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I've wanted to tell this story for a while now. It happened in the mid 90s, and no one has ever known about it, apart from the other person involved, and I honestly think he would be happy to share it now too. I had known Jamie for a few years, he was a friend of one of my closest friends and I had met him at various social events although I didn't know him particularly well. In the mid 90s, just before he turned 30, Jamie became ill and was diagnosed with an AIDs related condition. Over the next few months, Jamie lost quite a bit of weight - but otherwise his body did not change much. Internally, it was a different matter and he was taken to hospital suffering from severe pneumonia. He was not expected to survive, but he did, although the doctors said he would be unlikely to survive another serious illness. Jamie had no partner and his family didn't want to know him, so my friend Paul decided to take him in and a group of us decided to look after Jamie between us and make sure he had everything he needed. I quite often sat with Jamie when Paul was at work at the weekends and we enjoyed each other's company. Over the next couple of months we got to know each other quite well. Paul was working on Christmas Day that year and I said I would be happy to sit with Jamie. I arrived in the early afternoon and we talked for a while. Then I helped Jamie take a shower and stood with him while he took a nice long piss in the toilet. Soon he was sitting comfortably up in bed in clean T-Shirt and underpants. I made us a drink and we talked for a while longer. After a while, the talk turned to sex, and Jamie told me how much he missed it. We began to talk about sex and Jamie confessed that he had always liked sex without a condom. "Do you want to know a secret?" I said Jamie nodded and I leant forward "So do I!" Jamie looked surprised. "You like sex without a condom?" he said and I nodded. "Fuck!" said Jamie Neither of us said anything for a moment and then I asked him "Are you hard?" Jamie nodded, "Yeah," he said "Are you?" I nodded too and stood up. Jamie looked at my cock sticking up in my trousers and then looked at me. I nodded and he reached up and began to rub my hard cock through my trousers. I pulled back the cover and saw Jamie's cock was hard in his pants. We stroked each other for a while and then I pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, and took it in my hands. I began to wank him gently. "Oh fuck!" he moaned "That's so good!" I wanked him for a while and then I pulled my jeans and pants down to my knees. "Why don't you suck my cock?" I whispered I moved closer to the bed and pushed my cock towards Jamie's mouth. He licked the tip and then took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me really well and this, together with the knowledge of what we were doing brought me very close and I knew that if I let him suck me for much longer I was going to cum in his mouth. I pulled my cock out of Jamie's mouth and took hold of his cock again. He had been wanking as he sucked me and his cock was super hard. I wanked him for while and then rubbed his balls. He lifted his legs and soon my finger found his arsehole. He moaned softly as my finger pushed into his arse and I began to finger his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Oh fuck, I wish you could fuck me right now!" "Maybe I could," I said, but Jamie shook his head. "No," he said, "You can't fuck me." I wasn't sure what he meant. "Could you take it?" I asked, and Jamie nodded "Oh yes," he said with a grin, "I could take it - but it's way too much of a risk for you." "Let me worry about that," I said, and motioned to him to kneel up on the bed. I wasn't sure he was going to do it at first, but after a moment's hesitation, Jamie moved round and knelt up on the bed, presenting his naked arse to me. I pulled his cheeks apart and gently fingered his hole and then I pushed my tongue right up him. Jamie moaned as I licked his hole and after a while he said "You have to fuck me now!" He opened a drawer and passed me a small tube of lube. A few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock into his arsehole. He groaned and told me not to stop but just to take it slowly. I pushed slowly but surely right up him and then gave him a moment to get used to my cock. Jamie sighed, "Fuck me!" he said Jamie's hole was really tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I started off slowly, pulling my cock all the way back and then pushing it back up him slowly, and then I began to fuck him a bit harder. I could tell that Jamie was enjoying the fuck every bit as I was. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!". I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard. We were both totally into the fuck now and after a while I told him I was going to cum in him. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" he moaned as I began to shoot my load right into his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop as I shot more and more cum right up him. When I had finally finished cumming in him, I pulled out and he laid back on the bed. His cock was hard and he took hold of it and began to wank himself. I moved his hand away and, bending forward, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. He moaned as I sucked him and I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. I stopped sucking for a moment. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him. "No way," he said "I can't do that!" I put my finger over his lips. "Do you want to fuck me?" I said again. After a moment of silence, Jamie nodded and I grinned at him. I'm not quite sure exactly what was going through my mind as I bent over the bed and pushed my arse out. I felt Jamie move in behind me and then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my now lubed arsehole and then I felt him push his cock right up me and begin to fuck. I knew what I was doing was madness, but I couldn't help myself - in that moment I wanted nothing more than for Jamie to fuck me and then cum right up me. Until a year or so before this, I had always been careful to practise safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and even reaching behind me every now and then to make sure that the guy fucking me still had his condom on - and now I was taking the biggest risk of all. I also wondered what my friends would say if they knew what I was doing. I knew they viewed me as someone who was very measured and made wise decisions both at work and in my personal life and as far as I knew, they all practised safe sex too. And now, here I was, bent over the bed, being fucked without a condom by a guy who had AIDS - I can't tell you how turned on I was! Jamie was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. I was urging him on now, telling him to fuck me harder and moaning "Cum in me, fucking cum in me!" A few minutes later, Jamie cried out "Oh fuck!" and I felt his whole body shudder as he thrust hard up my arse and I knew he was cumming deep inside me. I was playing with myself as Jamie fucked me and the moment I felt his cum spurting into my unprotected arse, I shot another load of cum out in front of me, When he pulled out of me, I took Jamie's cock into my mouth and sucked him for a few minutes and soon he was back in bed. He was tired now and needing a rest. When Paul came home from work a couple of hours later, Jamie was sleeping, with his arms folded and a contented smile on his face. When Jamie woke up a couple of hours later, we had all had a meal together and then spent a very enjoyable evening. All the time, I could feel Jamie's load up my arse and I could tell he had shot a really big one up me. The next time I sat with Jamie was one of the last. He told me then how much he had enjoyed what we did and said I would never know how much it meant to him to feel so horny again and to feel wanted and loved. As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about what we had done and I knew it would not be long before I was taking more risks. Of course I knew there might well be consequences from what we had done on that Christmas afternoon - but I decided to cross that bridge if and when I came to it.

Two bottoms can keep each other much happier than two tops can

Chapter 16 I was panicking for a second, just like the last time he had walked in on us. But I quickly calmed down, because… well. Last time had tuned out amazing and this guy was just so fucking hot! Not to mention that Jamal´s body and cock had me completely unable to move away with my legs over his shoulders, even if I had tried. So after a few seconds pause, I relaxed and threw him what I hoped was a sexy grin, saying “You like to walk in on us, hm? Bet you had planned this again, right?” Looking to Jamal, who had stopped his fucking for a second. Before they could answer, I told them: ”So then, come here! Don´t just look, I want to feel you…” That’s where my newfound courage wavered, but I was pretty proud of myself nonetheless. Taron whistled. “Wow, you are… a lot more slutty than last time already! I wonder if the smoke and cock in your ass have anything to do with that?” he mocked me, then laughed, as Jamal resumed his fucking with a hard strike, making me gasp. Taron quickly shed the little clothing he still wore and came over in just a pair of white socks, which contrasted beautifully with his dark legs. I didn´t know where to look first: His defined chest, sexy smile or his rising cock! In the end, when he came closer, he made sure his cock won out by bringing it to ma face. I quickly gave it a lick and he laughed. “Such an eager slut! We´re gonna have you turned in no time!” He then bent down, gave me a sloppy kiss and grinned at me again like a child with his favorite toy, before making sure my mouth was as full of his cock as possible. The next few hours were a flurry of being mouth- and assfucked in all positions I had known so far and some more. The guys made sure that my ass was never empty of cock for more than a quick break of smoking up. And even then I was usually on my knees, one of their cocks in my hand, the other in my mouth. I was so glad about all of this! I didn’t bring up the topic of condoms again, since I figured it was too late for that now anyway and I was pretty sure they would´t use condoms today anymore whatever I said. “He has that thinking face again.” Taron said, looking down on me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I realized I had stopped working their cocks. “What did you think about Jakey?” “Well, this is all so crazy, really! Last week I couldn´t have imagined any of this! Not drugs, not bare, not multiple people. And I just thought I don´t know if that´s…” I stopped there, not wanting to kill the mood. Jamal looked at me with his signature sly grin. “And you don´t know if that´s a good tun of events? A good personal growth for you? A good path to continue down, as a locked slut for bare cock?” I meekly nodded. “Well, we can´t know for certain. But there are some pretty good indicators. For example, look up at us. How do you feel, Jakey? Honestly. Feel into yourself… You feel good, don´t you`? You have been thinking about this all week, wanted this to happen. And now you´re here, on your knees, servicing us…” I did as he told and… I couldn´t deny it. I felt alive, exhilarated even. Because of the drugs, for sure. But also because I was living my wildest fantasy right now! “You have fantasized about going bare, right? Taking multiple cocks at once? Being a slut for dominant fuckers?” I definitely couldn’t deny that. Bareback porn was all I had been watching. Always telling me it was great for porn, but being safe was more important. And that I couldn´t do, what was portrayed in some of the scenes. And… “Look at me, Jake!” Jamal ordered. I did. He held the pipe in his hands, heating it. “Tell me you don´t want to take a hit of this right now, if that´s what you feel. Otherwise, go for it…” I looked at the pipe for a second, the white smoke slowly starting to rise from the hole at the top. Jamal held the mouthpiece towards me and I put my lips on it, sucking in the smoke once more. Holding it inside, let it into my body, free my brain. Then letting it out slowly and looking back at Jamal. “Such a good boy Jake!” he said, caressing my head after giving the pipe to Taron. “Now slowly jerk our dicks again. Really feel them in your hands and look at them…” he continued, his words hanging in the air like a spell that I instantly followed, realizing I hadn´t even let go of their dicks while we had been talking. I stroked their hard, yet soft skin slowly up and down. I could feel their heat, their blood pumping. I felt like I could really feel their manliness through their beautiful cocks. Their veins, their glistening tips, their soft, dark skin gliding through my hands… “And now tell me what you want Jake. Follow your instinct, your nature. Speak your mind freely and don´t let us or anybody else hold you back. What do you truly want to do now? Think about things that your parents or your teachers told you? Ask questions like a little boy and be an uncertain and insecure child, debating pros and cons with us right now? Or…” he put a finger below my chin, making me look up at his body and face “…do you want to enjoy the here and now? Be the sexy little slut you showed us glimpses of already? Live like you have never done before, but always wished you could?” He took his hand away, letting ma gaze drop down to their erect towers of manliness again, feeling them in my hands and enjoying the view my position gave me. “Tell us now, baby! And act on it…” he let that linger for a moment, breaking my trance. “I…” I gulped, before continuing with a more steady voice. “I really want to enjoy this with you! And so much more! Please, let me be yours and use me!” I pleaded, looking up at them, before giving way to my most urgent instinct right now, which was devouring Jamals cock, pressing it down my throat, massaging it with my tongue and pressing my nose into his pubic hair while furiously jacking off Taron´s cock, before doing the same to him, before looking up at them again from being impaled onto Taron´s tower of manliness. They grinned approvingly, Taron, chuckling and pressing me down into him even more, while Jamal took my hand away from his cock and stood up. “I´m glad you´re so honest with us, Jakey! Now, let me give you a reward for that…”

