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I had only been in the job for a few weeks, but that was long enough to justify an invitation to the work Christmas party. As my first job out of school this was never going to be my forever job, but I still didn’t want to make a fool of myself at my first Christmas party. I was pretty nervous about going, especially as I had been flirting with the much older guy in accounting. Flirting may not be the best description given my clumsy attempts at inuendo, but he had been very patient with my corny lines, like “want to give me another load” when I came to collect the mail. He was obviously gay, probably late 30s, but in amazing shape. Taller than me and very well groomed. I had always known I was gay but had always been too scared to let that show at school. I was a total virgin, but having just turned 18 and joined the adult environment of the workplace I was slowly coming into myself. I still dressed terribly, and really fulfilled the image of a “twink” without really wanting or trying to. I don’t think he had any doubts that I was into him but seemed to regard it as a schoolboy crush and nothing serious. Up until today he had barely said anything other then being polite, but having asked again if he had a load for me he replied with “be careful what you wish for sweetheart or you might get more than you bargain for”. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I did know it made my cock twitch in my pants. I was nervous as hell going to the Christmas party alone, but managed to walk into the bar without sweating too much. Inside I was devastated to see the target of my inuendo snuggling up to his boyfriend. The invitation did allow for a plus one, but I didn’t have a plus one, and the thought had actually never occurred to me that he did. It hit me like a bit of a gut punch, but I didn’t want to let that show. I got myself a drink at the bar and went to mingle with the other lower down staff at their table. I figured I would have one drink, try to smile and look like it didn’t bother me, and then go home to be a lame loser at home. I chit chatted for a while about nothing in particular, finished my drink and suggested I needed to visit the men’s room. Figured I would quietly sneak out without anyone noticing after. I was just finishing in the men’s room, just zipped up and turned around when the boyfriend came in. Similar stature to my work colleague. Well groomed. Smelt delicious. I had to admit they were a good pair. He said a friendly hello. I tried to smile, but I was pretty down. “Don’t look so down Honey” he said. “After all, this is a party! I know just what you need”. Before I knew what was happening he had me backed up against the wall with his tongue in my mouth. I felt him transfer something into my mouth. He pushed me away, grabbed my hand and as he was writing something on it he said “Here, go to this address, they will give you what you need”. I stumbled out the men’s room door, reeling from my very unexpected first kiss. Thankfully the door was not visible to the main bar so none noticed my red face and I managed to slip away unnoticed as I had planned and stepped out onto the street. I started the dejected walk for home, but began to feel very weird. I remembered whatever it was that he transferred into my mouth and aster a bit of trying managed to fish it out. It looked like a child’s sticker. Just a square of paper with a smiley face emoji on it. Great, he just thought I was a kid. I tried to keep walking, but stumbled to the side. My legs were not working properly. I was a couple of miles from home, I wasn’t going to make it in this state. I looked at the back of my hand at what he had written. It was an address, not far away. I had to walk past it anyway. Maybe I could shelter there if I needed to? Thankfully it was only two doors down so I didn’t need to go far. By the time I got there everything was swimming. I couldn’t focus my eyes to even make out what sort of place this was. I couldn’t focus to use my phone. Maybe at least whoever was inside could help? I knocked on the door and collapsed on the front step. The door opened soon after and I was helped up by strong hands. My head was spinning and it was surreal to see the face of a bearded old fat man picking me up. In my bewildered state I stammered “Santa??” “Oh no” he half chuckled in a sadistic way. “But I do have a magic and very full sack that gives special gifts to good boys”. He dragged me inside, closed the door and dropped me in the hallway. “Don’t go away!” he joked and disappeared into another room. I heard what sounded like moving furniture and a few minutes later he returned. “Good boy for waiting” he said, “now come and see what is in my sack for you!” He picked me up by the hips and mostly dragged me doubled over into the room. He half threw me so my chest landed on a padded bench with a hole in it for a face like a massage table. It was only half length, so my legs hung from the hips off the end. Before I knew what was happening he had removed my shoes and socks. Then my pants and jocks. Then he worked me out of my shirt and jumper till I was naked, slumped face down over the bench. I he stepped back a few paces before I heard the digital snap sound of a phone camera. Then I heard him dialling and a brief terse conversation. “Got a live one here…. Yeah just sent you the pic of his ass…… I don’t care what you’re into this one will be worth it I promise…. Look, just get the guys…. I am going to make a start without you. I will leave the door unlocked. He looks pretty out of it, I reckon we have at least 4 hours. See you when you are here.” I heard him hang up and put the phone down, and then rustling, clunking and the occasional zipping sound, with the unmistakable jiggle of a belt buckle. “Time to empty my sack, Boi” he growled. “Get ready for your gift”. With that I heard the pffffftttt of gel being squeezed from a tube, followed by the schlick schilck schlick sound of it being worked onto a stiffening cock shaft. The excess gel was rubbed onto my hole before it was violated by one, then two, then three fingers. After a quick twist the fingers were withdrawn and I felt a heavy warm beer rub my back. I felt hands at my ass as one cheek was pulled aside and he guided himself to my hole. I felt him nudge the head inside before collapsing onto my back and forcing himself deep. I felt a searing pain as my ass tore to accommodate him and felt his hips back to get himself deeper. I felt his full ball sack pressing mine before he propped himself up on his arms and started stroking in and out. Slow at first, but building in speed as his pleasure grew. “Fuck that is a tight hole” he grunted, not to anyone in particular. “Is this your first fuck?” he teased, knowing full well I was incapable of responding. “Don’t worry, we’ll have you well stretched by the end of the night. Send you home properly bred. I am glad I get you to myself for a while before those sick bastards get here. Give my DNA a head start. I hope I am the one who knocks you up!” “Fuck…. So tight…. Really gripping me…. Fuck you want my load don’t you….. you want it….. dumb little fleshlight…. Fuck… get ready for my load…. That’s it…. That’s it…. Squeeze daddy’s cock….fuck yeah…. Fuck yeah…. Fuck yeah…. Take it… take it… take it…” the last words faded into grunts and I felt his balls tighten and his shaft throb and felt spurt after spurt of his toxic seed coating the bruised and bleeding walls of my asshole. He collapsed on my back, breathing heavily while his spasm faded. Then he withdrew and replaced his cock with a butt plug. “Give my seed a better chance to take root. Better go put some drinks in the chiller for the other guys. It is gonna be a long night”….

I don't pull out. I just don't put it in. Next.

3 hours ago. He stopped off on his way to work. GF is on a business trip and he wanted to bust a quick nut before he got to the office. He left 4 hours later. We both got 2 loads up the ass.

I just don't have sex with bottoms who won't let me cum in them...so much less hassle.

I make it very clear from the beginning: I fuck raw. And I don’t pull out. However, I will respect a bottom who doesn’t want my load - by not even hooking up. I’m not going to waste my time on him.

I’m unable to wrap my head around “unwanted cum”. Without exception, I’m so glad you’re fucking me I want you to cum in me. And I always answer the Are you clean/ok/safe question with Yes because if I said no he might not put his bare cock in me. Shoot in me, and be glad the 4 men who shot in me before we me made me wet enough that you can easily get balls deep inside me before you inseminate me. And leave the door open when you leave, thanks

i had never been in a sling before this night. i went to a sex club and rented a room that had a sling in it. After a couple of vodka mini's (that i snuck in) and a heavy dose of poppers, i opened my door, left it wide open, climbed onto the sling and put my feet in the chains, leaving my cunt hole totally exposed to anyone and everyone that walked by. It didn't take long before i was approached by this guy who was tall and thin. He asked if his buddy, C.J. could fuck me while he watched from underneath the sling. Of course i agreed!! He warned me that C.J.'s cock was rather large and that he could fuck for a long time without cumming and asked if that was ok? Again, i had to say, "YES"! C.J. walked in with a beer can-sized erect cock and i thought for a second that i may had made a mistake by saying "YES" so quickly! The guy took his place underneath the sling so his head was lined up perfectly with the edge of the sling. C J. took some lube from the nearby bottle that i had brought, lubed up my cunt hole by slowly putting, first one, then two, then three fingers inside. my cunt hole was already pretty loose because i had been playing with some of my toys at home before coming down to the club ( i actually drove the 20 minutes from my house with a good-sized butt plug lodged inside my cunt). After about 5 minutes of fingering, he rubbed his lubed hand all around his beer can-sized cock and put the tip against my opening. i took a huge, deep inhale from my popper bottle as he slowly pushed his way inside me. C J. didn't stop pushing until i could feel his pubes brushing against my cunt cheeks. He asked me if i was ready for this. i took another long, deep hit from my popper bottle, left it under my nose and nodded that i was ready. At first, he was slow, steady and would pull almost all the way outside of my ass cunt until slowly pushing his huge cock all the way back inside me. i kept taking hit-after-hit of my poppers as his pace became faster and faster. i had forgotten about his friend until i heard his words of encouragement directing C.J. to fuck me harder...and C J. did. The faster and harder he slammed his huge meat into me, the more and more the sling would rock back-and-forth and the more his friend would tell him faster, faster!! One brief moment, i looked over towards the doorway and it was filled with guys watching...some were stroking their cocks, while others were just watching the show. i turned my head back to watch C.J.'s face and took some more hits from my popper bottle. i am not sure how long he had been fucking my outstretched cunt hole... probably about 25-30 minutes... because i was floating on a mixture of pain, pleasure and an incredible popper high. i hated to admit that my cunt hole was getting really sore from the continued battering it was taking from C J.'s cock, but i had to. I, reluctantly, told C.J. that my hole just couldn't take any more and that i/it needed a break. i felt his monster cock slowly slide out of my cunt hole, knowing that he was leaving it gaping wide open. His friend slid out from underneath the sling and the two of them left without saying a word, while i was left there panting and sore. After a couple minutes, i freed my legs from the chains, closed my door and laid back onto the sling completely sore from his relentless fucking. i laid there exhausted and sore and floating...it was INCREDIBLE!!! i went back to that club many times before moving out of that city and never saw either of them again. i knew that i just couldn't take anymore of his huge cock that night, but have often regretted not letting him finish off by eventually cumming inside my asscunt...🥹. my love for slings started that night and has grown steadily more and more each time that i'm used and abused in one!!!

Near miss for my bucket list the other day: waiting room of the sexual health clinic in a provincial area of the UK, several guys waiting. Everyone was terribly British and staring at their phones trying not to notice one another. I played the Grindr notification noise loud on my phone to see what the reaction of the others would be, but it happened just as the nurse walked through - she stopped in her tracks and said "I know that noise and this it isn't appropriate behaviour for here". The guy opposite blushed and said 'Oh, sorry' and shot me a cheeky glance. I got called in then, and when I came out he'd gone. Almost but not quite... Anyone done it in a sexual health clinic?

