it was the jealous boyfriend who found out about Pablo’s use of his partner’s mouth. Whatever the reason, the last guy he intended to use was ready for him. So when they headed outside the bar to have some fun, the ”target” secretly drugged Pablo’s drink in his to go cup. The two walked a block or so down the street and ducked in between two houses; Pablo downed the drink while his intended cock sucker was on his knees and unzipping his fly. Pablo didn’t know what hit him and suddenly could barely stand. He was then helped into a car. He awoke the next day naked and bound to a bed. His friends had texted him in the afternoon when they had finally rolled out of bed wondering where he was. They did receive a text back from Pablo’s phone saying he was fine. The text also said that he had just hooked up and would catch up with them later, so they thought nothing of his mysterious absence. After all, that was goal they all had when they planned this trip. The pic sent from Pablo’s phone showing a pair of lips wrapped around his cock just reassured them that their friend was having a good time. So they left him alone and hit the streets to resume their partying and try to get lucky themselves. Pablo had spent most of the day hopped up on X and learning to suck cock. Other than an occasional finger pushing in some Tina crystals, his ass was still intact. He was edged and primed for hours until it came time for the main event at the party, at which time he was administered a heavy slam and led into the party to the sling. Dolf leaned into Rob and starting telling him how hot it was going to be to fuck the tight soccer jock. “Tell you what, why don’t you go first and get him opened up for me; sharing this bottom and putting on a show will be just like we talked about!” Dolf patted Rob’s ass and they ascended the stairs to put on a show. Pablo’s was softly moaning “I’m so horny, please somebody help me, please…. please… please.” “You hear that Rob, he’s begging for our cocks; look at that tight hairy hole it’s just quivering to be filled.” Dolf stuck his index finger up the jock’s hole and rubbed Pablo’s prostrate. Pablo squirmed at the intrusion, but in his drugged state all he could do was moan in pleasure. “This hole is nice and tight, feels like it could be cherry; you ready to bust the cherry?” “Hell yeah,” Rob chanted. “Let me in there!” Rob then stuck his finger in Pablo’s ass alongside Dolf’s finger. “You’re right; this hole does feel like we have a virgin here.” Dolf winked then leaned in and started deep kissing Rob while grabbing his ass with his other hand. After a couple of minutes of making out, he broke away from the kiss and said “Let me go to the front and feed him while you pluck that cherry.” As he was leaving, someone handed them a small baggie with some Tina shards and a couple of bottles of poppers. “Take a nice big shard and put it on the end of your cock when you get ready to enter that ass.” “Make sure to drive that shard deep!” When Dolf got to the front of the sling he took a big hit of the poppers then forced Pablo to do the same. With that he stuck the head of his monster cock into Pablo’s awaiting mouth, gave thumbs up to Rob and announced to the gathered crowd, “Time to convert this bi-boy to the true bottom he is really meant to be.” The crowd started chanting “Fuck him!” “Fuck him!” “Bust that cherry jock ass!” “Convert him to a bottom!” “Fuck him!” ”Fuck him!” With that encouragement from the crowd, Rob lined up and drove his fat 8” and the Tina shard deep up Pablo’s ass in a single thrust. Pablo started to yelp when Rob’s cock suddenly impaled him, but not much sound escaped his mouth since it was filled with Dolf’s cock. What the sudden cock thrust did succeed in doing was to cause Pablo to open is mouth wider because of the shock of the sudden intrusion. That gave Dolf the opportunity to push a few more inches of his cock down Pablo’s throat. Rob decided to let the sling do the work for him. He grabbed Pablo’s muscular calves and pulled him onto his hard cock like a Flesh Jack, then pushed him away forcing Rolf’s cock deeper into his mouth as his cock exited the ass. It was a beautiful example of spit roasting a bottom – back and forth, back and forth. Eventually Pablo just let the feeling of being fucked and fed take over and just moaned in pure pleasure. The crowd was going wild and chanting for them to pick up the pace, so Rob started moving the sling back a forth harder and faster. Rob yelled over to Dolf, “I think I am getting close I can’t keep this up much longer.” In response, Dolf pulled his cock out of Pablo’s mouth and stepped up behind Rob. He fed Rob some poppers and started making out with him. He pinched and tweaked Rob’s nipples with one hand and groped his ass and pushed him forward into the fuck with the other. Rob was on such sensory overload he didn’t even mind his ass being groped; he just interpreted it as a way to encourage him to fuck harder. Dolf started licking his ear and was whispering for Rob to fuck that hole harder and really open up the jock pussy for him. Fifteen minutes later Rob could not hold it back any longer and he shot a massive load up Pablo’s ass. The feeling of the orgasm made his knees buckle. Dolf held him up by the ass while he looked back over Rob’s shoulder toward one of the cameras and winked.

