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There he was. It was actually him. I couldn’t believe it. Twenty years on, and we were at the same event. Maybe at some level it was not surprising given I had heard he had also gone into finance, but our paths had not crossed since we graduated and nor had we contacted each other at all. Furthermore, he looked good. Yes, he had aged a bit, but he was otherwise so much like he had been back then. Fucking handsome, and his body looked muscular and lean under his amazingly well-fitted suit. I wondered what his life had been like since then. Was he married? Was he even straight? It seemed quite likely that he would have followed the same path I had, meeting a woman, marrying, starting a family, and all that. It was almost expected of guys like us, and certainly those going from being top athletes at university on into the macho world of corporate finance. But maybe not? Did I actually want to find out? We were both studs back then. Sounds like I’m gloating, but I knew that I was popular, people thought I was good looking, I worked out so much that I had a rocking body, and I left quite the trail of girlfriends behind me when I went off to uni. He seemed to have trod a similar path, and we were both quite alpha male types (without being misogynist dicks about it) when we met. But our playful jostling for dominance had led to something else, and for most of the three years at uni we were secretly fucking. It was usually a quick affair, sometimes with one of us staying in the other's room and then sneaking out before dawn, and even sometimes a tryst in the woods or the uni gym toilets. However, weekends away together under the concoted story of family visits had happened occasionally, and on the two uninterrupted nights we would get together on those trips, we were more than just guys who fucked. But I knew, as I’m sure he did too, that it wouldn’t go on any longer than graduation. Maybe we weren’t quite expecting the complete and sudden halt that seemed to become our reality, but there we go. Truth be told, during our time together I was mostly the bottom. Sometimes he wanted to be penetrated, but more often than not it was me who ended up gaping and full of cum. There was just something about him that triggered a kind of submissiveness in me, a need to be dominated, but without it being too extreme. We seemed to naturally find this sort of understanding where we were both expressing something within us, but things never got pushed. He didn’t tie me up, order me around or anything like that, it was more that him mounting and sliding inside me seemed to satisfy some need of mine that had been bubbling under. Not necessarily homosexual desire, though I have always known that was there, but rather a need to not be so “alpha” all the time. Having to build up my name and reputation from scratch in the corporate world had maybe done that job for much of the intervening years. The alpha stud rank I had enjoyed throughout school and university meant nothing once I entered the real world, and I had to learn a bit of humility and work bloody hard to get anywhere for the first time in my life. But in my early 40s, with my career where it was, I was The Man again. Perhaps it was therefore no surprise that I was feeling restless and unsatisfied, needing something else than my life was offering. Maybe it was also reaching the beginnings of middle age, and having gone so long without that kind of contact, my suppressed desires for men were starting to become more obvious to me. I had not acted on it, but on business trips I was finding myself watching bi or gay porn in hotel rooms at night, and remembering with a growing hunger what it was like to be taken. But in that ballroom, seeing the only man I had ever actually been with, something stirred within me. Well, to be honest, my hole twitched. But my brain went into overdrive. Memories. Feelings. Desires. Fears. Hopes. Everything. If I had run into him ten years earlier I might have panicked, scared that this secret part of my life and personality was going to be outed, but timing is everything. I wanted him, or indeed any man. Without there being any pushback from my conscience, perhaps influenced by several glasses of expensive champagne, I seemed to decide that my two decades of monogamy was going to end that night. I stealthily watched him for some time while I half engaged in conversations with other people, until the moment I saw him make his excuses and walk away from the group he was with towards one of the doors into the building’s foyer. I let him go, then made my own excuses and followed. As I got into the foyer and looked around, I caught a glimpse of him exiting through the revolving doors at the far end so I hurried after him. Once at the door I could see him standing outside by the pavement with his back to me, so I paused and took a deep breath before heading outside as well. I walked up beside him just as he lit a cigarette. “You look good” he said, without even glancing in my direction. “You too” I replied. “You want one?” he asked, holding the pack of Marlboros in my direction as he turned to face me. “Er, sure” I said, reaching out to take