While cruising the State Park during a hot July summer, I decided to take one of the woodsier trails back into the wilder areas. The trail almost got lost in the underbrush, but I kept on walking. It was pretty quiet until I came into a small clearing that couldn't be seen from the road. There right in front of me was a Japanese man with his wrists cuffed and tied to seperate trees lifting him on his tip toes. His was completely naked, and his feet were similarly cuffed and tied barefoot and giving his body the appearance of an "X." Beside the man, was a table with different implements on it including lube, toys, riding crop and flogger, tit clamps. and more. Also, to my dismay ... condoms. The man felt my presence, and said, "Hey. My wife caught me smoking. I am not supposed to smoke anymore, but she caught me. She said I had to do this as punishment for my disobedience. I only ask that you play safe. You can do anything you wish, but please use condoms for fucking." "This is hot but kind of weird man," I said. I was surprised, but also turned on quite a bit. This fortunate find was stirring an aggression I didn't know I had in me. This fucker disobeyed his wife, and now he was gonna pay the price. I had on easy to kick off running shoes, shed my shorts and underwear, but kept my wife beater t-shirt on. He was smooth all over, and had a Dad bod, with some muscle. It was obvious he was pretty sedentary during his work week. I on the other hand played soccer everyday and didn't have an ounce of fat on me, which made my cock look even bigger. Under my shirt, I had a light smattering of hair and a treasure trail that reach down to the treasure this man would soon discover. I was fairly lean with a 5'10 frame, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Eyes that right now I am sure looked black. I went up and said, "Well, if I help you out, what is in it for me?" "Any thing you want?" "Anything huh?" With that I set up my camera phone on a nearby stump where he didn't see it. You could tell he was getting cold by the goose bumps on his skin and his rigid nipples. Even the little hair around his nips stood straight out. I ran my hand lightly down his back causing him to shiver. "Its your lucky day. I have some frustrations to work out," I said matter of factly. Among the toys was a ball gags, which I securely fastened to his head. It was really tight to the point that he made gurgling sounds as his tongue adjusted. I took a balaclava type mask off the table and put it over his head so he couldn't see. I got really close to his neck and licked a bit of his persperation. He shivered. I picked up the ruthless looking tit clamps with a chain tying them together. I tested the sharpness and tightness of the metal clamps. I whistled. "You might feel a little pinch." I matter of factly attached the left clamp and gave it a tug. Whimpering came from under the mask. "Oh you liked that. It sounds like it felt good. Lets do the other. I gave it a little extra pinch.'" The whimper loudly this time. I grabbed the chain and gave it a pull to the dismay of the man hanging before me. He tried to cry out, but nothing but gurggley whines. He also wiggled trying to get free. "We are just getting started friend." My backpack was still on, so I swung it off my shoulder and opened the zipper and pulled out some Icy Hot. The muscles in my back had been giving me trouble, so I kept some on hand for after practice. I took some of the cream and rubbed it all over his balls and his tiny plump dick, making sure to not miss his piss slit. He was relieved at the gentle massage until the medicine in the cream started it's slow burn. He cried out, "Peeefs stup." "I don't understand you, and I find it irritating that you are distracting me," I growled. I then put some of the cream on his already inflamed nipples. I grabbed the riding crop off the table, and then I grabbed his burning nutsac and pulled them back between his knees. I took the riding crop and gave him six good whacks with the crop on his balls. He tried to scream. "Those were for my enjoyment. Your wife gets four as well, because ..." Whack "You!" Whack. "Didn't!" Whack. "Listen!" Whack. The mask hung sweat soaked as he was trying to get away. The mosquitos were having the time of their lives drawing out his blood little by little. A wasp landed on his right pec. I took the riding crop and hit him so it stung. By the time I crushed it, It had gotten him six times. "Are you allergic to wasps?" He shook his head no. "That's a good thing for you friend. ... That wasn't out of bounds, was it? You said I could do whatever I wanted too, right? Oh, and we forgot to agree on a safe word." Silence. I walked up and washed his balls with some bottled water he had on the table. The cool of the water startled him and he shuddered. "I believe I asked you a question?" and I tugged his chain so hard the nipple clamps ripped off leaving red welts. He tried to scream and spit out a glob of sputum. I took the glob and smeared it is his crack. I took the water botter and shoved the top in his asshole and squeezed water into his rectum. Again he tried to pull away. The water came out as I used my two meaty fingers to pry it open. The water was clear. "Good boy. Now answer my question by nodding 'yes or no' before I take some of that stinging nettle you trussed yourself up near like an idiot, and apply it to some very sensitive places where the oils will burn and burn and water won't help." His head nodded in acceptence. "You said I could do whatever I wanted. Yes or no?" He nodded in agreement. "I brought along a little something something that might help you actually enjoy some of this fun we're having. Would you like that?" Head nodding through sounds of crying. I reached into my bad and found a plastic baggie full of shards. I took a fairly large one placed it at his hole, and took a small butt plug I had slightly lubed and pushed the shard it, causing instant burning. More writhing, crying, gurgling from the man hung by his extremities between two trees. "You will get used to it, you smoking disobedient asshole. You'll get to love it. Your wife will wish you still smoked a pack a day when I finish with you. We haven't even used half the stuff on this table yet." I then took a rope off the table and tied a loop around his nuts and pulled them tight to thick branch of a fallen tree and then tied his dick by the glans to the tree in front of him pulling it tight in the opposite direction. It was slipping off the tip of his dick, so I used the clamps to secure the rope. He writhed in pain as the clamps latched on, which caused his sac to painfully stretch. I took the toys and started fucking him with it and the moans that once were painful short bursts soon became calmer. Until I took the crop with his dick and balls again. The mask was soaked and to keep him from dehydrating, I ripped the mask off, and looked into his shocked eyes, removed the ball gag, and shoved the bottle in his mouth and squeezed. The water both choked and relieved the man. I refastened the ball gag, and watched as his eyes ran down my body to my hard thick 8 inch cock. "Oh yeah. That's going in you" The man looked frightened and then his eyes discovered the toxic tattoo on the back of my neck as I pulled off my tshirt. His eyes watered and I could tell he was trying to beg for mercy that he wasn't going to get. RIght then I heard the weeds move and a branch break as a passer-by was geeting too close for comfort. The park ranger stood before us. His darked chest hair poking out of the neck of his uniform. What do we have here?" He asked. to be continued.

I don't usually hookup with men as I'm discreet and not out of the closet, but I was insanely horny and got onto Fabguys out of curiousity, seeking older cock. An older daddy in his 60s dm'd, he had a playroom and various kinky rubber/leather outfits and was fairly local, I made the trip over there also wearing tight rubber latex gear, the nerves were growing, before I knew it I was at his door, it was too late to turn back. He greeted me wearing a shiny black rubber catsuit and riding boots, he had a metal cockring on. He directed me to the playroom, where there was a fuck bench and sling in the center of the room with hardstyle techno music on in the background. I got onto the sling and he begun lubing up my hole, my cock has never been so erect. I noticed he rubbed his bare cock head onto my hole, I told him I was hesitant to unprotected, he popped on a condom and begun pumping me, he was 7inches, fuck it felt good with his balls slapping against my hole. I was jerking hard whilst he was inside of me, he picked up the momentum and shot into the condom in what seemed like it had only just started, he took it off and I put it over my erect cock and I continued jerked with it until he was ready to go again. My mind was in a state of trance, I asked him to pound me raw, I felt so gay and dirty that I was brazen enough to be fucked bareback, he slid his cum covered knob back into my hole and begun thrusting, it felt so fucking hot taking bare raw cock, we were talking so filthy, moaning and groaning, I asked him to "pound me", "breed me" and to "shoot that spunk into my hole", he asked if I "wanted breeding", I was gagging for it, he sped up and got deeper, then finally spunked into my hole, it felt so warm with his bare cock erupting in my ass, I couldn't hold back, I pumped my cock fast and shot into the used condom, both our hot loads mixed into the used rubber. He plugged my hole so the sperm stayed in and sent me on my way. I felt so gay after it was over when the clarity hit of what we was doing since I'm closeted, but within hours I was jerking hard to what had happened, but now I'm a total cumdump addicted to older bareback cock

I have experienced a lot of things in bed. I’ll never say that there aren’t new things to do, but if something is on my bucket list, I go out and find it. I was lucky in that until I was about 26 years old, I was able to suck my own dick. And it was more than just the head, going past the head and getting some of the shaft in my mouth. Unfortunately, I’m too old and not limber enough still to do this. But the one thing that still remains on my bucket list, maybe not surprisingly since I am addicted to asshole, is to rim my own ass. I know that’s a physical impossibility, something I’ll never be able to achieve. with that in mind though, it’s a huge turn on to suck a dick that has been fucking me or to kiss a man who has had his tongue up my asshole. I love the taste of Ass juices and tasting mine on a sloppy wet tongue or a dick slimed with cum, just the idea of either of those sends wonderful shivers up my spine.

I just took a load 20 minutes ago. I went to a black guy's house and he fucked me raw . He pounded my ass and held me down when he came.