I recently discovered a local cruising spot in West London. It’s not very busy like Hampstead Heath, but a nice mix of local horny guys that want to fuck. I visited a few weeks ago when the weather was mild, it was still light, but dusk started to fall and was mild. I walked in, straight to the cruising spot, well hidden and secluded. A few guys were there already, one guy getting fucked by two other guys, they were taking turns on his wet and very hungry hole. I stepped up, dropped my trousers and the bttm turned around and just took my hard cock bare, he was already wet and wanted cum. We three took turns fucking his perfectly round muscle ass when a tall mixed race guy joined us. He was tall and muscular and smoking. I was still fucking this guy when the new guy whispered in my ear that if I follow him, he’ll give me what I need….. So out of curiosity I pulled out and followed him, deeper into the wooded area to a spot very well hidden from street view, but you can watch out over the park. To my surprise, this guy unzips his jacket and pulls down his tracksuit pants to reveal a set of legs and delicious round ass with a massive pair of balls hanging between his cheeks! He bent over a bench and offered me his ass, which I ate for ages.It took me by surprise because I thought he would be top and thought there would only be oral, but he then pulled me up and said I need to slide my cock into his hungry cunt and fill him up with my cum because he needs to unload. My cock was rock hard, pulsing, then he took it and just slid it into his wet hole. It was the best ass I’ve ever fucked, he knew what to do and what he wanted and what I wanted - deep passionate fucking, outdoors in nature. He was bent over, legs spread wide and he was using his hole to milk my cock and somehow “suck” me in deeper into his ass. We fucked all over that bench and at one point was completely naked, him straddling me and riding me until I couldn’t hold back any longer and came hard and deep inside him, I came a lot! He then shot his load over my chest. We met up again tonight, down a quiet road behind some trees. He was horny from spending the day with his wife and family and needed cock inside his ass. We fucked for 15 minutes, quietly and passionately till he asked me to fill his cunt. I feel like I’m in a porn film with him, lol!

wow... I've fucked in every country I've visited, and I've been travelling for 20 years, so here goes: Americas: Canada, US, Mexico, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominican Republic (so 6) Europe: Portugal, Spain, France, Uk, Ireland, Italy, Switzerland, Belgium, Luxemburg, Netherlands, Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Austria, Germany, Czechia, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Greece (so 21) Other: Israel, Turkey, Morocco. (so 3) TOTAL: 30. And I plan on adding a few more in 2025. 😉

Been sucking a new bud on the reg...22yr old with an 8-inch dick and thick pubes. Love getting my nose down to the base of his pubes and sniffing. He refuses to trim, which I love...curious what others think about natural pubes out there...

Closing Credits in pictures --- > [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/11539-the-potent-frailty-~-closing-credits/ The END, and Goodnight.