Caught an active location tip on Sniffies to Google "Charles River Park 1" in Boston to be routed to a tiny parking lot adjacent to the Charles River near Harvard. It was a chilly night, but not freezing. I parked and noticed a few men in their cars, each one keeping an eye 👀 on the parking lot. There was a guy walking around, scanning the area, and it was clear what everyone was there for. A few cars left, and as the initial excitement died down, I exited my truck, threw on my jacket, and walked along the river path towards the boat house. The full moon, 🌕 shrouded in a hazy cloud cover, illuminated the path just enough. I spotted a man in a secluded part of the path and approached him. He was sitting on a tree stump, his giant, erect nipples exposed, and his mouth open. I teased his nipples, and he stood up, and we began a passionate embrace. Soon, three other men joined us, jerking off and sucking each other just a few feet away. The cold air made it a bit challenging to maintain an erection, but it added an exciting edge to the experience. We played with each other, showing off for the others. I knelt down and deep-throated his thick, white cock, swallowing his entire load. 💦👄💦 He sat back down on the stump and began sucking me off. One of the other three men left, leaving two behind. They approached us and started stroking me while I was being sucked off. I let my older, handsome daddy suck the other guy's cock while I made out with one of them, and we took turns tasting each other's dicks. I let one of the newcomers swallow my pent-up TWO-WEEK load. All in all, I spent about an hour there, with at least 40 uninterrupted minutes of pleasure between 6 and 7 PM. I'll definitely have to check this spot out again soon. 😉

Generally, I have found slings to be incredibly comfortable, and in most instances you can adjust the height so that the top has direct aim at your hole. I had a friend who gave me just the leather portion of the sling, I guess you would call that the seat. It was really comfortable. We didn't have the remaining pieces so we went to Hope Depot, got the remaining parts, and attached it to the ceiling in his hallway, which lead from the living room back to his bedroom. There were four of us, two of those guys who I had never met before. The one total top was very hot, never would have thought he was gay. He asked if I wanted to be the first to try it out and he would fuck me. I happily agreed. Now, he's big, he's really going to town on my ass. Then suddenly, the metal rods we used to attach the sling (or rather the seat) to the sealing suddenly came off. He had to catch me underneath, with his dick STILL in MY HOLE, and lower me gently on the hardwood floor, where he finished fucking me till he shot his load. Now, I am not sure if I was embarrassed, or afraid that I would break some bones in my back or crack my dumb ass head, but he continued on, and did a great job. When he finally shot his load, the other two guys were laughing their heads off, as I laid there on the hardwood floor, with my ankles now wrapped around his shoulders. That 'drop ceiling" did me in", and for the rest of the weekend, we had to maneuver around the sling, now on the floor, to get to the bathroom and bedroom. The guy was not pissed off, he was big enough and strong enough to hold me and still manage to keep his dick inside me. Funny follow up, the guy who "gave me" the sling had gone to Federal prison. That same weekend, his MOTHER called me and said ">>>>>>, do you have >>>>>'s sling? I was polite and respectful and said he owed me money and he would not be getting the sling back once he served his four years. It was very funny, talking to some kindly woman about her son's sling. I did not tell her it came out the drop ceiling with some guys's dick up my ass. I love slings and to this day, I fondly recall the day one became dislodged with a random dudes dick up my ass. Fun times!

Chapter 3: The message was clear: "Ready for round two, slut?" His fingers danced over the screen, typing out a swift response. "Always," he replied, a smug grin tugging at his lips. The memory of their last encounter still fresh in his mind, a thrill shot through him at the thought of pushing even further. The weeks of anticipation had only stoked the flames of his desire. Every time he saw a public restroom, every time he felt his asshole clench involuntarily at the thought of being filled and used, he knew he had to have more. The Snapchats had been a tease, a series of fleeting images that only served to fuel his craving for the painful pleasure that awaited him. He knew that this time would be different, that the anonymity of the public bathroom was a mere precursor to the depravity that awaited him in the privacy of his home. A week off work, the house to himself and fiancé working in the office. The day arrived with a sense of urgency, the minutes ticking by with painful slowness as he counted down to their rendezvous. His stomach fluttered with excitement and nerves as aussieanon pulled into the driveway, parking up. —— I opened the door revealing an apartment filled of photos of the fucktoy’s fiancé with their family. Inside, my new found fuck toy was waiting; blindfolded… took him long enough to get this place free. Blindfolded, like I asked him. Perfect. I announced by present through the door, “you ready”. I could smell the leather and musk the stupid slut had been sniffing beforehand. I walked in, he was taking a hit hit that filled fucktoy’s nostrils as I pushed him onto the bed, I pulled out my phone; the sound of a camera shutter clicking in the background. He didn’t know what was coming next, the sharp slap of my hand across his face without ceremony, the promise of his limits being stretched to their breaking point. The anticipation was a sweet torment, a symphony of lust and fear playing out in his mind. The bed dipped as Aussieanon's straddled fucktoy’s waist, the heat from his body a perfect balance with the head rush from the poppers. He felt the man's coarse fingers prodding at his slicked-up asshole, testing his readiness. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, slut?" the top growled, his voice thick with desire. Fucktoy nodded, his throat dry, unable to form words. The jock was removed with a pop, as he braced himself for the inevitable. The thought of the man's cock pushing inside was overwhelming, the pain quickly giving way to a deep, intense pleasure that made his toes curl. But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. Aussieanon flipped him round, lie on your back with your head at the edge of the bed, I’m going to use your throat and get you open. His cock slapped out, fucktoy couldn’t see a thing other than the shadow and cock suddenly slapped across his face. “Open”.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

My partner was on a business trip for a couple of days and was supposed to return on Monday, he left with the keys to my locked cock so I was left to find the loads I need to keep my holes full of cum over the weekend. I somehow organized the college student, the builder and one of his coworkers that already use me regularly to come over Friday afternoon for a night of fun, just a small gathering of hung men that can come many times in my hole 💦 They all arrived at the same time and I was already waiting for them naked, only wearing the cage on my cock, so they stripped too and we were having some drinks outside on the day bed, I was in the middle of the pile of naked bodies, we were all making out and hands were everywhere, focusing on my hole till the college student started lifting my legs and dove right in with his tongue, eating my hole like a pro, making me moan as his long tongue penetrated my hole, that was the trigger for builder and his friend and they presented me with their own cocks to suck. Bingo! soon after the friend started fucking my mouth and throat hard, as the builder switched with the college dude and started playing with my hole, teasing it with his cock head on my slick hole, till in one swift motion he was balls deep, I was groaning and my eyes were already tearing up from the throat fucking. If I didn't have my throat filled with a thick cock they could definitely see me smile lol after a few minutes of getting fucked hard the growling became louder and we realized that we were in my back yard and the neighbors could soon start hearing the action (definitely not the first time and we don't really give a fuck lol) but we decided to to move the action inside and I guided them down to the play area so we can let loose and not have any restriction. I was soon place on the fuckbench, with my hands and legs locked in the positions and I was spitroasted by the builder and the student in my mouth and his friend in my hole. i could barely fit the student in my mouth as he is so damn thick and soon he switched places and took his place behind me, teasing my hole with his enormous cockhead, and as I was cleaning the friends cock from my ass juices deep in my throat the student started pushing in, slowly and deliberately, making me groan from getting my hole so stretched around his cock till he was balls deep. he gave my a couple of seconds to adjust my insides before the pounding began. I was locked tight in place as he pummeled my hole hard, I'm sure he was putting on a show for the other men as he kept saying "you like mt big cock don't you slut? You love being my pussy boy", music to my ears! 20 minutes on non stop drilling till I was rewarded with the first load in my hole as they were cheering him on! He kept pumping till his cock softened up a bit and as he pulled out, the builder shoved all the way in in one swift move, my hole was so slick and open already he slipped in easily. then the routine began, one was fucking my hole as I was servicing the other two with my mouth, cleaning their cock and tasting they cum and my ass juices and repeat. After they all dumped their 9th load in me and the student began pounding me again for his 4th load I heard a familiar voice from the entrance, I looked up and I saw my partner. returned home earlier wanted to surprise me, watching me take one more cock adding to the 14 loads I already had in (I took a few loads earlier to prepare and stretch my hole haha) All he said was "sweet! I guess you are ready for all the boys I invited later to use you as a treat for not being here these few day" Since my guests already have met my partner and we all played together at some combination they quickly asked if they can hang in for the bigger event! From that moment on I had taken more than 50 loads, my hole was filled non stop by at lease one cock for a couple of hours I was also double penetrated by all men at least once, as my mouth was also used to get the men back hard, clean their cocks after they just dumped a load on me or drink their piss when they needed. I was there to served as they pleased. At some point I was laid back in the sling and someone started fisting me, he just slid right in after my hole was overflowing with cum and ruined by all the cock I took in me (some were pretty huge haha) I was so happy, fulfilling my duty, being used by all the men that my loving partner invited to use me and ruin my hole. Then they started leaving after dumping one final load till it was just my partner and the student and I was just leaving on the mattress, exhausted, covered by sweat and cum and piss, my hole was both buzzing and numb from the non-stop intense fucking I just got for nearly 9 hours. They both picked me up and was taken to the near bathroom, after I emptied my hole from all the loads directly onto my partners face as he was eating my used hole, I was placed in the large bathtub we have in the playroom shower room, that they filled with hot water and we shared a very intimate hot bath to relax my body and hole. After that the 3 of us went upstairs to the bedroom, I was laid on the bed and both men spooned me, keeping me warm and relaxed as I drifted to sleep, feeling my hole getting fucked by both of them during that time as they woke up hard. woke up all fresh and energized with my hole still leaking cum from all the men that used me and the loads my partner and the student dumped in me during my sleep! as I went downstairs I smelled that wonderful smell of pancakes and fresh coffee, watching my partner and the student cooking naked and as they saw me they started clapping their hands in my honor for being such a good cumdump (my partners words haha) I just kissed my partner and told him that I love him so fucking much for making me feeling so special by being used for both our pleasure and the student joined us for a quick 3way kiss before we sat down to have our breakfast and have a lazy start of the day. 🐷

LOVE it! Asses up side by side. Hoping for 2 tops 1 in each and trading off! If only 1 we'd tell him to nut in ass he liked best. The "loser" gets to clean tops cock and if he rises again gets to breed the other!

What a beautiful Christmas story. You gave Jamie a wonderful gift and hopefully he gave you one as well.

Totally agree. Why I bought one.

I have been poz, high toxic and not on meds for many years. I would love to feel Jamie's AIDS ☣ strains in me 😉 I want it deep inside me 🤪

I’m a vers bottom. Yes I love cock in my ass but one of my favorite scenes is to play with other bottoms Kissing, sucking, fingering—sometimes fisting-together can be so amazing. Admittedly, after a few hours of that, we’re both desperate for hard cock so we’ll call someone over. But the time with the other bottom is often the most passionate moments. Do you bottoms like playing with other bottoms?