My top fucking me, and his load escaping my ass later that evening ❤️

more please 🤤🫠

The only good thing about being a Mall Santa - beyond the extra pay check and the opportunity to take some time off being a bouncer at the bar - was the eye candy. Sure, brats leapt onto my lap (and more than a few managed to kick me in the balls doing so) and sure sometimes there's barf and there's a hell of a lot of crying, but some of the young dads are hot, but this year's prize definitely went to one of the elves. I'd never see him at my other job as there was no way he'd step into something as untrendy as the bear bar, but I got to see him just fine in his tight green elf pants (which were more like shiny spandex or yoga wear than actual 'pants'). And, before he put on his overly long elf jacket, I could see he was slender, sported some sharp little nipples which looked to be perfectly edible. Naturally he was a dirty blond, had soft brown doe eyes and even had dimples. He was the best damn thing I'd ever worked with - except for the attitude. I hated his attitude. See, he was a snob, an effete twink who knew he was cute and liked to drop comments into conversation to make sure we all knew who was looking at him (and that he'd noticed.) Once he found out I was gay, something I let drop casually to see if it would shut him up, it changed in tone, but his remarks were no less obnoxious, if anything, his remarks were even more unpleasant. For example I remember he said "I bet it's nice not having to worry about your gut, y'know, being a bear and all" and “I work really hard to stay this healthy and it’s a lot of work" and "It's gotta be hard to be around all the younger guys, eh? They probably blow right by you" and "I'm sure the bear community is interesting, I guess, but I'd get bored with all that flannel and denim." Stuff like that. Still, as flaws went, it wasn't insurmountable. I liked young fellows with attitude; I liked to put them in their place and drill it out of them, and as for his mouth? Well, I had gags aplenty at home. As for his crack about how hard it was to stay healthy, I had something hard I’d love to introduce him to, and damn the consequences. To him, anyway. Being Santa, I got to give the elves names, and he had no choice but to answer to Twinkie when we worked together, although his name was Parker, and I made sure to make him do any of the lifting - if only because I liked to watch him bend over, as only then would his coat slide up enough to show of his firm round ass. "Shouldn't you do this?" he'd ask, grunting lifting up the boxes of candy canes and little toys we handed out to the kids, trying to goad me on by adding "Aren't you supposed to be a big strong muscle bear under that costume?" It was said with mild contempt, and I could definitely hear it. "Oh I can lift," I replied in a low voice into his ear as he passed by, "...but I prefer to shove." He stumbled, and nearly dropped the box. His eyes widened, as I put my Santa beard on over my actual short beard, and of course I smiled at him. "What?" he asked. I smiled wider. "You heard me. We bears don't mind getting rough. Especially when there's good reason." I let my eyes trail up and down his slender form and then put on my hat and left the little changing area in Santa's village to go to my throne. When Twinkie showed up a few minutes later, he was a little more polite than usual at first, though he was back to his usual self by the end of the shift. The next afternoon, he dropped another obnoxious comment, "It's hard to find guys who care enough about personal grooming. All that hair, ick!" I waited patiently until there were no kids around and nodded at the red and over-sized white striped pole that was near the candy canes were stuffed in an open sack. "Hey Twinkie, give my pole a good rub-down." He blinked at me, obviously not accustomed to being on the defensive, and in a shaken voice asked "What?" I gestured to the North Pole. "It's dusty. Rub it down. I'm sure you know how. It's not complicated." He blushed, but I was the boss, so he grabbed some paper towel and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean it up. "That's right," I said, pitching my voice to him as I walked past on my way to the throne. "Get it just wet enough. You don't want it too slick, or you'll never get it off." I squeezed his shoulder, and felt him shiver beneath me. I watched him work, and he didn't meet my gaze at all, and just before he was done, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself. I smiled behind my Santa beard. This was going to be fun. I went in to full gear with him. Anytime Twinkie was alone with Santa, even if it was just a few seconds between kids, I'd find a way to drop a suggestive comment into the mix. "So what would you like Santa to shove through your chimney, Twinkie?" or "You want to suck on something? I got something right here." (And with that I would hand him a candy cane) or "Is your costume okay? You keep tugging at it" and "Santa could definitely use some warm buns - the pole sure is chilly." I'd grab his shoulder and squeeze when I could, and before long he was flustered and clumsy. Here was a boy who'd never had an older daddy bear chasing after him, and he had no idea what to do. His first few attempts at banter fell a little flat, and when I turned his comments into further innuendo, he fell quieter each time, just blushing and going about his day. "I'm pretty sure Santa would bring you any toy you'd like, Twinkie. You want to reach in and see what he's for you?" He blushed redder. "I bet elf-ears make great grips." This made him nearly trip. When we were changing after our shift on the last weekend before Christmas, he kept his back to me, and I admired his firm buns. When he tugged his jeans on over his elf tights I let out a little chuckle, and he flinched. When he put on his jacket and turned to leave, he saw I'd shucked down to my wifebeater and jeans, and I caught him looking at my wide chest and thick arms. "You see something you want for Christmas?" I asked him. He shook his head, blushed again, and said he'd see me Christmas Eve. "Sure thing, Twinkie," I said. "And I've got a present for you, too." He looked up, and I smiled at him in a way that made his whole body shiver. He moved to leave and I stepped in front of him just enough to make him hesitate. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled again. "I thought twinks just blow right by bears like me." He bit his lip, and had to slide by me. I let my hand brush his thigh and the back of his ass, and he let out a little breath as he escaped. I laughed loud enough for him to hear, and then got changed. Christmas Eve there were four of us working, and I brought each of the other elves a present to take home – Twinkie eyed his nervously – and when the long day finally ended, I turned to the other two and said, “You two can go ahead. I’ll give Twinkie a ride.” If they noticed his discomfort, they didn’t care – he’d made no friends of any of the six of us he worked with with his initial attitude – and they left as soon as they could. I watched Parker open up a box to put the last of the toys and candy canes in while the mall announced it was closing. “You make sure that whatever goes in goes in tight, Twinkie,” I said, and he bit his lip, working silently. We pulled down most of the more portable bits, and after a half-hour or so, I nodded. We were still in costume. “Okay,” I said. “The mall maintenance crew will do the rest before opening on Boxing day. Come on,” I said. My little elf followed quietly into the small room behind the throne, and I pulled off my beard and hat, waiting for it. I started to undo the buttons on my Santa jacket before he finally said something. He’d taken off the elf jacket – I could see his slim body trembling a bit in his plain white t-shirt and those tight elf pants and stupid curly-toed shoes. “Where’s my bag?” I feigned looking around. “Maybe one of the other elves took it?” He looked at me. “Please.” I smiled. “Let me look in Santa’s sack.” I made a show of looking in it, then said. “Nope, no clothes in there. Hey – check your present out. I know I said it was for later, but open it now.” He glanced around, then went to the box I’d wrapped and marked for Twinkie. He pulled it open quickly – he was a tearer, I noted – and then opened the lid. “You like it?” I asked, smiling. “You could wear that.” It was a green jock strap – the same colour as his elf costume – and across the waist I’d had “Twinkie” embroidered. He looked up at me. “Look,” he said, but his voice cracked a bit. “I’m sorry about all the stuff I said... You’re a nice guy.” I smirked. “No I’m not. I’m not nice at all, Twinkie. But I think you like that. Or at least, your dick does, if that semi you’re sporting is any indication.” He bit his lip, and I took a step toward him. “Tell you what, Twinkie. Maybe you should get changed, and sit on Santa’s lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas.” “I want my bag,” he said, but his voice had even more of a tremble to it now than before. “Then ask Santa,” I said, and smiled at him, pulling off the jacket and dropping it to the floor. The wifebeater I wore underneath was a bit damp from the work we’d been doing. I turned the only chair in the small room around, and sat on it, spreading my legs a little and crossing my arms. He looked at me for a long time – I imagine he was trying to stare me down – but I just held his gaze and smiled. Finally, shaking even more, he started to walk toward me. “No no no,” I said, raising one hand. I let my arm flex, and I saw his eyes shift to look. Oh, this was too easy. “You need to get dressed up for Santa.” He froze. “I...” “You want to ask Santa for a present, don’t you?” I smiled, and stretched my arms over and behind my head until my back cracked. He winced at the noise. Then he nodded. I watched him shuffle back to the box he’d unwrapped, and then he turned his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I laughed low in my throat, and he flinched again. The smooth skin at small of his back emphasized his narrow waist. I laughed again when he kicked off his elf shoes and then hurriedly peeled off his elf tights in one quick motion and stumbled a bit trying to put on the jockstrap as quickly as he could. I got a great view of his lean legs and his round ass cheeks, as pert and tight as I imagined, especially when he bent over to step into the strap. I caught a glimpse of his balls, too – he had low-hangers – and was unsurprised to see no hair on him anywhere. He stood there, facing the wall, just breathing. “Come on over, Twinkie,” I said. He took a deep breath, and turned around. The bulge in his jock-strap made it obvious that despite his mild protest, he was definitely reacting to the situation. His stomach was as smooth as I imagined, and his chest was lean and fit. His nipples were as small and as sharp as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but leer at him. He approached slowly, and I made a grand show of patting my thighs. He shifted awkwardly in front of me, and then started to sit down across my thighs. I wrapped one thick arm under his and with a quick tug I pulled him into my lap, where – no doubt – he could feel my already obvious hard-on pressed between his wonderful ass cheeks. He shifted, and I wrapped both of my arms around him and squeezed. “Well hello, Twinkie,” I said, and he ducked his head a little, his hands gripping tightly in his lap, obviously trying to cover his arousal. I put my lips to his ear. “Have you been naughty or nice?” He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “What?” I raised one eyebrow. “You know how this works, Twinkie. First Santa asks if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I let go of him just long enough to wrap my arms back around him and squeeze, pinning his own arms against his chest. He was sitting across my lap, his legs over the side of my chair, and squeezing him pulled his face more toward my chest. I squeezed again. “Now, Twinkie, have you been naughty or nice?” “I...” He swallowed. “I’ve been nice.” I laughed, and it wasn’t a ho-ho-ho. “Oh, Twinkie. Santa has a list, and he knows you’ve been naughty.” I slid my left hand across his chest, and pinched one of his pert little nipples. He yelped, and squirmed in my lap. It made me growl low in my chest, and my dick grew harder. I looked at his jock, and saw he was definitely squirming in a good way, too. “Naughty or nice?” I repeated, rubbing his nipple again. “Naughty,” he said. I laughed again. “Good boy, Twinkie,” I said. “Now, you know what happens when you’re nice?” He swallowed. “I get a present?” I nodded, and squeezed again. “Very good, Twinkie. Now what do you think happens when you’re naughty?” He closed his eyes for a second, and I shifted just enough to grind my hard-on against his butt. He squirmed again, and it felt just as good. “N-n-no,” he wavered. “Santa gets the present,” I said, and with that I slid my left hand down his back and let one finger slide between those delightfully round ass cheeks just a bit. He let out a yelp, and tried to slide off my lap. I held him long enough to let him know I could have made him stay on my lap, then let go. He slid off, but I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed hard enough to make him sit down at my feet. He looked up at me. “Time to give my pole a rub-down, Twinkie,” I said, and undid the broad flap on the Santa pants. His eyes locked on my crotch as I unfolded the pants open, and revealed the black jock strap I was wearing underneath. “Then I can have my bag?” he asked. I liked this – he was agreeing already, in his own way. “Then you can ask for your bag,” I agreed. He leaned forward, and lifted a hesitant hand. I reached out and took his wrist and pressed it against my hard dick. He rubbed it, applying a little pressure, and kept his eyes away from mine. I chuckled, and he looked at me. “I’ve seen you do better. You know better. Rub it down, boy.” He bit his lip, but shifted forward between my legs – which I spread a bit wider for him – and then he used both hands to pull my dick free of the jockstrap pouch, tucking it to the side. I’m sure the thick hair bugged him, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave my dick another tug. He watched the foreskin tighten, and then gave it another tug. I got harder, and my cockhead started to peek out on his down strokes. “Now get it just wet