Part 3 – I’d left my boyfriend’s house and was sat on the bus going home texting Julio to let him know what had happened and that Adam was up for taking raw loads with me. I said he should be the dom tonight and treat us both how he wanted. Julio agreed with my plan, so I texted Adam to tell him to douche well and come stay at mine tonight, we were going to have a threesome. He was quick to reply saying he was horny and excited. I let him know Julio was quite dominate and that we’d both be his bitches. He texted me asking if he had toxic cum? I simply replied, “Hope so”. After quite a pause, he texted me back saying simply “Me too X”. Later that evening Adam arrived at my place and immediately launched himself into my arms for a long passionate kiss. We moved into the lounge and started ripping our clothes off. The thought of getting fucked by a toxic dom top was clearly turning him on as much as me. I worked his pussy for ages, deep tonguing and forcing my fingers roughly inside him, making sure I scraped his anal lining and pretty soon I could taste blood. He squealed and moaned but never once stopped me. We switched places and I instructed him to rim me and to be rough while he fingered me. He just grinned and went down on me and now I winced and moaned as he went to town on my cunt. I eventually pulled him up and we kissed, his spit tasted of my blood. “He’s toxic isn’t he” Adam whispered between kisses. I stopped and looked at him, our faces so close. “Yeah, very” I said staring into his eyes. A dirty look formed on his face, “Good, hope he pozzes us both”. I grinned and we carried on with our foreplay until the door bell went. We got up totally naked and answered the door. Adam held my hand looking a little apprehensive but like me, sporting a hardon. Julio came in and looked at the two naked subs before him. “On your knees”, he commanded. We obeyed and watched as he removed his t-shirt, jeans and dropped his briefs. His lovely fat dick sprang free, even placid he looked good, pulling my head towards it, “I need to piss slut” and almost immediately, a spurt of warm piss hit my lips. I opened my mouth and began to drink. Adam didn’t need much persuasion and his face was suddenly next to mine. I moved over and Julio aimed his cock at Adam’s open mouth, he was drinking this strangers piss just as well as I had. Soon we were holding each other, with slobbering mouths, Julio fed his cock to us both as we sucked and drank. Eventually his erection grew and we were both servicing it. He’d lean down and spit in our mouths and Adam felt the lash of a dom man for the first time, receiving slaps across his cheeks. All the time Julio was giving us verbal abuse, “Fucking bitches, you’re mine. Your cunts are mine. I breed you both. You take my poz cum”. We moved to my room and he instructed us to get on the bed, asses up. Obeying Julio and with Adam to my side, I felt Julio invade my cunt with his mouth and tongue while he fingered Adam who immediately began to squeal. He was very rough and Adam gripped my hands clearly in pain. “I taste blood” Julio growled from behind me. “I’m going to poz you sluts. Do you want that bitch?” “Yes sir, breed me” I moaned back as he slapped me hard. Adam began to kiss me and Julio switched from rimming my cunt to Adams, mouth deep in his crack and forcing sharp finger nails into me, realising why Adam had squealed so much. I took in sharp intakes of breath through the pain he was causing me. After a few minutes of this he stood up behind Adam and using spit for lube, aimed his cock at Adam’s pussy and slowly invaded his boy hole with his fat and dripping 8 inch cock. Adam bucked, gripping me and the bed, breathing deeply as Julio entered him. I watched Adam’s boyish face which was mixed with pain and pleasure. Julio wasn’t holding back and began to fuck my boyfriend with force. He slapped his ass and gripped him hard as he found his rhythm. “You want my toxic load boy?” He asked Adam. “Yes sir” he meekly replied. I watched his face as he bit down on the sheets, he was enjoying every thrust. Suddenly Julio withdrew his cock from Adam’s cunt and moved behind me and without much warning, thrusted it in to me. I too bucked as his cock stretched me, exhaling as his balls slapped against me. Pulling out, he thrust back in, gripping my waist. I’ve been forcefully fucked plenty of times but Julio was up there on the pain/pleasure index for sure. Adam watched me now, he’d never seen me being fucked and he clearly liked watching his boyfriend being used by another man. Julio fucked us like this for quite a while, switching between the two us with the painful onslaught becoming more pleasurable. All the time he was tearing our insides, he reminded us he was toxic and going to load us with his virus. He pulled Adam onto his back and kneeling on the bed now, thrust into him, gripping his legs and holding them wide. I lay beside them tweaking Adam’s nipples and kissing him, spitting in his mouth and hearing him whimper as he was being fucked. Wanking his cock as Julio’s sweaty body plowed my boys cunt, it was obvious he was getting close. “I breed your cunt boy, poz you. You want that?” he groaned through thrusts. “Yes sir, poz me, breed me” Adam moaned back. Fuck I was horny hearing my boyfriend talk like this, wanking myself as I watched my boy receive his toxic gift. Adam came first, spurting boy cum up to his chest. I licked up as much as I could and then Julio groaned, grunted and slowed as he came inside Adam. I looked into Adam’s eyes, “Your first poz load” I whispered. Julio pulled out and I went to see the damage, his cock was covered in cum and blood. “Clean it” He grunted at me. I didn’t need asking twice, I took his cock in my mouth and savoured the juices swallowing all of them. He then grabbed my hair, pulling my face up for a kiss, eventually falling back beside Adam. I lifted Adam’s ass and felched the dripping juices from his hole. He moaned again and pushed a little of Julio's cum out, I ate some of it and the rest I spat in his mouth as I lay on him. My cock was rock hard and I easily entered him. I began to fuck him slowly at first, tenderly kissing and sharing spit. Julio was watching us, but I also noticed he was hard again. This was one of his many talents, he’d fuck me two or three times in succession needing little time to recover between ejaculations. He could also piss fuck me, something I’d never been able to do. Slowly, he knelt up and got behind my exposed hole. I slowed, knowing what he’d do and sure enough, his cock slid back into me so I was sandwiched between Adam and Julio. It takes concentration to be the piggy in the middle, but I’d had plenty of practice. Julio remained still while I fucked Adam and as I pulled out, I’d impale myself deeper onto Julio’s cock, then pulling off Julio as I plowed back into Adam. I kept this up for a good 15 minutes and Julio would grab my hair, yank my head back and kiss me, telling me to breed ‘the bitch’ and that he’d ‘poz my cunt’ again. I was getting close now and Adam had been jacking his cock again, Julio too was grunting louder and I knew that meant he was close with a second toxic load. Finally, my orgasm began to break, laying on Adam and beginning to pump my load into him, groaning as I came. Julio slowed and when I’d finished he went into a rapid overdrive and moments later he too came deep inside me, collapsing on both of us. We lay there in a sweaty mass for ages, the feeling of hot bodies and fast beating hearts was so intoxicating. Knowing both Adam and I had willingly taken full blown, high viral loads from an HIV+ man, kept me hard even when I’d cum. It’s like a drug.