PART 2 He pulled out of my ass, and I watched him get dressed again. Then my eye fell on his hip, where there was a tattoo of a scorpion. 'What a nice tattoo,' I said, 'I'm a scorpion too! November 17 is my birthday' The man let out a laugh and looked at me 'If you want a present you'll have to wait a little longer.... Maybe you'll get the same tattoo from me then.' I looked at him unsure of what he meant, but he didn't seem to care. The man bent down again and gave a kiss. 'Send a message if you want another load'. And before I knew it, the man was gone again. Naked I lay there, with my ass full of seed and a small cock that was still hard. ----------------------------- 'What have I done?' I think... I just let a random man, that I don't know, cum in my ass... Was this the right thing to do, I wonder...? Like, I didn't even check to ask him if he was tested recently.. It's not like I want to get a STD or something, you know? Ugh - why was I so irresponsible? Why did I act on my desires to please a man and just stop thinking about my own safety and health? It felt really nice though, I must admit. And it was really liberating to know that a man, and a super hot one, wanted to have sex with me - a disabled guy with a body that's non-conforming to Western beauty standards. It has been ages since I felt like someone wanted me, was lusting after me, wasn't taken aback by me, and most of all: could get an incredible hard-on and fuck me until he shot multiple of ropes of cum. Before I know it, I'm caressing my body, touching and twisting my nipple a bit, and putting a finger inside my ass. I feel my hole is gaping a little bit, at least, that's what I think is the case as I can easily fit two fingers inside myself. I feel my entire finger getting wet and slimy because of the cum, take it out again, and put it in my mouth.. Slowly I clean my finger and savour the taste of my hole mixed with the seed of this unknown dude... I felt my little dick twitch and saw a stroke of precum seep out. Quickly I scooped up the precum and put it in my mouth. Fuck, I felt so horny! I knew my horniness hadn't subdued: I was still as insatiable as I was before I got fucked which meant only one thing: I wanted another round of being impaled by a cock. I do have to ask the next one to use a condom, though.. Although it feels better without, I think I have to be responsible and careful, you know? As I open the apps again I'm scrolling through the list of possible candidates, clicking on some of the profiles to gain some attention. In the meantime I also send the anonymous guy who just left me full of his cum a message: 'Hi there - thank you for the good fuck. I really enjoyed it and would love to meet another time. Lmk when you'd like to cum by ;)' I hadn't even sent it, or I saw a writing indication pop up. Wow, he's quick - I thought. 'I let you know when I'm in the neighborhood and in need of a cunt like yours'. Surprised by his language I notice I'm incredibly turned on by it. Fuck, it's so degrading. And still I find it hot? What's wrong with me? Beep! Yay, a message! Quickly I open the app and read the following message: 'You're close and I need to quickly dump a load. Send ur address and I'll come over.' Without really thinking, or looking at the profile of who sent this message, I share my address. What did I just do??? Why am I acting this irrational and led by my horniness? This is such weird behaviour for me - normally I'm very cautionary and acting in a calculated manner. I guess I really have to be more alert from now on, okay? I promise myself to do so. I look at the clock and see 10 minutes have passed. The next guy could be here any second, I think. Is everything ready? I place a stack of condoms next to my bed, and already open one. Hopefully this is a clear sign to use one. I hear the door open and position myself in a comfortable way: on my back, legs in the air - presenting my ass to the door. When the man walks in, the first thing he'll see is my aching boy hole. Lifting my head I can see a silhouette enter the doorway to my bedroom. The figure is promising: broad shoulders, arms with clearly defined muscles, short hair and apparently loosely fitting sweatpants. When he comes closer, I get a full picture of the unknown man. I see a beautiful guy, probably of Mediterranean or Arab descent, with olive skin, hairy arms and piercing brown hazel eyes. Immediately I'm struck by the overpowering power he conducts himself with. This is clearly a guy that gets his way, I think. Fuck! I really need to be aware, and stay alert to be sure he puts on a condom I think. Moving closer, he pulls his tshirt over his head. A furry, unshaven body is unveiled to me - just how I like my men, to be honest. How can I be this lucky? I haven't gotten fucked in ages, especially by men I think are hot.. And to be fucked by two on one day... I feel so lucky, like I've won the lottery. The guy touches his lower abdomen while his hand goes down his treasure trail and pulls his sweatpants a bit lower to let his enormous cock out. With a lot of force it bounces upwards. I think his cock is around 20cm, really thick girth and with clearly visible throbbing veins. Mesmerized by his cock I feel my throat getting dry; a bit frightened by his demeanor and powerful looking third leg. I know I won't stand a chance if anything goes wrong. But obviously I don't think about my worries - I'm fully in trance looking at him. I want him in me, and offer myself to him. I make a moan and bite my tongue while looking at him, my eyes oscillating between his eyes, and gorgeous cock. He moves closer and suddenly drops on his knees. I feel his warm breath touching the part between my balsack and my hole. Then I gasp and let my head fall down while making a loud moan. He starts rimming! I feel his wet tongue going up, down, inwards and outwards. Fuck, this is so hot! I shudder and whimper.. Oohh, yess, aaaah! I move my hand towards my little dick and want to jerk a little bit, but the guy doesn't let me. He pushes my hand away and keeps it away. With all the power I have within me, I try to loosen my hand - but he is too strong. He doesn't even seem to notice I was doing my best to free myself. Suddenly the rimming stops and he stands up, puts his cockhead against my hole and wants to push in. Hold on! The condoms. 'Stop!' I say. 'There's a condom I want you to use'. I quickly turn my head towards the pile of condoms. 'I already opened one for you to use.' I hear him sigh a little, but he still puts one on. Happy and relieved I pull my legs closer to my body. Clearly this was a sign I was ready to be fucked. He puts his cockhead against my ass and then, with one move he fully impales me. 'Fuck!' I scream 'Ouch, be careful!' But it feels like the air in the room has changed, or his demeanor at least. Just before, when he was rimming I felt it was passionate. Now, he was clearly overpowering me, showing me his pleasure was more important than mine. As he was fucking me, I'm a bit uncomfortable by the roughness of it but after a while it feels better. I start to moan more and loader, moving my body in the opposite directions of his motion. Everytime his cock almost fully leaves my hole, before roughly going back into me to the total length. When his cock is in me I can feel his pubic hair tickle me. I look at his eyes and am taken aback by the strong gaze. Enchanted in this stare he moves his head closer and starts kissing me. Of course he continues to fuck me. As he let go of the kiss, he bites my lip. He moves his head next to mine and whispers: 'How does it feel to be fucked, little slut?' 'I thought condoms can feel good but it’s never felt like this before' I say between my moans. It's really difficult to focus on saying full sentences while your body is being split into two. 'Yeah? You like it??' 'Feels fucking amazing!' 'Wanna know why?' I nodded and whimper 'yes' 'I broke the condom, you stupid slut' My eyes widened: 'What? The condom fucking broke? What? Stop....!' I knew I didn't sound convincing - I knew it felt different.. I just expected it to be the fit of the condom and way of fucking... not that it would have been his raw dick.. But fuck!! It felt so fucking amazing! 'That’s your, agh, your..' I moan, while being moved up and down his cock 'your.. raw dick?' I ask 'Yes. You thought I wouldn't notice the cum that was inside of you already?' The guy said with a devious smile, with his face just inches away from my face. Fuck! How stupid of me! Of course he would notice.. 'Say you want me to stop, and I'll pull out,' he said while continuing fucking me. 'But we both know you want my cum in you.' I tried to nod from left to right, trying to motion no with my head. My brain wanted something else though: 'Yes, give me your cum...!' Something inside me broke... Even if I beforehand wanted this fuck to be safe, the guy knew I was a slut. A sucker to be fucked bareback. A cumdump. 'Say what you want, slut!' He continued to bareback me wearing the broken condom. As I made absolutely no effort to stop him, I just gave in. I also knew that I wasn't the one with power: the dominant top was ruling over me, making me his serving cunt. And even if I didn't want to continue, I knew I physically wouldn't be able to stop him. But that didn't matter. I wanted a second load added to my ass. I lifted my hands and put them around this guy's neck, pulled myself upwards so I came into a sitting position, and used gravity to slide onto his cock. While doing so, he lifted me up, fucking me while he was standing. 'I want your cum in me! Give it to me!' I whispered and softly bit his ear.

I'm lucky to have 3 regular fuckbuds. All are mostly bottoms which works because I'm a top. One guy is a married total bottom who cheats on his husband. Our sex is very passionate with great kissing and , mutual oral. I love eating his hairy hole and I love filling him and sending him home to his unsuspecting husband with my load. My other fuckbud is an Asian guy who is a much younger poz slut. He's very verbal and sometimes comes over loaded with some other guys cum. My third one is a young black guy. He's very cute with a boyish face and body but a man's dick and hairy hole. He's mostly bottom but I love taking his BBC. He's neg but is turned on with taking poz nut. I like my regulars as we always have great sex, no commitments and yet no anxiety either.

Ooh, means u were slut from the day one? Multiple loads on first day 😜

Been a little slower lately, but with the end of the year approaching, it's gotta get to work. Skipped out early from some holiday parties this weekend to get to Steamworks. YTD: 608 🍆/532 💦

chemsweat also tastes better when I lick it off you

Speaking here as a party top: if I'm really into the guy and I'm super hard then I grab the chains of the sling, thrust my pelvis out, aim my dick and swing that pig bottom right onto my cock as hard as possible. Then I swing him all the way back off my cock, at least a foot away from the raw tip, using gravity to swing his hole back onto my cock. Then we start to gain momentum and slam fuck harder and harder. All the way in, all the way out. There is no greater feeling than having the full body weight of a 200+ pound pig bottom crashing onto my rock hard party cock over and over again like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. I admit it's hard to maintain for long because there's the danger of my cock missing the target and snapping in half LOL

its sad that he passed away soon after, but you have the memories (& maybe something else) for the rest of your lives. I was too scared to approach the first guy (whom I knew, was poz). Well, I was only 19, in my second year of university and hadn't come out yet. I'd found a room off campus, in a shared house in Brighton. A housemate mentioned he was gay and I summoned up the courage to admit that so was I. What followed was a two week period, during which I was taken to many of the gay bars and clubs in the town. One sticks in my mind, not only as it was my first time in a gay bar, but also because of one of the men behind the bar. Malcolm was a mature, friendly guy with a moustache (giving him that 'Tom of Finland' look, which appealed to me immensely. He was tall and slim, very friendly, but without that creepy, 'dirty old bloke' mannerism. The bar became my regular for a while and I grew increasingly attracted to Malcolm. I learnt that he was HIV, but that didn't worry me. He was still a nice guy whom I fantasised over. Trouble was, I never got up the courage to say anything to him. I so wanted to be fucked by him. Soon after I'd finished my degree and moved away, I learnt that Malcolm had passed away. Now, the bar is no longer even a gay venue. Life is full of regrets. RIP Malcolm (Aquarium Inn - Steine St - Brighton)

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My favorite part of slingbreeding is that the scene is unmistakable, bluntly sexual, and not one shred of pretending to be anything else. I have a sling set-up in one room of my house, and built a slingstand of 4x4s' in the back yard (and yes, certain neighbors can see it). Obviously, I don't keep a Leather sling outside all the time*, but the stand (w/chains) is always there. There's another in the slingroom, chains attached to eyebolts in the ceiling beams. Slings are infinitely adjustable, they are a blunt statement to any first-timer, and for a more - well - "conservative" household, they can be quickly put away, leaving only the eyebolts in the ceiling visible. The impression a sling makes when some bottom turns up is clear, unmistakable, blunt and to the point. It simply hollers "queer sex is good, it's what we need, and what you're gonna get" *for half the year, the Florida sunshine can ruin almost anything if left out for too long.

would love to meet a Jamie here, and since my birthday is close to Christmas...receive a combination birthday/Christmas gift I would cherish forever.

My preference is to meet up with anyone that would like to ejaculate inside me. A repeat visitor is a big compliment!

Sometimes we all just need to let our guard down and do what feels good at the time. What you did for Jamie was awesome. I'm sure you felt good about it after you done it. It showed how much you cared about him. Good for you.