enough, Twinkie.” His brown eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he looked down again. His hand shook on my hard dick, and I exhaled long and loud. “Come on, Twinkie. You want to ask Santa, don’t you?” He leaned forward, moved one hand to my thigh, and then opened his mouth to suck my dick. When his lips wrapped around my cock, I let out a contented rumble, and leaned back in the chair. He was breathing quickly, and I had the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down until I was in his throat. I resisted. Barely. He bobbed his head down a bit, and I groaned. The elf was a decent cocksucker, it turned out. I shouldn’t be surprised. The loud ones are always the ones gagging for a dick. After he sucked for a few strokes, I couldn’t resist putting a hand on his head, and though he tensed, he didn’t pull away. After a few more strokes, his tongue licking my dick and him getting used to my thick cock, I tightened my hold on his hair and lifted off the chair a bit to meet his sucking with a short thrust. He gagged a bit, but I held him firm as his hands gripped my red cloth pants. “Yeah, Twinkle, that’s not bad. You’re doing good, boy.” He slurped and sucked and sometimes gagged a bit, until finally, when I was good and hard, I pulled him away from my dick with a quick jerk. His brown eyes were watery with tears from when he’d gagged a bit. I looked down at him, and he bit his lip when I tugged his hair tighter. “Please..?” he said. “What’s that, Twinkle?” I asked, amused. “Can I have my bag?” I smiled down at him. “You don’t ask from down there, boy,” I said, shaking my head. “You know better than that, boy. Back onto my lap. And ask properly.” He shivered, and his eyes widened for a moment. “What?” I spread my legs a little wider, and slapped my red-cloth-covered thighs. My cock stood tall and proud – I’d put on a cock-ring before work for just this moment. Parker swallowed, but he rose shakily, and once again tried to sit sideways across my lap. “No no no,” I said, and grabbed his waist, turning him to face me. I slid my legs between his, one at a time, and then pulled at his waist until he slid forward and crouched over my dick. He sat down with a whimper, and I felt my cock pressed between those luscious round cheeks. His face was right in front of mine, flushed and awkward. He stared at my chest. I wrapped my arms around him again, and rocked him back and forth a bit, my cock sliding along his crack. “Now then,” I said, leaning ahead and putting my beard right against his ear. “Do you have a question for Santa, Twinkle?” “Can I have my bag?” he asked. “Hrm,” I said, and shifted my weight under him, rubbing my dick between his ass cheeks again. “Santa will let you reach into his bag, since you’ve admitted to being naughty. Let’s start with that.” Parker tensed, and I leaned over – more wonderful friction between my dick and his sweet cheeks – and I glanced down to see a telltale wet-spot on the front of his green jockstrap. His dick was very hard. I pulled up the bag and held it just a little out of his reach. He leaned over to get it, and I shifted just-so underneath him, rubbing my dickhead across his pucker for a moment. He let out a little whimper, and I smiled and let him reach into the bag. He pulled out a smaller bag, one of a few I’d put in there, and he held it in one hand. I slid my hands back to his waist and pulled him back onto my lap again, grinding my dick up between his cheeks and pulling him even closer to my stomach and chest. He undid the knot on the bag with trembling fingers, holding the small red bag over my stomach and then reaching inside and pulling out the first of the two items – a small bottle of lube. He swallowed. “There’s more, Twinkie,” I said, and took the little bottle from him. He reached in again, and pulled out the ball gag. I could tell at once he had no idea what it was, and I smiled at him. “It’s to stop naughty boys from saying naughty things,” I said, and he bit his lip frowning at the rubber ball and straps. “Please, I... I’ll be nice...” I smiled, and took the ball gag from his fingers with my free hand. I pressed it against his lips, and he whimpered before opening his mouth. I pushed it in, and then put the small bottle of lube in my mouth while I took the straps of the ball gag and tied them around the back of Parker’s head. I took the lube from my mouth and smiled at the young man. His eyes were wide. “That’s much better,” I said. “Can’t say naughty things, can you?” He made a noise, and I smiled even wider. “You know, I think Santa’s pole isn’t as wet as it needs to be. Don’t you agree, Twinkie?” Parker whimpered as I uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my open hand. When I reached behind him with the hand that held the bottle and tugged him up and off my dick, he pressed against my stomach and chest, shaking as he spread his thighs and balanced on his knees in a half-crouch over me – it wasn’t a position he could keep for long. I rubbed my lubed hand against my dick, then started to stroke my fingers up between the young man’s ass cheeks, pouring more of the cool liquid onto my fingers and giving his pucker a little prod with my finger tips. Parker’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was breathing in little puffy breaths, his knees shaking against my thighs, propped up against me. I moved my head a little and found his little pointed left nipple with my mouth and gave him a little bite. Ah, his nipples were sensitive, as was his little twink rosebud. Perfect. I sucked on his nipple. The noise he made into the gag was music to my ears. I pushed a little harder with my fingertip, and he pushed back against me, unable to help himself and still perched half up on his knees. “Oh, Twinkle,” I said, freeing his left nipple and sliding my mouth across his chest to the other side. “I think you want to be nice for Santa, don’t you? Very nice indeed...” He shivered again, but when I gave his right nipple a stronger bite, his whole body shook and the groaned into the ball-gag and my fingertip slipped into his pucker. I rubbed at him for a few moments while I chewed on him, and he groaned and writhed against me, his legs now quaking with the effort to stay upright against me. His hands gripped at my shoulders, now a bit damp with sweat, and I growled as I bit and sucked and licked at his nipple. I slid my finger further into him, prodding a little further, and he groaned again. Enough. I pulled my finger free – he let out a small moan into the rubber ball. I dropped the lube, gripped my dick, and reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, aiming my cock upright between those pert round ass cheeks, right at his pucker. He cried out into the ball-gag, but gravity was against him, not to mention a big bear with a strong arm. He sank onto my dick and I felt that tight bubble butt open for my cock a few inches. He tried to brace himself against my shoulders again, and his head hung, his eyes clenched shut, while he grunted and groaned into the ball-gag. He was crouched, half-buried on my cock, his lean thighs shaking with the effort. “Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, and gave him a little buck. He cried out into the gag again, and squirmed on my dick, which only made my cock go in deeper. He whimpered and I pulled on him again. “Come on, boy,” I said. “You know you want Santa’s dick... that’s a bear dick sliding into you, boy...” I bucked again, and he cried out again, his legs shaking, and another inch of my cock slid inside him. He was so fucking tight. His voice was perfect now that it was silenced by the rubber ball-gag. “Oh, that’s a nice boy,” I growled. “Santa wants you to side down on his lap, and then you can ask him again, like a good boy...” Parker whimpered into the ball-gag, but his legs were shaking from his awkward crouch, and his ass was sending his brain the feedback that all good bottom boys get when there’s a dick half-way up their hole. He sat down on my dick, his cheeks speared on my dick, and his own dick hard and poking out now from the pouch of his green jock. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in sharp puffs from his nose, still crouched above me, his calves now bearing his weight but his legs still half-bent in a squat. “Look at Santa, boy,” I said. He opened his eyes, and met my gaze. I nodded, and slid my hands down to his waist and gave him a sharp tug towards me. My cock ground around inside him, and his surprised yelp into the ball-gag made it obvious that my cock was rubbing him just right. Typical twink bottom boy – get some meat into him, and he just can’t help himself. “Okay, Twinkie. You want Santa to give you presents, don’t you, boy?” I tugged him toward me again, my cock hard and buried balls-deep up his ass. He groaned wildly, and nodded. I smiled, and ground my cock into him again, then reached over to my bag – not the Santa bag this time, but my own – and pulled out the cuffs I’d put in there. Parker didn’t notice at first, he was enjoying my dick rubbing him as I tilted, but when he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened. “First present, boy. Hands,” I demanded. He was shaking, but he held his hands out in front of him, obeying. I cuffed his wrists together, and then pulled his arms over my head, his cuffed hands now trapped behind my neck. Then, with no further pause, I started to jerk him towards me with rough tugs to his waist. He groaned and grunted, crying out, and I felt his hands twist and writhe behind my head. “Yeah, that’s a good present for you, boy, isn’t it?” I growled, and when he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass with my hand, hard. He yelped into the gag. “Isn’t it?” I asked again. He nodded, making inarticulate noises into the gag as I ground my dick in a slow circle inside him, rocking him to the left and the right. “Hold on, boy... This hairy bear has another present for you...” I gripped under his legs, and rose from the chair. My cock, buried in his tight pucker, must have speared him as I slowly rose to my feet, and he moaned, his arms tight around my neck, his back arching, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He was helpless, hung around my neck, impaled on my cock, and totally at the mercy of his ass, which was definitely clenching around my meat. He groaned and grunted as I managed to grip his ass in one hand to hold him in place while my other shucked the oversized red pants down. I stepped out of them in nothing but the black boots now, and then walked with the young man riding my dick all the way to the one solid wall of the little hut – the one built against the back of the escalators in the mall. I shoved him into the wall, and buried my dick into him hard. He cried out again. “Okay, you little shit,” I growled into his ear. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, and now I’m going to take it out on your ass in trade.” I slammed him again, burying myself deep. “With interest.” I pressed him against the wall, and used one hand to tug his head to the left, so I could rub my rough beard all over his smooth neck before giving him a rough bite and other three hard thrusts against the wall. Parker whimpered and moaned and cried out into the ball-gag. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” I snarled. “High and mighty, but put a dick up your ass and you’re nothing but a chew-toy for the bear, aren’t you?” I squeezed his ass cheeks so tight it would bruise, and rammed him again. He cried out into the gag again and again. “Aren’t you?” He nodded over and over, agreeing as his skin grew wet with sweat. My wife-beater was getting wet with my own sweat, and I could smell us as I fucked him like the cheap little shit he was. “You ready for your last present, boy?” I snarled at him, reaching up and gripping his chin with one hand, and making him face me. His eyes were wide and they fluttered when I rammed him again and again, the friction magic with the lube and his tight hole. “Boy?” I growled. He nodded. I reached under him, and unsnapped the cockring. My balls ached with the urge to spunk inside him. Then I reached back up gripped the back of his head. I picked up my pace, ramming him ruthlessly. “Here’s your choice, boy,” I said, voice even. “You can let me breed you boy – fill you right up with my dirty bear cum and give you the gift that keeps on giving – or you can have your clothes back. Your choice.” His eyes widened as what I was saying made it to his foggy getting-fucked brain. I laughed when I realized it took him so long because he was so close to coming himself. “I’d say you’ve got about six or seven thrusts from this bear dick before you need to choose...” I undid the snaps on his ball gag and tugged on the ball-snapping it free. I rammed home again. And again. “Please!” he gasped. I rammed him again, grinding him against the wall. “Please what, boy?” “Oh!” he gasped, “Oh, oh fuck! Please! I need... I can’t...” I fucked him again, and his moan seemed to come from deep in his stomach. “What do you need? You need me to fuck you and fill you up, don’t you boy?” I rammed in hard. “Yes! I mean, oh, I mean...” His head slammed against the wall with every thrust, and reached up and gripped his head in both hands, spearing him against the wall with one last rough lunge as my balls unloaded deep into his boy-ass. His eyes never left mine, and he cried out as his own dick spurted between us, slick against his smooth stomach and rubbing into my damp wife-beater. I stayed buried inside him while my cock surged twice more, and then ground myself into him a little bit before I pulled away from the wall. His arms tightened around my neck, and he let out a little choked sob. “You want your clothes now, boy?” I asked him. My cock slid free from his ass, and I felt some of my sperm drip onto my thigh as he shifted to stand on his own feet, his arms still around my neck. I fingered his slick hole, and he whimpered a little. “What’s that?” I asked. “Yes please,” He said. I smiled. “Good boy. And then Santa will give you a ride back to his place. He’s gonna fill your chimney with presents all night long, boy. You like that idea, Twinkie? This bear is gonna tie you down and you’re going to learn how much you like a hairy man who can plow you so hard you’ll be begging to pass out. You want that for Christmas?” Parker looked at me, and swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I like your attitude.”