So funny and hot. I reckon most bottoms have cum farted in public. I have many times

It's an honor to receive a man's sperm and assist with his release.

I do not find either humiliating. Why would taking sperm be humiliating to you?

Black men with huge cocks are just the height of dreams!!! I hope that sooner or later, my partner or partners will use my white ass for its intended purpose!

The fuller and hairier the bush, the better. Unwashed turns me in too, the smell off a guy…hairy ass too.

I had the day off yesterday so I had the house to myself while my boyfriend and our roommate were at work. I've been seeing a cute 20 year old off and on for the last couple months behind my bf's back and decided to have him over. My boyfriend comes home for lunch everyday at 12:15 so we had to be quick. He came through a little after 11 and I took him to the room, took my sweats off and held onto the dresser while he fucked me. His dick is really nice and I loved feeling him inside me until he nutted. When he pulled out I hiked my sweats, sucked him clean and saw him to the door so I could make my bf a hamburger and tater tots for lunch.

I've been to the bookstore twice this week and licked up a total of 10 loads from the floor of the booths. 🤤

Among the sea of faces, I sought those willing to venture beyond societal norms into a world where pleasure and pain danced in exquisite harmony. It was in shanghai that I would encounter my next canvas for submission: a Scottish slave, his spirit both intrigued and intimidated by the depths of the journey I was about to guide him through. We agreed to meet at a discreetly elegant restaurant, the kind that served exquisite delicacies concocted by master chefs, while offering an intimate atmosphere that possibly shielded us from prying eyes. As I entered, I immediately spotted him—a tall man with rugged features softened by nervous anticipation. He fidgeted in his seat, eyes darting as he caught sight of my arrival. The thrill of what was to come electrified the air between us. I approached him with an air of confidence, every step deliberate, teasingly slow. I ordered him to rise and embrace the reality of his desires, pulling him into an intricate dance of power. “Get comfortable！” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “Today, we shall explore pleasures you’ve only dared to dream of.” The waiter delivered our meals, steam rising from plates like whispers of secrets waiting to be unveiled. I savored each bite, but my attention was solely on him. The delicious tension filled the air as I leaned closer, every movement deliberate, intoxicating him with my presence. “Now,” I commanded softly yet firmly, “it’s time to prove your dedication. Unzip your pants and show me underwear” The color drained from his face as he registered my words. With a flicker of hesitation, he unzipped his pants under the table—a moment that blurred the lines between embarrassment and exhilaration. The thrill of public exposure heightened the deliciously forbidden nature of our encounter. Moments later, we arrived at his hotel. With a firm hand, I guided him to the shower room. Positioning him just so, I inserted the funnel gently but firmly in his ass. The warmth of my body mirrored against the chilly air—a contrast that made every second feel amplified. “Are you ready?” I asked, locking eyes with him. He nodded, both eager yet anxious. I filled the funnel with my warm golden nectar; that sacred part of me now shared with him in this intimate act of surrender and dominance. As I released it into him, a rush of sensations surged through us—the warmth flooding his senses ignited something primal within. This was more than mere humiliation; it was an act steeped in vulnerability and trust—a surrendering to ecstasy. “Feel my every drop,” I ordered firmly, watching as he succumbed to the sensation—each warm cascade ushering him deeper into submission. In that moment, time ceased; around us was but a thrum of existence that faded into soundless echoes, isolating us within our private universe. Shanghai Water Sport Dominatrix Alessandra Website