Ok so the other day I was on sniffies and I had some crazy dude message me out of no where and threaten me and so I politely blocked him and the next day an anonymous profile messages me saying the same thing so I block and I delete my pictures and adjust my profile and I add an old picture of my cock with a quarter on it and I had two guys hit me up that I had chatted with in the past and one is in one town and about 30 miles away is the next guy well I just so happened to have work in both those town so I start chatting them up and I tell the second guy that I have another friend that wants to fuck my ass on the same day and he replies “great, bring your used juicy as over afterwards I love to fuck a used hole” so I’m like jackpot. So I hit up the first guy to see if he will be around during the day and he is so it’s a go. So I do my work and I swing by his place and he answers the door and he is about 5’9” 185 and a beautiful 7.5 cut BBC fully erect and he invites me in. I remember from chatting with him in the past and that he is no bs no chit chat just fuck. So I say where do you want me and he says “I want you to ride me on the couch” so he sits down and I peal off my pants and stand on either side of his legs and I lower my freshly cleaned ass and he grabs some lube and coats his cock and gets another splash and rubs it on my ass and slides a finger in and I lower my eager ass down slowly. Now it’s been a few weeks since I’ve had my hole worked over so it’s taking me a while to open up and I can tell he is getting pissed so he offers me some poppers and I’ve never really messed with that before but I figured what the heck so I grab the bottle and hole one nostril closed and breath in a super deep breath and I hold it and then I feel it rush over me and I feel his hands pull my hips down and his cock slides right in and he starts fucking me like a wild man and he’s saying stuff like “you came here for my nut, and I’m gonna give it to you” and I’m in heaven I’m just trying to hold on to the back of the couch and he is jack hammering from under and then he just stops and wraps his arms around me and picks me up and turns around and sets me down on the couch and pushes my knees up to my ears and says “open up baby” and he slams 5-6 times hard and then he lets his nut loose. He holds it there for a few seconds and I feel his cock throb a couple more times and he pulls out. I grab my pants and underwear and start putting them on and he says “ you can go clean up in the bathroom if you want” and I say naw I’m good I’ve got another buddy that wants to fuck my used hole here in a few minutes and he says “damn I knew you was a freak” and he laughs and I Finnish getting dressed and he says “hit me up any time, you got a nice ass and I’d like to get into that on the regular” and I say hell yeah and I leave and head to the next town. While I’m driving I can feel his load coming out and my ass checks are all sticky and my ass is throbbing. So I shoot the next guy a message and he says just in time he just went to lunch and he shoots me the address and then asks if I have a used hole for him and I reply back “yep fresh load inside” and he reply’s back “just the way I like it slut” so I pull up and knock on his door and he answers and pulls me inside and hastily takes me back to his bedroom and he is pulling at my pants and I ask him how do you want me and he says on your knees on my bed. So I get on my knees and offer up my ass for inspection and I can see him rubbing his nipple with one hand and spreading my cheeks with the other and he says “oh damn he did a number on your ass” and I say oh yeah and he says “yeah but not like what I’m about to do” he then grabs this leather strap thing and puts it over my mouth and buckles it behind my head and then he grabs my hands and ties them with some rope behind my back and I see him jacking his nice 8.5” cock and he says “yeah I’m gonna make you my bitch now and he spits on my hole and starts working his cock in. I have never been bound and gagged before and I must say it was quite an experience having someone completely control the situation he fucked me how he wanted and didn’t give two shits wether I was enjoying it or not, I was just there to take his cock and completely surrender my hole for use. Idk how long he long stroke fucked me like that but my second hole was taking a beating and I was just laying there taking it and he was talking dirty but I don’t even recall what he was saying till he came and he just grunted really hard and said “take my seed you little slut, take all of it” it was kind of a blur but when he untied my hands I got up and he load is running down my legs I looked at the bed and saw I had cum hands free. He was probably hitting my prostate just right and my jut just ooozed out. Anyway I go to the bathroom and I clean up and there was some blood which always freaks me out but my ass has never been so sore even after the dp I had. I’m going on 4 days now and my ass is still sore. Once it heals up I might try to do that double load fuck again.

for various reasons i hadn't been fooling around for a couple of months. perhaps i got rusty? 😜 out of town for thanksgiving i decided to do door unlocked waiting. i'd done similar at home or at a hook up's but never in a hotel before. no sooner had the headless anon torso w the big dick dmed "almost there" i suddenly began to panic. alone in a strange town? what was i thinking? it wasnt even a hotel but a small B&B so the other guests were like roommates, able to hear. if he tried to rob or beat me, would i call for their help? i needed a plan just in case my luck was up. best case scenario, he was legit but would the str8 couple from the midwest still look me in the eye at breakfast tomorrow? face down ass up in the dark, i heard the front door open, the footsteps on the creaky old steps, the ridiculous haunted house like squeal of my room's door and then the presence behind me, the sound of belt being unbuckled, pants being unzipped.. this was it, the moment it went in one direction or the other i felt the hand squeeze an ass cheek, then come down w a hard smack. the plop as a hefty schlong landed atop my crack. the deep "just so you know what you gonna be gettin" followed by a few more dick slaps on ass. i could hear lube being applied and then the fat head pressing against my hole. i'd like to say i winced in pain when he entered, but who am i fooling. the whole thing just slipped right in as i savored the raw dick of a complete stranger, no questions asked, bare up my ass. fucking is one of the few tasks i've been able to get close to mindfulness on. just relishing the in n out sensations not letting my mind rush ahead or away. no sounds but the increasingly ragged breath of us both. just as things got heated, he spoke for the 2nd and last time "you want this load? tell me you want this load! get ready! ah ah ah" then the beginning but in rewind: the plop of a fat cock dropping out of a stretched hole, the zipping up, the belt buckled, the squeaky door, the receding steps, the closing of the front door and then just me.. alone, in the dark, ass up, full of an unseen stranger's cum.

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

Last week I sucked a guys cock at the platform at the train station. Maybe he saw my 'cocksucker' tag around my neck or he saw the light blue handkerchief hanging from my right back pocket of my jeans. Or he just recognized my faggot face, but he sure knew I am a cock sucker! I'm catching the train every day early in the morning to go to work. Because it is so early, I'm normally the only one waiting on the platform except for this young homeless guy sleeping at a bench at the back of the platform. Last week there was this other guy walking to the far back dark part of the platform and I followed him there. When I arrived he had his cock out of his jeans and I just sank to my knees and sucked his cock like I did every day at the rest area. A couple of minutes later, as i was throating his delicious cock I saw our train arrive. Just before the train came to a halt he shot his load down my throat and we got on the train just in time. The train conductor made a comment about still having some seed hanging down my beard. It was awesome!

same my first was also bbc but i think id prefer that regardless what really sticks in my mind about that first time that i seem to always be searching to recreate is that despite being my age he was much more experienced and so took an instant in-charge attitude and even started training me on how to do it properly. i still love dom guys "making" me do faggot things 😜

I can just imagine Jakey telling the guy his kinkiest darkest fantasies and then bring them to life with some more clouds, booty bumps and slams. I am really enjoying this story, thank you @Baresub

I was 35, two years into a ‘relationship’ I’d lost my virginity with. He would always withdraw, cum on my cock and balls. It was me who urged him to cum inside. Took some work but we got there in the end.

