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Mike was blindfolded laying on his back as yet another mystery cock entered his hole. He moaned. His hole was tender. He had no idea how long he’d been there. The blindfold made it impossible to tell sense the passing of time. It could have been a whirlwind forty-five minutes, or a hole destroying five hours. He had no concept. What he did know was that he was now so full of cum that the cocks were just sliding into him without any resistance. His legs were spread wide. His current top holding his ankles far apart as he hammered his fat cock into Mike’s wet hole. He was grunting deeply, he wouldn’t last long Mike thought. Not that that mattered. He was here for volume not a good long fuck. Sir had said he wanted Mike’s hole sloppy and used. It was how Mike would prove he’d really given himself over to Sir. That Mike was really committed to being Sir’s cumdump. Mike hadn’t realized just how used Sir had meant. He’s though Sir would have had him here in the bathhouse sling for a while, get Mike to take a couple anonymous cocks and then he would scoop up his new boy and take him away somewhere private to play with. That was not what had happened. Mike had lost count after the tenth cock slid inside him. He’s become just a hole then. His mind had drifted away and all that was left was a hole to be filled. Sir watched from the corner as man after man took advantage of his new play thing. He’d had his doubts about the cocky college jock, but Mike was proving him wrong. The boy’s body was covered in sweat, his chest heaved as another man unloaded inside him. His stomach was covered in precum as it leaked from his semi hard cock. Sir had thought Mike would take maybe three cocks before he begged to be let up from the sling. Then Sir would have gotten him up, fucked his cummy hole one last time and then sent him on his way. Mike, however, had been in the sling for almost three hours, and had sixteen men cum inside him. If he made it through four more cocks Sir would let him up, take him home, and give him his reward. For right now, it was just a waiting game for Sir. “Please, please breed me. I need more!” Mike begged as the seventeenth man pressed his cock into him. At first, he’d just been doing this because Sir asked him to. He would have done anything Sir asked him to do. After he’s lost count of how many men had fucked him, however, it had become about something else. With his wrists and ankles tied to the chains of the sling he couldn’t touch his own cock. It just lay on his stomach forgotten and leaking. His inability to bring himself to climax had kept him in a state of blind horniness. Now each load pumped into him was the reward. When a top came inside him it was like Mike came too. He got a new kind of orgasmic pleasure from taking loads. As another man came inside him Mike thought, this is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had from my cock. Eighteen loads in, only two more and the boy would have proved himself. Sir’s cock was hard and drooling in his jock. The nervous boy who had showed up at his house two weeks prior, never having been with a man older than him, never having been fucked raw, or taken a load, was transforming into a cum hungry slut in front of his eyes. For a moment the room was empty, just Mike in the sling and Sir leaning against the wall. “Please, Sir are you there? Please fuck me! I’m so horny. It feels so good! I need more! Please Sir! Someone fuck me!” Someone… that desperate cry was music to Sir’s ears. He’d broken the boy, he didn’t care who bred him now, he just knew he needed more raw cock. “Fuck me! Please! Someone use me cummy hole. Fill me up with your punk!” Another man came around the corner. Young, twinky, the sort of guy you’d normally think was a bottom. He looked at Mike strapped to the sling and begging for more. He grinned, pulled his bulging jock to the side and whipped out a big fat “Skinny White Boy” dick. Sir grinned, its ways the ones you least expect. The twink stepped between Mike’s legs and gave the bottom what he was begging for. Nineteen loads. Just as the twink was finishing a big bear walked into the room. “He’s all yours,” said the twink and the bear just growled. The bear wasted no time in slamming his cock right into Mike’s dripping hole. He fucked Mike like a rutting bull, using swing of the slings chains to slam the boy’s ass against his cock. Mike moaned and whimpered, begging the man to breed him. Sir smiled listening to his broken boy beg. This was not the same boy who’d hit messaged him on Scruff that Saturday. “Hey! How’s it going,” Mike typed nervously. He’d never tried to hook up with anyone on an app before. Really most of his hookups had just been drunken accidents after parties, hurried make outs and blow jobs hoping they didn’t get caught. He’d only actually gone all the way with a guy three times. Always safe. He liked it. He wanted more of it, but he didn’t really know how to find guys to… well… he’d heard about these hook up apps so he thought, what the hell. He wasn’t not out, guys on the soccer team knew, but he was still nervous showing his face on the app so he made a profile with several pictures of his shirtless torso, set his preferences to bottom and started scrolling. The profile stood out to him immediately. A rough looking man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, a close-cropped beard, square handsome face, and what promised to be a strong hair covered body, profile name “SIR.” Mike had never really admitted it but that’s the sort of man who turned him on. Big burly men who looked like they could toss him around. Men old enough to be his father. Still, even though he watched guys like that in porn almost every time he jerked off, he’d never had a chance to act on that attraction. In a moment of bravery though Mike clicked on the Sir’s profile and messaged him. “Got a face pic?” Came Sir’s reply. Mike paused for a moment, took a deep breath and sent him an uncropped version of his profiled photo showing his full face. “Fuck you’re cute!” “Thank you Sir. You’re really sexy.” “Thanks boy.” …boy… looking at the word sent a jolt through Mike. It made his dick hard. “What you looking for on here boy?” “Dunno… I just downloaded the app. Haven’t done much but I was horny and hoping for some fun.” “This kinda fun?” Sir unlocked his album and Mike’s jaw hit the floor. He was presented with picture after picture of a big thick broad headed cock thrusting out from a thick nest of pubes. His mouth was watering. He’d never seen a cock like that. Immediately he knew he wanted to see it in person. “That kind of fun exactly!” Mike unlocked his own album which contained a couple of mirror pictures of his ass. “You’ve got a cute ass boy, and your profile says you’re a bottom. You think you can handle all this?” “Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve only been fucked a few times, but I’d love to try.” “I’ll be frank boy, I don’t usually play with inexperienced bottoms. I like boys who can take my cock and don’t complain, but if you’re serious about wanting it I’m willing to make an exception.” “I want it!” “Prove it. Be here in thirty minutes.” Sir sent an address. Mike stared at it for a long minute, not sure what to do, but then his hormones got the better of him. “On my way!” he responded. “See you soon,” said Sir, assuming the boy would flake and then block him. Sir had been wrong though, twenty minutes later there was knock at his door, and there was Mike standing nervously on his porch. Maybe this one is special Sir thought as he opened the door.

(Fiction) Till a few weeks ago, I hardly knew what how a man arms felt, let alone sex. I had been lretty closeted and felt that I was straight for 20 years until i found out that i got attracted to men more and more. I finally realised that i was bisexual but more gay than straight. My road to being attracted to cocks started from fascinating how a woman suck a dick and how she loves eating that slimy nectar from the juicy meat that spews it. With each new video and story i began to be spellbounded to cocks until one day i realised i was getting off on full blown gay pornos but hardly on straight. My desire for cock grew more and more until one day i watch a monster with a scorpion tattoo spew poison inside a hole. That got me off a lot. I kept re-watching it again and again fantasizing myself in that position. Being a 20 year old i full well knew the repercussions of being fucked by a hot rod with poison nectar. Then one day stumbled across this website and i found how people relish in the thought of getting infected which kind of made me horny. I kept continuing reading each story and each day i longed for poz cock, so much more that I couldn't have a hard on if it was not a poz cock story. So I finally decided to start of myself getting fucked by a cock as my curiousity got the better of me. I downloaded Grindr and Planet Romeo and searching for people. It was scary at what would happen if my relatives were to find out accidentally while i chatted with guys and had phone sex randomly. One day as i was filtering through an app, i got a message with a usual hi, i replied back similarly. He asked "How are you?" Me: Fine, u?? He: I m fine. So whats the plan for the weekend? Me: U know, the same boring staying home. He: If u don't mind, how about a drink at XYZ bar, Friday night?? We can chat up. Me: I m not sure. I hardly know u. He: I m not going to bite. Tell u what, dinner and drinks on me. We will just have a nice conversation. *Sends a semi naked photo of himself with jeans on* "Damn!!" I thought "This guy is hot. Wouldn't hurt to meet him". So to which I said yes and made the arrrangements. Come weekend, we met at the bar and this guy was hot at a height of 5 ft 10 inch, probably at mid thirties while i m a slim short guy at 5ft 5 inch whom guys called pretty cute. We had a pretty nice convo on what we do and where we r from and after a few many drinks the alcohol hits me, i get horny and started checking him out. To which he takes perfect advantage by saying the most sleaziest line "Buddy, u seem hammered. Why don't we take u home. U can sit on my lap there, and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up?" To which i said "I m curious enough to talk about anything". We hurriedly go over to his house and as soon as his door closes, he pulls me in his powerful arms and french kisses me deep. His tongue ravishing through my mouth deep into my throat, his saliva running down my lips as i embrace his . His short stubble carresing and pleasantly tingling my baby face. I definitely knew i had to have him. His hands carresses through my clothes removing my shirt as he keeps on kissing my lips and sucking my neck, loosening my belt. I felt my stomach flutter as he rush his hands though my underwear to my 5 inch raging hard cock. He breaks away and removes his shirt and i gaze at hus physique. He was definitely hot, not hairy but sculpted. He starts sucking my nipples as i moan at the touch of his hand slowing jacking my cock. He then suggests to move into the bedroom. When we do, he loses his belt and asks me to uncage his monster. I unbuckle his pants and u derwear and drop em. What i gaze upon was a beautiful 8 inch cock as thick as a rod fully raging hard an unmasted. I begin to drool at this piece of art. He pushes down on my shoulders to my knees where i face his majesty hair breadth away from my wet lips.I noticed a small scorpion tattoo nearhis dick. He lightly pushes on the back of my head and i give way with my tongue first savouring the hot meat. It tasted amazing. I slowly sucked on enjoying the feeling of his cock humiliating my face as i looked up deep into his eyes. He slowly started moaning. "Damn!! Where did u learn to suck cock like that?? U r a real true faggot. I love it how u cute lips look on my dick. Keep sucking like that." And he pushed my head a little more and i started gasping for air. He laughed."Don't worry, u will get used to it, here are some poppers as he whips out a small bottle that smelled odd under my nose and yold me to breathe deeply. Once i inhaled deeply, i felt really horny and sucking on his manhood vigorously trying to get the best of it with each suck, he then pushes my head onto his pubes and his cock deep in my throat and shot a ropes and ropes of thick cum i to my unsuspecting mouth. It was a mouthful. "Sorry bitch, i filled u with so cum more than u cud swallow", as cum leaked down my mouth and dripped from my chin. "Don't worry, i m a multi cummer". With that he pulls me up and kisses me and we snowball he cum. He then pushes me with my back on his bed as he keeps on kissing me and he slowly went down. I though he would suck me off back but i was surprised when he lifted my legs revealing my asshole and started reaaming me with his tongue full of his cum. I was in heaven. His tongue was amazing. He continued for a few minutes and i was in heaven. I moaned back and pushed my hips down to his face. He stopped reaming and i felt a bit sad at his tongue moving away. But it was not for long as i felt his cock slowly moving up and down my asscrack slowly teasing my cunt.I asked for a condom and he said, he ran out of it and if i wanted him to fuck it would have to be bare. I was too horny by that point to reject him. He said "Bitch, today i make u mine." And he with that he forcefully pushed his dick inside my asshole. He dick ripped apart my spinchter and i felt a sharp pain to his cock through my ass. I cried. He just with one powerful hand muffled my mouth and proceeded to fuck me rough. It was painful at the start but it started carrying out its magic immediately after. I was aggast at how can a cock perform such a miracle. I loved it and started pushing my ass on his cock more and more. "Bitch I knew u would like it faggot". I knew from the moment i saw u in the bar that u were a horny whore." It was awesome. He steamrolled my i sides and hit my prostate with each stroke. I pulled his face and we get into a deep kisses. I wanted to be his. I wanted his babies. "Bitch u seem to be having the time of ur life." "YES, FUCK ME MORE.I DON'T WANT IT TO STOP". "I ain't stopping until i get u pregnant" "I dnt care if u make me urs. I don't care if u make me pregnant.I don't even fucking care if i die now.JUST DON'T STOP FUCKING ME". "YEA!!WHORE. I WILL KILL U ALRIGHT. U WILL DIE AS I MAKE U PREGNANT WITH MY POZ BABIES". With that he started cumming inside my hole. The stream of cum seemed endless. I could feel my hole slick and wet. I shuddered at his words. "Yo.... You're Poz??". "Yeah bitch. I thought u knew when u saw my scorpion tattoo. But its too late now, my babies are already swimming side ur gut and it will incubate inside u." I was stunned, but he pulled me into a deep kiss and said "You said u didn't care if u die, I am only giving u ur wish. Ur free now." I realised its too late and knew his babies were already working inside of me slowly eating at me and making me his. Although I was shocked, a part of me felt weirdly happy that such a hot guy made me his. I would be his bitch and I would carry his DNA inside me. I pulled him for another kiss and said "I haven't cum yet. U gonna leave me like this??" "Haha...u filthy whore. I knew u would not be satisfied with that, so while we coming down here i called a few of my poz buddies saying that a whore needed breeding. They r probably here and watching". I then look around to see 5 guys with huge dicks stroking their cocks waiting for their turn to fill me in. Looks like this weekend i would not only get pregnant from this hot guys but will have other's babies too. I had the hootest weekend with the 5 guys fucking me day and night and feesing me cum at both ends. I felt fulfilled. A couole of weeks later, i got down with a very bad fever. I got myself tested and found out that i an HIV +. I called up the guy and give him the news. He said " U lucky guy. Looks like ur wish is coming true. U r going to die slowly. Get ur ass over here so that i can help u with that." I rush over to hus place and he fucked me straight for 2 hours. A few days later I moved into him and ever since, he and his friends come over and keep fucking me, keep me on a leash with a collar written faggot on it.I am loving every moment of it and m sure I will let him fuck me and whore me out till i breath my last.

I went along to this for the first time. I haven't been to the LC before and things seemed to align - a cheap hotel room nearby (Zedwell) - and a party that people have recommended. If you've not been to the LC then it's a similar deal to Bunker or Underground Club, but larger, cleaner and better maintained. There's a bar and bathrooms on the ground floor, and stairs down to the basement - which looked to be to be about 2.5x bigger. The basement has an outdoor smoking patio and lot of dark corners to play in - a couple of well set up slings and other bits of equipment. Rawhide is a dress code event - black leather black rubber and boots. I was worried it might be full of twinky guys in puppy masks but it wasn't and the crowd reminded me of Backstreet, but with a much friendlier atmosphere. It has a really nice vibe to it. Plenty of fun to be had - I started out in the darker area to build some confidence and tried to get some group fun going by playing with one guy and then as others draw close involving them in the fun too. It was dark so I didn't really pay much attention to who or count how many - just got lost in the moment, I guess. Highlight was one of the younger guys in leather harness who cornered me. I hadn't paid him much attention because I usually end up playing with older and more bearish guys. I'd seen him getting fucked earlier on by a couple of leather guys, so assumed he was a bottom. But no... after some initial exploration he said the magic words - "Get in the sling, I wanna fuck you". I didn't need to be told twice! I hopped in and I was wearing a butt plug to keep my hole a bit stretched and keep any loads inside. He pulls it out - and then makes a show of licking it and then sucking on it. Looks like he's my kind of pig! After he's done I proffer to hold it so he has his hands free, but he has other ideas, and pops it in his own hole for safekeeping. Next he gets up to speed with fucking and he's not gentle at all. I'm encouraging him to dig harder and deeper. The scaffold supporting the sling is shaking and creaking with our momentum. He doesn't take long to nut - and when he does he stays inside a moment. When we regain our breath and composure he extracts my plug from his hole and uses it to plug mine and seal his cum inside - as he pushes it in, I can feel it's slick with whatever cum and juices it picked up from his hole. So lots of cock, but only one load - although I like to think sharing that plug meant I got more than a few second hand ones 😉

Did you just double the money? Nice try.... Although the story was never finished, I still see the dark path in front of me the twink would have wandered alongside with the two AIDS blokes. In the end, he would have been left behind, wrecked and empty handed.... ( 10 k for a fuck? As if we have money to waste... *smiles wickedly* )