Athletic Trainer 5 The three of them all chug down their Gatorade. “What took you so long?” Brad asked “I decided to take my guest home. He was barely awake enough to tell me where he lives. I'm here now” Luke put down his bottle and looked at Noah's cummy dick then looked back at him and asked “May I?” “Anything you two wanna do. I'm all yours” Noah said Luke grin and said “that's what I like to hear” He swallowed Noah's still hard dick whole at once. His tongue rubbing all over Noah's dick, licking up every drop of his man juice and sucking it hard. When Brad was about to put his legs down, Luke push them back up and slid three of his fingers in Brad's freshly fucked hole. Seeing that Noah also reaches down and slid three more of his fingers in Brad's hole. “I really opened up Daddy's cunt, didn't I” Noah said with a proud smile Noah quickly found Brad's prostate. He gently making a circular motion rubbing around it. Luke turned his finger around as he stood up and started making out with Noah. Luke tongue aggressive enter Noah's mouth and wrap around his. Almost as if Luke's tongue is stroking Noah's a few times before letting his tongue go. Noah's fingers were massaging around Brad's prostate so, Luke rested his fingers right on Brad’s prostate at first sliding back and forth then he began to apply different levels of pressure. The first strong one made Brad let out an uncontrollable high pitch moan and instinctly he spread his legs even wider apart. The constant stimulation made Brad keeping his mouth open the hole time. Luke straddle over Brad's face and gently lower his cock in Brad's mouth. The first time Luke fingered Brad. Perhaps because Luke's a trainer or whatever the reasons may be. He sure knows his way around a man's body inside and out. He remembers the first time Luke played with his ass. He accidentally shot his load just from Like fingering him, but that didn't stop Luke. Brad tried to stop him bc he just cummed but Luke grabbed Brad’s wrists and held them together and looking right at his face as he continued to play with his ass. Slow and fast. Soft and hard. Caress then rubbing. Somehow Luke knew before Brad even felt it because Brad remembered Luke said “here it is” just before he felt a second orgasm. It was stronger and the previous and a lot more cum. His second load got on Luke's face initially. Then the rest erupted out of his head like an aged volcano. Releasing everything within him non stop for 45 seconds to a minute. It looked two it was two additional loads amount of cum. Not only that. It was only about 1 min or a minute and a half later that he reached orgasm again. He didn't even know his body could do that. “Oh fuck…oh fuck” Brad started groaning but he could hardly speak with Luke filling up his mouth. Brad was not about to bust his nuts like that. “No no not yet” He reached down to stop Luke and was tryin to get rid of the urge to cum because he was so close. Luke stopped for a few seconds then resume doing what he was doing and pick up his pace fucking Brad's face. Brad knew exactly what he was supposed to do so he shoutted “PLEASE SIR.. . Please”. Luke heard that and had a smile on his face even though Brad couldn't see it. He gave Noah a wink then slowly pull his cock out of Brad’s mouth. When Luke pulled his dick all the way out Brad gasped hard for air. Noah was watching while stroking his cock and was so turned on by how Luke dominated Brad. Brad felt kinda embarrassed because he was supposed to be the dominant one today but anything Luke does feel amazing. “So… what do you guys want to do?” Luke asked Brad and Noah looked at each other but neither said anything but smiled at each other. “If you two aren't sure then I know what I want. First, get on the couch and face each other. Give each other a slam. Here. Then a passionate kiss then I want you both to present me your hole so your both should face away from me” While Brad and Noah were tying up each other's arms. Luke walked around and drizzled a generous amount of coconut oil on their shoulder and instructed them both to rub the oil all over after they slammed. The two quickly found each other's veins and acted like excited puppies. On the count of three, they both slowly forced the shot in one other. They both held their breath for a bit when they handed Luke the syringes. The moment they let the drug loose, they passionately wrapped their arms around each other and started applying the oil all over one another. They were both lost in the sex craze that overtook their body and feeling each other’s body up and down. Luke watched for a minute or two then said “Alright boys. Show your holes to me” Both Brad and Noah faced away from Luke and leaned over the backrest of the couch. Luke spread both of their legs wider apart and had one of their legs overlap each other. Brad and Noah continued to make out as Luke slid his lube up, hands up and down their butt crack. He pulled both of their hard dicks back a bit so they pressed against the couch back pointing down. He slides his hands up and down the shafts of their dick admiring how hard they are and lightly fondled their balls and made them moan lightly. At the same pace while he slid his hands up and down their butt crack, he'd slide some of his fingers in their hole but only briefly to get them to moan but then slide out when his hands slide away. He repeated the same repetition until he got the tip of 4 fingers in their hole “Brad. Grab the rag and maximum impact next to you and I want you two to share a good hit. One at the time or together…. that's up to you two” Brad and Noah followed Luke's instructions and after hitting maximum impact, the high was too intense that they both just rest with their head pressed against each other. Luke carefully instructed them to take deep breaths in and out then as they continue the second cycle of breathing exercises on their own he slowly opened up their