Chapter 1: The Making of a Sailor It was dark down here inside the ship’s hull. No light could penetrate into the cargo hold in the night time. Dark, but not silent – the endless creaking of the ship’s wooden fabric and the masts, the rushing roar of the ocean’s waters on the outside of the hull, the sloshing of water in the bilges – the cargo hold was always a noisy place. By rights, Andrew should have been asleep in his cot. But he had an appointment down here which he was anxious to keep. Earlier in the day, he had cornered one of the apprentices, a handsome youth named Peter, and told him, “Meet me in the aft cargo hold at midnight.” Since he was the second mate, and Peter a rank beginner as one of two apprentices in the crew, Andrew had no fear that his orders would be disobeyed. The ship’s bell rang, pairs of strokes with a pause after each pair. Four pairs. Eight bells. “Where in hell is Peter?” Andrew wasn’t aware that he had actually muttered the words aloud. “Here, sir,” another voice responded out of the darkness. Andrew peered in that direction and caught a glimpse of a pale form coming towards him. As Peter drew nearer, Andrew was pleased to see that he had already taken off his shirt. “Good. You know why we’re here.” Peter nodded, and without further ado slipped out of his trousers and underclothes, exposing his lower body – the buttocks swelling in a tempting curve, the cock already lifted clear of his balls. Andrew did the same, gesturing wordlessly to his erect manhood. Peter dropped to his knees with all the grace of his eighteen years and went right to work on Andrew’s tool. With almost no delay, he managed to get the whole thing deep into his throat. Andrew smiled between his moans of pleasure. An experienced young man, not a rank beginner who had to be shown what to do at every step of the process. Andrew was prepared to train newcomers, whether to sail the ship or to suck and get fucked, but he much preferred to work with more experienced young men. Peter was experienced – no doubt about that. His talented mouth and throat worked wonders on Andrew, and before long he simply had to pull his cock out. He didn’t want this to end until he had sampled the young apprentice’s enticing ass. He pulled Peter to his feet and spun him around. Peter knew exactly what was intended. This man wanted to get right into his hole with no waste of time and get his rocks off as fast as possible. Well, that was fun enough in a way – but he was hoping he could entice the hunky second mate into staying a bit longer. Perhaps he could even flip the action if he played his cards right. He’d certainly noticed Andrew’s hand straying to play with his own ass as Peter sucked him. Peter planted his hands against the frames of the hull, leaning forward and thrusting his sweet round ass cheeks out and up. Andrew’s hand landed there again, several times, with considerable force, before it slid into the crack and his fingers began playing with Peter’s hole. Andrew’s cock jutted up even harder and higher as he felt that squirming hole clenching at his fingers. It was time. He added some more spit to his hand, wiped it over the head and down the shaft, and then pushed the blunt tip of his cock up against Peter’s hole. Peter pushed back, opened up, and in no time Andrew had entered him stretching him open, and thrusting further and further inside. It took only moments until the second mate’s tool was completely embedded inside the apprentice’s welcoming ass. At once, Peter’s ass began squeezing and chewing on Andrew’s rampant cock, so much so that Andrew wasted no time before beginning to hump the apprentice. His pumping action picked up speed rapidly, and the air was filled with resonant smacks as his hips bounced repeatedly off Peter’s lush round ass cushions. Peter reached down with one hand to grasp his own cock, but Andrew smacked the hand away. “No! Don’t touch it. Save yourself!” Peter grinned at what he took to be the meaning hidden within those words. He flexed his muscles, working his tight hole around the second mate’s dick, squeezing it harder and harder. He wanted this man’s cum load inside his body. Suddenly, Andrew pulled away, and snarled at Peter, “Get on your back on the deck.” Peter obediently laid down quickly on the boards, rolling onto his back and lifting his legs into the air as Andrew dropped down beside him. Andrew got himself into position, planted his red, throbbing tool against the hole, and pushed his way inside again. Peter let out another loud moan, a moan not of pain but of satisfaction. Anyone could tell that this slim, young apprentice loved having a rock-hard man’s cock inside his body. Andrew resumed fucking, pushing down into Peter’s ass over and over. Peter stretched his arms out, wrapping them around Andrew and pulling him even closer. This was the kind of fucking Peter really liked – close in, face to face, arms holding his partner as close as possible. Andrew kept heaving his hips up and down, driving towards the moment when he could seed this boy’s cute young ass. Then Peter stretched his arms downwards, grasping Andrew’s ass firmly. The second mate had just time to think, Oh my stars, this boy’s got really long arms – and then Peter sank his long forefinger deep inside Andrew’s hole. He knew he was taking a risk. Doing something like this to a superior could get him thrown off the ship, figuratively – or even literally, and with all the sharks in the ocean around them, that would certainly prove fatal. But he had guessed and taken a chance. And his guess proved right. “Oh, my god, that feels so… keep doing it, boy!” Peter kept fingering Andrew, working around until he suddenly hit the magic spot. He’d found his own, quite by accident, when he was fooling around with his own ass one day. Then an older sailor had taught him that every man has one, and how to find it. And now, his long arm and slim finger had found Andrew’s spot for him. Peter rubbed the little lump two, three, four times, and then Andrew suddenly slammed in hard, seized right up, and held himself against Peter’s body as his cock erupted, spraying an enormous load of cream inside the boy’s taut, round ass. Peter cried aloud in delight as he felt the second mate’s warm sperm gushing into him. But he didn’t pull out his finger. He was still hoping. In a couple of minutes, Andrew’s breathing slowly diminished to normal as he regained stability after that enormous climax – and it was right about that time that he realized that Peter still had a finger buried in his butt, the sensation of that finger rubbing at his magic spot was still incredible, and (most of all) that he wanted to feel a dick inside his own body. “Did you spend yet, boy?” “Not yet, sir.” “Good. Get that rod of yours inside me and drive it in there until you’ve dropped all your seed into my hole.” “Yes, sir.” Peter squirmed out from under Andrew and pushed the second mate down to the deck. Andrew laid down on his face, spreading his legs apart and waiting for the invasion. He did not have long to wait. Peter was thrilled at the thought of plowing and seeding Andrew, and he couldn’t wait to start. In no time, he had Andrew’s ass lubricated with his spit, the hole quivering from the repeated invasions of his tongue, and had his cock in place, pushing against Andrew’s tight little hole. “Relax, dammit!” Normally, Peter would never have dreamed of using such language to the second mate. But he had the man under him, he was going to fuck the second mate’s furry butt, and he was expected to dominate, to subdue, to control, and to mark his man. Having invited him to switch roles, Andrew couldn’t very well complain at being ordered around. Not that he wanted to complain. Andrew had started out acting the role of the man in charge because that was what his position in the ship demanded, but the truth was that he actually enjoyed being dominated and controlled. And now he was going to get exactly what he wanted. And Peter gave it to him. The apprentice with the smooth body and the angelic face gave a mighty shove and buried his eight inches to the hilt inside Andrew’s butthole. Andrew yelled aloud, and Peter silenced him with a flat-handed slap. “You wanted it, you’re getting it, so shut your gob!” Andrew moaned loudly as Peter began pumping into him, but another vicious slap put a stop to that. Peter had learned much from all his previous experiences with being fucked by men, and he used it all, stirring his dick around inside Andrew’s guts, dragging it out, and then slamming back in on the exact angle that would hit the magic spot inside Andrew on each plunge. It was working. Andrew was getting more and more wound up as Peter drove into him, quickly approaching the point of no return again. Peter knew it too. It was plain that this strong, aggressive treatment was turning Andrew’s crank in a big way, and Peter knew that it was time to push the lordly second mate all the way to the wall. He abruptly speeded up, driving in and out of Andrew’s hole at top speed like a mad thing. Andrew cried aloud again as his cock spasmed, shooting another load of his sperm onto the deck under him. The sudden contractions of his tight hole did it for Peter, and in seconds he was slamming up against the second mate’s muscled cheeks, bursting the dam and erupting multiple shots of his white-hot sperm into the older man’s fuck tunnel. This time both of them took longer to recover. It said much for the enjoyment he’d taken from the experience that second mate Andrew actually turned over, embracing and kissing and caressing the boyish blond apprentice at some length. And then, abruptly, their cuddling reverie was broken by a loud moan not far off, a moan which was quickly followed by the sound of several wet splats against the deck. Peter sat up suddenly. “What was that?” Andrew muttered, “Must have been the captain’s boy. He’s always prowling around at night. Get your clothes on and get out of here.” “Yes, sir.” Both of them chuckled at the sudden pointed tone in Peter’s voice. Less than a minute later, the hold was quiet again – well, as quiet as it could ever get – apart from the solitary figure groping around in the darkness, until he found what he was looking for. His hand wiped up several globs of man cream off the deck, and he licked and sucked them clean, moaning in pleasure again at the taste. There followed some quick slapping sounds, and then another series of splats as he added a few extra shots onto the deck to join the ones the second mate and the blond apprentice had spewed there not long before. In the early morning sunlight, George Treston appeared on the quarterdeck of the ship, named Ernestine IV, looking out at the skies and estimating the weather with a seaman’s trained eye. He owed his position as an apprentice to his father. George’s father wasn’t merely the captain of the Ernestine IV. He owned this ship and three others, as well as dock facilities in Jamaica, Antigua, Barbados, and the Bahamas. The Treston company was a known and respected commercial presence throughout the British Caribbean Islands. George stood with his feet braced apart, swaying easily and naturally with the send of the vessel as it climbed and swooped over the waves on passage from Jamaica to Antigua. This in spite of the fact that he was barely fourteen years old and only on his second voyage. That is, it was his second voyage as a formal member of the crew with assigned duties. You could only call it the second time if you discounted the many earlier trips in which he had sailed as a boy, following his father everywhere above and below decks and learning the essentials of the trade – and of some other incidentals – by watching, listening, and remembering everything. As it happened, he was remembering the lively scene he had witnessed in the cargo hold the night before. The memory was making him grow hard yet again. George had been intrigued, not so much by the role of Andrew, the second mate, as by his fellow apprentice, the smooth-skinned, blue-eyed blond boy named Peter. He’d looked like a son of the gods when his clothes had come off, and George wanted to enjoy coupling with that beautiful body the same way that Andrew had done. Of course, getting a chance to be fucked by either Andrew or Peter wouldn’t be a bad thing either. George had seen it all but had yet to experience any of it – beyond the thrill of playing with himself. His attention shifted again, as a change in the wind called for the sails to be trimmed anew. George scurried to join the others at the halliards. Once the bustle of trimming settled down, he resumed his thoughts. The early growth of George’s seafaring knowledge and skills had owed much to his father’s insistent drumming of the essentials into his head at every turn as he grew up. It owed even more to the fact that trade between the multiple islands of the Caribbean, and between the islands and North America or England, had been the family business for several generations. The letter “IV” in the name of the company flagship, Ernestine IV, was proof of that, she being the fourth flagship of the Treston firm to bear that honoured name. Ernestine had in fact been the ship’s cat in his great-grandfather’s day, a more than dedicated mouser and ratter. The sailors in Ernestine’s time claimed that she was the most valuable member of the ship’s company. None of this was ever explained to outsiders. They were left to suppose that “Ernestine” had been the lady love of the company’s founder back in Bristol. Let them think that. It wasn’t something that George’s father, Edward Treston, had ever talked about, either, maintaining a resolute silence in the face of persistent questioning from George’s mother, an island woman whom his father called Esmeralda. George’s earliest voyage of all was the absolute height of foreshadowing, not to mention unorthodox. The boy set sail into the world of ships and the sea via the birth canal. His mother produced him after an extended labour aboard a small coastal vessel making a rough passage from Kingston around Jamaica to Montego Bay. She had informed her “husband” Edward that she wished to go to her mother’s people on the north shore of the island to birth her child, and to be cared for afterwards. Esmeralda was no fool. She knew perfectly well that Port Royal was full to the brim with highly competent gamblers, bootleggers, and whoremasters, but suffered from a distinct shortage of such feminine luxuries as trustworthy midwives. Edward had consented to her plan, albeit reluctantly, and in accordance with local tradition had given the captain of the coastal trading packet a substantial bribe, with the promise of as much more to come, once his wife was delivered safely and unharmed to her mother. After that farewell, he had himself set out on one of his regular trading voyages to San Juan. The treacherous waves accompanying George’s birth were triggered by the catastrophic 1692 earthquake which swept most of the boozy, riotous pirate city of Port Royal into the ocean, taking the headquarters of the family business with it. Edward’s timing for his voyage to Puerto Rico had been perfect, in the sense that he and his ship were unharmed although somewhat tossed about by the ensuing seismic waves. After returning to a wharf and warehouse which were missing in action from an acreage of land which was no longer to be seen, George’s father shrugged, wrote off his losses, and set to work to start over again. In the event, this actually meant setting up shop in a newer and bigger warehouse and wharf farther up the bay on the inland side of what remained of Port Royal Point, facing the site on the mainland which would henceforth be known as Kingston. In due course, Edward built up a fleet of four vessels. Once George had reached the age of eight, his father began taking him along on some of his trading trips around the Caribbean Sea and up the eastern coast of the Thirteen Colonies. Not so the longer voyages to and from England, which lasted for months at a stretch. Captain Edward needed to supervise his company’s affairs on the spot, and disappearing into the far reaches of the North Atlantic Ocean for months at a time was a task best left to his subordinates. Was George’s father actually married to his mother? That was something that George was never able to find out for certain. There had certainly been a ceremony in Port Royal, of a sort, presided over by a gentleman dressed in the robes of a Church of England divine. Edward George Treston and Esmeralda had sworn the oaths of a conventional marriage to each other and had honoured those hallowed oaths – at least in word, if not always in deed. But there was a catch. There was no formal certificate of marriage. Port Royal being the kind of city it was, the odds were pretty good that the presiding “clergyman” was actually a former priest of the Church of England who had been defrocked due to sinful excesses of gambling, drunkenness, whoring, you name it. The wedding, then, such as it was, likely lay well outside the bounds of the orthodox marriage vows. That, as matters developed, was certainly an omen. Like most men from Europe who found themselves in the islands, Edward Treston made no real pretence of being faithful to his wife. Esmeralda might have been the light of his eye, but there were others who drew his attention below the waist. Esmeralda knew this perfectly well, going to great efforts to try to flush any other women away and out of his life. Perhaps it was fortunate for both of them that she remained unaware that there were also men she should have driven off. Edward’s onboard adventures had begun when little Georgie, less than a year old, was still being cuddled and nursed at all hours of the day and night by his mother. Need it be explained that Edward was a seething mixture of frustration and physical discomfort by the time his ship sailed after a two-week break ashore? His mating organs nearly burst into flames on the spot when Hugh, the boatswain, introduced Sean to him, explaining that the previous apprentice had disappeared before he could be paid off. Sean had providentially been right there on the dock when he heard Hugh complaining that they needed that extra pair of hands and the young guy who had taken off would have to be replaced. Sean immediately stepped forward and offered himself, and after a few quick questions was brought aboard to sign the apprenticeship agreement. Watching as Hugh issued orders and the crew made sail and hoisted in the anchor, Edward was pleased to see that Sean listened and followed orders uncommonly well for a novice, not to mention the enticing sight of his buttocks rounding out the seat of his breeches. His upper body was soon on even better display as the tropical heat forced him to strip off his shirt. Edward could have sworn that Sean had caught his eye for a second and had then begun to twitch and clench his ass muscles in alluring enticement. When Sean came off watch duty at 8:00 that evening, Edward was waiting for him. “Sean!” “Yes, sir?” “When do you go on watch again?” “Not until 4:00 in the morning, sir.” “Good. I have a job for you to tackle. Come with me.” Edward led the way down to the stern of the ship, where he opened the door of the captain’s cabin. As soon as Sean saw the bed, his face broke into a hot grin. When Edward closed the door, Sean immediately stepped up, reached out, and palmed his crotch through his breeches. “Is this the job you had in mind, sir?” Edward’s quiet moan confirmed that Sean was on the right track. So did the roaring erection which bulged up inside his pants in no time flat. Edward quickly realized that Sean should already be rated as “Able Seaman” in at least this area of work. His new apprentice was far from inexperienced, and very soon a wet stain was growing on the front of the captain’s breeches. By this time, Edward had torn off his shirt, and he now stepped away to remove his breeches as quickly as possible, until he was standing in the cabin naked. Sean positively licked his lips in anticipation as he went down to his knees and began to lick on Edward’s rigid cock. The captain groaned aloud as the young but skilled apprentice went right to town on him. His hands buried themselves in the boy’s flaming red hair and pushed him repeatedly down onto his senior officer’s manmeat. Sean knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he was going to get results as a steady stream of sweet juice leaked out of that swollen dick and onto his taste buds. But even with that hint, he was startled at how soon the climax came. In barely two minutes, the captain began panting, “Oh… oh… oh… ohhhh…!” and then his muscles convulsed, and a thick blast of white cream exploded into Sean’s sucking mouth. Sean sucked and swallowed as fast as he could, but he was no match for the flood which backed up in his mouth and flowed down his chin. Edward grasped at the timber framing of the ship for support as his knees began to give out under him. Edward gasped for air as Sean swallowed the last of his load and then stood up in front of him. His bright green eyes locked with the captain’s dark brown eyes as Edward gradually recovered his normal poise. “Will that be all, sir?” The question sounded perfectly respectful, but as Sean asked it, his hand went again to the captain’s cock, giving it another squeeze. As he did so, he noted with pleasure that the tool in his hand showed no signs of softening. Nor was that surprising. “Not in the least.” Edward reached out, grasped Sean’s hand, and drew him close. He kissed the boy’s lips lightly at first, then much harder, as his hands reached around to grasp the young ass and draw him closer. Sean was loving being embraced so tightly by this impressive man, but he wanted to feel it closer still. He took one of Edward’s hands and guided them to start pulling his shirt up over his head and off. Edward drank in the sight of a taut young body, lightly dusted with freckles as he might have expected with a redhead, with the pert nipples poking out at him. He then lowered his hands, and began tugging the boy’s breeches down and off, exposing the lower half of his body to view. No argument was possible. Sean’s ass was a thing of beauty, and Edward couldn’t wait to enjoy it. He turned Sean around and stepped up behind him, rubbing his wet cock up and down in Sean’s crack as he worked his hands up and down the front, from the pec muscles to the cock and balls. Then it was Edward’s turn to drop down onto his knees and bury his face inside Sean’s deep crack, spreading the round hills of the youthful ass apart so he could drive his tongue right down and into the hole. Here, again, was the proof that Sean had done this before – and many times. Almost at once, his tight hole yielded and let Edward’s tongue slip inside him. The captain kept tongue-fucking the apprentice until Sean was moaning nonstop, murmuring, “I want it… I want it…” over and over. Edward stood up again, spat in his hand, spread it around the head of his tool, and then planted the bulbous tip against the hole and began to push. At once, the boy’s ass spread open, and his head slid right inside before the muscles snapped shut behind the rim. He then pushed on, slowly but steadily, as his shaft sank all the way inside this beautiful young hole. Sean was sighing and moaning quietly in his delight as this stalwart man took him all the way, fucking his hole right to the bottom, over and over. As the speed of the fuck increased, Sean braced himself against the massive oaken rib curving up along the cabin wall, straining to hang on as his captain used his ass, fucking him into a dazzling haze of erotic sensations. That firm, straight cock was bumping up against his button every time it drove in, and Sean knew he was going to cum soon. He tried to hang on, but in just another minute the captain was fucking the cum out of him – and he hadn’t even grabbed and stroked himself. “Awww… fuuuck…!” he cried aloud as the sperm rocketed up his shaft and spilled onto the deck in front of him. Despite the sudden clenching spasms from the muscles, the captain kept right on fucking him, harder and harder. In moments, Sean began cumming again, and then yet again. Edward kept right on driving into him as the waves of orgasm kept washing over him. The repeated muscle spasms gripping his cock started pulling Edward up to the brink, and then he erupted in multiple shots inside Sean’s clenching channel. Finally the cum stopped flowing, Edward stopped moving, Sean stopped cumming repeatedly, and the two of them slowly wound down from the most incredible climax either of them had ever experienced. When Sean’s ass forced Edward’s slowly shrinking dick out of the hole, it was followed by a tidal wave of his hot sperm. The semen flowed gently down Sean’s legs, even as Edward tried to lick it all up. Then he stood up, turned the dazed apprentice around, and kissed him deeply, using his tongue to share all that hot cream with his partner. Sean clung to him, partly in ecstasy, and partly to keep from falling over. That powerhouse fuck and endless orgasm had really worn him out. When Edward realized that Sean was struggling to stay on his feet, he picked the lad up and carried him in his arms over to the bed. He laid Sean down there, pushing him back against the bulkhead, and then lay down next to him, drawing his partner into his arms. They embraced and kissed gently. “Sean, that was amazing.” “Amazing doesn’t begin to describe it.” “Would you like to do this again?” “Not tonight. I’m done.” Edward chuckled. “I meant tomorrow morning. Or tomorrow night. Or whenever.” Sean realized exactly what Edward wasn’t precisely saying. It took him just a few seconds to think of a comfortable bed versus a swaybacked hammock, sensational sex on tap, and best of all the tenderness in the captain’s voice when he’d asked his question. It was an easy decision. “Yes, I would. I’d love to. Thank you, sir.” And they fell asleep together, arms wrapped around each other. In the morning, he’d sucked a first load out of the captain’s dick to wake him up properly. Then, that night, he’d let Edward fuck him and cum inside him twice more. Scarcely deterred even then, he’d sucked Edward into yet another erection, took that raging tool back into his hole – and the two of them had fallen asleep like that, big and little spoons, with a blissful smile on Sean’s face. He loved falling asleep with a man’s hard meat deep inside him, and Captain Edward, experiencing that treat for the first time, found it just as enjoyable. The two of them had remained a regular couple, at sea at least, for several years. Between Sean when out at sea, and Esmeralda when at home, Edward was completely contented. In time, Sean’s skills on the business and navigation side of things led Edward to appoint him as first mate of one of his other ships, Euphemia. He and Sean both missed their long relationship, losing no chance to revisit it whenever both of their ships were in Kingston at the same time. Now, with George having come aboard his ship, Captain Edward restrained himself from any further activities of that kind as he bent his energy instead to raising the next generation of the Treston family. It was an active education. The captain was a stern taskmaster, and he began at once to drill his son in the fundamentals of seamanship. He also tutored the boy in mathematics and astronomy, scientific backgrounds of immeasurable value in a shipping business. By age 10, George had his own sextant and was taking noon solar sights and working out the ship’s position with commendable care and accuracy. In practical terms, young George applied all the energy and fearlessness of youth to mastering the skills of climbing the rigging, and soon could be found racing up and down the ratlines with a speed which would have done credit to the most experienced of topmast men. Edward also lectured his son, in short but trenchant episodes, on the basics of the mercantile world, the skills of negotiating deals, the values of different cargoes, and the kinds of record keeping which would endear him to his shore-based customers. Edward wanted to shield his son from some of the rougher aspects of life on board ship, and had the young boy sleep beside him, on a small mattress on the deck in the captain’s cabin at the stern. Alas for good intentions, George was an even more than usually inquisitive boy and managed to explore all kinds of nooks and crannies – which was how he had first spotted men fucking together. He also managed to find out a good many other things which his father would rather he hadn’t known about – some of them involving Edward’s propensity for slick and underhanded business deals. One thing, though, he never learned about until years later, and that was his father’s liking for a firm male ass to fuck when a woman was nowhere to be found. George’s father knew without a doubt that his son was going to figure it all out sooner or later. Men at sea in wooden ships got just as horny as men on land, and they saw no reason to keep their bodily needs in check while out on the ocean and without female company. There was scarcely a night that didn’t see at least one roaring fuck scene played out in the cargo holds of any of the Treston ships. Other crew members, more brazen still, simply ripped off their pants, bent over the breech of one of the cannons, and took a fellow crewman’s raging erection right out in the open. In time, it was plain to see that Edward Treston had every expectation that his only son should follow him as the sixth generation owner of the family business, and he was making certain that young George should be as fully prepared as possible. Only son? Yes – and George was destined to remain so, as far as Edward was concerned. Nine years after her son George was born (and after she had miscarried twice), Esmeralda became pregnant again, under circumstances which had appeared decidedly suspicious to Edward. She had insisted, amid floods of tears, that the child was indeed his and no one else’s, but he remained doubtful. Then Esmeralda had given birth to twin girls, both of whom shared Edward’s distinctive dark-red hair colour when their hair grew in. Edward had the grace to admit contritely that he had been wrong. But Esmeralda wasn’t there to see or hear herself vindicated. She had died shortly after childbirth, bleeding uncontrollably, and George had suffered the first devastating loss of his young life. He had loved his mother, not least because she had treated him with great affection – which was more than he could say for his father, who often regarded him as more a business apprentice than his child. George was not altogether wrong in feeling that way about his parents, but he was very far wrong in extrapolating this to a belief that his father was incapable of any human feeling. The truth was far otherwise. Edward mourned for his Esmeralda, mourned to a degree which would have shocked many older and more experienced men than his son. The fact that he concealed his grief under his customary stern, gruff countenance when outside of his own private quarters proved less than nothing about his emotional state. In his own way, he was overset and knocked off his feet just as much as his son. Esmeralda had reached places deep inside his emotions which no one else had ever been able to touch in any way. Despite his pain and loss, Edward was acutely conscious that he had to make some provision for his three children, and he filled the gap in the lives of his infant daughters by acquiring Phoebe, a slave girl with a better than average command of English, to be their nurse. He then arranged, through his contacts, for her to live with the babies in the home of Richard Lajambe, another merchant who now lived full time ashore in Kingston. For his son, George, his provision was to take his son with him again on his next voyage.