@nymidtowneast Thanks for the first comment. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this next chapter will give you a taste of what's to come. @pozpopperpig well, if you know my stories... its going to be fun... @Cumboi Hopefully, this next chapter will be enough to hold you over until I can finish the next chapter. @ErikRaw My pleasure. Glad you enjoy it! @marcus1969 Thanks for the reply! @shinelover Glad your enjoy it so far! @Falls727 Hopefully the next chapter will do more than that for you 😉 @negchaserlooking I don't think even I know, and I'm the author lol. But I'm sure we will all enjoy the ride. @MuslDadOC Oh, it's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. I think everyone will like what I have planned there. Here's the next chapter. I'm still proofing the 3rd and 4th chapters, and have the next few at least mapped out. Still working on the other story, mind you, but hopefully this will tide everyone over until I can get that one out. Still have at least two more chapters to go on it. Anyways, enjoy! --- Lesson 2: The Power of Letting Go I watched on as Mike set the whip down on a table near the cross, and walked over to the tall humidor and pulled out two rather large cigars and prepared to get them lit. Slowly he brought the first one to life, puffing repeatedly until a large cloud of smoke was erupting from his mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to Greg and put the lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, followed by shackling his remaining free hand. “Fuck yeah babe,” Mike said, now bringing the remaining unlit cigar in his mouth and puffing it to life, “You ready to get flogged?” Greg let out an appreciative moan around his cigar, letting out a cloud of smoke in its wake. Walking over to cross, Mike moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth and picked the whip back up from the table. With a nod of his head, Mike gestured for me to get closer to watch. I stepped closer, watching as Mike suddenly cracked the multi-tasseled whip across Greg’s ass, immediately eliciting a loud groan. I felt my cock jump at the sound in the confines of the white jockstrap I put on. I stood there taking in the sight as Mike smacked Greg’s ass several more times, both of them puffing on their cigars in between strikes. Unable to take it any longer, I reached into the jock and began to slowly work my cock, as I slowly moved my left hand across my chest before slowly starting to pinch my right nipple. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Mike said, grinning around the large cigar as he looked over at me as I slowly began to feel myself up at the scene, “Liking what you see so far?” “It’s really hot,” I said in agreement, pinching my nipple even harder, letting myself get lost in the scene in front of me. Mike’s only reply was and even harder smack across Greg’s ass, causing him to groan even louder. “Smack that ass even harder,” Greg groaned aloud, puffing hard on his cigar before moving his ass back even farther. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, pig?” Mike asked, suddenly giving three hard smacks in succession. Greg gave a groan in appreciation, as Mike pulled the cigar out of his mouth, gesturing with it at the scene in front of us. “What do you think, boy,” he asked, giving his hard dick a few long tugs, “Ready to give it a try?” I could only nod, unsure if I could even voice words with the amount of hormones rushing through my bloodstream. Walking over, I helped Mike unshackle Greg, and with my heart racing, I watched as Greg turned his head grabbing his cigar out of his mouth with his now free hand. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face and blew a huge cloud of smoke in it. Before I could react further, he locked lips and slowly forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt as Greg grabbed the back of my neck, his cigar butt rubbing against my skin as we both stood there, making out. As Mike finally released his other hand, I felt as he reached into my jock and slowly began to tug on my balls, working them in his hand while our tongues continued to slide against each other. Greg was the first to pull away as I felt Mike come up beside us, his hand slowly working a few fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly prodding the outside of my hole. Mike took a long pull on his cigar before exhaling in my face, and then we locked lips as well. “Fuck yeah,” Greg growled, giving my nuts a slight squeeze, making me let out an involuntary moan, “Gonna enjoy turning you into our dirty little sex pig.” After a few minutes of making out, Mike and I broke apart as I felt Greg tugging my hand out of my jockstrap, and pulled it up towards the shackle. I let him deftly strap my wrist in as Mike began doing the same with my other hand. Both occasionally puffed on their cigars, blowing the smoke towards me as they quietly worked. Satisfied I was fully shackled in, Greg walked over to the wall of whips and toys, and grabbed another nearly identical whip to the one Mike was using earlier. While Greg was doing that, Mike double checked the shackles, growling deeply with approval. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly running his hand down my back until he reached my ass, giving its a firm squeeze, “Got you chained up right where I want you. Gonna make those ass cheeks glow red.” Stepping back, he took another puff on his cigar as Greg walked up beside him. “You ready, pig boy?” Greg said, puffing on his cigar as well. Nervously, I just nodded and waited. And then I felt as first one asscheek and then the other were smacked, leaving a slight sting where each of the whips came in contact with my skin. The sensation cause me to take in a slight gasp, as well as my cock to twitch a little. “Nice,” Mike said, as he took another swing and connect with my right cheek, “Already a bit pink.” We stood there for several minutes, each man taking a turn smack one ash cheek then the other, as progressively each crack of the whip got harder and sharper. I began to moan as I let myself drift away mentally, enjoying the pain with each smack. The room was quickly filling with a haze and the cigar smoke floated in the air. Suddenly, one smack connected extra hard, causing me to yelp with the pain and shock of it. “Like that, fucker?” Greg asked, as another equally sharp smack hit the other side, again making me yelp, “Look how fucking red his ass is getting.” “Yeah, pig boy here must like the pain,” Mike laughed, before walking around and pointing the whip at my crotch, “He’s hard and the front of the jock is already soaking wet with his precum.” I felt several fast and hard smacks connect with ass, causing me to whimper slightly from the pain as I involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Mike asked while he laughed, pulling hard on his cigar before blowing it in my face, “You aren’t going anywhere. We got you right where we fucking want you.” “We got ourselves a nice slab of boy meat here,” Greg added, rubbing the whip between my thighs, “I can’t wait until we fuck you up and make you our personal fuck toy. Turn you into a brainless little fuck puppet that we can do whatever we want to.” I flinched away as a a massive wave of fear filled me as the reality of the situation hit me. I’m chained up essentially a random stranger’s basement, and nobody knowing where I was. I was at the mercy of these guys, and suddenly I felt panicked as every possible outcome race through my brain. The fear must shown on my face as Mike looked at me directly. The tone of the room changed suddenly and Mike looked over at Greg for a split second. Stepping closed, Mike stepped to behind me, grabbing my chin as he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry boy, it’s all talk,” he said gently in my ear, his hand slowly moving up and down on my chest and stomach, “You’re safe here, and you can say stop at any time and go home. But we both hope you won’t. We got lots of plans for the entire summer. It’s your choice… do you want to keep going and see part of what we have planned?” I stood for a second and let out a few shaky breaths, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, before running his hand through my hair, before turning to Greg as he then moved his hand over my still stinging ass, gently rubbing it before he continued, “Looks like he’s ready to move to the sling. I call dibs on taking his butt cherry.” Reaching up, he began to unshackle my arms, causing the tension and fear in my chest to release. Gingerly, I pulled my arms down before twisting my body, looking down at my ass. Damn, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of my bright red and throbbing ass, they really did a number down there. Greg walked over to me, taking his half smoked cigar out of his mouth and began to make out with me, as Mike took both paddles and and put them back. I tasted the thick cigar smoke all over his tongue, letting myself relax as he suddenly pulled away and using my hair, pulled my head back, leaving my mouth gaping opening. Suddenly, I felt him spit into my open mouth, before he took a huge drag on his cigar and then went back into kissing me, forcing his cigar smoke into my mouth. Surprisingly, I found I really enjoyed it, enjoying the taste as our tongues intertwined. Finally he pulled away, and I let out a sigh, noticing some of the smoke on my breath. “Good boy,” he growled, “You like taking Daddy’s smoke, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said, very turned on as I nodded, “Thank you sir.” “Polite fucking pig, isn’t he,” Mike said, standing over near the sling as he motioned for me to get in. Having never been in a sling before, I failed the first two tries to get it, before finally getting the hang of it with some help from the both of them. Slowly adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I was inwardly glad there weren’t any restraints on the sling after my minor panic attack at the cross. Greg came to stand next to my head as Mike went over to the wall, looking at the different dildos, before deciding on one that was just a bit smaller than his cock, but somehow still large enough to make me nervous. I looked up as Greg opened up his bottle of poppers, taking a few sniffs of the bottle before letting out a content sign. “That fucking better,” he growled, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly content. Having heard of the poppers, but never trying them before, I was a bit curious as to what they were like. Apparently, I was about to find out as Greg set his cigar back in the corner of his jaw, and began to hand me the bottle. “Ever done poppers, boy?” he asked, as I grabbed the bottle from him. “No, I mean, I know of them, and I know it makes sex fucking wild, but never had a chance to try them,” I answered, as I began to mime what I had seen both of them do. “Go ahead and pinch off one side of your nose with your thumb there, and I want to you to take a deep sniff or two in each nostril,” he said, coaching me through it as he slowly stroked is cock. I did as he said, watching as Mike came over with he dildo and some lube, as well as dragging a stool behind him. I didn’t feel anything at first as I watched Mike take a seat at my ass, and then, a wave of warmth spread across my face, making me feel flush as I felt my heart start to race. The feeling was intense, and after handing back the bottle to Greg, I sat there in the sling, enjoying the rush. “Good fucking poppers, aren’t they,” Mike asked, slowly coating my asshole with the cool lube, “Greg and I picked up quite a few on our last trip to Berlin.” I could only grin stupidly and nod as I felt myself floating on the high. “You ready?” Mike asked, slowly pressing the head of the gleaming black dildo up against my hole. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out loud, feeling the pressure at my asshole. “Babe, get him fucked up on the poppers while I break in his hole and stretch him out,” Mike said, rubbing my cock and balls as I pulled away slightly at the sudden intrusion at my ass. I laid there gripping the chains of the sling as Greg held the bottle to my nose, having me take 4 deep sniffs in each nostril. Satisfied, he closed the bottle back up and watched as his husband slowly began to press the dildo harder against my hole. I was about to tell him we’d have to quit when I finally felt the head of the toy suddenly breach my opening. The sudden stretching of my assails caused me to let out a loud, pained groan as Mike slowly worked the large black toy deeper and deeper into my ass, occasionally looking up and me with a grin and nodding as it slowly breached my guts. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing his free hand across my flat stomach, “Good fucking boy. Let your daddies stretch that ass out so we can breed it later. Fill you up with a few nice loads of dirty bear cum in those virgin guts. You want that, don’t you baby?” The poppers having taken full effect left me too far gone to speak, only leaving me with enough brain power to nod. The pain in my ass slowly switched over to a pleasant fullness as the head of the dildo began to slide past my prostate. “Oooooh fuck,” I groaned, feeling as the dildo occasionally was pulled back before being driven back in again. I looked up and watched as Greg slowly smoked his cigar, enjoying the feeling as he slowly began to pinch and twist my nipples. “Ah…. Oh god,” I gasped, feeling as the base off the toy hit my taint, finally worked deep in my guts, “Oh fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” “Yeah, fucker,” Greg said, blowing his smoke down at me as he continued to stroke his hard cock, “Take that toy deep in you. So fucking hot seeing your young jock hole get destroyed. We are going to get those guts nice and stretched out for all the cum we’re gonna dump in you.” “Shiiiit,” I groaned again as I felt Mike jiggle the toy around before slowly pulling it back to the entrance of my hole. The sensation caused my legs to shudder for a short while, as I felt my ass grip down on the toy. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly reached down and after pulling out my dick from the confines of the jock, started slowly jacking off. “Yeah,” Mike growled, “You like feeling your virgin hole get stretched, don’t you boy? You’re gonna be a good boy and let us do whatever we want? Let us fill you up with our dirty bear cum until its leaking out?” “Oh, fuck… yes…. Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as he began working the toy in and out of my hole, “Whatever you want.” For a while, Mike continued to slowly fuck my ass with the large toy, as Greg continued to pinch and work my nipples, both of them covering my body with cigar smoke. As I got more used to the sheer size and length of the dildo, I laid back and slowly stroked my cock, enjoying the stretch. Finally, after what felt like like forever but was likely just 10 minutes, Mike pulled the dildo out, with a dull pop. Grinning, he laid it on my stomach. “Fuck yeah, thats how deep it was inside you,” he said, rubbing his hand on my stomach along side the toy. “Holy shit…” I replied, my voice quivering as I slowly got used to the empty feeling in my ass. “Hey babe,” Greg said suddenly, getting up and walking over to one of the tool boxes, “Since you get his ass cherry, mind if I take his cock cherry?” Confused, I looked at Mike. My mind tried to figure out what he meant, seeing as I was definitely not a virgin in terms of penetrating someone. “Fuck yeah, if you think he’s ready. You’re gonna love this, slut,” Mike said, grinning before he got up and moved towards my head. Slowly, he took the cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on my left nipple. “Open up your mouth for a second, pig,” he said, as Greg continued to rummage around. I complied with his request, and slowly he let a long line of drool out into my mouth before he put his nearly finished cigar in my mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I closed my lips around the cigar, unfamiliar with the sensation. “Fuck that’s a hot look,” Greg said grinning around his cigar, as he walked up to my ass with several long and curved metal rods and a tube of lube. Mike quickly walked away, making his way over to the humidor and pulling out another two cigars as well as an ash tray. Walking back up to me, he set the ashtray on my chest, effectively using me as a table, while Greg began to cover the smallest of the rods with lube. “Extra hundred for you tonight if you finish both of our cigars, boy,” Mike said, before sticking the first cigar in his mouth and lighting it. I sat there for a second contemplating it before deciding to do what he asked. Having never smoked before, I felt a bit weird doing it, but I decided to follow their lead and took a few puffs on the cigar. I was surprised at the taste, amazed that it tasted better or at least different than it smelled. After a few puffs, I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, turning my attention to what Greg was doing. “What’s that?” I asked, watching as he covered the rod with the lube, ensuring that it was fully covered. “Well, since Mike gets first crack at breeding the prime unused hole, I figured I deserve to take one of your other cherries,” he began to explain, grabbing onto my dick suddenly, suddenly rubbing the length of the rod along my dick hole, “This is whats called a urethral sound. I’m gonna break open your dick cherry and fuck you nice and deep with these sounds until you shoot your load.” I paused for a second. There’s no fucking way thats gonna work, I thought to myself, trying to wrap my head around what Greg had just told me. “Don’t worry, boy,” Mike assured me, reaching over me and grabbing Greg’s cigar out of his mouth and placing it in the ashtray, before replacing it with the freshly lit one, “Greg is a professional at this. I thought the same thing the first time as well. But trust me, you’re gonna love it.” I sat there for a second, contemplating if it was time to stop. But as I felt him slowly start to stroke my dick, my hormones got the better of me and decided to just sit back and enjoy the ride. “Fine,” I sighed, “As long as you know what your doing I guess.” Resigned and just a tiny bit darkly curious, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and watched Greg as he continued to tease the opening of my dick with the cold metal rod. “Babe, wanna give him a few hits off the poppers?” Greg asked, not looking up as he gently pressed the tip of the metal to my cock hole. Silently, Mike grabbed the bottle of poppers out of his harness, opened them and put the opening to my nose as I instinctively pressed my thumb against one of my nostrils and sniffed deeply. Looking up at me, Greg gave me a huge grin, waiting as the poppers did their job. “Ready, fucker?” he asked, and not waiting for the answer, slowly began to push the rod into my pisshole. The sensation of the thin cold metal rod inside my cock was intense, causing me to groan immediately. I watched in fascination as the rod slowly worked down into my dick, and I could feel every twist of the metal as Greg worked the rod further and further down. “Yeah, babe, stretch out the pig’s pisshole,” Mike growled, lighting his cigar now before walking away to the tool box as well. I only vaguely registered Mike leaving as nearly al my attention was on the scene before me, as Greg began to work the metal rod deftly in and out of my urethra. The sensation felt amazing and alien at the same time. Eventually, Mike returned, with what looked like two suction cups and what looked like a hand pump. I began to puff on the cigar as Greg continued to do what I could only describe as fuck my cock with the metal probe, while Mike placed each suction cup over my nipples and began to pump the air out, effectively obscenely sucking out my nipples to fill each cup. Satisfied, Mike flicked each cup, checking the seal before moving back to my head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched as Greg pulled out the metal rod. “How was that?” Greg asked, as he began to lube up a thicker rod, “Ready for more?” To enraptured at the scene before me, and with the large cigar in my mouth that I was now puffing regularly on, I could only nod. “Go ahead and grab your cock so you can feel me shoving it in you,” Greg said with a smile, as he pressed the tip of the rod at my dick’s opening. I let go of one of the chains I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto tightly and gently wrapped my hand around my dick, firmly holding it in place. “Yeah, feel that fucking rod stretch out your piss tube,” Greg said, as I could indeed feel the metal rod slowly go deeper and deeper into my dick before stopping half way, “Want me to go deeper?” Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I groaned, feeling the metal rod against my fingers, deep inside my dick. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving my dick a slight tug, feeling how the my urethra conformed to the metal around it. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper, until finally only the tip remained. Finally he let go of the rod, and we all watched as it slowly began to work itself out of my cock. Greg began to gently tap and press the rod back down. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I groaned around the cigar, loving the sensation it was giving me. Greg grinned down at me as he continued to tap and slide the rod in and out of my cock. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked slowly jacking his cock as he watch on. “Oh god, yes, keep doing that,” I said, my whole world narrowed down to the feeling of the metal rod fucking the inside of my dick as I puffed away on the nearly spent cigar. I felt as Mike pulled the nub of the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray, before grabbing the other mostly smoked cigar and firmly planting it back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, pig,” Mike growled, jacking his cock and rubbing the tip of it in my hair and across my face, “You look so fucking hot smoking that cigar while that metal rod fucks the inside of your dick. Can’t wait until I get to paint the walls of your guts with our loads.” Greg continued to fuck the sound in and out of my dick, and after a few minutes, he began to move my hand up and down, jacking my self on the sound. “Yeah…. That sound is nice and deep in you,” he growled, holding it in place as I began to stroke myself, “Show your daddies how much you love it. Fucking take it.” This continued on for several minutes, with Greg asking how much I loved what he was doing, and Mike telling me how hot the scene was. I couldn’t help myself and started jacking off my dick rougher and rougher, telling them how fucking good it felt. Finally I felt the telltale feelings I was about to shoot my load. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m about to shoot,” I groaned, still jacking my cock hard as Greg continued to help push the rod back down inside my dick. I could see a small puddle of precut had already formed on my stomach, pooling easily around my abs. “Fuck yeah, shoot your load for us!” Mike and Greg said nearly in unison, as I began to jack myself off with reckless abandon. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, the feeling of humming building hard and fast deep in my dick, “I’m gonna fucking nut, shit…” Suddenly, I felt as my dick began to erupt, shooting with such force that half the rod shot up out of my dick, the first volley of cum squirting around it and onto my stomach. I continued to roughly jack my cock as Greg quickly pulled the rod out, as I continued to pump several more times, causing me to yell out wordlessly with each massive spurt. It took me a solid minute before I finally felt like I was done. I looked down, amazed at the amount of cum I had shot. My cock was covered, with a massive white puddle pooling on my abs. It was hands down the largest amount I’d ever produced. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, Greg then began to rub the end of it in the pool of my cum, coating it thickly before shoving it back into my mouth. “Fucking taste yourself on that cigar,” Greg said, before he and Mike began to do the same thing with theirs, scooping up the massive amount of cum. It reminded me of when I was a kid, after begging my parents for it, they’d break down and buy me one of those Fun Dips and I’d share it with my friends. Following their lead, I took the cigar back out of my mouth, scooping more of my cum onto the end of it before putting it back in my mouth, the salty and somewhat creamy flavor contrasting the taste of the cigar. The three of us grinned at each other as we slowly scooped up my spent load, sucking it off the end of our cigars until finally only a slick sheen of my spent land remained on my stomach. Finally, Greg broke the silence and picked the rod up and held it up vertically along side my still hard cock. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, grinning at me as I set the spent cigar out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray, “Thats how deep it was inside you.” “Holy shit,” was the only thing I could think of as a reply. I was pleasantly shocked at the length, as I never imagined something so long would fit in there and actually feel good. I let out a small laugh as Greg stepped back and Mike took his place. “That was amazing,” I said, still riding the high of endorphins after summing so hard. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mike said, as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my now wet and slightly stretched hole, giving me a wicked grin. “Now it’s our turn to cum.”