Agreed across the board I too found myself through my experiences at xxx theaters porn stores and glory holes. There are still a few but they’re often pretty empty or filled with the unhoused or the unfortunately strung out but I still swing by the ones in my area every so often to see if there’s any action. Been pretty disappointing lately but there’s always hope - I think about the many many hot guys who fed or bred me in the late 80s and pretty much all through the 90s I have no regrets and a lifetime of incredible memories. You’re right that it’s an important part of gay culture and should be continued in some form but it has to change to meet the needs of today’s nasty sluts

Fuck yeah both of these guys were in Boys Club. That was Brandon Ironne’s hole dripping cum on the camera lens!

Yeah, I’ve done that. For me it happened when me and my str8 buddy were hanging out and throwing back a few beers. (Why does it always involve alcohol). There was str8 porn on the TV and my buddy started rubbing his cock through his jeans. I did the same and soon we’d got our cocks out and we were both masturbating. I took my shot and leaned over and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He kind of protested (weakly) but he was enjoying my mouth on his cock too much. I gave him the best blowjob he’d ever had ( i know his wife won’t suck him off). I sucked him and made him shoot his load inside my mouth. He loved it but it was a bit weird after he’d cum. That was a few years ago and I’m still sucking him off when he’s horny.

In this day and age with Prep etc, if you don't want cum inside, don't bb. BB sex is for breeding for me, that's why I take raw cock.

SPECIAL DELIVERY Because of the huge volume of deliveries at Christmas time, the biggest delivery company in the country hires extra help not as permanent employees, but just for a temporary 90 day job. Almost every day I was given parts of several routes to deliver. One area in particular had a long series of ground floor apartments. I was walking along, I came to an apartment where the door was open about a foot, and there was an older man standing behind his apartment door with just his head visible. He tilted his head, motioning for me to look into a full length mirror attached to the wall. There, I could plainly see that he was stark naked and sporting a huge hard on. I automatically exclaimed, "WOW !" He must have taken that as a positive response, for he asked me if I wanted to come in and take a break. I've never been one to turn down a BIG DICK, and this was no exception. I stripped down and went right to work. A lot of big dicked guys have some trouble getting fully hard, but, even at his advanced age, this guy was a real mouthful. Long lasting, too. At last, his entire body started shaking, and I knew he was about to cum. Sure enough, his cock started pulsating as he blasted 5 or 6 long jets of cum into my mouth and down my throat. Needless to say, I look forward to going to work tomorrow.

A2M is one of my favorites .... but - I always do a "sniff-test" first, since one of my very very least favorites is discover that which should have been previously excused. That said, loads off previous Cocks is always wel-cum ....

Moderator's Note: This story has been reported for drugs outside the Chemsex area. Generally, we are concerned about crystal meth and other party drugs with that rule. We exclude pot, poppers, and the kind of thing we see in this story which is a magical, plot-point drug that exists only to move the story along but does not resemble any commonly used intoxicant. The description of the dosing mechanism resembles blotter acid (LSD), but its effects are different from what is portrayed in the narrative. The drug seems to work like molly (MDMA), but a tiny square of blotter paper cannot hold enough of that chemical to have much of an effect. Also, while it would be possible to pass a pill from your mouth to that of another quickly enough for the pill not to affect you, a piece of drug infused paper would probably have dosed the giver more than the receiver. Finally, a piece of blotter paper would be exceedingly difficult to pass from one mouth to another as it tends to cling to the moist surfaces of your mouth. So, we can give this story its premise, and assume that this drug exists in the world of the story without it being likely to hinder the sobriety of someone trying to stay off Tina. If I am mistaken and the author does wish to make this a ChemSex Story, he can file a report, and it will be moved to that section.

Agreed. Given the original question, i'm assuming it's not the Top having and orgasm inside of the bottom that the bottom is concerned about, but the question is having the Tops resulting "cum" inside? I.e. a top wearing a condom may still have his orgasm inside of the bottom, but the seed is contained in the condom and doesn't go inside of the the bottom. For me, a Tops orgasm and cum are different, though connected, and i want Him to plant them both inside of me. The bottom who doesn't want semen inside of him, in my opinion, has no right to expect bare sex. Anyone with the internet can learn in less than a minute that a bottom is at risk of infection from pre cum that often a part of fucking, though quantity varies from Top to Top. So, if the bottom in question is not totally ignorant, i think he should not expect to have bare sex with anyone he doesn't accept the risk of fluids inside of him as part of the connection As for the Top? i agree with topblkmale. If a bottom doesn't want a Breeding Males seed then to me, His cock doesn't belong in that bottom. To me, a fuck without at least the potential of breeding, is not fucking. To me, the whole point is breeding... though i define "breeding" in a more detailed fashion than physical. For instance, a Top's desire to open, mold, penetrate, control, possess, etc., to me, are all forms of breeding... but that's another topic.

Beautiful ! And totally edible

I've been more of a bottom in my 20s, and more of a top in my 30s. Next year I turn 40, I think my total vers era is upon me. Need to use my faggot hole much more between 2025 and 2035. Who wants IN? haha.

Check out MrD'z Mens Emporium bar, 1510 N. Nebraska Ave., no cover and free parking. Wednesday night is underwear night and Friday night is jockstrap night and they have small lockers you can rent for $3 to store your stuff. Two outdoor patio areas with a walkway connecting them along with an outdoor enclosure for fun.

Exactly.

Got really horny so went to the local sauna in Hong Kong after work. Stayed there for 2 hours and took 3 loads - an expat-looking daddy gave me the first load, then dragged into another room by a tall muscle Chinese visitor (with a small-ish dick, but definitely pounded me good). Finally an American beefy daddy with beer can dick plowing me for 10+mins before dumping a high load on me. My hole couldn’t hole all of them and leaked for mins. Shame there’s not much slutty bottoms or I’d fuck my load in them before leaving.

Had my fair share of interesting places I got loaded Behind the scenes of a musical, while it was going on in the kitchen of a Michelin star restaurant (several times, love the chef 😉 ) During flights is quite common but I was fucked by both pilots and one crew member in the cockpit (loved those pre 9-11 days) several times during an 11 hours flight. Top of Eiffel Tower, there was a cute waiter in the small place that sells champagne, he fucked me in the small cubical while in between he served the crowed Movie theater during screening But I think the one tops them all was a 3way in one of the offices in the German Reichstag haha, I could barely walk after they used me so hard and loaded me 4 times. That was a hilarious walk of shame going out through security 🤣

I love this too.

It also depends on whether the author themselves has been in active for a prolonged period.

It's a moral requirement.

It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.

I will do another chapter soon if you still want it

This has happened to me twice. In the moment of course it was hot and I told them it was fine. But for a few weeks after each time I had anxiety about it until I got tested.. don't do this..

Roughly 30 min ago, 3 loads added to my hole from a couple I play with on the regular. got royally fucked and DP'd till they loaded me up and sent me out with a plugged, cum filled hole. total 9 loads so far and counting...

This. I always fantasized about having sex with my brother. The only problem is I don't have a brother. And when I mention fantasy to someone who does, the response is almost always "ewww".

Going bare means you’re probably going to get cum inside, even if a little precum. If you’re bottoming for bare tops you should probably accept the fact that you’re going to get cum. If I’m with a top and we agree to go bare then I’m acknowledging he’s not leaving my hole until he’s done.

19cm and uncut

Agree! If they talk about all these different fetishes, but they don't talk about fucking or sucking, I am out of there. You can usually get a sense of their interests within the first few minutes of chatting with them or messages you receive. I have passed on some encounters with some very handsome guys because it wasn't really about sucking or fucking but some obscure fetish. As of late I have noticed a number of men wanting guys to wear female lingerie. I know this is nothing new but it just seems to become more main stream in recent years. If you want me to wear women's clothes then go fuck a woman, that's my response. I am just a guy who likes guys. Sure, leather and harnesses, jockstraps, arm bands, that works for me. But there is no way in God's green earth am I going to put on panty hose cause it gets some guy hard. Sorry, move along, just move along.

I'm very lucky to have a young fuckbud. He's a 26 yo Asian guy. Totally smooth but a nice bush and a hairy hole. He's a bottom but has a really nice uncut penis. our sex is always passionate. Great kisser, excellent cock sucker, loves to rim and verbal. The other day he came over and found me in my bed stroking my hard dick. As always he proceeded to give me a great blowjob, getting me harder and horny while he stroked his cock. After about 5 minutes, he sat up and shot his nut on my cock. He spread it evenly on my shaft, climbed on top and sat on my cum coated dick. He started riding me and bent over kissed me and begged for my cum. His hole was so sloppy and soon I started shooting. He kept me inside for a minute and the got up, sat on my face and let me eat what was inside his hole. Tasting his cum, my cum and his ass was so hot. I slid myself up and kissed him so he could taste what I was tasting.

Thank you mate, I hope @daddybear will forgive me, that I continued with his story without asking. It seemed abandoned and I loved it so much. I wouldn't do this anymore though, without the consent of the original writer that is. It has to do with respect of the work he had and the effort he made. But I have to say.... writing this chapter gave me the initial energy to start writing other stories I had in mind. And I let all of you have a glimpse into my twisted mind.,...

if you're concerned about your friends reactions, maybe consider if they are your friends.

@daddybear - it is CHRISTMAS TIME .... you should be back with the new adventures of the season :-)) I am sure all fellow readers agree with me :-))

I have said it before and I will say it again - stay away from Jeff Allan. He liked me, I was one of the fortunate ones. But if he doesn't, or something pisses him off, watch out. The man needs to be medicated. He can be a great fuck, as was the case with me. But for those who happen to be around while he is there, watch out. Cause he can be a real SOB. There are plenty of other guys who do porn who are not jerks in real life. Jeff is a jerk, trust me.