Name: Alex, age 57 Location: Biddeford, Maine text: 2073707559 Neg married cheating cumslut. I want your toxic babies. 5’8” bear, 220. X: @bbbugfkrme bbbugfkrme@gmail.com

all the above. Will West fucks so well - love seeing his cock work a hole close up and then plant his seed in. Jeff Allen was just so sexy - a real crush, what with that face and body - taking dicks left, right and centre. Mitch Banning with that tattoo. One man I would add - is Rob Edwards, so handsome and so piggy, looks great in leather and in a sling!- his hole opening up for fists is so hot. he really got me into ff.

Loaded up on 21st birthday. Got super drunk, went home with a 50+ top guy and he bred me all night. I woke up sore and confused. He explained that he loved filling me up with his babies and that I was begging all night for me. He bred me sober and we dated for 5 months.

There is absolutely nothing sluttier than being a bottom gangbanged in a sling with people watching. I HAVE to take all cumers. The absolute trolls. Sometimes I look up and see guys who know me in "real life" and are shocked to see me in this position... but hey, they're in a bathhouse, too. 😉 And yeah, they have some fun with me. (Awkward when I see them in the cafeteria at work the next week.) And a sling in a bathhouse is the gift that keeps on giving, cause when I'm "done," walking bowlegged back to my locker... with spooge oozing out from between my big buttcheeks -- k, I am bad about "losing" my towel -- sometimes the guys I'm walking past wanna grab me by my titties and fuck me right there in the hallway or on the stairwell. I mean, I'm clearly a PIG.