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

the butt plug - the icing on the cake. love it. would be great to see it travel round a group

Yes and I married him! 😁😁

Part 3 As I have said before, there are few things I love doing more than walking around Berlin - it's one of my favourite ways to unwind. I love the peace of spending time on my own exploring parks, streets, buildings and rivers, especially in what used to be East Berlin. I sometimes take a train to the end of an underground and then come above ground and spend the rest of the day walking back into the centre of town. One Saturday morning in the late 2000s, I took a train right into the north-east of Berlin to an area I had not explored before and began to walk back towards the town centre. I walked for a few hours, enjoying myself very much and stopping a couple of times for a rest and a cold drink. It was now getting towards lunchtime, and I was quite hungry, so I decided to look for a somewhere to get something to eat. A short time later I saw what looked like a rather run-down shopping centre up ahead and, also very much needing to piss, I decided to check it out. The shopping centre had definitely seen better days, but there were plenty of shops still open and a sign for a food court on the second floor. I decided my first task was to find a toilet and I set off towards the back of the shopping centre and then branched off to the left, following the sign for the toilets. When I got to the end of the corridor, there were no more signs and I was not sure what direction to go in. I came to a dead end with a set of stairs leading down to the basement and I went down there, eventually finding the toilet at the end of yet another passage. I went in and took a much needed piss at one of the urinals. While I was washing my hands, another guy came in and entered one of the two cubicles. He looked maybe early to mid 30s, blond and quite stocky - very straight looking. However I was almost certain that he had checked me out as he walked past me into the cubicle. I waited a moment and then turned round towards the cubicles. One door was shut and the other open and straight away I saw a perfectly sized glory hole between the two cubicles. I waited another minute or two and then I decided to go for it. I went into the cubicle, pulled my trousers and pants down and sat on the toilet. The hole was not covered and I looked through discreetly. The blond guy was sitting on the toilet, his jeans and his white underpants at his ankles. He had his hand over his dick, but when he saw me looking, he leaned back and showed me his hard cock. I tapped my fingers on the hole and he stood up. A few seconds later, his cock was through the hole, and I took it in my mouth and began to suck it. I head him sighing as I sucked him and after a while I could feel his cock getting harder in my mouth and I guessed he was about to cum. But then he pulled his cock back through and tapped his fingers on the hole. I had somehow not expected this, but I wasted no time in standing up and pushing my hard cock through the hole and into his mouth. He sucked me really well and before too long I was really close myself. I don't know if he sensed this, but he stopped sucking me and stood up. I was expecting him to push his cock through again, but instead he took hold of my cock and turned round, backing his arse up to the hole and rubbing my cock against his arsehole - there was no doubt what he wanted me to do! As always when out and about in Berlin, I had a little pack of lube with me and I opened it and began to rub some into his arsehole. He groaned and pushed his arse hard against the hole and a few seconds later I was pushing the head of my cock up his arse. When I was fully inside him, I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He was obviously very horny, and he began to ride my cock, pushing back in time with my thrusts. I had never thought I would end up fucking a fit guy's arse without a condom in the toilets of a shopping centre when I had set off that morning and I enjoyed every minute of this unexpected fuck. His arse was quite tight, but I could somehow tell he was no stranger to being fucked. I just hoped we would not be interrupted before I had a chance to shoot a nice big load right up his arse. I was fucking him harder now and was getting close, and after a few more thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up him. When I had pulled out, he turned round and took hold of his cock. He wanked it a few times and then pushed it through the hole. I took it in my mouth just as he began to cum and I swallowed every drop. Out of breath now, I sat down on the toilet as the guy in the next cubicle pulled up his pants and left almost immediately. I tidied myself up, washed my hands and decided to go in search of some food. I made my way back to the main part of the shopping centre and the first thing I saw was a sign pointing to the toilets right by the entrance, which I had obviously missed. I guessed that the old toilets in the basement were mostly now used for cruising by those who knew they were there. A short time later, I was up on the second floor in the food court, sitting at a table with my food. A couple of tables away from me a woman was sitting with two young children and then a guy arrived at the table with a tray of burgers and fries and began to hand them out to the children. It was the guy I had just fucked in the toilet. He didn't notice me as he sat down with his family, his arse loaded with cum. A few years later, I arrived in Berlin after a really busy period at work. I was looking forward to having a rest and even more so to enjoying some good, hard, bareback sex, something I had always managed to find on my trips to Berlin. I arrived in the early afternoon, checked into my hotel and then had a shower and rested for a couple of hours. I woke up feeling refreshed and also feeling horny and went online to see if I could hook up. After a short time, I was messaged by an Indian guy in his mid 20s. He said he was a top and just wanted a quick fuck on his way to work. He sent me a picture of his cock, which was long and thick, and I sent him a couple of pictures of my arse. He told me he didn't have too long as he was on his way to work but could be with me in around 20 minutes. I had another shower and freshened up and a short time later I met him down in the hotel reception. He was even better looking than his pictures - with dark eyes, long dark hair and an arse that really filled out his smart black trousers. When we got to my room , he pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I was really horny now and the scent of his aftershave and the feel of his hard cock pressing against me almost made me cum in my pants. Before long we were both naked and I was down sucking his big, thick cock. He let me suck him for a while and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He turned round and bent over the bed, and I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. I was beyond horny now and I knelt up on the bed and offered him my arse. He had told me beforehand that he didn't want to use a condom and I had said I was fine with that. He pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his cock against my arsehole and soon he was pushing his big, thick cock right up me. He gave me a minute or two to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me, slowly at first and then a bit harder. I had not had a cock this big up me for some time and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck. He fucked me for a while and then he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me really hard. I could tell he was getting close and a short time later he pushed his cock hard up my arse a few times and held it there. It was one of the best fucks I had had in a long time and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my unprotected arse. After a while, he pulled his cock out of my arse, and I took it in my mouth and sucked on it for a while. Then he showered quickly and when he was dressed again he kissed me and said he had better get to work. When he left, I laid back on the bed and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of what felt like a massive load of cum in my arse. The following evening, I was meeting one of my friends, Christiaan, for dinner. I had known Christiaan for a number of years, and I liked him a lot. His partner was a little bit older than him and I sometimes found him hard work. He was a bit intense and I sometimes found him a bit judgemental about such things as cruising and anyone having "unprotected sex". Christiaan had suggested that we meet at an Indian restaurant near my hotel, as all three of us loved Indian food, and I was looking forward to catching up with him again. We met about 9pm and soon the guy behind the bar had brought us our drinks and some menus, saying that the waiter would be with us as soon as we were ready to order. A short time later, our waiter came to the table, and when I looked up, I saw the guy who had fucked me the day before. He was dressed smartly in his dark trousers and a white shirt and his long hair was tied ack in a ponytail. If anything, he looked even more attractive than he had the day before. He didn't give any indication that he recognised me. He took our order professionally and before long he was back at the table with our food. The food was excellent, and as I enjoyed my food and chatted to Christiaan and his partner, I couldn't help watching the waiter as he bent across the table opposite ours to serve their food. His arse looked as fit as ever, and I couldn't help getting a bit of a hard on as I remembered how much I had enjoyed pulling his cheeks apart and getting my tongue up his hairy hole the day before. We took our time over the food and then ordered some coffee. It was later on now and the restaurant was much quieter. The waiter cleared a couple of tables near ours and as he passed our table again, he very discreetly motioned to me with his eyes to follow him. Christiaan and his partner had not noticed anything and I excused myself and followed the waiter at a discreet distance. I followed him past the toilets and round a corner at the end of the passage. He didn't look round at all and I was beginning to wonder if I had misread his signal, when he pushed a door open and, looking over his shoulder, motioned to me to follow him. I was really excited now as he led me into what was obviously a staff toilet . He put his finger to his lips and then he grinned at me as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his knees, along with his pants. His cock was half hard and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. It was not long before his cock was fully hard, and I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and motioned to me to turn round. I was not expecting this - I had assumed he was just going to let me suck him off - but I was really turned on as I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent forward over the sink. I felt him rub something on my arse and then I felt the head of his big cock pushing up my arse once again. He didn't waste any time - he pushed right up me and began to fuck -once again he fucked me really well and really hard. I leant over the sink and took hold of my cock, wanking as he fucked me. I couldn't quite believe I was being fucked by the waiter in the toilet of a restaurant whilst two of my most straight-laced friends were finishing their coffee at the table nearby. He fucked me really quickly and after just ten or twelve more thrusts he pushed up my arse and pumped me full of cum for the second time in two days. When he pulled out my arse , I sucked his cock clean again and seconds later we were both back out in the restaurant. I wasn't sure how long we had been gone but no one seemed to have noticed anything. Christiaan's partner asked if I was alright and I smiled and said "Yes, fine thanks." I would love to have added "As a matter of fact, I've just taken the waiter's load up my arse!" just to see what he would say, but I thought I had better not. I was still very horny and when we left the restaurant, I headed for the Tiergarten, where I took a few more loads. As I walked back through the deserted streets to my hotel a couple of hours later, I could feel my arse gaping and I couldn't stop a few loads of cum sliding out into my underpants. One of the most unexpected and horniest experiences I had in Berlin was in the late 2000s when I met one of my friends for a night out. I had known Peter for many years and I had first met him through friends when I spent three months in Hamburg when I was a student. Peter was completing his teacher training to be an English teacher and was keen to practice his English. We got on very well and stayed good friends. Peter had moved to Berlin from Hamburg a couple of years before after splitting with his long-term partner. I had known Peter and his partner were drifting apart, but I was surprised when they split. I was even more surprised when Peter moved to Berlin and within a couple of months was living with a 21 year old. That relationship had lasted about a year and Peter was now single again and I was really looking forward to catching up with him. I had been out cruising with Peter a few times during the last year of his relationship and I knew he was always passionate about safe sex. He rarely fucked when out cruising and then only as a top with a condom - he always said that bottoming with a stranger was too risky, even with a condom. I knew also that he really worried about some of his friends who went bareback. At this time, however, I was mostly practising safe sex, so Peter never saw me fucking without a condom. A few months before this trip, I had been out with Peter at a bar in Berlin which had quite an active darkroom and also an outside area which was not overlooked and had a few recesses where guys would go for sex - especially during the day when the darkroom was not open. Peter and I were in the bar early one summer evening with a group of his friends and I had got chatting to one of them. We got on well and after a while we discreetly made our way out to the garden area and into one of the recesses. We sucked each other for a while and then he said he would love to fuck me. I bent over without hesitation and he went up me bareback. He fucked me really well and soon we had a bit of a crowd watching us. He was getting close now and a short time later he pushed right up me and pumped me full of cum. When he had finished and pulled out, I pulled up my pants and turned round to where a few guys were still watching and I realised that one of them was Peter. He was looking at me with an odd expression on his face, and I guessed he had seen me being fucked bareback and did not approve. However, he never said anything and his manner to me was absolutely as usual. We arranged to meet for a meal on the Friday night of this visit and Peter asked me if I fancied going for a drink later on, saying he knew a place we could go which was open late and was usually good fun on a Friday night, adding that he was sure I would enjoy it. We had a meal in an Italian restaurant and about 10m we got on the underground and travelled out towards the east of Berlin, where we entered a bar with a rainbow flag outside it. It looked very much like any other gay bar, with seats and tables and a small stage at one side of the bar. I wasn't sure why Peter thought I would enjoy this bar particularly, but it was quite busy with a good mix of guys of all ages, including quite a few fit looking younger lads who looked to be in their early to mid 20s. At the table next to ours were three really fit looking lads, one dark haired and stocky, one blond guy and a lad who looked Turkish, I also couldn't help noticing one of the barmen - a dark haired guy who looked in his early 30s. I noticed his arse particularly - when he bent over to get bottles from the lower shelves behind the bar, his T-shirt rode up and I had a perfect view of the top of his white pants and the crack of what looked like quite a hairy arse. The other barman was a bit older but also very friendly and welcoming. The music was good and the bar was quite lively, and around 11.30pm, the doors were locked and one of the staff was on the door to let people out. At this point, the lights went down and the older barman announced that it was show time. I was expecting something along the lines of a drag performer but instead, two fit young lads came onto the stage and the music changed to "Male Stripper." I'm not usually a big fan of male strippers, but I quickly realised that this was going to be different, as the two lads began dancing together and then kissing. The taller of the two was a fit dark-haired guy and the other was blond and a bit stocker. They carried on dancing and kissing and soon they had removed each other's tops. A short time later, they were not only stripping each other, but they were feeling each other up and, as they got down to their underwear, the dark haired guy was playing with the blond boy's cock and we could all see that the blond guy was fully hard in his pants. The dark guy pulled the blond lad's cock out and began to wank him, to much cheering from the audience, and then he went down and began to suck it. He sucked the guy's cock for a while, making sure everyone in the audience could see and then the older barman came on to the stage. I understand German perfectly well and I knew he was asking for a volunteer from the audience to come up and join them. The blond guy was wanking his cock and the barman said "Who wants to come up and suck this big cock?" Just then the dark-haired buy turned his back to the audience and pulled his pants down. He bent over and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his arsehole as, amid more cheers, the barman asked "And who wants to fuck this tight young arse?" There was even more cheering from the audience as he added "No condom necessary!" and I was surprised to see that Peter was cheering as loudly as anyone. The three young lads at the next table were nudging each other and obviously encouraging each other to go up on stage. The Turkish lad was shaking his head and he and the blond guy were encouraging the dark haired lad to go up, which eventually he did, joining the barman and the other two on the stage. The barman asked him his name and he said it was Oliver. The barman left the stage and soon the two guys were all over Oliver, kissing him, feeling him up and stripping off his clothes. A short time later, he too was naked and displaying a fairly sizeable hard on. The two other guys got down and soon they were taking turns sucking his cock and licking his balls. Then they turned him round and he bent over as the dark haired guy pulled his cheeks apart to expose his arsehole before pushing his tongue right up his hole. I had never seen any kind of live sex show before, especially not one like this, and I found it all very horny. A little later, things got even hornier as the dark haired stripper was bent over and lubed and we all watched as the blond guy pushed his big bare cock up him and began to fuck him as Oliver watched and wanked. The blond fucked him for a while and then pulled out as Oliver, amid much cheering from his friends, pushed his bare cock up the lad and began to fuck him. They took turns fucking his mouth and his arse, and a number of other guys were now openly wanking as they watched the show. A fit, dark haired young lad who looked in his early 20s was sitting wanking at a table near us. He had been the first to pull his trousers and pants right down and weas now sitting with his legs spread, wanking what looked like a pretty impressive cock. Peter had also pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and was playing with his cock as he watched the three lads on stage fuck. A couple of guys were now kissing and another guy was getting his cock sucked in the corner of the bar. The fucking on stage was now getting more intense and soon the blond guy was shooting his load up the other lad's arse. He pulled his cock out and then Oliver went up him, fucked him hard and fast and added his load to the other lad's. The scene in the bar had now developed into something of an orgy - guys were wanking and sucking all over the bar and it was not long before one of the younger lads was bent over a table being fucked. The guy fucking him did not use a condom and before long bare cocks were being slipped up unprotected arses everywhere you looked. Oliver had stepped off the stage and was now being fucked over a table, as far as I could see, without a condom and the young Turkish lad was also bent over, his jeans and his white briefs at this ankles, as a older guy fucked him hard up the arse I had hooked up with a couple of guys from a table nearby who told me they were partners. I got down and soon I was sucking on first one cock and then the other. I sucked them both for a while and then one of indicated that I should bend over the table. A short time later I too was being fucked bareback by first one and then the other - and both shot their loads right up me. I was mega horny now and needed to cum - preferably up a fit young arse! Both Oliver and the Turkish lad were bent over the table taking on anyone who wanted to fuck them and I fucked both of them for a little while and just as I was wondering which one to breed, I noticed the fit barman with the hairy arse bent over being fucked nearby. I pulled out the Turkish lad and, when the guy fucking the barman pulled out, I went up him. After just about ten or twelve thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load right up his hairy arse to add to what felt like quite a few loads already up there. When I pulled out I looked around for Peter and saw him at a table nearby. He was fucking the dark haired guy who had been sitting with his legs spread wanking earlier on, while a fit looking black guy watched and wanked. I could tell Peter was getting close and I moved in closer - I had to see if Peter was using a condom. A short time later Peter thrust right up the guy's arse a few times and then pulled out. He wasn't wearing a condom. A little to my surprise, the guy he had fucked got up and they changed places. Peter bent over the table and the dark haired guy stepped up, pulled Peter's cheeks apart, lined up his bare cock and pushed right up him. I watched as the guy fucked Peter and came in him and then watched as the black guy took his place and fucked Peter. I had always thought Peter had a fit looking arse, but I had never seen it being fucked - and certainly not bareback. I enjoyed every minute of it - especially when the black guy came up Peter's arse and then pulled out and I saw the cum sliding out of Peter's arse. It was one of the horniest nights I ever spent - and the next time I was in Berlin, I pumped a few loads up Peter's arse - but that's another story!