holes with his hands “That it babes. Surrender your holes to me. I love how it feels to be inside of you both” Luke leaned down and gave both of their butt cheeks a kiss for encouragement. “Now both of you take a deep breath in with your breath open through that rag as deep as you can for as long as you can. Hold it for 30 seconds before letting it out.” Luke kept his hands inserted firmly right against the knuckles of his hands and watched these obedient piggies followed his instructions. As they began letting their breath go, Luke could feel the tension on his hands easing so he pressed his hands forward gently, more so letting their hole press against his hands, and he erased his hands into both of their holes “that's it. You both swallowed Daddy's hands. How does it feel?” Luke's words woke them up as neither of them have ever been fisted before. They both were shocked by Luke's words. Luke felt their inside tighten out of panic and said “relax. I'm not going to move. I didn't force my hands in so you are safe. I'm just going to hold it still. I need one of you to give that rag a good spray and you both take a deep breath from it once more. I'm not moving. I promise” Brad sprayed a ton of maximum impact out of panic and the two breath in through the rag hard twice more on Luke's instruction and fell back in the trance. Luke with his hypnotic voice said “push out and enjoy the sensation that you feel. Every bit of it. Gaspe if you have to but surrender your hole to me. You are totally safe. Daddy will take very good care of your hole so relax” Luke started sliding his hand in and out but hadn't pulled his knuckles back out just yet as he felt both of them are still too tight for that. “now. Without causing discomfort to yourself. If you can, you can reach your hand back to feel Daddy's cock. Feel how hard your amazing holes make my cock hard and dripping. Stroke my cock and imagine it in you” as Brad and Noah did that. Luke applied pressure against their prostate and made both piggies moan as they are both completely lost in the trance and their cock dripping precum like a leaky hose. “Feed Daddy's precum to each other boys” Brad and Noah take turn sticking their index finger in each other's mouth and licking each other's finger thoroughly “Take another deep breath through the rag then let your breath out slowly” Luke said. As Brad and Noah once again entered deep trance, he swiftly worked his hands out of their gaping holes. Both moaned to the sudden feeling of emptiness. He pushed a shard into each of their ass while they are both feeling the darkness around them and nothing else. “Now I need Brad to turn and lay on your back while looking into Noah's eyes. You may kiss him if you wish. Noah in just a few seconds I want to keep your hole open wide, take a deep breath then slowly let it out and lower yourself at your own pace” Luke grabbed both his and Brad’s hung cocks and held them together and lube them up nicely and watched Noah swallow both of their cocks with his hole. He handed Noah some Gatorade with G to prepare him for the pounding to come. Noah's eyes rolled back as far back as they could go but his effort was barely enough as his hole only let in the tips of Luke and Brad's combined dick. The pain slowly brought him back to reality and just when he was about to pick himself up and pull up, Luke quickly covered his face with a heavy dosed maximum impact rag and held it tightly. Like a doll, Noah went limped but not unconscious as he moaned louder than ever swallowing up two cocks with his hungry hole. Luke gently rubbed both of his nipples and pinched them lightly as if he was squeezing milk out of Noah’s hard nipples. He leaned into Noah's ear and whispered “just like that. That's a nice wet cunt, made to please daddy's rock hard cock. Just a little more so until you feel our balls on your ass. Look at these hard nipples and that long trail of pre cum hanging off the tips of your cock. They are proofs that you are meant for this. Take it boy. Take them all the way.” Just before Noah lowered himself all the way to the base. Luke grabbed Brad's ball together and made sure Noah's hole swallowed his balls before reaching the base as he swiftly slid his dick out. He pulled Brad forward toward him as Noah started fucking himself with Brad's cock all the way in him. In his mind, he thought he was still getting double fucked. Luke slide his dick all the way in Brad's unexpected hole and his hand quickly covered Brad's mouth, making sure his dragstic reaction does not break Noah out of his double fucked trance. Luke started pounding Noah's cum left in Brad's hole out of Brad's wet cunt as his dick taking over declaring every part of Brad's wet hole his own. Every time Luke thurst forward also causing Brad to thrust up, making Noah thinks he's being double fucked by these two hot studs. He loved the sensation so much that his bouncing dick was spreading his jizz everywhere until Luke held it steady and pointed it toward Brad. Brad, resisting Luke's pounding, manages to crunch up far enough to swallow Noah's head. Unexpectedly, Noah let out a stream of warm piss. He was so high up on g that in his mind he thought he was cumming, which was too at the same time. At the sight of it, Luke took it easy on his pounding and lifted Brad's legs up further so Noah's dick is easier for him to suck on. Brad couldn't contain the piss coming out of Noah's dick but he heard Luke said “swallow it. Every drop” as Luke made sure the tip of his dick is applying pressure right on Brad's prostate. Brad wanted to moan out loud but kept himself together and swallowed up most of Noah's chem piss. His blue eyes now bloodshot and pulpil dilated and felt his dick erupted deep in Noah's ass. Luke resume thrusting on Brad's prostate made sure that Brad flooded Noah's hole with his chem filled cum for the next 30 seconds. As Luke finally lowered Brad's pelvis and