what would be my first cigarette in 15 years. I put it in my mouth, and then leaned in so he could light it for me. I took a deep inhale, and then savoured the rush as it hit me. “You’re married” he said. “Yes” I replied. “You?” “Nearly was” he said. “But saw sense and backed out.” “Oh” I replied. “Not the woman for you?” “Her being a woman was the problem” he said, smirking. “Oh” I said again. “So you’re…” “Yep” he replied. “Oh” I said, for the third time. He grinned at me, before taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. I followed suit while I processed. “Not got a boyfriend, if that’s what you’re wondering” he said. I nodded, exhaling. We then stood in silence for a moment. “So how about we ditch this and go fuck?” he asked, out of the blue. I was just inhaling from the cigarette again, and started coughing in surprise which got a laugh out of him. “Had any action since me?” he asked while I tried to recover. “No” I croaked, “not like that anyway.” “Fair enough” he said. “But from the way you’ve been leering at me for the last hour, I know you want it.” “I, er”… I stammered. He chortled, before taking a final inhale of his cigarette and stubbing it out on the bin next to him. “Come on” he said, “go and have a family emergency or something so we can go back to my hotel for a reunion.” “I’m in a hotel too” I said. “Got meetings tomorrow, and the work Christmas do tomorrow night. If I have a family emergency it’s going to be suspect if I turn up in the office tomorrow.” “Fine” he said. “Then think of something else. But my cock is going up your arse tonight, come what may.” With that, he marched back inside, and I could see through the glass that he had headed for the toilets. I took a last deep inhale from the cigarette, stubbed it out on the bin and then paused for a moment. I racked my brain, and then came up with a yarn about my daughter having had a nightmare and insisting on her daddy reading her a bedtime story over the phone, and then went back inside to make my apologies. I eventually got myself out of there, and once I had collected my bag and coat I headed back out onto the street where Dean was waiting. He smiled at me, but before I could say anything he turned towards the road and waved down a black cab. We piled in, and then sat in silence for the short ride to his hotel. Once there, he marched me up to the enormous suite he was staying in. “Drink?” he asked, opening the minibar. “Whisky” I said, with a little shake in my voice. He grabbed a couple of bottles out of the fridge, emptied them into glasses, and then handed me the one containing whisky. He then turned and headed for some balcony doors, and strode outside onto what was really just a narrow ledge with a railing. I followed him out there, and accepted one of the two cigarettes he had just lit. “Cheers” he said, clinking his glass against mine. “Cheers” I replied, before necking the glass of whisky in one go. “Getting yourself some Dutch Courage” he said, smirking. “I need it” I responded, not actually sure if I was being truthful. Twenty years, and yet I suddenly felt at ease being there with him on that balcony. He necked his own drink, took a deep inhale from his cigarette and then rested it on an ashtray on the floor, before darting back inside the using the phone to order a bottle of champagne on room service. He then emptied another couple of small bottles from the minibar into the glasses and came back outside. “So no man action at all then?” he asked me, after we had clinked glasses again. “None” I said. “Met Sarah on the grad programme at EY, and have been with her ever since.” “Well, congratulations” he said. “But the fact you’re here right now tells me things aren’t perfect.” I paused for a while, taking in the view and gathering my thoughts, before I responded. “I guess we’re happy” I said. “I mean, we have three great kids, a nice house, and lots of friends.” “But?” he asked, after I had paused again. “But, I think maybe I’m just playing a role” I said. “Doing what’s expected of me, I guess.” “Are you gay?” he asked, startling me with the directness of the question. “No, no” I said, before stopping. “But, well, I guess I’m not straight either. And…” I trailed off into silence, but this time he didn’t push and just waited for me to resume talking. “The thing is” I continued, “I’ve never stopped thinking about how it made me feel being with you, and lately it’s been on my mind a lot.” “You mean what it was like to be fucked?” he asked. “Yeah, I guess so” I said. “I think maybe it was better than anything I’ve had with Sarah.” He gave a little chuckle. “I think” he said, “that regardless of which way you swing, the reality is that you’re a bottom. A very repressed bottom, but a bottom nonetheless.” It startled me hearing him be so blunt about it, but I guess I knew it was the truth. I had used my career, my marriage, fatherhood and everything else under the sun to try to quell that need, but it was there all along. I was a bottom. I am a bottom. I want to be fucked. We stood in silence as we smoked the last of our cigarettes, and just after stubbing them out a knock at the room door indicated the next round of drinks had arrived. We went back