Sorry for the delay guys. I thought i had painted myself into a corner, but a quiet night alone with some weed gummies got me moving on this again. I think there will be one or two more parts and then this one will be over. ============ 5. A family of whores We all laughed and Justin reached down and and buried his tongue in Ben’s mouth. Then he got Ben back on his hands and knees, face to face with Adam and spat on his furry hole. Justin slid his cock all the way inside the big jock boy in one thrust and said “fuck. This pussy has some miles on it.” Ben laughed and said “I’ve been a greedy hole for a while now. I’ve already taken 4 loads tonight. I fucking want MORE.” Adam whimpered because I was watching Justin and Ben fuck and neglecting my boy’s cunt. I started to fuck Adam’s hole hard while he begged me for as much of my cock as would fit inside him. I spat in his face and told him what a dirty whore he was for taking so many strangers’ loads in a dirty bath house. He just moaned and leaned over to make out with his boyfriend. They looked incredibly hot together. Both furry as fuck. One tall, one very short and both dirty fuckin pigs taking loads. After a few minutes I could feel my load coming on and looked into Adam’s eyes and said “you ready for it, baby boy? You ready for Dad to knock your sexy cunt up?” Adam looked at me with his huge pupils, spat in my face and said “is that all you got, Daddy Faggot? Come on you can do better than that.” He spat again, this time right in my eye, and quickly grabbed my head and pulled it down so he could lick the spit off my face. I continued to fuck Adam on the bed, with Ben right next to him. They were furiously making out and Ben kept reaching over to feel my fat cock slide in and out of my son’s front hole. He was almost jerking me off while I fucked Adam’s cunt. They both moaned as they made out, and I could feel a huge orgasm building in my nuts. I’d rarely been so turned on before. I realized I was about to go over the falls and saw that Justin was just ahead of me, pounding Ben’s big muscle jock ass. Ben started to egg him on, begging for his load. “Please breed me, sir! Please dump your babies in my pussy. I need to get knocked up SO bad. Please, sir! Give me a load in my worthless faggot cumdump.” Justin laughed and said “don’t worry jock boy. It’s coming. Right. About. NOW.” Then he held his cock all the way inside Ben’s hole and I could see his nuts throbbing. Justin pulled off a hat trick by breeding everyone in the room. He still had to fuck Adam’s butt cunt for a perfect score. Watching Justin breed Ben’s huge ass turned me on so much that I immediately went rigid and my cock dumped the biggest load I’d shot in months inside my son’s cunt. Adam grabbed my ass with one hand and pulled my cock as far inside his hole as he could. With his other hand he grabbed my face and shoved his tongue so far in my mouth I thought it would come out my nose. I had to pull away from his kiss so I could take in some air, but then I immediately shoved my tongue back in his mouth and continued to kiss my sexy little fag boy as hard as I could. My cock slowly deflated and slid out of his cunt. Ben immediately dove onto Adam’s front hole with Justin’s cock still up his ass. Justin continued to periodically thrust so his cock stayed lodged all the way inside Ben. Ben was happy as a pig in shit and ate Adam’s cunt ravenously, coming up for air with a huge grin on his face. “FUCK DUDE. I can’t believe I just ate your Dad’s cum out of your cunt!” Sperm was dripping off his beard, and I leaned over to kiss him and licked some of it up. Then we all collapsed on the bed and I noticed the was door open. Justin laughed and said “I thought you guys would enjoy an audience.” We all laughed and invited the guys watching in the hallway in for a turn at whichever hole they wanted to breed. The first one up was the tall blonde kid from the dark room, waving his big fat cock around. “Who’s up for another load, faggots? I already fucked the dad, how about I fuck the son? So fucking hot. Which hole you want my cock in, pig? Your choice.” Adam laughed, rolled onto his back and spread his cunt. “Fuck my front hole, pig. I love feeling a tall guy pressing down on me while his cock is shoved all the way in my hole.” He spread his cunt lips apart and jizz continued to leak out of his hole. He scooped it up and rubbed it all over his boy cock. Then he grabbed the blonde guy’s cock and lubed it up with more scum from his pussy. The guy just moaned and said “FUUUUUUCK. This boy is SPUN UP. Should we spin him higher and keep breeding him all night?” Adam pulled the guy’s cock toward him, scooting off the end of the bed to give the guy easier access to his cunt. I got up on the bed and started making out with him, whispering in his ear to ask him his name. “It’s Jack, and you?” I told him everyone’s name so we would know who was breeding who. I reached around to touch his hole and could feel that it had been used as well. I pulled my finger out his hole and shoved it in first my mouth, then his. “How many loads, son?” “Oh, you like that, fag daddy? You wanna fuck my pussy too? Got 6 loads in there already.” I laughed and said “of course, son. But first I wanna watch you rape another load into Adam’s sloppy cumdump. Justin was sitting up, idly playing with his cock, watching Jack fuck Adam, while another random furry guy walked up behind Ben, pushed his head down, pulled his ass up and slid his cock inside Adam’s boyfriend. Now they were both taking cock like the whores they were. The guy fucking Ben didn’t last long and dumped what sounded like a big load in Ben’s hole. Another guy quickly took his place and 3 other guys pulled a train on Ben’s ass while Jack fucked my son. I got behind Jack on my hands and knees on the floor and ate his furry ass (the only part of him that was furry was his ass and legs), teasing the loads out of his boy cunt. “Fuck yeah, Daddy. Do that. Eat those loads out of my pussy. He reached around behind himself and pulled my face into his hole as hard as he could, all the while keeping his cock inside my son. I pulled my face off his hole and caught my breath, breathing in his sweaty nuts and soon started stroking them. Jack moaned loudly and said “fuck yeah, Daddy, pull on my nuts. Pull on them hard. Yank em!” I laughed and grabbed onto his balls, twisting his low hanging fruit as hard as I could. Jack moaned like a whore, while I dove back into his hole sucking out as much stranger cum as I could as he started his shallow breathing and I could tell he was going to shoot his load. Jack bellowed loudly and leaned down and yanked Adam’s face off Ben’s so he could kiss my boy as he was breeding him. We all lay in a heap on the bed again as the last car of the train pulled into the station and unloaded another load in Ben’s hole. This time from a thick, hairy cubby guy with a huge uncut cock. That rando took off and I shut the door so the five of us could take a breather. Justin reached over and grabbed another one of my buttplugs and shoved it in Ben’s pussy. After a couple minutes of making out with Adam and playing with his front hole, I took two more plugs and shoved them in each of his holes, causing him to yelp a little bit. I looked at the four of them, grinned and said “I dunno about you faggots, but I gotta take a wicked piss.”

I wish i knew about this at the begining of 2024. I think i would have included a daily or maybe weekly recap of my routiine, just toI see if any patterns emerge. One thing i did do, starting about 2 weeks into Jan 2024, Everyload that was pumped in me, I recorded on web cam me working the cum back out. Looking forward to the New Year. I

Getting Away, Part 8 The DJ is good and Matt hits the dance area after dropping off the booze, making a drink, and saying hi to their booze hosts. Matt hears “Rhythm of the Night” start and bolts for the dance floor. “This is the Rhythm of the Night. The Rhythm of My Life.” Matt can’t help himself. He squeals a bit and starts rolling his hips to the music. “Round and Round we go each time I hear you say………….This is the Rhythm of the Night.” He feels some hands on his hips as he slides into dancing with someone else. Matt dances as the sun sets and doesn’t come off the dance floor until the DJ stops. Lots of guys are watching the sexy twink dance in his own world. Paul dances too. Guys come over to say hi and dance for a bit with Matt or Paul or on their own. “July bottom” comes over for a bit. Jay comes over and dances with Matt until the DJ stops playing. Top 2 comes over to dance with Matt and Jay. As each guy comes over, Matt has a new drink. As the DJ closes out, she invites everyone to the Moonlight Swim and Camp Fire. Matt, Paul, Jay and one of Jay’s friends get together and decide to head to the Moonlight Swim. Paul and Jay’s friend head over to the cabin to grab towels, swimsuits, and drinks. Matt and Jay run to the bathroom, but its got a line. Matt remembers the bathhouse he used earlier that day. As they get close to the bathhouse, they hear the sounds of sex. As quietly as possible, they approach the bathhouse. They see Other Bottom/Top 1 from earlier getting fucked against a tree. He is moaning and saying “Fuck me.” There is another guy stroking his cock waiting. Matt turns to Jay, “I’m a little jealous. That’s hot.” Jay says, “Right?” They use the bathroom. As they come out, Other Bottom/Top 1 says “Cum in Me.” The guys watch for a bit. The top grabs Other Bottom’s hips and jams his cock inside. He pulls out and the other guy steps behind Other Bottom and slides his raw cock into the ass before him. Matt turns to Jay and says, “Fucking hot!” Jay says, “Yeah. It really is. But are we going to watch a guy get fucked or go get fucked ourselves?” They laugh and head toward the pool. Jay tells Matt that he has had sex in the field about 300 feet behind the fire pit. He says there are usually a lot of guys out there looking for dick or having sex because most guys are sharing cabins, RVs and campsites. And some guys don’t want their friends to know what they get up to. Jay shares a few unspoken norms that can cause some guys to not have fun. 1. Most guys fuck using condoms. 2. Bottoms are generally responsible for bringing condoms if they want to use them. Tops might have a condom, but don’t depend on it. 3. If you don’t want to have sex with someone just say, “No thanks” or something like that. Some guys get offended or make a scene and that is not considered cool. 4. It’s generally fine if guys watch the sex, don’t get offended. I mean you’re already having sex in public, why be shy. The guys arrive at the pool and campfire. Another DJ has set up and is playing music. Jay introduces Matt to the rest of his group, but Matt can’t hear anyone’s names over Ricky Martin’s “La Vida Loca”. These are all generally attractive guys in their 20s. Rugby comes over says hi, kisses Matt and grabs his ass. Rugby says, “I want your ass again soon.” Matt looks at the group of guys he just met who heard and saw the whole exchange, turns back to Rubgy, lightly punches his big pec and says, “You’re drunk. But come find me later. I might be drunk.” Rugby, not used to getting rejected, just stands there for a bit while Matt resumes his conversation with Jay and his friends. Rugby turns to leave, Matt excuses himself from the group, pulls Rugby aside and says, “That was a little rude. We had fun today and I’d like to have fun again, but what happened to ‘Don’t Kiss and Tell’?” Rugby apologizes and says, "Hey. We had fun. I'd like to have fun again later, but I heard some guys talking shit about you at the Dance and I got a little butt hurt by what they said." Matt groans...."I've been here a couple days and guys are talking about me. That's annoying." Rugby says, "Well you are hot. Guys are gonna talk." Matt rolls his eyes, gives Rugby a hug and Rugby hugs back almost engulfing Matt’s twinky body with his bulk. They disentangle themselves and Matt walks back toward Jay’s group. Just before he reaches Jay, Matt turns back at Rugby and loud enough for Rugby to hear about 10 feet away, says “And aren’t I the one you should be butt hurt?” Matt smiles. Rugby laughs heartily. And as if on cue to this moment in life, the DJ’s playlist starts Jennifer Lopez’s “If I Had Your Love.” Matt looks directly at Rugby, sways his hips to the music and mouths the words….”If you had my love, and I gave you all my trust would comfort me?.....And if somehow you knew that your love would be untrue would you lie to me and call me baby?” Rugby laughs again and mouths the word "Bitch" at Matt. Matt winks at Rugby and turns back to Jay’s group. Jay’s friends are all curious about the seriously sexy big dude and their interaction. Matt, trying to display the discretion he’d like to see in his partners, says “We got our wires crossed. We are good now.” The guys are looking at Matt for more info but without hearing any additional information, they move on to other things. Paul appears with drinks. High dude says, “Hey Jay, your baby daddy is here.” Jay says, “Whatever dude” and turns to talk with Paul. Matt says, “I’m going to see what’s up at the firepit.” A couple of Jay’s friends, including Hugh dude, come with him. High dude seems to be trying to flirt with Matt, but Matt can’t tell because half the things he says to Matt and the other guys are either awkward or insulting. Matt sees Snake. He leaves the guys to go say hi. When Snake sees Matt, his face breaks into a big smile. Snake kisses him and slips his arm around Matt’s waist. Matt says, “Hi to you too.” Snake says, “Been having fun? “July bottom” gave a full report.” Matt’s face drops a bit on hearing the news that he is news. Snake catches the look, realizes that this fish isn’t fully on the hook yet, and says, “No way babe. I love hearing that you are having fun. I want you to have fun while you are here. Hopefully the more fun you have, the more fun I have. You get me?” Without revealing any details of “July bottom’s” weekend with Snake; Snake says, “’July bottom’ told you he had a fun slutty weekend up here last year right?” Matt nods. Snake says, “Babe. He had fun. I had fun. He’s a nice guy, but do you think all these guys like him just because he is nice? He’s bragging a bit because you are hot. He was the hot, new guy last summer.” Snake laughs and says, “Please have fun. A lot of fun. And, ummmmmmm……would you like to have some fun with me later? I’d like to.” Matt agrees and they agree to meet by Richard’s firepit again in 30 minutes. Matt goes back to Jay’s friends. High dude says, “You’re popular. Who was that?” His tone is off, almost accusatory. Matt says, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m going to refill my drink.”