**Rob is a 30 year old Hispanic man dressed in a wifebeater and some shorts. He stands 6 feet tall, has a muscular body from working out in the backyard. He has his head shaved, has a light dusting of chest hair the tunnels down to his happy trail. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed but neat. Under his boxers, he has a 3 inch flaccid uncut dick that grows up to a thick 8.5 inches that sticks straight out from his body. He is straight but an opportunist. He fucks guys and girls depending on what’s available when he is high.** Rob sat at his kitchen table hitting his water bong. He was weighing and breaking down product into 8 balls. He receives a text on his phone. It is one of his guys coming to reup. A knock at the door, followed by a sequence of knocks. Rob stands up as he knows it is one of his guys at the door. Rob opens the door for a nervous looking guy named Jose. **Jose is a 20 year old Hispanic young man with a twunk body. He has a slim body but is filled out with some muscle. He was definitely smaller than Rob as Jose only stood 5’8’’ with pale brown skin. He has shaggy dark brown hair that he whips constantly to get out of his eye site. Jose has a slightly noticeable happy trail but shaved smooth past the trail. He starts off with a 2 inch uncut dick that grows to a 7.5 with medium thickness; curves up slightly. He’s dressed in a button up short sleeve shirt with a wifebeater underneath with jeans. Jose is a virgin and hasn’t had any sexual experience.** Rob closes the door behind Jose and directs him to the living room couch. R: okay calm down man. You haven’t even started anything yet. Here calm down a bit. Rob goes to the kitchen table and picks up his water bong. He hands it to the worried looking man on his couch. Jose takes a big hit and holds it in. He blows it out and takes a second hit. He was visibly calmer after that. J: Sorry, I’ve just never done anything like this before. I’m cool now. R: How about something to drink? Rob disappears into the kitchen and returns with 2 Gatorades. He asks Jose which he would like red or blue? He chooses the blue and is handed the drink. Jose opens the drink and takes a big gulp. R: Hey not too fast. That has G in it. J: oh my bad. Its cool, I need something to help calm me down anyways. You don’t mind do you? Jose picks up the water bong again and finishes the bowl off before any answer could be given. Rob was upset that the man just finished off the bowl without a thought in the world. But cool heads prevail. R: It’s cool. I’m gonna go refill this. Rob walked up to the kitchen table and opened up a baggie with picked out a shard. He drops in the bowl. Rob melts the shard and takes a big hit. The passes the water bong to Jose. R: I’m gonna go take a piss. Do not run off. Do not touch any of my shit. If you do, I will find you and cut off your balls. And don’t break my water bong. Rob disappears down a hallway. He got to the toilet and pulls his dick out and starts a stream of golden piss. After the last drip, he shakes the tip and puts himself away in his shorts. He walks back to the living room and everything looks alright. Jose still sitting down on the couch like he never moved. He walks over to hit the bong and notices that the bowl is already depleted. R: WTF man, again? J: Sorry I’m just nervous about keystering those baggies for you tomorrow. I’ve never done anything like that before. Rob picked up the water bong again and walked over to the kitchen. As he is cursing up a storm in his head and refilling the bowl, an idea takes shape in his head. R: (internal) this asshole owes me money and still has the balls to come over, chill, and smoke up my shit. Maybe it’s time to pay the tax man. An evil smirk grew on his face. With his back to Jose he starts talking. R: We could always do a dry run now so you will know what to expect and how it feels. Rob puts his game face back on and turns around to face Jose. He handed the water bong over to him and says go ahead. Calm your head. Jose melted the shard and hit the bong, blowing out a huge cloud. J: You don’t mind helping me. It would really calm me down. R: oh I don’t mind. You should know how it feels so you can get comfortable with it. Go jump in my shower and clean out. My stuff always stays clean until delivery. There is an enema under the sink. J: Wow, thanks man. I’ll be real quick. Rob walked Jose over to the bathroom and showed him the shower. Jose started to throw off his clothes and was oblivious to Rob just standing there, watching the twunk undress. Jose dropped down his boxers and turned around to ask where there the enema was again. Rob just stared at the man’s round ass and started to salivate. R: (internal) I guess the G started kicking in. Rob closed the door behind him and lets the man have shower time. He put away his merchandize and scale. He walked down to his bedroom and started to set up. He dropped his shorts and pulled off his wifebeater, leaving him in only his boxers. He pulled out a tin from his drawer. Inside is some lube premixed with T, condoms with pin holes in the tip, and a vial with his personal supply of A grade T. He finished off the bowl of the water bong and refills in the top tier stuff. He took one hit and was satisfied. Jose walked into the room wearing only his towel. Rob hands him the water bong and Jose grips it with both hands. His towel dropped and Jose was oblivious to being naked in front of the other man. Jose takes a big hit of this new stuff and blows it out. His teeth start to chatter in his mouth. J: oh wow, that’s fucking good. Ever the over indulger, Jose took another hit and then offered it back to Rob. R: just set it down there on the dresser. Now come over here and sit next to me. Okay, good. Now that you are cleaned out, I will start to penetrate you with my finger and work up to baggies. Oh, and I didn’t have the balloons yet so I’ll use a condom with some T inside instead but should be the same experience. Now come bend over the edge of my bed. Jose walked over and bent over for the alpha male. Rob starred down at the price directly in front of him willingly. Rob brought the tin over. Rob squeezed some laced lube on his finger tip and pushed his finger up into the stupid twunk. A mild whimper escaped Jose. The finger met with a little resistance but luckily the enema tip had opened him up a bit to invading objects. Rob used his finger to find the man’s prostate and made Jose moan very low. Rob pretended not to hear it so as to not embarrass him too early. Rob added another finger and slowly fucking him with his index and pointer fingers. J: oh man, it kinda burns. Is that normal? R: yeah, that is totally normal. The burning will go away as you get used to the object inside you. It’s your hole stretching to accommodate my fingers. It will pass and start to feel really good. Rob picked up a shard and placed it between his fingers and reinserted them into the twunks hole. Again the burning caused Jose to gripe a bit but once the T melted he began moaning. Rob pulled out his fingers and picked up the bong and took another hit. He offered it to Jose and both let out a cloud. Rob went back to his box as Jose snuck another hit. Rob placed 2 other shards in between his 2 fingers but this time covered a by a condom. The condom covered his entire hand with the 2 fingers at the tip of the condom. One of the shards was piercing the premade hole in the condom ever so slightly. R: ok we’re gonna try a baggie. Get ready bitch. Rob pushed Jose stomach flat on the bed and used his legs to spread Jose’s legs, leaving his hole wide open. A bit more lube placed on his hole and threw some T powder on the fingered condom. Rob pushed his fingers back into the man’s hole. Once inside, the 2 fingers snapped up the shards and pushed them through the tip of the condom into the deep end of the man’s ass. J: Ahh, its burning R: Don’t be a fucking bitch. Just get used to it. Once both shards had been crushed and pushed through, Rob pulled his fingers out and pealed off the condom and threw it aside. His fingers returned to the man’s hole and Jose moaned out with relief. As Rob finger fucked him, Jose was starting to moan like a good little whore. This made Rob get hard and made his dick bounce just thinking of how tight this man will be around his dick. J: oh yeah, keep them in. the fingers feel amazing. Rob moved his fingers inside the man and made him squeal in delight. R: Do you feel good? Yeah? Want to feel even better? Get up and turn around to me. Jose turned around and was hard as can be. His 7.5 uncut cock turned up at the tip. Rob thought to himself (internal) Damn, precumming already and no Tina dick. That’s real good. R: Good boy. Now take this bong and take the biggest hit you can and blow it on my dick. Rob drops his boxers off and kicks the underwear aside. The straight Jose was lost in the moment and not thinking. He processed really slow. Big hit…blow on his dick… Like so many straight men that are addicted to Tina, he was not stranger to sucking a dick once and a while to get what he needed. But he usually just stayed on the tip of the dick until they came. He starred right down at the 8.5 thick dick in front on him and he hoped that was how this was going to go. R: Go ahead and take a big one and blow it on my big one, stupid fuck. Jose told himself (internal) fuck it! He when down to his knees, grabbed the bong and took the biggest hit of the night and placed his mouth on Rob’s dick. Once his mouth opened, Rob pushed the entire head into Jose’s mouth. Smoke came out of the corner of his mouth. The dick was almost too thick to put in his mouth. This did not stop Rob from pushing it down his throat. Jose felt like he couldn’t breathe with the fucking in his mouth cutting off his air. As if he knew, Rob pulled out of Jose’s mouth R: Again. J: oh this is fun but it’s getting a little too gay for me. R: Again. I’m not gonna tell you a third time. Rob starred right into the Jose’s brown eyes so he knew he meant business. Rob’s eyes were jet black and filled with lust. Jose took another big hit and returned his mouth to Rob’s dick. Again Rob pushed his dick even further into the throat. Smoke came out of Jose’s nose. Rob pulls out. R: Go ahead and take another. Jose immediately took the hit but was pushed away when he tried to put his mouth back on Rob’s cock. R: Okay, so this is how we can go about this you asshole. 1. You can drink the rest of your Gatorade, close your eyes and wake up sore assed and still owe me my money. 2. You can get a bit higher and take my dick. Every inch you take I’ll forgive $50 of the money you owe me. You leave here a straight man that was tricked. Or 3. You can get even higher on my good stuff, take my cum like a good gay boy, and if YOU cum for me while getting fucked, you get invited back to work off more debt. So what is your decision? J: Help me get higher and I’ll let you fill me up with your cum and work off my debt but I don’t think I can cum. R: leave that to me gay boy. Assume the position and take your hits. J: Hey, I’m bi; not a gay boy. I don’t bottom. R: That hard dick says otherwise. Now turn around and show me that nice ass of yours. Jose turns around and bends over at the edge of the bed and spreads his legs. Rob gets behind Jose and grips his left ass cheek with his left hand and jerked his dark brown dick with his right hand. Rob starred at his prize. He starred at the tan lines the young buck had on his light brown body. From just above where his ass started to curve down to halfway past his thighs was a lighter shade of brown. It was almost comparatively white against his dark brown skin of his hand. (Smack) Jose jumps a bit as Rob pulls his hand away from the smooth ass with a hand print on one side. Rob stands up right behind Jose and moves forward until the tip of his dick touched the quivering hole. He did not advance but let the tip just sit there touching the hole. Jose started looking back at Rob starting to get scared. R: I told you to continue hitting the bong. (smack) Now both butt cheeks had a hand print. J: Ah, ok. Yes, sir. R: That’s right bitch. Flickering of the lighter told Rob that Jose was indeed hitting the bong once again. R: ok, now take another big hit and release it when I signal you to. J: what’s the signal? R: oh, you’ll know. Flicker, flicker, bubbling sounds. Rob went down to his knees behind the bottom and started licking his hole. Jose almost choked on his smoke and let it out with a moan. Rob was going to town eating that ass. It wasn’t long before he had his whole tongue going in and out of the wet hole. Once Jose finished the bowl, he handed the water bong back to Rob. R: Still finishing my shit I see. That’s okay. Today you earn it. Rob stood back up and got right behind Jose and grinded his dick against the smooth crack. J: I don’t know about this? Can I still get the Gatorade and black out? R: oh no baby. That ship has sailed. You can have a little bit but you are gonna work off your credit tonight. Tonight you will beg for my cum like the little gay whore you are becoming. Rob placed his head right at the entrance to the hole. J: I’ve never done this before. Please don’t make me do this. I’m not a bottom man. R: Not anymore! Rob shifted his weight forward and his tip popped into the tight virgin hole. Jose tried to buck to get away but Rob used his weight and strength to hold the fucker in place. Letting gravity pull him down into the bottom, slowly, he took an inch. Then another inch sank into the him. Jose was howling at Rob to “stop” and “take it out”, only to be answered with “just get used to it bitch”. At halfway into the tight ass, Rob stopped and went forward to speak to Jose’s ear. R: It all good. You’re almost there. You are half way. If I round up for being such a good sport about this, that’s $250 bucks you just got violated for. You ready for more? Rob pulls his dick almost all the way out and then slowly pushes back to his previous position. His dick hits resistance at the halfway mark again. Rob pulls almost all out again and slams it back in. He gets 2 more inches into the tight hole. Jose has tears in his eyes but does not cry out loud, not wanting to give his host the satisfaction. He had stopped pleading with this man that was in total control. Once again Rob is at Jose’s ear. R: you’re doing great. I’m almost all the way in. Jose’s hole gripped the length of Rob’s dick like a glove. It lets loose its grip and the invading dick takes the opportunity to push again. Jose gives a yelp. Rob bottoms out. Jose feels Rob’s balls against his skin. He cannot believe that he has that monster dick in him. He thought it would never fit. He reaches underneath himself and finds his dick. He is horrified to feel his full length hard and leaking precum. Rob reaches under the new bottom and feels his hard dick too. Still at Jose’s ear, he chuckles. R: Damn. You must be a natural to be that hard still with all that T. Relax, it doesn’t have to be unenjoyable for you. I like my bitches to cum when I fuck them. Jose’s dick throbbed at the little pep talk. Rob’s torso is now against Jose’s back. He pulls out and pushes back in. He slowly long dicks the new bottom. Rob starts to nibble at his Jose’s earlobe as he slow fucks his new bitch. This only makes Jose’s dick bounce with every nibble. Rob worked up a good sweat fucking and pulls all the way out. Jose moans as he feels so empty without the big dick in his hole. Rob just walks off and returns with a towel in one hand and the blue Gatorade in the other. Jose turns around and finally faces his new owner. He knew that he was now his property. He was the alpha. He was transfixed with Rob’s naked body. His muscles, his barely noticeable tan line from wearing tank undershirts. Then his spun mind took over even more and could not look away from his dick. It was standing straight out and him, pointing out the new bottom. Rob noticed the man’s gaze and chuckled to himself. R: I see that I’ve created a good little bitch that knows what he wants. He finished toweling off and throws the towel at Jose. After using the towel, it is thrown aside. Rob took a drink of the Gatorade and then throws it over to the his new play toy. Jose takes a gulp and another before throwing it back at Rob. R: hand me the bong. (received the bong.) Thanks. Rob refills the bowel with his top grade T again. He melts and hits is. Then hits it a second time. He hands it over to Jose. R: Here, you’ve earned it. My dick is not easy to take and you did it so fast. I thought I was gonna be here all night getting into that virgin hole. Well, not so virgin anymore. You’re doing great. Jose was once again transfixed on the hard dick in front of him. He hit the bong once, twice, and a third time. Each time Rob walking over a bit more. At the fourth hit, he knew what to do. He took a huge hit and leaned forward and blew it on the monster dick. This time more of the dick got in his mouth and down his throat. Rob tried to bottom out in his mouth but to no avail. So close he thought. Jose pulled off and takes another hit and blows on the brown meat. Rob pulled Jose up so they are standing face to face with their dicks grinding on each other. Rob took a big hit and pulled Jose into a kiss and shotguns his cloud to him. Lost in the moment, Jose started making out with his controller. Rob put his hands on the bottom’s chest and touches his pecks. He lingered his touch on the nipples and flicked them. This makes Jose moan. After a second shotgun, Rob pushed his bottom down on the bed. He lifted Jose’s legs up with one hand and puts his thumb into the bottoms hole. His thumb sinks in like a knife into butter. He bended down and spits on the hole. He lined his dick up with the hole and pushed right in past any resistance the hole was giving. Jose felt Robs balls on his taint and knew he was in balls deep. Rob slow fucked the light brown skinned man while holding his ankles with his left hand and jerked off the bottom. J: I’m close to cumming. Gawd, this feels so good. R: Not yet you aren’t. Rob released the ankles and placed the bottoms legs on his shoulders. He lifts his knee up on the bed so he can slam into the hole at an angle. This new angled thrusting pushed Jose off the edge and sends his dick into a twitching frenzy. Three spurts of cum shoot out of the twitching dick and the some cum just dribbled out, running down the side of his slightly curved dick. Rob used 2 fingers to scoop up the warm cum off the bottoms chest. He pulled his dick out and smeared the thick cum on the tip and down the topside. He pushed back into the bottom using his own cum as lube R: See told you you were gay. Just gay enough to cum for me. My turn. He returned to the same angle and fucked, harder this time. The sound of his balls slapping against the man’s ass echoed through the room. Without warning he pulled out and throws the bottom further up on the bed and turned him around. He pushed Jose head down ass up and got behind him. He spread the smooth legs apart until the hole is down to the right height. He thrusted in and out increasing in speed. After what seemed like an hour, Rob gripped the hips of the man in front of him and pushed in as far as he could go. Streams of cum shot inside Jose. He could feel the liquid coating his insides. Rob told Jose to stay put and pulled out. He walked over to his dresser and came back. Still somewhat hard, he pushed back into Jose. J: I thought we were done now. Jose started to feel warm inside. This was an unfamiliar feeling. It was kinda like cum but warmer. R: yeah, take my chem piss. Now you get really spun. I’m gonna pull out but you clinch down with your hole. … Now Rob pulled his dick out and replaced it readily with a butt plug. With the plug firmly in place, he got off the bed and looked down at his conquest. Jose turned over and faced the man that just fucked him. All that he could think about is how warm his insides felt, the tingling in his balls, and the twitchy emptiness of his hole. He starred up and met the gaze of Rob. R: oh yeah, look at those solid black eyes. You are really fucked up now. Rest up, if you can. (chuckles) Rob turned on some porn on this big screen tv on the wall. He sees Jose take notice of the porn and how mesmerized he became by the action on the screen. He watched how Jose was instinctively playing with himself and starting to get hard again. R: A natural. A fucking natural. You don’t mind if I call a friend over do you? Okay? Jerk your dick if you say yes. (chuckle) okay yes, it is. Rob walks over to his dresser and picks up his phone. He opens up a hookup site and places an add for "a newly bred straight man looking for all the cum he can get up his sweat little hole. ParTy Time." R: Hey sweet cheeks. You earned $500 to pay off your credit. I honestly thought you'd bitch out on me. But it’s gonna cost you to keep this party going. You don’t mind if you work that ass for more favs. It’s top shelf stuff. (chuckles) Jerk your dick and nod your head for yes. Jose is lost in a haze. The porn in front of him is taking almost all his attention. He hears Rob far away. He wants more favs and he just made some money. Sure he thought, more please! Jose licked his lips and continued to jerk his dick, watching the porn. He managed to nod his head yes before returning his attention back to he porn. R: okay great bitch. Haha, you cant even hear me right now you are so in the zone. I feel kinda bad because you were not prepared for the good stuff I brought out. You got pretty fucked up. You are gonna get even more fucked up.