Larry and I started chatting online a while before meeting for the first time. I knew from our first chats we had several things in common and our discussions were all over the place, from cooking to sex. Larry's online screen name was "LongLarry" which really intrigued me, how shallow I thought. It was summer time in Portland and Larry and I decided to finally meet up. Larry said that he loved to go to one of the two nude beaches around Portland. I used to frequent Rooster Rock, also known to the locals as 'cock rock', because it was out East and I was normally living on the East side of town. Larry liked to go to the other nude beach, Sauvies Island, that was West of the city. Larry invited me to Sauvies Island . I would come over to his house first and we could carpool out to the island, since parking could be hit and miss. I was pretty excited, and nervous, about finally meeting Larry. I had showered and cleaned out pretty good. I packed a small bag and small cooler with some beer and water. I headed out to meet up with Larry at his house. I had obviously seen pictures of Larry, but this would be my first 'in person' meeting. I knocked on his door and within a minute Larry opened the door and greeted me with a wonderful smile, and image that would be stuck in my head the rest of the day. Larry was wearing a t-shirt, shoes, and skin tight lycra shorts that left NOTHING to the imagination. The reason for Larry's online screen name, 'LongLarry', was obvious right away. His semi hard cock was stretched down his pant leg and very clear to make out. "Great to meet you Tim, please come in. I was just finishing up packing a few things", Larry said. I walked in past him with my bag and small cooler. "Perfect Larry, what do you need help with?". "I am just finishing, but if you want to throw your stuff in the backseat of my truck I will finish up getting ready.". I took my bag and cooler out to Larry's truck and threw my stuff in. When I went back in to help Larry he was just packing up and heading out to his truck as well. "This should be about it, just a small bag inside. I will be right back in". I went into the living room and looked around. I heard Larry come back in and close the door. When I turned around, Larry was standing in the living room and had pulled down his licra shorts, letting his semi hard cock hang loose. It was a thing of beauty. Uncut and nine inches of pure man cock. We had a high mutual attraction, but hadn't really discussed having sex, but I was not complaining at the chance to see, touch, and suck that cock. I moved closer to Larry and immediately sank to my knees. I needed that cock to harden in my mouth and I was not disappointed at all. I reached out an gently grasped his cock and felt the weight of it before bringing it to my lips to taste. All the while Larry's cock continued to grow to full hardness. His hands had drifted to my head as I imagined the scene, me on my knees sucking this gorgeous cock. I am not an expert in sucking cock so I was stroking his big cock while socking on his head, and further, as much as I could. Larry slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth, "let's go upstairs Tim". He didn't need to mention it again. I was up on my feet, squeezed that cock and started walking towards the stairs, which were behind him near the front door. As we got to the stairs I let go of Larry's cock and started unbuttoning my shorts while I climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs was an open bedroom door with a large bed, I assumed this was his room, but waited to be sure. Larry was behind me, cock bouncing all over and passed me while entering the bedroom. Larry's bed was not made I noticed as I stripped down and watched him walk to the other side of the room and strip down as well. We were both naked and I immediately got on the bed, on my back...legs up and parted. I watfched him get on the bed, cock hard and pointing up, now I could see his cock head glistening with precum. Also in his hand I saw a condom. Larry kneeled in front of me and slid that condom over his big cock. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to feel that bare cock in me, but then again we hadn't really discussed fucking or how we felt about raw fucking. So, maybe he wasn't into it. I quickly thought I would have to ask later, if given the chance. Once his cock was covered he applied some lube to my ass and moved in between my legs. I immediately felt that big cock head up against my tight hole. I knew it was going to tight, and probably hurt some, but I wanted that dick in me. Larry was definitely going to reward my ass with that cock. As soon as he had his cock at my hole, he continued to push until my right ass finally opened up, accepting his cock. Larry held my legs up and apart while he slowly fucked me, pushing further and further into me. I looked at Larry and said, "fuck me, baby". Larry didn't respond verbally, but rather pulled his big cock almost all the way out of me and then pushing back in. This started the process and pace of him fucking me faster and faster. My cock was hard against my belly, leaking like crazy, or rather oozing, but I didn't care about cumming. I just wanted Larry to cum for me. I was moaning louder now, "please cum baby". Larry pulled out one last night and shoved deep in me, holding his cock still and letting out a guttural "fuck" as he thickened in me. I knew he was cumming, inside of me in the condom. Then he pulled his cock out, tore off the condom and gave me two more shots of his hot cum all over my balls and ass. Watching that uncut cock ooze the last of his load was so fucking hot. After Larry stopped shaking he said, "fuck that was hot Tim, thank you". Larry started getting of the bed with his used condom. "Still ready to head out to the beach?". I propped myself up on my elbows, noticed my hard cock that was just starting to deflate, "yes, very much so". Watching Larry move past the bed to get me a towel I just stared at his big semi hard cock with his foreskin covering his cock head. What a gorgeous cock. When Larry came back with a warm now, I told him so. "Larry, you have such a gorgeous cock". Larry smiled down at me and reach down for his cock. "Thank you Tim, I do like it and I know it loved fucking you." His cock was still leaking a drop of cum now and then. It was my turn to smile. I cleaned up Larry's cum from my balls and ass, and wiped away the lube from my hole. I got up and got dressed in my shorts again. Larry was already dressed in his lycra shorts, still semi hard, shirt, and sandles. He was certainly ready to go. We finished packing up and headed out to the beach. The drive was pretty quick and the conversation was very casual, really talked about the pros and cons of Sauvies Island since I have never been. We didn't really discuss about Larry fucking me just a short time ago, which was fine with me, as I was just enjoying the day and couldn't wait to be naked under the sun. Larry found a parking spot on the dirt road and we got our stuff to make the hike to the beach. Since I hadn't been there before I followed Larry down the path. As soon as we emerged to the beach, there was immediate sighting of nakedness, but this beach area had both naked men and women and lots of boats. "This is more of the straight nude beach, which is great they have their own area.", Larry said as he turned to the left and walked on. As we walked along the beach you could get the sense we were moving into more of a gay/lesbian area of the beach. A lot of naked lesbians, which I noticed they were very active and making a lot of noise. Then there were more gay men, more and more as we kept going. Now it seemed to be all gay men, which was nice to see. Of all ages and 'sizes'. Unlike the trails and small clearings like Rooster Rock, the other nude beach in Portland, this beach was very open Larry walk a little bit away from the water and found a good clearing for us. "This looks good. Are you ok being up from the water?", Larry asked. "This is perfect, I tend to stay a little back from all of the beach goers." Larry said "great" and started unpacking his beach blanked, which seemed to be big enough for the both of us. Once it was down we both removed our clothes. Seeing Larry naked again, and that big uncut cock hanging down, it was hard to look away. We both setup our sides, coolers and packs, then both retrieved cold beverages. When we were on the blanket, sitting up, we enjoyed our beverages and took in the sights of the naked men around us. No one was close enough to hear us talk, which was nice I said to Larry, "thank you for this morning. I wasn't expecting that, but really enjoyed it." "Oh I enjoyed it a lot and really needed to cum", Larry said. "I wanted to wait, but you were so sexy and willing." I laughed a little, "tough not to be willing with your beautiful cock. so nice". I was staring right at Larry's cock and I saw it move. Larry reached down and stroked his now semi hard cock. Because I hadn't let myself cum when he fucked me, my cock started to grow quickly and I was hard in no time. I laid back on the blanket and said to Larry, "my ass might be sore tomorrow", and we both laughed. It was silent for a little while as we rested and caught some sun. I then decided to ask, "Larry why did you put a condom on? Just wondering". Without moving Larry said, "Tim, I didn't know what you were up for and to be honest", and he paused for a minute, "I am not sure of my status". I turned my head towards Larry and opened my eyes. He was still lying back, but my eyes were drawn to his hand slowly stroking his big cock, pulling the foreskin over his cock head. I said while watching him, "you could be poz? Are you sure?" Larry let go of his hard cock, turned to me, and said "I am really not sure. I feel fine, so no fuck flu, but I have definitely played with men I know are poz." I looked up at him now, "fuck". "Tim I am sorry if that surprises you, but when I am attracted to a man I take the situation as it is. If he wraps up, I am ok with that, but if not, I am ok with that too." I didn't even have to move or touch my cock, I just felt some cum ooze out of me. I scooped up some of my cum that oozed out of me and reached over and started rubbing my cum on Larry's cock. While slowly stroking his big dick I said, "it is ok Larry I am the same. It is the chemistry for me. You certainly turn me on and it would have been one oft hose moments I wouldn't have said anything about a condom." Larry sat up and leaned over so he could adjust my legs. He spread my legs a little and then put his finger on my hole. "Maybe next time it will be very different Tim". Now it was my turn to lay back down. I saw him look up and around for other people that might be close to us but there didn't seem to be anyone. He refocused on my hole. He milked my cock for another ooze of cum and used that on my hole with this fingers. With two fingers in me now Larry looked down at me, "your hole is going to definitely be sore tomorrow". Larry took his fingers out of me, licked them clean and laid back down. One settled, both of us on our backs, Larry spoke confidently, "I am going to fuck you hard when we get back to my house Tim". I just spread my legs wider, "I can't wait babe". Larry pulled his fingers out of my ass and sat up then leaned back. Both of our cocks were rock hard. "Larry looked at his cock and then my body, "maybe it is time to flip and sun our backs?". He started shifting over and I did the same. Felt good to have the sun on my ass but it felt better to have my cock rubbing against the blanket beneath us. Larry looked up at me and said, "you definitely needs some sunscreen on that ass of yours Tim, here let me help". Larry took a tube of lotion sun screen and squirt out a couple of puddles of lotion. I could feel it on my ass cheeks. I then felt Larry's hands roaming all over my ass and lower back. I parted my legs a bit to give him better access to my crack, not because he was nudging me to, but I wanted him to have access. Soon Larry was pulling my cheeks apart admiring my hole. "Tim, I love your hairy ass and how your crack and hole are smooth. that is hot." Larry said. I turned my head towards him, he was still up on his side and his big cock was still very hard. I propped up on my elbows and looked around us, we were pretty secluded for the moment so I rolled over on my side and scooted my ass to him. Soon I could feel his swollen cock between my ass cheeks and his hand resting on my hip. I was pushing my ass back into him and I knew things were heating up. "Tim, we shouldn't fuck right here", Larry said while rubbing his cock into my ass crack. "Larry, we don't have to fuck, but I would love for you to slide all the way into me, bare this time." Larry lifted my leg up and then tool hold of his hard cock, "I am starting to leak Tim, let me add some lube for you". Larry was squeezing his cock and rubbing it around my exposed hole. Then I felt it, his slipper cock head got stuck at my hole. "Ready?", Larry asked while pushing in a half inch. My ass ring wasn't even over this thick cock head yet, and I could feel him stretching me open again, but I answered, "yes please! please put your cock in me". Larry didn't need me to ask again. with his cock head just inside of my ass ring, he gripped my waist and then pushed his cock into me. I let out a slow loud moan as this man penetrated me again. My eyes closed and I didn't care about the world outside of this. I just wanted him all the way in me. I got it what I wanted because Larry didn't pause at all but just sank his entire cock into me until I felt his pubes on my ass. "fuck that is hot Tim. I am all the way in you." I pushed back and ground my ass on his shaft. I felt so full, like I did when he fucked me earlier, hard not to with his big cock. I was clenching my ass as much as I could on his cock, knowing he was trying very hard to remain still and not letting things get out of control. without warning Larry pulled his entire cock out of me and then put this thumb on my ass ring, keeping my hole exposed to him. I quickly turned to him, "no baby, please don't stop now. I need your cock in me so bad". Larry proceeded to hold my hole open and let his cock drip precum all over it. "I want that so bad Tim, just not here. I want to fuck you from behind and let you be as loud as you want". Larry fell back down on his back, that big cock sticking up hard and leaking. I turned over facing him now, "At least let me taste your cock once". I didn't wait for an answer, I lowered my head to that big cock and sucked it into my mouth. I could taste his precum but also my ass on his cock. It as incredible. His arm found my back and was rubbing it gently, I knew he loved me tasting his cock. I was playing with his balls and stroking his cock now, stroking out the precum that I was tasting. I lifted my head off of his cock and squeezed his girth tightly. "Can't suck you dry, I want that later", I said to him. I kissed the top of his cock and laid it down. I laid down on my back now, both of us still very hard. Larry said, "damn I wish I had known all of this earlier today and really glad you didn't run when I pulled my cock out. I was just so horny and you looked so good." We both laughed and I said, "well, I dare you to take that cock out again when we get to your place". All Larry said was, "challenge accepted". Larry and I started talking about other things, besides sex, which allowed our cocks to settle and gave us a chance to learn more about each other. It was nice, but soon that conversation turned back to porn and sex. We both described the porn we enjoyed watching, or type of scenes we enjoy and got us off. We soon realized we both loved watching some retro gay porn because it was all bareback. I was laying on my side admiring Larry's body and cock, but with our conversation on bareback porn and sex, I watched his uncut cock harden and was now leaking with this foreskin pulled tight. I knew right then I need to be face down on his bed with Larry's bare cock in me. I was no hard just watching his cock grow and leak. I said, "Larry?". "Yes Tim". I continued bravely, "I know you aren't sure of your status, but I need your big cock deep in my ass, raw". Larry reached down with this left hand and stroked his cock one long time, more precum flowed, then he looked at me. "Are you sure Tim? Because I want to fuck you so bad, without a condom this time". Now my cock was leaking, almost dripping, when I answered, "Yes I am very sure. Can we please go back to your house now?". Larry didn't even answer, he just started to get up and get his shorts on, which wasn't easy over his big hard cock. I followed suit, donning my clothes and helping to patch up the blanket and whatever we had laying around. When we were ready to go I had to check out Larry again in those lycra shorts. his cock looked so gorgeous semi hard and reaching down the legs of his shorts. Larry coughed politely and said, "do you want to start at my cock or go home and feel it?". I looked up at him and we both smiled. As we were walking down the beach Larry ran into a few friends of his. Older men that were completely naked and enjoying the sun. Some were absolutely gorgeous, hung soft cocks and one even had a scorpion tattoo on his waist, which I quickly noticed and stared. I was introduced to all of them and shook all of their hands. "scorpion tattoo" was Jim. Jim made a point to stand up and I swore stood with his hips pushed out so his already large cock looked even larger. Larry explained that we were heading out for the day, heading back to his house to relax. I got the impression each of these men knew exactly what we were heading out to do. As we were leaving Jim reached out his hand to me, "great to meet you Tim. I hope you do what ever is natural", and I think I saw his dick twitch. I couldn't look directly at his cock, but I am sure it moved. I told him I was sure to enjoy all that comes my way. Jim smiled at that. Larry and I said our goodbyes and got to Larry's truck. As we pulled away down the dirt road, I reached my hand over to Larry's lap and started slowly stroking his growing cock. "Your friends are great, thanks for introducing me". I said. "Yes, they really are a great group of guys. If I wasn't with you I would still be sitting there with them talking about how we wanted to fuck every young boy that walked by." We both laughed. Larry looked at me, "some of them don't really get it up too much anymore, but they sure do talk a great game." He smiled. "Maybe they just need the right motivation", and I winked. Larry kept driving but added, "hmmmm...maybe they do". When we finally arrived at Larry's house I couldn't control my legs from squeezing together. My ass still remembered Larry's cock from just a few hours earlier and I need him in me again. Larry's cock was still very hard under his shorts as he unbuckled. "Let's leave everything in the truck. I will come back and get it out later, but I need to sink this cock into you", he said while grabbing his big dick. We both got out of the truck and walked a little quicker than normal to his front porch. Larry unlocked the front door and stood to the side for me to enter before him. I stepped inside, kicked off my shoes and dropped my shorts, not turning around. Larry closed the door and dropped his keys on a bench inside the door. I felt him move towards me and grab my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart to expose my hole. I reached back and managed to get one hand down the front of his shorts and pulled that cock up and almost out. I could feel his precum on my hand, so fucking sexy. I stroked his cock a few times and then pulled my hand out of his shorts. I didn't wait for him, but rather started climbing the stairs and said to him behind me, "I need your cock in me baby". I heard Larry take of his shirt off and then climb the stairs behind me. I got to Larry's room first, noticing the bed that had just been used earlier that day. I quickly stripped and got on the bed, on my back and lets up so he could see my willingness. Right behind me Larry entered, shirtless and obviously rock hard in those shorts. I watched him strip his shorts off and that big cock was hard, foreskin pulled back, and obviously leaking again. I saw him move to get a condom, just as he did earlier, and I immediately said, "please don't use one this time. I want all of you in me, raw." He smiled at me and said, "just lube this time". He got some lube and then crawled in between my legs. I felt the heat of his cock head between my ass cheeks and soon touching my tight hole as he came in between my legs to kiss me. Larry broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I am leaking like crazy, can you feel it?" I had felt it, his cock head was slipping all around my hole, I knew it was making me wet as well. "I feel it, all of it. fuck that is hot". Larry leaned in again and this time his cock head found my wanting hole and just started to open me up. I moaned deeply as he started kissing me again. With each little movement his cock head pried my ass lips open, begging him in. While his cock head was well lubed and could work my hole open, I knew once that shaft started sliding into me the friction was going to be uncomfortable, and I know Larry knew that too. Once his cock head had entered me, he stopped kissing me. "fuck boy, your hole wants my cock. I need to lube up my cock and get it all the way into you". Larry said. Larry kissed me quickly, and then pulled his cock head out of me. He then got up between my legs and now I could see his wet hard cock. I knew he had been leaking in me, so fucking sexy. I looked up at him, "please hurry and get that cock back into me". Larry quickly got the lube and applied some to my ass, making me wet, and then I watched him stroke his big cock with lube. Then he tossed the bottle on the bed. He moved his cock back to my wet ass and slid it around my hole letting it slip by my loosed ring once, then twice, then his cock head found my hole and stopped. Then he pushed back into me, first the head of his uncut cock, he paused for a few seconds, then continue to push. While much slicker now, his thick cock was definitely opening me up and it was felt so fucking good. Larry's big cock was about half way in, I estimate, then he looked at me. "Fuck your ass feels good Tim, are you ready for more?". My eyes were closing and my head tilting back, "yes sir, please fuck me". Larry kept pushing and soon I felt his hips touch the back of my legs. He was grinding his cock into me. He then pulled out slowly and pushed back in, a slow and steady pace, over and over. Larry's face was tilted up and his eyes were closed as he kept pumping his cock in and out of me. Larry pushed into me all the way and then looked down at me. "Time I am not going to last much longer, it feels too fucking good". I reached down and started stroking my hard leaking cock, "please fuck me and don't stop". He looked right into my eyes, "Tim I might cum in you before I can pull out, and I honestly don't know my status". Larry pulled his cock out and shoved it back in. When he shoved into me again I oozed a little cum. "Larry, I want you to fuck me and don't stop and do not pull out. I want your cum deep in me". Larry smiled, "me too baby". Larry pulled out again, almost all the way out and then shoved back in deep. He continued doing that over and over then picking up his pace. He was looking at me when he said, "I am going to cum Tim". "Breed me baby", I almost yelled. Larry moaned, "fuck yes, take it boy". He pumped me hard two more times and then buried deep in me. I felt his cock swell large and then he was shooting in me and moaning loudly. As soon as he buried deep in me I stroked my cock a few more times and started shooting all over my stomach. I knew right then I would never stop Larry from fucking me or cumming in me. After Larry stopped shaking, he fell in between my legs and laid on my cum covered stomach. He soon fell out of my cum filled ass and I held him closer and stroked his back. I whispered, "I loved that baby, thank you. Your cock is amazing. I can't wait for the next time". Larry eased up and looked at me, "are you sure? I love fucking you bare, but there might be consequences." "Never I would regret baby", I told Larry.