He just left after a quick session, didn't have much time today so it was a very rough and hard fuck, didn't bother with rimming me or lube, lucky I already had a load in me! as he stepped in my house he immediately stripped as I was put in doggy for him, presenting my hole as he pushed in, no mercy, all the way in with one hard shove, and then, the plowing began. he was on a mission to unload, kept telling me what a good slut I am and how he enjoyed breeding my pussy, how well I can take his rough fuck and keep his load, unlike his girlfriend (I grinned when I heard that lol) this fuck lasted less then 10 minutes before he deposited yet another HUUUUGE load in my hole. quickly after he shoved a plug to keep all the cum in me as I was cleaning his cock from all the cum and my ass juices. as he was getting dressed I asked if he told his coworkers and he looked at me puzzled, asking if I was serious cause he thought it was just a joke when he said that yesterday lol i told him my holes are there to service him and all men there if he wants to share 😉 I am hoping this time he's gonna spread the word and maybe I'll get some more builders stopping by on their breaks 💦🐷

He rolled over to the side, and I couldn’t help but look directly at his slick hard-on. My gaze travelled up his rather nice, lightly hairy physique. He was coated in sweat and my mind once again went to licking it up. Then I met him with his returning stare. ‘Like what you see?’ ‘Oh shit. Sorry… Fuck.’ I quickly looked away. ‘Relax, man. I like it when people watch.’ Cindy hopped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of her moist pussy dripping with cum. ‘You didn’t wear a condom.’ ‘I’m a Christian. It’s against my religion.’ He smirked as he, too, hopped off the bed, went to his suit pants, pulled out a small plastic zip-lock bag with powder, and tossed it to me. ‘Pure this on the glass coffee table next to you.’ Then he flung a $100 bill at me. ‘Our night has only just started.’ Then followed Cindy into the bathroom, Hard cock swinging back and forth. It was like I was pumped for life. I knew I chatted Shawn’s ear off to the club. I was energised and eager, licking my lips for something grand. Something spectacular. The music was pumping, laser lights shooting in all directions, and the decor was a far cry better than the brothel. It was crowded, but Shawn seemed to know people, and we got a nice VIP lounge not too far from the bar. I recognised a few celebrities and immediately knew we were in a prestige place. I learnt something new about Shawn. He was a networker. ‘Steve. This is Matt.’ A large veining hand reached out to me. I looked up to see this incredibly handsome-looking man looking down at me as I slipped my hand into his. He was older. Older than Shawn, from what I can tell. ‘I said I would give you a good time, and Matt will help.’ He winked at me. I looked back at Matt, who seemed to be evaluating me. ‘Oh, I see. Shawn, you know I have a partner. I’m ok.’ ‘Shut up.’ Matt growled and lifted me off the couch. ‘You better do as he says, Steve. Matt does and takes what he wants.’ I had no time to contest and was dragged out of the VIP area through the dance flow and out the back through a side entrance to what I could only presume was a private area for VIP members. ‘Shawn told me about your situation.’ ‘Situation?’ He threw me into a dimly lit small room. It was cozy, and it must have been soundproof because the music from the club was muffled to a simple thump in the background. Matt went to a cabinet near the bed and opened what seemed like a mini fridge. He tossed me a bottle with a blue liquid in it. ‘Drink it.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Shut up and drink.’ It had a horrible taste, but it was soon forgotten as I watched him unbutton his white shirt to reveal his solid, hairy body. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the grey mixed through his dark fur. At this moment, I realised I had not reached out to my partner. ‘Fuck! I need to make a call.’ Now wearing only his suit pants, Matt picked me up by my arm and threw me on the bed. ‘You ain’t calling no one.’ And pulled my black tee off over my head. He leant me down my back as he rubbed his large fingers over my smooth skin. He seemed mesmerised, and touching became firmer. I could feel the calluses on his hands. He must do some physical labour. He did this for a while. I guessed he liked what he was seeing. Touching. Then, he moved away and went back to the cabinet. I started to feel a little spacy, light, and kinder horny. ‘You drank a lot of G, boy.’ ‘What the fuck!’ ‘Relax.’ He turned back around, this time with a glass pipe in his. ‘No. No way. Nose candy. Sure. G well, I’ll go with it. But I won’t be having that.’ ‘SHUT UP!’ He pulled me off the bed and made me hole the pipe. It already had sharps in it. He tossed me the lighter. ‘Smoke until I tell you to stop.’ ‘No.’ He grabbed me around the throat and pulled me close. I could smell cigar breath on him. ‘Shawn said you will be resistant. That’s fine. Because I like to fight. I’m in control, and I like my young boys fucked up.’ He pushed the pipe into my mouth and moved my hand with the light to the bulb. I lit up.

Oh boy. No offense, but this is the point where you lost me. Unless you're a medical professional with sufficient context, you're just reading pages online. I have a hard time comparing the risks of PrEP to the risks of being on an HIV treatment regimen even if they do involve the same drugs, because the dosage may be different. You're also comparing someone with the virus to someone without it, which may be an insignificant difference, but maybe not? It's just not apes to apples. I've been on it since 2016 and never had a problem. As with any drug, side effects are on an individual level. What has been proven is that when used properly, PrEP is the most effective method we have for preventing the spread of HIV. And if you follow the regimen the doctor sets for you, you should be getting tested for everything under the sun every three months, which will spot problems like effects on kidney and liver function early. I doubt we're going to find out decades from now that PrEP is the new Thalidomide. The original drug used for this had been used to treat the infection for decades, and the new most common drug used is only a slight tweak of the chemical profile of the original which actually lowers the risk of impact on kidney and bone density. In short, I trust the medical literature that says it's safe for just about everyone, and does its job. And I'm hesitant to stir up the spectre of side effects for fear that people might choose not to take the drug and put themselves at risk for something much worse. I'll let a person's doctor have that discussion with them.

It is a painful piercing. Healing will take a few months. One thing that you must do is to move it daily eg if it's a bar move it back and forth.. as if you don't your skin will grow and attach to the piercing and that will be as painful as the original piercing. Good luck!

My bf left for Toronto last Tuesday and is on his way home today. Within that time span between work and hanging with some friends I was able to get 12 different cocks, with multiple encounters with some of them since he's been gone. Sucked off three married straight men from the fabswingers site, two of which I convinced to breed me. Ended up having the biggest n thickest cock I've ever seen (which I'll provide a picture of) in my mouth and ass. Got my ass destroyed by a super fit couple. Met up with some old fwbs. Convinced a few guys who were very cautious of playing that I never get laid so that they would breed me. Met a fucking stud at his glory hole would loved my cock and ass so much that be bred me for 45 minutes and came inside me three times, fucked like a stallion. Literally bouncing on one to two cocks a day the entire time my bf was gone. Haven't had a good go of being a total whore like this in a long while and it was much needed. Got a hot guy who wants to breed me now but not sure when he can get avaliable, hopefully before my bf gets back in town haha. Love being a cheating whore and the best part being that my ass is so unnaturally tight my man will never know how many cocks I've managed to take while he was gone. He's gonna eat and pound my ass once he gets back and be none the wiser that I've whored myself out all week. Wet just thinking about it all

Part 4 As my new property lay on the bed in a daze, I grabbed some ties out of Daddy's closet and found a a nicely used jockstrap in the laundry hamper. Grabbing a wrist, I quickly tied it tightly to the headboard, and followed suit with the other. Then I shoved the jockstrap into his mouth and tied it into place. Lastly I tied his ankles in the air, spreading them apart, leaving his oozing hole exposed and vulnerable. "Don't go anywhere boy." I laughed as I left the room, as if he could! He pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him, but I had some shopping to do. And besides, he wouldn't be alone for too long. A buddy was already on the way over to graciously keep my bitch occupied. I jumped in the Escalade and went on my way. I was gone for about two hours, returning with all kinds of toys and party supplies, courtesy of Daddy's credit cards. I approached the bedroom to sounds of moans and grunts. Enetering the room I saw my buddy Dante standing by the bed, stroking his hard cock while a guy I didn't know was between my whores open legs, sawing his big cock in and out of Blake's newfound pussy. The teenage sluts eyes were rolled back into his head as he moaned non stop. My own snake started to rise while I watched my boy take it again from a total stranger, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. "Sup man!" Dante greeted me. "That's a damn hot new cunt you found! He's gonna be popular! Oh, that's my new friend Kenny currently using him. I figured you be cool with it." "Fuck yea brother," I said, "that little white bitch needs to be totally broken in! And after tonight, he should be!" Kenny just howled as he buried himself as deep as he could into the helpless boy underneath him, grinding his wirey pubes into the tender ass flesh. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside Blake, adding his load to the several already up in there. As he pulled out, a light pink liquid oozed out of the gaping hole. "Damn that pussy felt good! I never had me a white boy before. They sure are sweet!" Kenny said as he wiped his slimey cock off on Blake's smooth ass crack. Dante wasted no time shoving his hard, black cock up the hungry, pink hole. Blake just let out a long, low moan as he was filled again. Dante grabbed his thighs and pounded the boy as hard as he could, pulling out til just the tip of his cock remained in the cunt, then slammed back in all the way, forcing Blake to grunt from the force. Eventually Dante went rigid and shot his hot load with the others. "Take it cunt!" he shouted as he spit on Blake's face. "Take another load of niggah cum, you filthy white slut! Your new master is gonna make good and sure you get lots!" After he pulled out, we all stood back admiring Blake's growing rosebud. Soon his sweet little pussy will truley look like a blooming flower. I took a buttplug out the bag of toys I bought, and placed the tip of at the stretched out enterence of Blake's new pussy. And it was a fat plug, long and black, with a wide base, wider than even my cock. "Look at me boy!" I ordered him as I started to slide it into him. "Look into your Masters eyes as I plug up the hole I now own!" Blake looked at me with his glazed over eyes as the plug slid in further. Eventually it reached the point where it was meeting resistance, and I stopped, pulling it out. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and the poppers. I untied his gay and pulled the jockstrap out. I wanted to hear him scream as the fat plug ripped his cumhole open even further. I poured some poppers onto the jockstrap and placed it over his nose, then attached the clamps to his little, pink titties. He hissed in pain as they dug into his tender flesh. Then I placed the plug in his wed hole again, pushing in to the point of resistance. "Look at me boy, and tell me you want it! Tell me you are my property now. Beg for that little pussy to be plugged!" "Yes Sir," he meekley croaked, unable to deny what he truely wanted. "You own me now Sir," his voice trembled, admitting out loud his new position in life. "Please put your plug in my ass." SMACK!! My palm slapped him hard across his smooth face, instantly leaving a bright, red mark on his creamy, white skin. Blake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "That is not an ass boy!" I spat at him. "That will never be an ass again! That's a pussy, a cunt, a cumdump, a fuckhole! That's what you will call it from now on! That's what it is! Now tell me what you want! BEG ME SLUT!" "Please Sir," he started, his eyes tearing up, "please plug my pussy!" SMACK!! Another hard slap to add to the first. "Whose pussy is it bitch? It ain't your pussy no more! It's mine! Tell me that!" "Please Sir!" he begged. "Please plug your pussy!" With an evil grin I grabbed the chain connecting those sweet, pink, teenage boy titties and pulled hard and fast, ripping them off as I rammed the rest of the fat buttplug all the way into his dripping cunt. "AAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!" Blake screamed at the top of his voice as he jerked in his bonds, unable to escape the pain in his burning tits and inflamed cumhole. His head thrashed back and forth as he howled in agony. "Damn bro!" Dante laughed. "You are one mean niggah!" I just smiled as I watched my new slave start to calm down. "You know I am! And he'll get MORE tonight." I laughed back. "Party starts at 10, will probably go all night. Come on back." "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Sorry to hear that! Like Pupslut, I believe only moderators (and the original poster) can edit posts. The standard policy for doing so that I've seen on this (and other) forums is for the moderator to leave a note explaining why something was edited. It isn't my place to do so, but if I were you, I'd contact a moderator to ask them to look into this. I have trouble believing it was edited for grammar, spelling, or style, as I've seen some stories that weren't very well written — and yours are very good indeed. (I still enjoyed the ones with errors, but I'm an editor, so I notice that.)