So, had this story sitting on a back burner for a while and since the dreaded writer's black has hit on my other story (Self Destruction). Decided to throw this one out here and see how people like it. I'll warn everyone now, it's a bit of a slow burner in this first chapter, but I promise it will get much steamier in the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. ---------- Lesson 1: The Art of Negotiation It all started when I came home from school over the summer break. Not wanting to get a job in some god awful burger joint or interning for pennies at an office, I decided that I would mow lawns for neighbors just like I had in high school. The money was decent, I got to enjoy the sun, and I usually got to set my own hours. Most of our neighbors were on the older side, and I was sad to see that the Mercers at the end of the block had recently moved away, both of them getting too old for the larger house. My parents had told me that they thought someone recently bought their house, and taking up the hint, I proceeded that morning down the street, hoping the wife was home and they didn’t have any kids. I’ve always known that a few of the women, especially the older ones, enjoyed me mowing their yards, and not one to disappoint I would regularly show off my body and good looks. 19 years old, 6ft tall, slender yet muscular, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and classically good looks, I knew how to use my physical attributes to my advantage. Not that the typical housewife really interested me. Being bi, I’d had my pick of the guys and girls at college and even a few in high school, and preferred not to crap where I ate so to speak. Already, the sun was blazing in the sky, making the air unpleasantly muggy. I mentally kicked myself for getting up so late, as the sun was already extremely high in the sky. Walking down the street, I made my way towards the old Mercers place, hopeful as I saw they had a rather nice looking SUV in the driveway. They definitely have some disposable income, I thought to my self, noting that the SUV was a rather new Range Rover in the driveway, a little out of place in the more middle class vibe of the neighborhood. Not that I would expect someone to put one on such and expensive vehicle, but no little stick figure family on the rare window, and no bumper stickers proclaiming to the world that their spawn was an honor student. Putting on my usual customer service smile, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited, looking around and adjusted my self, trying to at least appear somewhat presentable. A quick movement at the window confirmed that someone was at least home. I was shocked however when instead of the usual bored housewife with too much botox and filler, I was greeted by what could only be described as a bear of a man, wearing a tank top and loose shorts, covered in tattoos. “Can I help you?” the man asked, sounding just slightly annoyed. Shit… I thought to myself, This is going to be a lot harder sale… Usually, the husbands were likely to shoot me down instantly, tight fisted on money and the usual male bravado of wanting to do it themselves to prove how manly they were. Quickly, I increased my smile a little more, bracing myself for the harder sale. “Sorry to bother you sir, I’m Riley, and I live down the street over there. My parents have the beige ranch style near the corner,” I begin, turning around and pointing out the house 5 doors down. “Uh huh…” the man said, boredom already in his voice. “So, I’m home for the summer and I know you must be new the street. I usually offer to mow the yards here to make some money while I’m off school, especially with some of the people here being a bit on the older side…” “And I fit into that same category? Do you make it a habit of trying to scam the elderly?” he said, his deep voice already sounding annoyed. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought to myself, unsure how to answer for a few seconds. “No, sorry, I just figured I ask if you’d like me to mow yours as well. I didn’t mean…” I replied hurriedly, trying to assure the man. The man stared at me for a second with a flat expression before bursting into laughter. Confused, I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m just fucking with you, kid,” he said, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder, “You should see the look on your face!” Still a bit perplexed, I gave a small smile. “I’m Gregory, friend’s call me Greg. I’ve already met your folks and they told me to expect you,” he said, smiling and chuckling to himself, “Come on in and we can talk numbers over something cold.” I quickly forced myself to regain my composure before following Greg into the house, quietly thankful to feel the crisp cold air of the AC on my already sweat slicked body. Standing to the side, I waited as he shut the door, shutting out the heat and bright sunlight into the much cooler and somewhat darker insides of the house. Looking around, I was a bit surprised at how much newer everything looked, compared to the rather dated 80s motif the Mercers had when I was here last year. Tastefully decorated in midcentury modern design, it fit the house much better than the tacky old gold, pastels, and insane amount of mirrors Mrs. Mercer loved, looking like it had come straight out of a Golden Girls episode. I already knew where the kitchen was, but still waited politely as Greg led the way to kitchen. I was shocked too at how fully different the kitchen was as well, looking almost like something out of a magazine. Definitely a metric fuck-ton of disposable income… I thought, looking over at the massive double fridge, and the massive, gleaming steel oven. I remembered vaguely that just the stove was something like 14 grand and the fridge even more, having seen it in passing shopping with my mother the pervious week for a new computer desk for school at the furniture store. “You guys really did a great job on renovating this place…” I said, looking around before taking a seat at the spacious island counter, across from Greg. I watched as he went over to the spacious fridge before opening it and looking around. “Yeah, just finished last month. Beer, water, soda, or ice tea?” he asked, looking around inside before sticking his head out and staring at me. “Oh, um, water is fine,” I said, briefly before turning my attention out the patio door into the yard. Even the yard was different, having also been the subject of the massive renovation. Gone was the shabby garden and crab grass, and in its place was a very contemporary back yard, complete with a massive fire pit and new swimming pool, all surrounded by a very tall privacy fence. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how much mowing was even needed, as even the grass looked new, likely having been recently sodded. Suddenly, my attention was yanked back to the kitchen as Greg put his large hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he handed me a bottle of water with the other. “I insisted on the new pool in the back,” he said suddenly, still giving my shoulder a squeeze, “might have taken a bit of the work from you there, but you have to admit when its hot like this, a pool is a must!” Taking the bottle of water from him, I felt a slight blush creepy up my neck and across my cheeks as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. “Um, so, price wise,” I said, forcing myself not to focus on his hand as I talked, “I usually charge $40 for the entire yard, and I can do it whatever time you want during the day.” Removing his hand, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing the newspaper next to it. Must have interrupted him during the coffee and crossword puzzle, I thought to myself, thankful to finally have my shoulder back. “The wife is a bit particular about the yard,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee before continuing, “Tell you what. She should be home in about an hour or so. If you can impress us, I’m sure we can figure something out in terms of price. Still will pay you for today, just need to justify the cost. We’ve got a mower in the garage if you want to use that.” I nodded in silent agreement, and after letting Greg lead the way, proceeded to do just that. —- “Babe, I’m in the kitchen!” Greg called out, looking up from his phone briefly as his husband walked into the room. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mike said, walking into the room before setting his bag on the counter. “Oh, you know, just the usual,” Greg replied, setting the phone down before turning his head up to kiss him, “How was work?” “It was fine. Just the usually bullshit,” he said, turning his attention to the backyard, “Um… Hey, uh, whose in the backyard?” “So, the neighbors down the street have a son, Riley, and he’s back from college for the summer,” Greg replied, giving him a smile. “Uh-huh,” Mike replied, watching as the brown haired teen stopped for a second, picking up twig from the yard and tossing over the back fence before wiping his brow and pulling his shirt off. “And we’re paying him to mow the yard,” Greg continued, letting out a smirk as Mike continued to watch the college boy out the window. “Oh, then lawn huh?” Mike said, letting out a chuckle, “And how is he?” Suddenly, the lawn mower shut off as Riley began to walk the mower back to the garage. “I dunno,” Greg said, adjusting his cock in his pants as he watched the outline of the teen’s ass, “Didn’t seem to mind when I was feeling him up a little earlier. Maybe we should find out?” — Walking back into the house, I quickly pulled my shirt back on, silently thankful to no longer be sweating in the heat and sun. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a second man in the kitchen. Just as tall and muscular as Greg, he had his hair in a mohawk with a large septum ring through his nose. I could see just a few tattoos peaking out from under his dress shirt. “Oh, um…” I said, unsure what to say, “I finished the yard. Did you want me to come back when your wife gets home?” The other man started laughing before walking over and extending his hand. “Hi, you must be Riley. I’m Michael, his husband,” he said, laughing slightly at my confusion to his introduction, “And before you apologize, he always introduces me as his wife. This one likes to play games.” “Oh, uh… cool, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. “You look hot,” Mike continued, before going to the fridge and pulling out another bottle of water, “Thirsty?” “Yeah, its sweltering out there. And thanks,” I said, grateful for the cold water to cool down with. I opened the bottle and guzzled half the bottle down. We stood there in silence for a seconds before I looked around the room. “So… you guys just moved in a few months ago? It looks amazing in here.” “Yeah, we just got done with the last bit of the renovations a month ago,” Greg replied, “Everything really came out great and, well, I’m sure you know how it looked before.” “Well, it really does look great in here,” I said, unsure what to say as both of them stared at me and then each other. “We finally got the playroom set up last night,” Mike said, smiling at me before looking over at Greg again. “Playroom?” I asked, not entirely sure if I understood what he meant, “What’s that?” “Yeah, kind of a labor of love,” Mike said, as I looked down to him adjusting his bulge in his pants, “Want to check it out?” “We can talk about your compensation while we’re down there if you want,” Greg added, also moving his hand on his crotch, smiling at me. Oh. Playroom. I suddenly realized. I was unsure at first how to react. Definitely not something I’d ever done before to be sure, but I couldn’t help but admit that both of them were quite hot in their own way. And I also had to admit coming back home had sucked as most of my usual flings were gone at college still, meaning I’d been without any sex for the last few weeks. One thing I prided myself on at school was always being willing to explore sexually. So, letting my hormones take over I gave my reply. “Sure, why not?” I said, a slight smile on my face. — Slowly, we descended down the stairs into the basement, greeted at first only by the inky blackness. The room was suddenly flooded with light as I took in the scene. The ceiling was painted black, as were the walls. A few lights lit up the room, with a few being those colored smart bulbs that gently changed back and forth from magenta to violet to blue. Off to the corner, there was a large leather clad cross with shackles, and the opposite corner a leather cladded bench also with shackles. as well as several cases and tool boxes along one of the walls. On the some of the walls, there were various posters of naked men, as well as a wall filled with different ‘toys.’ Whips, dildos, anal beads, paddles, and even a few other things I had no idea what were all sat organized on one of the walls. Near the door we came in at several leather harnesses were hung up. On the opposite wall, a small steel mini-fridge sat next to a large humidor filled with various cigars, and in the center of the room hung a large leather sling, with a mirror directly above it. I slowly looked around, letting my brain take it all in. I slightly jumped when I felt someone grabbing my ass. “So, Riley,” Mike said, grinning at me, slowly kneading my ass as Greg began to get undressed, pulling on one of the leather harnesses, “Welcome to the playroom. What do you think?” Releasing my ass, Mike also began to get undressed, revealing his hairy chest and multiple tattoos. I watched both of them get fully undressed except for the leather harnesses, taking in the sights. Both had decent sized cocks, with Mike’s being bigger, but Greg’s balls were much bigger. Both had several cock piercings as well as oversized nipples, which I found strangely hot. “It’s… pretty wild. In a good way,” I replied, feeling my own cock growing in my boxers. “Kinda looking a little overdressed there, bud,” Greg pointed out, walking over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a couple of bottles what I recently found out were poppers. Quickly, I pulled my clothes off except for my boxers, unsure whether to take them off or leave them on. Suddenly, Mike handed me a white jockstrap. Dumbly, I just stared at them in my hand. “Told you he looked like a boxers kind of boy. You lose the bet babe,” Mike said, walking over to the wall and grabbing a whip with multiple tassels on it. “So I think it’s time to go over our business proposal,” Greg said, tossing one of the bottles of poppers to Mike, who easily caught it before opening it up and taking several deep sniffs. “Oh, uh, the business proposal?” I asked, not exactly sure what he meant. “So, Riley, obviously the hubby and I find you quite the sexy little fuck,” Greg explained, also opening his poppers and taking a few sniffs, “Fuck those are good… Anyways, we’d definitely would like to use you for some fun if you’d be up for it. We can gladly pay you for your time, and you can say no to anything we want to do. What do you say to, oh…. A hundred bucks an hour?” My eyes bulged out of my head for a moment. That’s more than even my parents made an hour. Combined. There’s got to be a catch here… I thought to myself. “I mean, that sounds good, but what all would be expected of me exactly?” I said cautiously. “Well, I guess we should lay out the ground rules,” Mike said, coming over to me and slowly pushing the band of my boxers down with the whip in his hands. “First, you’ll wear the jock instead of those boxers any time you come over,” Greg began to explain, “Second, you can’t wash it all summer. We expect you over here at least once a week to mow then play, but you’re welcome to come over more if you want. Next, you can say no to anything we do, but once you do, we stop this little agreement. We both like to relax and smoke while we play, as well as use poppers. You don’t have to but we can pay a little extra if you agree to trying both. And last, we want to bring over some friends for group play, you can say no, and we’ll still keep this arrangement, but you’ll get paid extra.” “Babe,” Mike interjected, having successfully pushed my boxers off, began to slowly rub the whip up and down between my bare asscheeks, “You forgot the most important part.” “Oh yeah,” Greg said, grinning at me, “We are a strictly no condom household. I’ll assume you’re clean, right?” I nodded, my mind processing everything as fast as I could. “Good,” Greg said, “Any questions? Thoughts?” I sat there for a moment with my mind racing. “Uh, I guess just a few?” I said, kicking myself mentally for how young I suddenly sounded. “Ask them while you put that jock on,” Mike said, pointing the whip at the white jockstrap in my hand. Slowly, I bent over, sure that I was obviously giving both of these men full view of my virgin asshole. I pulled them up in one smooth motion. “I’ve never done this before,” I explained, unconsciously rubbing my hands over my thighs, “I mean, I’ve been with a few guys before, but pretty much as the top, and its always been pretty vanilla.” “Fuck that is hot,” Mike groaned, “Prime virgin boy-pussy, babe.” “You can always say no, boy,” Greg said, rubbing his cock, the metal cock ring in his harness gleaming around the base of his dick. “Well, I mean, I just want to know what the limit is of saying no,” I said hesitantly, hoping for some sort of negotiation or compromise, “Like, can I ask for a break if it gets too intense for me? Or…?” Mike and Greg exchanged a glance before nodding at each other. “I mean, asking for a break isn’t saying no I guess,” Greg mused. “And I’ve never done anything like…” I continued, gesturing around the room, “This… So, can we move slow. I think I might get overwhelmed otherwise.” “Mike,” Greg said, walking over to the leather cross, before starting to strap the cuffs to his wrists, “I think we need to demonstrate exactly what Riley here can expect.” “Babe, I think it’s time to give the boy here his first lesson in hardcore man-sex,” Mike replied, shoving the poppers into a small pouch on his harness before smacking the whip in his free hand.