inside, me instinctively stepping out of sight of the door as Dean went to open it. He appeared again a moment later with two glasses and the bucket of champagne, which he plonked down on the room’s small table. However, he didn’t open it, and instead turned and walked over to me. I immediately began to quiver as he stood in front of me, reached up with his hand to cup my cheek, and then leaned in and planted his lips on mine. After briefly freezing, I allowed myself to melt into the kiss as our tongues intertwined, his stubble against my face being both an odd sensation but strangely, gloriously familiar. We kissed for a while, before he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to pop open that champagne, and then it’s time to pop you open again after far too long” he said, smiling warmly at me in a way that made me melt even more. “OK” I whispered. “You know” he said, as he walked back to the table and started stripping the foil off the top of the bottle, “it was touch and go with me even being at this thing tonight. Only just got over the worst flu of my life.” With that, he popped the cork off the bottle, poured out two glasses, then walked back over to me and handed me one. “To rekindled friendship and bottoming for England” he said, smiling as he clinked my glass with this. “To that” I said, smiling back at him. We each took a couple of sips, and then he took my glass back off me and placed both of them on the bedside table I was standing beside. “Now” he said, “let’s change your life.” If only I had known just how deeply that change would go…

Well that was a surprise! My bro and I had been talking about giving my ass away agai ! It really gets my bro off! So we rented a cheap motel room in San Diego and the he got on sniffles to advertise...i proceeded to get intoxicated and by the time the first stud showed up to fuck me, I was wasted...my bro loves it when I'm passive as well...so as I dozed in and out...he propped me on my belly and loosely blind folded me...let the first stud fuck me and he proceeded to beat off and host the guys....so I'm not sure when this certain stud showed up as I was swimming from the poppers, liquor, and maximum impact but I was kinda coming too and could see a little from under the blind fold. He proceeded to chat with my bro as a pig got finished cumming in me and then he proceeded to come over and start rubbing his dick on my ass as he rubbed my shoulders. He kept saying how he loved the warmth of skin and the smell of my hair...now mind you, my bro and I had been on the beach all day playing volleyball so I was very sun-kissed and my hair had alot of salt in it...the only thing I washed before fucking was my ass, taint, balls, and dick...as he entered me, he held to my waist with one hand and started rubbing my face and hair with the other...saying how he liked my curly shaggy hair. My bro the feed me another hit of maximum impact and stud started to fuck..he was so into it that he laid on top of me and put his hands on each side of my head above my shoulders supporting his upper body. He was fucking good and said he loved my hot body under him...i turned my head as I was moaning and when I did I noticed a ring on his right hand. It was gold with a sapphire....i was so going in and out of my haze but, that caught my attention...i have seen that ring before...couldn't place it but I zoomed back to him as he rutted his nut up in me...he laid on me breathing hard for minute while he naturally started to fall outta my ass then got up and made me clean his dick off...my bro and this mysterious stud chatted for about a hour and drinking beer as another stud came in pounded me...and lost all senses and didn't noticed when left....so the next afternoon as I recovered and we layed out by my bro's pool, he proceeded to tell me how he was so turned on by seeing guys fuck me all night...he especially liked the guys that showed up that where surprised to see that this jock was laying there taking any and all dick! So I asked, as I always do, what were the guys like? He said it ran the gambit...his favorite was a college age nerd...massive dick! He also stated he got a few numbers for future fuckings. As he was talking it dawned on me about the ring...i asked him if he remembered a stud wearing it and he didn't...as we talked,it hit me! The guy is or was a youth counselor at a summer camp I went to when I was just sprouting hairs down there! I jump up and got my phone and then proceeded to look up camp pics from my time there...sure enough he was a counselor of the cabin next to my group's cabin...i remember how I loved staring at his hairy and tight body at the pool or when we were canoeing and he'd wear a tank top I also remembered that ring for some reason. i showed the pics to my bro and his Jaw hit the floor! He said he was one of the silver foxes he made sure to get a number from! I couldn't remember his name but when my bro said his name is Adam, my dick went full mass! That was his name and he, indeed, bred me...he told my bro, that he loved my tan and my shaggy curly hair...oh yeah can't wait to tell him about our history when he fucks me again..My bro,just left him a message! damn what a surprise!