pulled his dick out of Brad's tight ass. Noah fell over. Asleep. “Looks like someone may have a bit too much g. I know you are not done yet. Why don't we clean up his place a bit then carry on at my place” Luke is well aware Brad has a thing for him. He just not ready to be tamed yet but he sure doesn't mind having a hot fuck session with Brad whenever he can” Luke carried Noah to his bed. Lay him on his side with pillows behind his back and pressed against the wall on the other side. When he came out to the living room, brad has already cleaned up everything and left Noah a note with their numbers. It's way late into the night so neither of them think they will run until anyone is walking around and they both think the security guard is gay anyway so they both grabbed their clothes and walked out of the door fully naked back up to Luke's apartment. As they walked up, Luke asked “was it everything you wanted?” Brad said “no quite but it most certainly was unexpected” Brad started replying to his text “but I have to go. I don't think I have it in me to go again tonight. That was two whole body orgasm I just had back to back” As Luke unlocks his door, his hands reaches back to stroke Brad's cock. Brad thought Luke was taking too long unlocking his door and rushed him “hey dude. Hurry up before someone comes up. I'm not worried about us naked. You know what I'm worried about” Brad whispered the last sentence to Luke As they both entered the door Luke backed his ass up toward Brad's now hard again cock. As he swung his front door shut and said “no quite because this is what you were hoping for!?” As he pushed his hole again the head of Brad's dick letting it penetrate Luke's wet hole Brad threw his phone down in front of the couch and said “WTF….. You wanted this didn't you. Your cunt is already pre lubed. And in case you are wondering….yes. This has been what I've been waiting for. Since you started it…..” Brad bend Luke forward on his couch and thrust his dick all the way in and pounded Luke's ass hard as fast for about a min. He paused for a second and reached into his shorts and spread a thin line across his fist and put it in front of Luke's nose. ”This is my best shit. Just this amount is gonna make you a whore through the weekend.” Brad watched Luke snort it clean and said “now beg” “Oh god. That was something” Luke quickly felt his body burning up and said “fuck me Brad. Fuck me” Brad resumed pounding and growled. He quickly reached a dry orgasm but it didn't feel any less satisfying to finally have Luke's meat tunnel squeezing on his dick. “ohhhh ooohhhhh. Ahhhh….fuck …. fuck. Your hole man. It feels so fucking good. Fuck dude. This doesn't count. You still owe me one that I want to be in the driver's seat and do it at my own pace but I do have errands to run. Here. I'm gonna go run some errands. I'll text you when I can come back. When I said I'm coming back. I need you to stuff some of these in your hole and your body will know what to do next. I gotta go” Brad toss Luke a baggie and left in a hurry. He wasn't kidding about that line he made Luke snort. Luke’s Head is burning hot. Lucky for him. He didn't really take Jason back to his place yet. Jason was unaware of Luke's condition but he knew Luke's had a quickie and sounded like Luke hadn't gotten off yet when Luke walked into his bedroom was about to head into the bathroom to play with his own hole in the shower, he saw Jason awake on his bed stroking his hard cock. “Oh hey….sorry. I was just about to get going but I heard you had a guest so I didn't want to intrude….. I'll get going…..” Jason said but before he could finish his sentence Luke already has his whole cock in his throat and slobbering on his cock. He completely forgot Jason was still there but he was just what Luke needed right at that second. Jason let Luke wet his dick enough and didn't say much more he grabbed Luke by his face and gave him a passionate kiss then threw Luke to the left of him and climbed on top of Luke and pushed his dick in all the way. Luke let out a moan of relief and clinched his butt against Jason's hard young cock. Jason loved Luke's body response and grabbed Luke by his hair and shoved his face into the pillows and put all of his body weight on top of Luke with one leg on the knees he mercilessly pounded Luke's hole and gave Luke the remedy he needed at a fast rhythm. After about 2 minutes Jason screamed “oh my god….your hole. Is so addicting. Ahhh Ahhhh Ahhhh” Jason shot his second big load raw and deep in Luke's ass then collapsed on top of Luke. After a minute or so Jason said “I need to get going to let my dog out. Can we……can we do this again?” Luke turned around and gave Jason a satisfied smile and said “maybe…..if we do. Don't forget. You'll have to play by my rule next time.” Jason quickly got dressed and said “for that ass. I'll do anything” then he heads out the door. Luke didn't get up and lock the door. After a minute or two, someone entered his condo and locked the door. Before the person got to his bedroom Luke shouted “bring the bong in the closet with you. Strip down to what I told you to wear and crawled in here” His bedroom door opened, the security guard still have on his tie but nothing else but a jock and crawled into Luke's room like a trained puppy. Luke took a bit hit and shotgun it at him. Then Luke said “go ahead”. The guy swallowed Luke’s dick but got slapped by Luke on the side of his head then Luke said “do you not see what I'm showing you?” Luke intentionally exposed his hole to him “suck the cum out of my hole then spread it all over my cock with your mouth. I haven't cummed tonight. Saved it all for your cunt hole so you better milk it good” This is what Luke likes to do with his boys. He has had many trained willing whores at his disposal to keep him satisfied during his free time. It is just in time he gets the boys from earlier tonight to this obedient state.