Musk's actions confuse me - i've read he's a consultant without authority to take official action. But that's what he's been doing - pushing ahead as if he has absolute power. He seems to be acting as he did when he took over twitter - he fired over 80% of the twitter staff and the place is seeming run by bots now. Even a message to premium support gets answered by bots and many times its - clear your browser cache. Twitter is a fucking mess and engagement has been dropping and many are leaving. WTF! I hope Trump and Musk have a very public drag out fight real soon!

Personally I think Trump will throw Musk under the bus before it becomes a war between the, and he continuous to damage the US standing in the world. We already know which side the MAGA radicals and the MAGA politicians are going to take in the Musk/Trump war.

Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting. As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch. As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum. I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole. I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom. I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body. I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. Of course, his body was busy absorbing my poz cum. Fully dressed, I left his apartment. Sweet success.

My husband. He fucks his load so deep inside me that it never leaks.

Sold Health (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Hey… need a hole to fuck – only 50 Dollars and you can fuck mine” the twink whispered to me. I knew, there would be young hustlers in this part of the park at night. Most of them were addicts. They were shadows of human beings. This one was not finished yet. He was still good looking, but his youth was vanishing. His eyes seemed clouded and he slurred the words. “You got a place to go?” I asked. “There are many deserted areas here. We can find a place easily…” he answered. “Nah… I am looking for a guy to fuck him in his bed” I said shortly and turned around to leave. “Wait… wait… let’s say 30 Dollars and you can fuck me here… what do you say?” he begged. “What do you say, if I give you 100 Dollars for your mouth and a bit of your time?” I replied. “Okay. But my flat is not so… tidy.” he said. “I didn’t expect it to be. It will be enough if you are on your knees and suck my dick there… and maybe some other stuff.” I answered. We left the park and walked through deserted streets. It was way after midnight and the good people were all asleep. We walked without talking. The guy was always two steps ahead and I followed him. I watched his ass move and this made me quite horny. His body was shaking from time to time. Obviously he needed money for his next fix. It was such a shame. He had been a good looking lad once. Don’t get me wrong. He was still doing ok. I have seen worse looking boys. It would be a pleasure to use this one. We stopped at a run down house in some part of the city. The lad tried to open the first door to the hall with his key, but he was shaking so much, that it took him a while to open the entrance. I didn’t touch him… Not yet. I just watched his petite frame. He would have been a cute guy, with his blonde hair and his cute little ass, but he chose the wrong path one day in his life and now he was rushing downhill, with no one able to stop him. “Sorry… I am a bit shaky” he apologized. “Take your time…” I answered with my low voice. I followed him to the second floor and again he had to complete the impossible task, to open the door with his key in a calm fashion. When he finally managed to unlock the door to his flat, he opened the door and he stumbled into his own one room apartment. I stood outside and waited. After a second he came back and looked at me questioningly. “Don’t you want to welcome me?” I asked. “Yeah sure… come in” he said. “No I mean… welcome me, with your mouth - outside of your flat.” I insisted. “Dude… I live here. The people around here know my girlfriend.” he whispered desperately. I stood there calmly and simply looked into his eyes. “Oh damnit…” he cursed. He walked outside into the hall and crouched before me. With trembling hands he tried to open my jeans. It was hilarious how much time he needed to set my cock free. And still it was cute, how bad he needed the money, that he even serviced a John out here in the open, just to get cash for his drugs. My cock hardened already, because of the massage his fingers gave to me, simply by opening my pants. Finally he grabbed inside of my cage and freed my hardening cock. I pressed the button for the floor light. The twink flinched. “Man… please… don’t…” he whined. “Open your mouth and suck!” I ordered him loudly. For the first time I saw his face in a bright light. The lad seemed to be broken already. His face showed the story of his decline. He was working for one thing only and that was his drug. It didn’t matter what kind of substance he abused. The drug ruled his life. His blue eyes looked up to me, while he sucked my cock deep into his throat. He had this pleading look. He wanted me to give him the sign, that we could move into his apartment to finish this job. I nodded at him. Thankfully he smiled at me and crawled backwards into his one room flat. I followed him inside his home. Home sweet home… The whore wanted to get up and close the apartment door. “Stay on your knees dog.” I simply ordered and closed the door myself. “What…?” he asked. “You understood me. Stay where you belong… on your knees.” I pushed the light switch but the room stayed dark. “No light?” I asked. “I didn’t have the money to pay it. I guess they shut down the electricity.” the boy mumbled. On his knees he scurried through the room and lit some candles. “How romantic…” I said ironically. “Can I have my money first? Then I will finish sucking you.” he asked with a broken voice. I interrupted stroking my dick and gave him the 100 Dollars. “Who are these people on those pictures?” I asked and pointed to some photographs on a cupboard.” “That’s none of your business I guess. I will suck your dick…” he argumented. “I paid for that AND your time faggot” I rebuked. The teen moved closer and watched at those pictures. “My parents… and that’s me one year ago. When I turned 18.” he sighed. “That was you? One year ago? May I say it, you look shit today” I replied coldly. “I know. I have changed a bit, but I am still handsome… at least my girlfriend tells me so” the boy mumbled. “You changed a bit?” I laughed. “You’re girlfriend… *chuckles” “Is she a whore too?” I asked him. “Huh?” “Is your girlfriend also a whore like you?!” I repeated the question. “She does what she has to do” he answered. I turned to him and fed him some cock. I like my boys to keep their heads still. It is my job to move and so I held him by his ears and shoved my cock deep into his throat. “Open up” I ordered. “Would it be okay if I would piss into you?” “Ho… mu….” he inarticulated. “What?” I pulled my cock out of his mouth. “How much… can I get for it?” he asked. “So you would drink it. You would be my urinal, for my stinking piss. It just has a tag on it” I chuckled. I will give you another 100 Dollars just to piss. But I won’t use your mouth bitch. What about your bed? Or could I simply piss into your closet… onto your clothes. He could see another 100 Dollar bill waving in front of his face. It took him a while, but then he grabbed for the money. “Easy cash… easy cash…” I repeated. After he accepted the other bill I turned around to the little cupboard and showered all the pictures with my yellow liquid. I laughed out loudly. “Saw that? I pissed on your family. I pissed on your girlfriend and I pissed on you… 18 years old handsome guy…” I grinned evilly. Then I stopped pissing and wandered around. I opened the closet and started another stream of my dark yellow colored piss. “This is okay… for you. Right? I'm allowed to piss on your clothes. Since your flat is a pigsty anyways…” I reassured myself. The guy held his money in his fist and nodded defeatedly. I walked to the fading beauty and crouched next to him. “Listen – you have already lost everything. Do you think you can make it – any time soon?” I asked him seriously. “Maybe… if I get some help. Maybe then I can start a new life” he whispered. I stood up and pushed my cock deeply into his mouth again and rocked softly in and out of his throat. “What would you say, if I tell you tonight… I will give you a great amount of money, if you are willing to gamble with your health…” I asked him softly. “*Hrmpf* I don’t understand…” he interrupted his sucking motions. “You know HIV and AIDS? Sure you know…” I grinned knowingly. “Are you clean…?” I asked him “I am carefully – sharing my needle and I don’t let guys fuck me without a condom” he said. “I got an HIV rapid antibody test with me. We could know within 20 Minutes, if you are infected or not” I told him. “And then…?” he didn’t know my intentions, but he accepted my cock again and suckled on it. “If you are negative… a friend of mine and I will pay you 10.000 Dollars to fuck you bareback. The only risk is, we are both not medicated AIDS Tops and highly contagious. Are you willing to take the risk?” I asked him. The lad was stunned. His eyes seemed to be empty, but I knew his thoughts were rotating around the money. He probably didn’t realize, but he was still sucking my infiltrating cock. “Think of all the things you can do with it. Pay your next fix. Move out to a better apartment with your girlfriend. Start a new life!” I reasoned with him. “You can keep the 200 Dollars and I will leave, if you decide that’s a risk, you don’t want to take” I withdrew my cock from him. “But if you are willing to get POZ fucked, we will pay you the money tonight. My buddy will have the cash on him. And there is still a chance, you won’t get infected. In that case you can keep the money of course…” I explained. “So? Do we have a Deal or No Deal?” I wanted to know.

Over time you realize that the further the pendulum swings in any direction, the more momentum it has swinging back. Also a broken clock is right twice a day. So there’s hope for what comes next from either perspective. The people wanted something different from the usual corrupt political industrial complex and now they have it. It may be the exact thing that se need to get our shit together. If not then we can at least be comforted by the fact that in two years the tables will turn as they always do and we’ll have a political deadlock that will keep us from going over the brink of insanity.

Getting me off without using one's hands is a sign of a talented cocksucker.

This is the latest addition!

I got ordered by a guy that I agreed to meet in a public bathroom so he could do me on the piss soaked floor to lick the toilet bowl while he pounded me, and I did because well... you know.

That’s six loads in to a nine load evening.

Just a heads up that if the site changes it's look dramatically not to be concerned. The software that runs the site will be getting a major version update. I won't upgrade to the initial new version - I'll wait a couple, but it will happen at some point in the next few months. When that happens… The look of the site will change somewhat (not sure how much) You will no longer be able to login with your user name - you'll need to use your email address "Status updates" will no longer be supported (e.g. the twitter like messages that are in the sidebar of the home page) There will be changes to the tagging system. The "editor" you use to add messages to threads will change. You'll see "..." when someone is typing a new message, and then it will appear without needing to refresh. (and other changes) I'll post in this thread just before the upgrade. I will probably wait until late April to do the upgrade…

Getting Away, Part 10 Matt wakes up feeling a man holding him and feeling the warmth of his body. He feels the lanky, thin frame against him and a large bulge pressed against his ass. It’s clearly Paul, which means Matt is back in their cabin. Matt also smells the funk coming from two guys who spent their nights fucking in the grass with a dozen men. Matt gags. He untangles himself from Paul. Goes to turn on the coffee, if for no other reason to improve the smell in the cabin. As he comes into the kitchen/living space area, he sees Jay on the couch. Matt turns on the coffee maker and takes out three mugs. He goes to shower. Matt sees himself in the mirror and he has a grass stain on his face and is covered in sweat, cum, dirt, and something else is stuck to his foot. Gross! He turns on the water and gets in the shower. He scrubs and scrapes all the things off his skin with a flimsy washcloth and copious amounts of soap. Matt feels sticky and full inside as well. He cleans himself inside and out. Matt has had some wild nights before, but he has never spent so much time cleaning himself out before. He shivers thinking about it. Smelling like Irish Spring soap, Matt reenters the bedroom, puts on some shorts and looks at Paul who looks content sleeping. He sits on the bed, pulls the sheet off Paul and looks at his naked body. Paul’s body really is very attractive. Matt thinks back to that morning a few months ago when he saw Paul getting undressed after a night out and felt drawn to the other man. It was the first time, Paul and Matt fucked without Travis’s permission. Matt feels Paul’s body with his fingertips. He is still drawn to Paul. Breaking his spell, Matt slaps Paul on the ass to wake him up and jumps off the bed. Paul turns to grab at Matt and says, “Come back to bed.” Matt says, “Fuck off dude. You smell disgusting. Go shower.” Paul turns over and Matt sees his lovely semi-hard cock. Paul says, “You love my cock.” Matt says, “It’s the nicest thing about you” and he pulls Paul out of bed. Paul grabs Matt around his waist and says, “I have a lot of good qualities. My choice of friends isn’t great though.” The boys laugh and Matt pushes Paul toward the bathroom. Matt says, “Jay is on the couch.” Paul nods and says, “Some drama happened yesterday with his group. He didn’t want to go back to their campsite.” Paul showers. Matt makes breakfast. As the bacon is cooking Matt hears Jay say, “That is the best smell to wake up to.” Matt says, “Morning pretty boy. Want some coffee.” Paul comes out of the shower and the guys have breakfast. Matt gently asks, “Paul says there was some drama yesterday?” Jay sighs and then relays the story of High Dude’s aggressive fucking. Matt and Paul exchange a look, unseen by Jay who is looking down at the table. Matt puts his hand on Jay’s left shoulder and Paul does the same on Jay’s right. Paul says, “Go get your stuff from the campsite and come back here. You’ll stay here tonight ok?” Jay looks up at the guys and says, “You don’t need to do that. I’ll be ok.” Paul’s only response is, “Go shower. I’ll go with you to the campsite.” As Jay goes to shower, Matt says to Paul, “Let’s change the sheets. The bedroom smells like a sex club was held in a barn.” Paul and Matt both laugh. They strip the bed and are remaking it when Matt tosses a pillow at Paul. Matt says, “You know Paul. You’re best quality isn’t your cock. It’s your big fucking heart.” Paul crawls over the bed, pulls Matt onto it and kisses him. Paul’s mouth is around Matt’s cock as he pushes Matt’s shorts off. Matt is moaning. They swap positions and Matt gives Paul head as Paul lies back on the bed. Matt grabs lube from the nightstand, opens it, lubes Paul’s ample cock, straddles it and sits down. What seems like a quick morning fuck changes as Paul flips Matt onto his back. Matt lifts his one leg onto Paul’s shoulder while Paul holds the other leg wide. Paul begins to slow fuck Matt. Matt is moaning and really enjoying Paul’s fuck. Paul pushes Matt’s leg to his shoulder and leans into Matt and kisses him. As he does so, his cock slips almost all the way out, but the guys seamlessly maneuver to keep their fuck going. Paul and Matt make eye contact as the slow, sensual fuck continues and Paul says, “Matt. I love you.” Matt says, “I love you too Paul.” Paul kisses Matt again. Matt feels like this fuck isn’t a usual fuck. There is something deeper happening. Something that hasn’t happened since his college boyfriend broke his heart. Matt feels a warmth inside him as the sex is happening that has very little to do with Paul’s cock in his ass. Matt looks away from Paul, embarrassed that he is mistaking this sex for more. He feels Paul’s hand on his face turning him back toward Paul and hears Paul say, “Matty. I am falling in love with you.” Matt blinks and kisses Paul. Paul sees tears sliding down Matt’s cheeks. He feels Matt’s hands on his ass, pulling him inside in a needy, almost desperate fashion. Paul feels so close to Matt in this moment. Then Matt starts working his ass muscles on Paul’s cock. The unexpected sexual technique combined with his admission of love quickly drives Paul over the edge and he starts to cum in Matt’s ass. Paul tightens his hold on Matt as he cums inside him. He feels Matt’s hard cock trapped and untouched between them. Matt watches as Paul pulls out and Paul's mouth hungrily closes around his cock. The warmth from Paul’s mouth, after the friction from the fuck, and the declaration of love; it almost feels too much for Matt. Matt doesn’t know he is crying and moaning at the same time. His heart feels like it is going to burst through his chest. Matt shoots what feels like the biggest load of his life into Paul’s mouth. Paul’s mouth fills to overflowing and he swallows as much as he can. The rest of Matt’s cum coats his lips and drips out his mouth. Matt pulls him up and they guys make out. Jay says, “Fuck that was the hottest sex I’ve ever seen. Like wow!” Paul and Matt look up and see Jay in the bedroom doorway with a big goofy smile on his face. Jay says, “I’m going to shower again and jerk off. That was so crazy sexy that it was almost cool.” Paul and Matt laugh at Jay’s reference to the TLC album. Matt says, “Well if you weren’t creeping around.” Paul says lightly to Matt, “It’s the 22nd of loneliness and we’ve been through so many things” Matt finishes the verse, “I love my man with all honesty, but I know he’s cheatin on me.” They laugh and hold each other both knowing that their feelings are now in the open. When Jay is out of the bathroom, he and Paul dress and head out to Jay’s campsite. Matt dresses to go for a run.

After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”

Started experimenting with this about a month ago. Never thought I could be so turned on. So far only 4 tops, one just left lol. This may be my new thing.

Here's the most recent version of the story in epub format, the older chapters have been revised, the pictures cleaned up and updated. [think before following links] https://shorturl.at/nVFl3 Hope you enjoy!

THIS .. way too much conflict of interest .. Congress needs to grow a pair ..