Not a dumb question at all! As my hole went through guys, the previous loads became natural lube for the next cock, so no other lube was needed. Some of the cum got pulled out of me while getting fucked and once that cock came inside of me, I used my mouth to clean up his cock and consume any leftover cum that came out of my hole. It was a great way to recycle and get the cum back inside of me as quickly as possible. While I held the rest of the cum loads inside as much as I could, there were times when my fuck hole had to push it out, because I could not control my sphincter and hold the cum in. When that happened, I would stick one my of hands down near my puffy pussy and cup it, so when I pushed out the cum, it would be held in the palm of my hand. I would then bring my cummy hand up to my mouth and lick it up and get it back inside of me. There were also some times when cum would naturally ooze out of my gaping open hole due to the law of gravity. Again, I would recycle it as much as I could. There were sometimes when I would drive to a guy's place when I used hookup apps, and my sphincter would not cooperate. The first time, my hole pushed cum out and I felt the wetness that was no longer inside of me because it was now trapped between my asshole and my shorts. When I got to the guy's place to accept my next load, as I took off my shorts, I saw the wet cum on the inner seam of my shorts, since I had no underwear on. As I took my shorts off, I turned the ass of my shorts inside out. While this next guy fucked me full of cum, I sucked on the inner ass-seam of my shorts to get any remaining cum back into my mouth. The guy fucking me did not care because I was just a hole to quickly dump his load into. Incidentally, when I put the shorts back on after getting the newest load, you could still see the wet big spot on the outside of my light-colored shorts due to having squirted out so much cum prior to my arrival. That prompted me to immediately drive to the adult theaters to get my next set of loads. Guys would easily see the wet spot and see me for the cum-addicted ass slut I was without having to say anything. Sometimes guys would squat down behind me in the theater to get a better look at the wet spot on my shorts. I imagine they could smell the cum and the sex radiating from my ass, acting as an elixir, drawing guys to my ass, either to fuck it and adding their cum inside, or for bottoms, calling them to put their mouth and lips around my used puffy pussy in a public setting so they could suck out some cum and help me recycle it; going from one warm hold to another. I kept my shorts on long enough for them to non-verbally understand what I was. I had one guy who saw the wet spot on my shorts. He came over and stood behind me in the theater, jerking his cock. At one point, I hear him grunt and not only did he cum a huge amount, but he shot his load on the wet spot of my shorts, making it even bigger and ultimately drawing more public attention to my used asshole. After the first time of wetting the ass of my shorts while driving, I had a decision to make when I could not hold the cum inside of me during transit: In some cases, I would wet my shorts so other guys could see the wet spot and smell my scent when I went to the adult theater or bookstore. In other cases, I would remove my shorts before I started driving so I was bare-assed naked from the waist down other than my socks and my running shoes. If I felt I needed to expel any cum from my hole during my drive, I would put one of my hands down near my puffy pussy and cup it, while the other hand was on the steering wheel trying to get me safely to my next load. When my sphincter could not hold it in, it would push the cum into my cupped hand a once done, I would bring my hand to my mouth and eat it...Definitely, multi-tasking at its best! LOL! When I arrived at a guy's place, I would normally put my shorts back on and get out of my car. If there was a wet spot of cum on my leather seats, I would usually bend over and lick the wet spot to get as much cum off of the leather as I could. The rest would dry and sometimes leave a bit of a stain. I was totally ok with that as every time I looked at the driver's seat, my pucker hole would twitch, remembering the loads of cum that made the stain happen. There were other times, however, I would arrive at the a guy's house to take my next load and it was secluded enough that I would not put my shorts back on. I would get out of the car bare-assed naked, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, athletic socks and running shoes. After I could take care of any cum on my leather seat, I would leave my shorts in my car and walk to the front door with my ass exposed, ready to take my next load!