Some buddies and I stopped at a popular and very crowded diner after a night of drinking...we started eating but, I quickly needed to take a piss ...as I entered the restroom, a cook was leaving....not much younger then me...a real skinny twinkle and not my usual type of player...didn't think twice and continued to the urinal and let out a wicked piss. I finished and turned and the cook had turned and cone back inside and was standing by the wall...he looked at me and told me he'd pay me to play...I wasn't offended but, said nope...he then pleaded with me and I was drunk enough to say what the hell! So he turned and took a key outta his pocket locked the door. He came over yanked my shorts down and ate my ass then sucked me abit and then I slid right in him and fucked him as he leaned over the counter..he smelled like french fries and.he was saying thank you over and over and that he was afraid to proposition me because he thought I was a drunk redneck fraternity straight asshole but, he's glad he risked it...I told him I was then winked at him as we could see each in the mirror! I then blew a load and then just walked out after turning the latch on the door. Didn't say anything to my buddies, at the table, as some of them were straight. When the server came over , she winked,and said my meal has been payed for...my buddies thought it was the server flirting with me and assumed I banged her in the bathroom!...lol what boneheads!

Unfortunately I dont think my most influential dick would be appropriate for here since it was when i was young but it did make me who i am today.

One of my friends, I later found out was that kid. One day he asked to suck my cock. Then he ask me if I wanted to suck his. At first I said no. But he asked again and I said yes. And he blew his load into my mouth. WOW, every time I saw him at school we ducked into anywhere to suck each other’s cocks.