Also a total bottom here. I posted this in the health forum on Friday. A new study from January says DoxyPEP reduced chlamydia rates by 79% and syphilis rates by 80%. For gonorrhea, reduction in rates was 44% in the penis, 19% in the rectum, but did not reduce infection in the mouth/throat. I'm not sure how effective douching afterwards would be? I guess the idea would be to flush out the cum / bacteria before it had a chance to do anything. However it wouldn't have 100% removal and could just push everything deeper? I'll just stick with doxy even with the reduced effectiveness. Link to the paper: [think before following links] https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamainternalmedicine/fullarticle/2828994?lid=wcx4wi1ftdcs

I wouldn't say optimistic, but am hopefully that the backlash to Trump will generate some necessary corrections. Hopefully a Constitutional amendment that clarifies the limits on executive powers and add mechanisms for enforcement for the legislative and judicial branches act as a check and balance on the executive branch. I think there will also be a plethora of legislation creating statutes against all of the corruption and fraud Trump is intent on making the it safe to perpetrate. Sadly the cost of this will be the diminishment of the US role in global leadership that Trump has already accomplished. It will take decades of actions to re-earn that trust.

There’s a hot biker bottom here who is sleazy as fuck. He has red hair, tiny body and huge cock. And also happens to have a prosthetic limb. He’s an amazing fuck.

Well Trump has GIVEN EVERY indication of "invading" Greenland, Panama Canal Zone & then there's the Yukon Territories etc, when Canada becomes the 51st State 😳🙄. Then there's also 3 & 4 layer bunk bed prison quarters of Guantanamo Bay 😱. As for whose rimming who (Ohhh, the scat 🤢🤮😷 odour) I think it might be Biden & Trump wearing the scat face masks. I must say Trumps face mask is absorbing way too much colour🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 to look clean.

Revenge is sweet... and can be fun if you plan it right. I discovered my boyfriend of 2 years was recently cheating on me. How did I discover it? I was randomly looking at the craigslist ads in my area, and I found a picture of his ass in an ad looking for anonymous, walk-in sex! The fucker was getting barebacked, and then turning around and fucking ME-- all without telling me! He was putting me at risk and didn't even have the decency to dump me first. And I didn't even know the fucker liked to bottom! Well, I quickly created a new email account and started a correspondence with him. We started talking about what he was looking for-- he wanted to be blindfolded and have a guy walk in and fuck him. An idea started forming so I asked him, "What about two guys? My partner and I would love to do that and could really get into that scene-- taking turns on your hole." He practically begged for 'us' to cum over. I said the earliest we could get there would be at 7 pm. I told him I'd have to talk to my partner first, but that I was sure I could talk him into it. My partner, in this case, would hopefully be this buddy of mine. A POZ buddy with a big ol' cock. We'd been friends for years, and he fucked me once, a LONG time ago (with a condom). Hurt like hell and tore me up good. I was hoping I could get him in on the fucking-over of my (soon to be ex) boyfriend. I called Tony (my buddy) and let him know the score. I knew Tony was a whore and would probably help me out. To my satisfaction Tony said he was up for a little 'revenge fucking', that he had no qualms fucking in front of me, and that the walk-in aspect of the proposed scene was perfectly fine. So, I emailed the bf back and told him my 'partner' was game. "So, how do you like to get fucked?" I asked him. "On my back or doggy style," he said. "No-- I mean, do you take it bare?" "Oh, um. I sorta have a boyfriend and I really need to be careful, so you guys should wear condoms. I have some and will have them available." "My partner and I only like to fuck bareback" I told him, continuing by saying "He's got a huge cock and condoms just don't fit him right and he can't stay hard." "Are you neg?" He asked. "Yup" I told him. Of course technically I was --- unless he had given me something I didn't know about. "Well, then I suppose you can fuck me bare. I'll give you the address and leave the door unlocked for you. Just come in to the bedroom. I'll be blindfolded on the bed." So I called Tony and told him we were a go... and for a bareback fuck-fest. I also told him I wanted to fuck and breed him first (something he'd never let me do in the entire relationship) and then I wanted him to be rough as hell and tear him up good. I also called my bf and asked him casually if he was free that evening to go grab some dinner after I got done with the gym. It was fun and a bit disgusting to hear him squirm on the phone to come up with an excuse why he couldn't meet me. Yeah right he had to go back in to work! Tony and I arrived at 7:00 and found the door unlocked. I told Tony that if any talking was to be done, he was to do it, for obvious reasons, but that he could be nasty. I would, of necessity, stay silent. In addition I didn't want any poz talk because I wanted to stealth my cheating bf. True to his word, he was laying on the bed, stark naked, wearing a black leather blindfold. I had no idea he even owned had a leather blindfold-- or where he kept it. The things you learn. Well, Tony and I stripped in silence and I let Tony go for my bf's cock. I decided to make the bf suck my dick, which I'd left a bit ripe from a day in my underwear. He gagged a bit at first, but soon really got into gobbling me while Tony worked him. Then Tony started eating the bf's hole which drove him wild! He was bucking and writhing and begging for cock. I flipped 69 to suck the bf's cock (for the last time) while I kept my cock firmly in his mouth. Tony broke the silence. "My partner is gonna use his nice 7 incher to open you up for my cock. And he's gonna cum in you to lube you up so you can take mine all the way. He comes a LOT." The bf nodded his consent, so I moved around and got in position. Tony moved up close to the bf's face and dangled his 9 inches of uncut italian meat there. I lubed up my cock and fingered some lube into the bf's tight little pucker. I must say, I was more than a little bit excited to finally be fucking my bf's ass... even if he didn't know I was topping him. Tony watched as I pushed my cockhead slowly inside. The bf was incredibly tight and he squirmed a lot. Tony simultaneously started feeding his awesome meat to the bf who started making appreciative sounds. While locking eyes with Tony, I suddenly shoved roughly to the hilt inside my bf's ass. Tony was quick and shoved as much meat as he could get into his mouth to stifle the grunts and protests. Damn was my bf's ass TIGHT! It was like fucking a virgin. I gestured to Tony to use the poppers, and he placed them under the bf's nose. A few hits later, and I was slowfucking his silky hole. I did my best to make it last as long as I could. I think I managed 10 minutes of fucking (with breaks) before I started to get close. I looked at Tony and picked up my pace. "My partner's gonna dump his cum in your ass now. Take it like a good whore." My cock spasmed and spit deep inside my bf's rectum for the first... and last time. I was honestly a bit disappointed because it was really hot fucking him because he had a nice hole, and knowing that I just bred him with my cum really turned me on. I pulled out of the bf's ass while Tony pulled out of his mouth. Tony handed me the poppers and says, "Now clean off my partner's cock while I get ready to fuck that cumsloppy ass." And fuck if my bf didn't suck my cock clean! This behavior coming from a guy who would never even rim me because he thought that was too dirty-- the fucker! I saw Tony was ready, so I uncapped the poppers and gave the bf a big ol' hit. Then I flipped around, straddled his face with my ass, grabbed his ankles and hauled him open so Tony could have unfettered fuck access. Tony spit violently on the bf's hole, placed his huge cockhead at the freshly fucked ring, and then mercilessly shoved inside, all the way to his balls. The bf let out a yowl of genuine pain which I managed to silence by slamming my butthole onto his mouth. The bf was kicking and bucking like mad, but Tony just kept it buried. Eventually, the bf stopped squirming so much, and I felt his tongue start to dance on my hole. I nodded to Tony and let him know it was ok to start fucking. I scooted forward enough so the bf could breath. We just handed him the poppers and he had them basically glued to his nostril. And man, did Tony fuck him. Just like I wanted. Hard, and without mercy. I had a front row seat, watching Tony's massive, thick meat drilling in and out of my bf's hole. Occasionally I spit on Tony's cock to lube it a bit, but mostly I just watched in fascination as Tony destroyed my bf's butthole. Eventually I saw a little blood mixed with some of my leftover cum that Tony was churning up inside. This excited Tony and he really started to slam fuck the bf deep. Every time he bottomed out inside the bf let out a little whimper/grunt noise. I could tell it was hitting him deep inside and hurting like fuck - just like how it felt when I took it. I didn't want Tony to cum yet though, because I wanted the bf to cum and be tight for him. And then to suffer getting fucked more once he'd cum. So I got some lube and started jacking off my bf. After 2 years, I pretty much knew how to bring him to orgasm quickly... and I stroked his cock just how he liked it. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum, you guys!" he shouted, just before he sprayed a hefty load onto his belly. Tony parked his cock with just his head at the entrance of the bf's ass, while I scooped up the cumload. I slathered it on Tony's still raging meat, and then Tony pushed slowly back inside, adding even more cum to the bf's ass. "Dude-- I don't think I can take any more fucking," he said in a pitiful voice when Tony was back inside him. "I don't care what you think. I'm not done fucking 'til I bust my nut deep in your guts. Capice?" And then Tony proceeded to pile-drive the bf. He was now shouting "Ow! Ow!* Owww!" with every thrust. I was hard again just watching the festivities, so I started jacking my cock furiously while I knelt by the bf's face. I looked back at Tony and could tell he was getting close. So was I. Tony set the stage saying "Aw fuck man... here it comes! Tell me you want me to cum and be done fucking you! BEG me for my load!" "FUCK MAN!! PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN ME!!!" Tony buried into my bf's ass and growled as he shot volley after volley of toxic sperm into my bf's raw, bloody ass. Revenge was mine! Then I was blew my load, spraying my bf's face, mouth, and leather blindfold with my second cumload. Tony pulled out violently, and smacked the bf's ass hard. "Good fuckpig! That's a nice tight ass you have.... or at least it was. We'll have to do this again sometime." Then Tony and I got dressed and made a hasty retreat before the bf could pull off his blindfold. The last we saw him, he was laying on his bed, legs spread, with a small, wet, red spot growing on his sheets where his asshole was leaking from our assault. I called and broke up with the bf the next day-- no explanation, I just broke it off. A couple months later I heard from mutual friends that he'd tested positive. I wish I could say I felt guilty, but I know that he would have gotten it sooner or later with his behavior. I was just glad I was there to witness it.

He stated they could be relocated to Jordan and Egypt. Never mind that neither the Palestinians, the Jordanians, nor the Egyptians think that's a good idea. Political differences aside, there were good reasons not to vote for this guy...

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My boy, Drew gets fucked by a biker most days - me! He likes me sweaty off my bike when I’ve been wearing leathers.

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

Working from home today - hooked up with a 25 year old guy I've been chatting to for a while. He said he's "always been a bit bi" and has recently split from his girlfriend, so looking for a bit of action. He's quite a big guy (which I really like) and told me he was a bit self conscious about what he called his "fat arse". I told him not to worry - that was the bit I was looking forward to the most! We got together and enjoyed every minute of sucking and rimming each other. Then he bent over my desk with his pants and trousers down and I went up him bareback. He had a fantastic arse - and a very tight hole - and I loved fucking him. I lasted quite a bit longer than I thought I would and gave him a long, hard fuck, which he loved. After a while I was ready to cum and didn't hold back - I hadn't cum for quite a few days so he got a good big load up him. There's something very satisfying about squirting a nice big load up the arse of a guy who's just told you he's not on Prep.

I love daddy role playing with older men. Older men take their time and I enjoy the passion they exude. I’m currently playing with this 64 y/o who fucks and breeds my asshole. He is my daddy and I am his son. We have to be quiet because mommy is downstairs. Mommy doesn’t satisfy him so I get to. This RP gets us both so hot, he ends up shooting ropes of cum inside me. I love your pics. I would play with you anytime. Breed me daddy!!

Picked up a 9in bbc from his house. We parked down the road and got into the backseat of my truck. I bent over exposing my hole as he pulled out his already hard cock. I spit on my hole and then in he went, dry dicked 9in and thick into my raw hole. I was loving how my hole tugged on his cock, and it was just thick enough to make me full to the max. He shot his load 9in deep in my ass, just a random bbc that I know isn’t on prep or doxy. Who knows what’s swimming in my hole now .

Part 7: My New Life As I was on all fours in the middle of the living room Daddy started taking pictures of me. He got pictures of everything and told me he had just sent them to several of his friends. Omg I was being exposed to total strangers, and if it wasn't for my new cage I would have had a massive hard on. Daddy then sat down in his recliner and had me crawl up to him in between his thighs. His cock just mere inches from my mouth and I wanted to suck it so bad. Daddy saw my hunger and just laughed. He started rubbing my head and telling me that I would now be living with him and I was his property. I had to do everything he told me to do without any questions. Once he finished explaining my new role he had me suck on his balls while he got back on his phone. I didn't know it at the time but Daddy was ordering me some new clothes which wouldn't leave much to the imagination. Daddy's cock began to grow but I kept sucking his balls because I didn't want to get into trouble. After several minutes of worshipping his balls Daddy allowed me to suck his cock again. I must have been doing a really great job because Daddy was moaning and running his fingers through my hair. Occasionally he would tell me what a great little cock sucking faggot I was. When he would call me that my own little cock would twitch. I must have sucked Daddy's cock for over an hour but he didn't cum again. After fully enjoying sucking his cock he removed it from my mouth and gave me a very passionate kiss. He told me not to be disappointed because I would be sucking his cock a lot from now on. I thanked him for allowing me to suck his beautiful cock. Daddy got up but I had to remain on my hands and knees as he went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat for us. Once he finished lunch he told me I could sit at the table with him. I had completely forgotten about the butt plug but once I sat down it felt like it went in a little bit more. I let out a little moan and I could feel Daddy's cum still in my hole. After we finished eating Daddy picked out a gym outfit for me to wear. The shorts barely covered my ass and you could make out the outline of the cage. The shirt was a fishnet shirt that left me feeling very exposed. As it was a Saturday I figured the gym would be dead. Boy was I wrong. As we pulled up the parking lot had quite a few cars there. Omg I was about to be exposed in front of everyone. Little did I know that this was basically an all male gym and the cars there were Daddy's friends. I was about to get a different workout that was way different than anything I had ever done before. As we entered the gym all eyes were on me. Daddy grabbed my ass in front of everyone letting them that I was the guy in the pictures. As I glanced around at the men my heart started racing from excitement. I was about to prove to Daddy that I would absolutely do anything for him.

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My jeans were below my knees, and I was bent over holding onto the elevator handrail in a flash. Just as quickly the bear moved in behind me. He was a good boy scout and came prepared because he was holding a magnum condom package in front of my face. “Do we need this?” his deep base voice purred in my ear. “Yes.” I could redeem myself. I could hear him tear open the package and I looked around to watch him roll it onto the baseball bat that hung between his legs. Even with the recent workouts it took quite a bit of effort to get his sheathed head into my hole. A gentleman he gave me time to breath and adjust to his considerable girth. When I began to push back, he slid into me balls deep quite easily. “Well prelubed, eh? What do you use?” he inquired. “Um … Ummm” I hesitated to tell the truth. “Cum?" “Fuck, wow! Yours or someone else’s?” “Others” again I hesitantly confessed. “Plural. How many guys?” “Three.” My sheepish response. “So, you’re carrying three fresh loads? Friends or strangers?” “Actually, three guys, five loads … … all strangers.” “Wow, no wonder I slipped in so easily.” He lazily fucked me until the elevator reached the basement. He pressed the stop button. “So can I bareback you?” he asked. “You could, but I’d rather you didn’t. “I was proud of my resolve. “What makes me different from those other strangers?” “They were an oops. I always play safe.” “One is an oops, three guys and five loads is more than a major oops.” He chided me with good humour. “You’re right. It had just been so long, and I’m so fucking tired of condoms.” Why did I confess the last part? “Then can I take this one off?” “No?” my voice was weak. “You sure?” his deep voice in my ear sent tingles throughout my body. “No.” As he pulled out of me, and I could hear the condom snap off he said. “Then let’s give it a try.” “Ok?” it may have been feeble, but I’d given him permission. The contrast as he entered me with his raw monster was mind blowing. My groan of satisfaction left no doubt I’d made the right choice for both of us. He was soon pounding away, thwap, thwap, thwap. “Can you take more?” he was so polite to ask. “Fuck yeah, harder!” For the next five minutes the entire elevator shook. His breathing became erratic, and he asked; “Where do you want this strangers load?” “Cum in me. Breed me … … … oh fuck yeah! That’s it.” I felt nine contractions as he added his seed to the others. As he was unloading deep inside me the elevator doors opened and in stepped a big burly overweight guy wearing work coveralls. The badge read ‘Building Super.” “What have we here?” the super asked as he pressed the stop button, and the doors closed once again. The bear pulled out of me. “Not only fags fucking in my elevator but doing it raw! My, my, what are we going to do about that?” I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. His coveralls dropped to the floor and covered nothing under them. His naked six-inch erection was in my sloppy ass in no time. I found myself pushing back as much as he fucked into me. It wasn’t long until he was groaning, “Breeding your fag ass slut, argh! Fuuuccckkkk! Yeah, that’s what you get for fuckin in my elevator! Now get dressed and get the hell out of here before I call the cops.”