The way I read this is, you're either somewhat concerned (or maybe more than 'somewhat') about what your "gay friends... will say ...". I don't blame you one bit for having that eventuality in mind; anyone would. The question is, how much weight are you going to allow that concern? Clearly, you've spent no small amount of time on considering where on the "out" spectrum you need to be, and arrived at a conclusion that most would think of as healthy, self-affirming, confident and something to take pride in. No one wants to jeopardize long-standing friendships for nothing, but that wouldn't be the situation in your case. Valuing your honesty, both with others, and more importantly with yourself, is a very substantial accomplishment, and congrats for investing the time and effort in discovering the answer that's right for you. There may be a good chance that these friends that concern you will actually follow your lead, and begin a deeper assessment of their own. Every guy "gets there" when the time is right for him, and sadly, some simply never do. Kudos, jonaspnw, for "getting there" 😉

**Seasons Greetings, Everyone** My eyes dart to Dad, then to Grandpa, then back to Dad; bewildered. “It’s time for you to join our little family tradition.” As Dad squats down to look me square in the eye, his robe comes wide open. No pretenses of modesty anymore. A glistening string of pearls oozes from a metal ring protruding from the hood of his cock. My breath is caught in my throat. What the fuck is going on here?! Dad pulls my head up to look me in the eye. “This is why you haven’t been allowed to come with us all these years. We had to wait until you were of age. Trust me – I wanted to bring you out here and join us much sooner.” Grandpa could see the confused look on my face. “It’s a special elixir that will make this Christmas festive.” “You’re gonna love it, Baby Bro,” Ronnie said. His body radiated a frenzied energy, as though he had seen Rudolph outside in the snow. “It’s gonna make you so…” “Zip it, Robbie,” Dad says as he reaches inside Robbie’s robe and gives his nipple a hard tweak. “Do you trust me?” Dad grabs a firm hold of my chin, directing my eyes into his piercing gaze. I am frozen in place, in shock. I want to pull my head away, but it is as though he clenched his hand around my inner being. “You have a choice,” he says. His demeanor shifts and I am taken back to my youth whenever he reprimanded me, lording his authority over me. “You stay here, go through our little ritual, and join our clan. If you stay with us, I promise you it will be the best decision you ever make. Otherwise, you go up to your room, gather your stuff, and bring it downstairs. You will be locked down in the basement, spending the rest of your time down there alone.” “Please stay, Baby Brother! Please stay! I’ve been counting down the minutes to this moment!” Robbie is practically bouncing up and down. “It’ll make sense soon enough.” Grandpa says, picking up the syringe. He strokes the side of my face. “Please stay, Baby Boy. Show Santa what a good boy you are.” “Uhhh…I guess.” What the hell was I supposed to say with their eyes staring at me intently, full of giddy hope, yearning, and Dad’s stern paternal stare?! Whatever it is they have in mind, they really want me to be a part of it. That much is abundantly clear even as nothing else makes sense. Still, the peculiar way everyone has been acting this morning has me more than apprehensive. “Good, Baby Boy! You know Dad loves you so very much and is so excited to go on this journey with you.” Just then, the front door busts open, letting in a blast of swirling snow and frozen air. “Ho Ho Hooo-oh good, we didn’t miss it!” “Papaw!” Robbie runs over to greet our great-grandfather, the eldest living member of the McKinley family. I pull my robe closed tight against the harsh wind howling inside. “We thought we would never make it.” Uncle Tom slams the door closed, bracing against the onslaught of wind and snow. Carrying a pair of bags, he stomps the snow off his boots. “Fucking storm canceled all incoming flights. We drove through the night, inching along at points. Almost thought we were going to get stranded as this second front moved in, but here we are.” “I wouldn’t miss the christening of my Baby Boy to save the world.” Papaw says, giving me one of his crushing bear hugs. “You did say yes, didn’t you, Baby Boy?” “I mean…I don’t know what I said yes to.” “To the best day of the rest of your life,” Uncle Tom says with a hug before embracing Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie. “I’m going to take our bags up to our room. Don’t start without me.” “Wouldn’t dare, Big Bro,” Dad says, kissing Uncle Tom as he passes by. I am thoroughly confused…especially as I adjust my hardening cock to conceal it in my robe. I’ve known for a while I’m attracted to boys. No, take that back, men. My classmates never did it for me. But their dads… But my own dad?!? I look over to see Grandpa remove his green velvet vest, revealing the expanse of salt-and-pepper fur covering his chest. A pair of silver rings adorn his nipples. Dad shucks his robe and I see he has a similar, but smaller pair of rings. I look to my left. Robbie the same. “Like the rings, Baby Boy?” Dad reaches out and puts one hand on Robbie’s chest, the other on Grandpa’s and starts rolling the rings in his fingers. “You’ll get yours soon enough. And many more.” I notice a glint from below. Metal also adorns the heads of their cocks as well, increasing in size with each generation. Grandpa’s has to be as big around as my pinky! Dad and Uncle Tom’s the size of a pencil; Robbie’s a little smaller than that. “Now it’s official,” Uncle Tom announces, bounding the stairs. Not only does he have a set of rings matching the rest of the men in my family, but he’s also got one in his nose. “Almost forgot.” Papaw reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out another set of rings and hands them out. Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie proceed to put them in their noses – again tapering in size from generation to generation. “I’m so proud of my boys.” What portal into the Twilight Zone did I enter this morning? And why am I so aroused? “We put them in this time of year as a reminder of our bond.” Grandpa stands behind me and grabs the shoulders of my robe and slips it down my body. “And to remind everyone of their place in my hierarchy.” Papaw reaches up and grabs Grandpa’s nose ring, pulling him in for a kiss. “Today, you earn yours.” Papaw turns his attention from me to his duffel bag, pulling out a set of orange-capped needles, setting them on the end table Dad moved to my side. He then pulls out a small, black case. Inside is a small vial with even more needles. Robbie rubs his hands together again. “Okay, Baby Boy. Why don’t you climb into the sling?” Dad pats the suspended sheet of thick leather. They ease me back onto the cold leather slab as the fire crackles in front of me, radiating heat. A stark contrast to the snow accumulating outside in the winter wonderland. It’s surprisingly comfortable; like a small hammock. I hear Papaw rummaging through his bag. He pulls out a mass of black leather and metal. “This will keep you safe and secure.” He passes one to each of the others standing at either corner of the frame. “It’s not too late, Baby Boy.” Dad stands in front of me, placing a hand on my shivering belly. “The choice remains yours. Stay and accept what’s coming or be banished to the basement and ostracized from the clan; never welcome back for another Christmas again.” All my life I admired the bond between these special men in my life. Try as I might, I just couldn’t seem to penetrate their inner circle to feel truly a part of the group. I was super jealous when they came home three Christmases ago. I could tell, in the moment I first saw he and Dad interact - I was now the lone outsider. If this was my one chance to join the camaraderie, I wasn’t going to let that window close. We lock eyes. The crackle of energy is palpable. He stares into my soul, and I can feel him connect, locking on tight. I nod my head, unable to form words. “That’s my Baby Boy!” Dad picks up his mass of leather. The four of them shackle my wrists and ankles. I am tethered to the chains, minus my right arm. Papaw takes Dad’s place in between my legs. “Give me your right arm.” He grabs hold, rotating it, wrist up. Grandpa rips open a small packet with a white square inside. The smell of rubbing alcohol fills my nostrils. He wipes the inner crook of my arm. Papaw uncaps the syringe, eyeing the tip and rotating it to his satisfaction. He leans in and I feel the prick of the needle. Robbie holds a tight grip on my wrist. “Look at me, Baby Boy.” I turn to face Papaw. His face has turned sinister, almost scary. “You no longer have any say what happens to you this weekend. Or for the rest of your life, really. I own you now. Merry Fucking Christmas, faggot. And welcome to my clan.” After Papaw pushes the contents of the needle into my arm, Robbie swiftly pulls my wrist back and locks it into place above and behind me then grabs the alcohol square and presses on the injection site. The four men circle the sling, looking down at me with eager anticipation and sadistic grins on their faces. Robbie rubs his hands together. They all look like they’re expecting something to happen and for a second I wonder what it’s all about. And then it hits me. First, the bottom of my throat sends me into a convulsive coughing fit. I try to bring my hands to my face to cover the coughs, but only meet resistance. “What did you give me?!” As the coughing fit subsides, my breathing becomes shallow. I panic, gasping shallow breaths. “Shh, Baby Boy. Just ride the wave of me taking control of your body from the inside,” Papaw says, nodding to Dad who reaches around from behind, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. The only way I can describe is like a smoldering sheet of paper burning from the outside in, consuming it. An electric heat spread through my body, consuming my insides as it worked its way through my system. The burning came to completion, tickling and tantalizing my asshole. I wriggle and write in the sling. I try to pull my hands free to touch myself; my cock, my face, my stomach; to touch ANYTHING! “You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, Baby Boy.” Dad’s pinch on my nipples dug deeper as he twisted and pulled.” “Oh Dad…” “Merry Christmas, faggot. Now give yourself over to Papaw like the rest of us.”