Part 4: The Fucking David started fucking my ass slowly, just barely sliding in and out of my hole. Fuck his cock felt so good. As he slowly fucked my hole he started nibbling on my neck which was driving me crazy. My own cock was so hard underneath me that I knew he was going to make me cum again. He had me moaning like crazy. After a few minutes of barely thrusting David started pulling out just a little bit more. Damn this man really knew how to fuck. At this point he was rubbing against my prostate and that's all it took for my own cock to erupt. I know I soaked his bed in my cum. My hole clinched his cock so he stopped fucking me until my orgasm subsided. After a few minutes and a couple of more hits of the poppers my hole loosened it's grip on his cock and he proceeded to gently fuck me again. It was quite a while before he was withdrawing his cock almost completely before burying it back into my hole. I could feel beads of sweat hitting my neck and back as he was giving me a fucking I would never forget. The stamina of this man was truly remarkable. The poppers were keeping me in a state of constant arousal and relaxation at the same time. After what was probably about an hour of him fucking my hole he pulled out and laid on his back. He instructed me that it was now my time to do some work. He had me get on top and it took no effort for his cock to slide back into my hole. Oh my god being on top was definitely a different feeling. Giving I had never rode a cock before my rhythm was a bit awkward at first. But I'm a quick learner so it wasn't long before I found my rhythm and began riding his cock properly. I bounced slowly up and down and it felt great. David was playing with my nipples as I rode him and I had to concentrate really hard on his cock because it felt great having my nipples played with. I knew at this point this man could fuck my anytime he desired. After riding his cock for a while David mentioned he was getting really close to orgasm. He had me get off his back and put me on my back. He raised my legs up and slid his cock back inside. This time he really started fucking my hole with purpose. Damn he looked so hot being in total control of me. My own cock was hard again and I started jerking off as he pounded my ass. After a few minutes I lost it and shot my cum everywhere. I immediately scooped it up and started eating it and that was all it took for David. He said he was cumming and boy did he. He flooded my hole with so much cum that it was leaking out as he was cumming. Once his orgasm had subsided he completely collapsed on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist as I held onto him while his heartbeat got back to normal. At this point I still wasn't aware what he had actually given to me. All I know is that even though this was my first sexual experience I knew it would be hard to top it. I glanced over to the window and noticed daylight was slowly approaching. I drifted off to sleep holding David in my arms. When I woke up I received some news that I definitely wasn't expecting.

Been smoking steady since I was a 14-year-old and still at it. Love to watch masculine guys smoke openly and without being ashamed. Got into good cigars in my early 20s and scored so much throat then — lots of men wanted to suck off a young greaser-looking dude smoking a cigar rather than a bear. More than a few times I've gone to Vegas, dropped trou in bed, got hard, sat a pack of Reds or Camel studs on my leg, held a Partagas in my hand next to my hard dick, took a picture, and sent it out to see who was interested. Much as I enjoy checking out smoking guys, I don't care if you smoke when I'm topping you. But I very much care about my own fucking pleasure, and if I want a Red or a cigar while I'm getting my rocks off inside you, I'll have it. Fuck vaping and Zyn and all that shit. Real men should smoke.

Absolutely I do. My mind can’t focus on anything else than when the next load is coming. There is nothing that can stop the craving and the harder I try to fight it in heat, it comes back stronger. It’s almost as if my body automatically tries to beat the last load count, and is determined to find as many poz loads that are on offer. And I wouldn’t change a thing 😉 just so happens I’m on heat now.

I'm not American but I'm scared. Definitely scared as all over the world we depend on America (technology is the first, then health, most meds and tech patents come from USA). Btw I want to try to be rational: Trump has won due to money of course, but overall due to his communication strategies. I have no deep knowledge on USA election system but from media we have here in Europe, EVERY election has been somehow "predicted". I mean, in 2004 despite wars and stuff, we were sure about Bush. On 2008 between McCain and Obama, we weren't surprised about Obama. Same for 2016 Trump. And same in 2020 "Trump can't win again". Biden? In my opinion he resigned too late, but I'm not so sure about Harris. Unfortunately, together with money, charisma wins. These are my 2 cents, trying to keep scare under control as contributing to cry and destroy makes no sense.

We were around 11 or 12, my male cousins and I would sneak down to the basement and they would take turns shoving their cocks in my hole. It wasn’t until we were older that those same two cousins would dump their seed in my guts. Such pleasant memories. Ah, childhood!

Fuck, i may have a bigger thing for older men than i though i did. Biggest fantasy is to learn to smoke a cigar with an older guy, and eventually being pressured and molded into his bare leather poz pig.

Sold Health (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Think about it while you suck my dick faggot – Don’t forget, I paid for your service – you little cocksucker...” The boy took my cock back in his mouth like he was in a trance. His tongue focused on my glans and lapped my toxic precum up already. He moved his head up and down my shaft. I told him to look into my eyes, while sucking me. Once, he might have been a sensitive and intelligent guy, but now his eyes seemed dull and his spirit was broken. I was pretty sure, that he wouldn’t make a turn with the money. The drug had already fried his brain. His body and mind ached for another shot. “The choice is yours… pay your debts and live like a decent human being. You could try to save yourself and your girlfriend… or buy some of the ‘good stuff’ and make a nice trip. You could get so high – in a way you never have experienced it… you filthy Bitch.” I whispered seductively. “Think faster you stupid fuck. Once my cock spits at your face, the deal is over! He interrupted his sucking. “And you can check my status right now?” I nodded as I pulled his head back onto my penis. “A little bit of your blood will do – and I guess you are not afraid of syringes, huh?” I grinned. “And your friend will give me the money right away…” he interrupted his blowjob again. “We will pile up the money in front of your eyes. You can even count it while we fuck your brains out.” I replied to him. The lad was obviously overwhelmed by this decision. His eyes moved rapidly. And still, while his peanut brain was craving for some good stuff he dutifully lapped his tongue against my glans and sucked more and more of my poisonous scum. “Okay fuck face, you can’t make a decision, then I will shoot my load into your mouth now. You may spit it out afterwards faggot, since you don’t like to take the risk…” I frowned. I grabbed him by his ears and started pummeling into his gullet. “Hrrrmpf….. naaaaaaaw….. *chokes*” his hands moved against my stomach and tried to push me away. He pulled his head away from my cock and begged me to stop. “DEAL….” he screamed and looked at me frantically. “DEEEAAAAALLLLL…” he screamed again and seemed terrified that I would shoot my sperm any second now. I jerked my cock slowly, looking down at this piece of shit and smiled cruelly. “Please don’t shoot your load…. Deal…. please…. Deal…. *sobs*” I stopped jacking off and just sneered at the broken lad. Totally out of breath he stared at my throbbing cock. He looked up to me and asked with a timid voice “Deal?” Get the fuck up and let’s take a blood sample then and you better pray to God, that it is negative then. After a few attempts I found a vein to draw some blood from the boy. I’ve put the sample into the ‘rapid antibody’ test kit. Now we had to wait a couple of minutes for the results. “What happens if I am positive?” he asked uncertainly. “I will leave you, where I found you… what do you think would happen? You are going to die – that’s what’s going to happen to you - shithead” I replied. In the meantime I told the whore, I still had to piss urgently. Initially he went down to his knees and opened his mouth, but I told him to get up again and take my cock up his ass instead. The twink seemed to be scared about that and begged me not to fuck him yet. He really thought I would hump him and he wouldn’t get any more cash. “I am not fucking your asshole you fool. I just want to take a leak faggot.” My cock was still extremely hard and it took me a while to persuade the bitch to get up again and to turn around. In the end I simply grabbed the boy by his nape and held him in place, while I pressed my erected cock against his fuckhole. “You promise not to cum now… okay?” he asked again. He looked extremely worried. “I promise it. Just pissing… nothing else!” and I flashed a genuine smile. Of course I had to make some fucking motions. The boy was so tensed and it took me a while to settle my whole cock into his snatch. I could have rammed myself home, but I wanted to safe the hardcore action for later. I closed my eyes and tried to release my bladder. I felt the little filly was nervous. He almost pranced a little bit. “Stay still….” I moaned and released my waste into him. As soon as he felt his intestines fill up with the hot yellow liquid he mumbled over and over again ‘thank you… thank you’. I guess he wasn’t really thankful for the steaming piss, but he was relieved that I kept my promise. After I finished with my ‘business’ I told him I would withdraw my cock slowly and that he should try to keep my urine in for a while. Of course it didn’t work out completely. A few trickles went down his legs onto the floor. It was not my flat, so I didn’t care. I maneuvered him around a bit and told him he should let go of my piss out with full force. I hit him on his belly several times to encourage him to release my pee. His eyes were closed and sweat was on his forehead. He pressed hard and a yellow stream of piss shot against his cupboard and walls. He knocked some of his pictures over and I had to laugh out loudly. That was the moment when he turned his head around and saw what I had ordered him to do. “Well done boy. Two out of three… not bad!” I praised him and clapped him on his back. I went back to the table and gazed at my watch. We still had to wait a few minutes. “Come here – worthless slut and lick my ass for a couple of minutes” I commanded. Without a word of protest the lad crouched behind my body and pulled my jeans downwards. “I really hope my test results come out negative” he mumbled. “Yeah – me too. Now start tonguing my hole. Lick that shithole clean” I grunted. He started lapping his tongue over my hole. “Good boy…..” I moaned. “Don’t forget to push your tongue into my hole also. Tongue fuck me… you hear me? Clean my dirty hole the proper way.” When the time had come to check the test results I announced, I would open the kit now. He stopped his tongue action and mumbled some nonsense. It almost sounded like a prayer. Yeah – I heard him pray to God, that his results would turn out negative. I slapped him on his head and told him to keep on sucking my ass. When I saw his result was negative I farted into his open mouth and made the boy moan repulsively. “You are negative slut.” I farted again into his face. “Good job!” I turned around slowly. “We got a Deal!” I announced proudly and ruffled the boys hair playfully, like he was the big winner here. “Man – I am so happy I am negative. That is so cool. Now I can get some cash from you. Thank you… man. Thank you for choosing me” he repeated himself constantly. I used my cell phone to contact my partner in crime. “Hey there… it’s me… I found a whore to gamble with us.” “19 years old and wasted. Drugs… he is negative and sort of good looking” “Nah – just an ordinary whore. Yeah – wait….” “Talk to him nicely and give him your address. We want to continue with the show.” I grinned and handed the boy my mobile phone. “Yes. Hello sir. Yes… I am the slut who wants to take poz cum. Thank you. I can’t wait to feel your poz cock tearing up my asshole either *he looked a bit scared now* Yes…. please don’t forget the money, okay?” Then he gave my pal his residential address and then my mate hung up. I took back my phone and smiled down at the crouching boy. He started stroking my cock slowly and smiled back happily. “We will fuck you hard. You know that… Hm?” I asked him. “Yeah” he stopped smiling and looked a bit concerned now. “Will it hurt a lot?” he asked. “We won’t use spit or lube” I told him. “We spend a lot of money on you… it is only fair, that you should tear inside” All of a sudden the twink looked like a small kid again. A bit lost – and still he was a grown up boy who knew, more or less, what he was doing. “I will fuck you at first, because I found you… that might hurt a bit, because I fuck you dry. But believe me, it will hurt my cock too. But you won’t hear me complaining about it – so I expect you to be a champ also and just take what’s coming into you…” “Then my mate will fuck you immediately after I shot my load. So with my sperm as lube you will probably enjoy his fucking.” “After that we will double dick you” I grinned. “And then you are almost done…” I spoke those words and he took it like the ordeal would be over then. But I meant it in a total different way….

Part II: Okay, I have to be honest. I was a little jealous listening to Miguel fuck Brad. And I couldn't stop thinking about how Miguel's big dick felt in my mouth. I had to suck him again, at least! So, I finally got up the courage to message him on a4a from my real profile. Me: hey. I met you a few weeks ago. I sucked your dick in my kitchen before you fucked my roommate. I noticed that he read the message and then didn't respond. I looked at his profile and saw that he changed it back to HIV positive at some point. It was read, but there was no reply. Damnit. I waited for over an hour and then checked again. I then realized that he might be afraid to talk to me after what happened with Brad. So, I messaged him again to make sure he knew that I didn't know about what happened. Me: I would like to see you again. I loved sucking your big dick. I was kinda jealous that you fucked my roommate too. Ah! It worked. Miguel resonded. Miguel: Well, your roommate is really weird, man. I don't know what's up with that. Me: Oh .. he's a pompous ass. Everyone he sleeps with ends up hating him for one reason or another. I want to move out, but it's so hard to find the right roommate and he won't let me off the lease. There we go. I figured Miguel would feel cool talking with me now. Why would he expect that I set up my roommate for a stealth pozzing? I got a little hard thinking about that again, which only made me a little more forthright as our conversation continued. Miguel: yeah, I would probably move out if I were you and I had the chance. Me: I keep looking for other places. But, I gotta say that from what I heard, he loved the way you fucked him. I was trying not to overhear, but I heard him beg you to keep fucking him and moaning soo loudly. Miguel: well, he said he wanted it. then, he got upset and changed his mind after I came in him. it was so weird. I found myself rock-hard thinking about those slapping noises. And now I wanted to feel what Brad felt with that big dick pounding my ass. I tried to shake off the thought, but had to let Miguel know somehow that I wanted it. Me: If you ever fucked me, I wouldn't change my mind. I never had a big dick like your up my hole. I bet it feels amazing. I want to finish sucking you off still too! I had wondered for a moment if I was going to scare him off by being so direct. But, he replied still. Miguel: you know I'm poz, right? Me: Oh yeah, I saw it on your profile. I'm cool with it, though. Okay, I wasn't cool with it. But, I couldn't get that cock out of my head. My dick was straining to escape from my jeans as we continued chatting. Miguel: Good .. because I want to finish fucking your mouth and then get in that cute little ass of yours. I had to unzip my jeans and let my straining cock escape the pressure. It was too uncomfortable. And I had to hear more about what Miguel wanted to do to me. Me: how will you fuck me? His answer seemed to take forever to come back. I stroked eagerly and kept refreshing my inbox. He finally answered. Miguel: First, I would fuck your face as you make my dick sloppy. Then, I eat your ass until you beg me to put it in. Next, I position you on all fours, and enter your tight hole from behind. I start slowly so you can get used to my big dick inside you. Then, I pick up the pace until you are getting every inch, and your hole is stretch as wide as it can. And that's when the real fucking will begin. I had to stop jerking my cock. I was about to explode at that point. Me: Holy fuck! That sounds amazing. Come get at me NOW !!! Miguel: Are you alone? I don't wanna see your crazy roommate. Me: I'm all by myself. Please come! I never had felt such an urgency. I wouldn't really let him fuck me, though. I'd just suck him off. And I know he'd understand. Miguel: You're really hot. But, I dont want to have someone else change their mind on me .. so .. here's what you need to do ... Miguel instructed me on how to make sure nobody would doubt that I wanted a poz guy to fuck me. Sadly, it meant that I would have to wait a week. He had three requirements. I had to e-mail him one day and beg for it. I had to text him a couple of days later, again begging for it. And then, I had to leave him a voice mail a couple of days after that. And I had to tell him I didn't care that he was poz. He was emphatic one one point: it has to be believable. Challenge accepted, I thought. The e-mail: Dear Miguel, thanks for being honest with me about your poz status. I really appreciate it. I want you to know that I'm still very attracted to you. You are the sexiest guy I ever met in my life. I'm so glad I got to suck on your dick that night I met you. Now, I want more. Please fuck me bareback with your huge cock. I need it sooo bad! I wannt you to fuck me and cum in me. I don't care if it makes me poz too. I need you so badly. Please please please fuck me! After I wrote that e-mail, I jacked off and shot a fountain of cum that unexpectedly ended up in that keyboard. Damn, I didn't see that happening. The text message: It actually took me an hour to figure out what to write. Well, that's because I had to stop and jerk off the more I thought about it. Finally, I sent it. Miguel. idk if u saw my email yet. i want u to fuck me. i know ur poz. im cool with that. pls fuck me raw. idc if end up poz. i need you in me. pound me soon! pls! pls! It bothered me that I didn't get any response a day later. Why was he making me wait?! That sucked. The hardest part was the voice mail. It had to be convincing. And, I still had doubts. I thought of his big cock and started stroking my cock again. The more aroused I got, the braver I got. I was rock hard when I decided to make the call and leave the voice mail. When I called him, it went right to voice mail. Good, he's still up for it, I reasoned. The voice mail: Hey, Miguel. I emailed and texted you. I want to make sure you know that I still want it. I want you to fuck me raw with your big dick. I don't care that you're poz. You're soo hot. I'd do anything for your cock. (I didn't plan to leave the next part, but I was so horned up, it just kinda came out.) I'll suck your dick, swallow your cum. You can cum in me. Fuck me hard and deep! (Suddenly, I was about to erupt as I grabbed my cock tighter and jerked.) Miguel, please fuck me soon. Fuck me deep and hard. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Make me cum! Fuck! (And then I came, and quickly hung up the phone.) Well, I hope that counted. Because there's no doubt that was believable. LOL. I couldn't wait to hear back from him now. Even though I just blew a load, I *still* wanted him desperately. (Too be continued.)