Part 2 I feel the heat of his body under mine, the tension in his muscles as he leans forward, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. His body is bent just the way I want him, exposed and vulnerable in front of me, but still strong, still present—like he’s daring me to do something with all this control. The mirror across from us catches every movement—my body pressing into his, the way his head tilts just slightly, lips parted as he catches his breath. His eyes dart to mine in the reflection, and the look there—fuck—it’s like he’s letting me in, letting me see every piece of him, every inch of his desire. I slide a hand down his back, feeling the way his skin shivers under my touch. The warmth radiates off him, and I can feel his heartbeat in my chest, matching mine in the silent rhythm of our movements. “Stay still,” though I’m not sure if I’m telling him or myself. I’m barely holding it together, already lost in the feeling of him—so perfect beneath me. He doesn’t resist as I slap my 9” cock onto his smooth, tight hole. I line myself up, and then press forward, feeling the stretch as my foreskin pulls backward, my cock sinking deeper into him. His body tenses for a split second but then melts, as I watch him bite his lip in the reflection. God, he’s beautiful like this—completely open, completely mine in every way. I lean down, my chest brushing against his back, my lips barely grazing the curve of his neck. I can feel his body tremble under me, his skin warm, soft, and every inch of him responding to my touch. My hand slides down his side, fingers grazing the smoothness of his waist, feeling the slight tremor of his muscles. I pull him closer, pushing him into the couch with a steady pressure. The mirror catches the moment—our bodies moving together, the way I’m taking him, holding him there. His eyes lock with mine again, and in that reflection, I see it: the raw need, the desperation that mirrors my own. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he tries to hold it together, but he can’t. He’s lost in this, just as much as I am. I can’t help myself. My thumb slides over his jaw, pushing his face up to meet mine, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see me. The reflection is everything. It’s him, it’s me, it’s the tension between us that’s unbearable. I push deeper, slowly, feeling him stretch around me. His body shakes under the pressure, but his hands grip the couch, holding himself still for me. I move again, deeper this time, my body pressing into his as I feel the friction, the tightness. He gasps, the sound tearing through the air, and I feel my control slip. The sensation of him beneath me is overwhelming. I lean forward, my chest pressing to his back, my lips grazing the nape of his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin, the salt of him, as I move inside him. The heat of him is everything—so soft, so warm against me. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hand finding his waist again, fingers tightening as I pull him closer, deeper. The mirror shows the way he reacts—his body jerking with every thrust, the way his chest rises and falls, each breath a quiet plea. I lean over him, close enough to feel his pulse against my chest, close enough to taste the air between us. I keep moving, my rhythm steady now, building the pace, feeling the way his body fits with mine. His back arches again, pushing into me, and I know he’s close—closer than I expected. I can feel him shudder, his body tightening, and when he breathes my name—low, shaky, “Nico…”—it breaks everything. I grip him harder, pushing even deeper, watching the way his face contorts in the mirror, the pleasure, the tension, the raw need reflected back at me. His fingers dig into the couch cushions, his body giving way to every push, every stroke. I feel it—he’s mine, every inch of him, every sound he makes. I move faster, harder, and I hear him gasping, feeling the way his body finally gives in, trembling beneath me. He’s lost in it, just as much as I am. The reflection tells me everything. His eyes lock with mine again, wild, desperate, and I see the moment he breaks—his face twisted in pleasure, his body jerking beneath mine. Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I push him through it, pushing until we’re both lost in the rush. Then that’s when I hear it—the creak of the front door opening. The sharp sound rips through the air, jarring me out of the haze of my own mind. For a split second, I think it’s just my head playing tricks on me, the high messing with my senses, Cole’s tight fucking hole wrapped around me. But then the door opens wider, and I hear the unmistakable sound of shoes hitting the floor along with the words: “What the fuck?” For a split second, I don’t move, don’t say anything. I just freeze, and Cole, beneath me, does too. I’m still inside him, my grip on his waist firm, holding him in place as his breath hitches. The tension is suffocating, the silence louder than anything else in this fucking room. I don’t pull away. I don’t move. Instead, I slowly glance over at Moses, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else I can’t quite read. He stands frozen, hands at his sides, staring at us like he’s processing what the fuck he just walked into. Cole’s body shifts beneath me, his face flushed with embarrassment. He looks up at me briefly, eyes searching mine, and I see it—the hesitation, the silent plea for me to fix this. But I don’t know how. I can’t fix this. Moses doesn’t speak at first, just glares, his gaze moving between me and Cole. He looks like he’s about to blow. “What the fuck is going on here?” He steps closer, his tone sharp and full of disbelief. I pull back slightly from Cole, slipping out of him with a quiet “pop”, but staying close, trying to maintain control, but fuck, everything’s spinning out of my hands now. I wipe my hand over my face, trying to find something to say. Moses’ eyes flicks to me, the anger in them flickering like a flame ready to burn everything down. “Seriously, Nico? My brother?” His voice is rough, but there’s something else there—something I didn’t expect. Maybe it’s the shock. Maybe it’s the disbelief. But it hurts more than I thought it would. I swallow hard, not sure where to start. I glance back at Cole, who’s still sitting there, his hands covering his lap, looking small in a way that doesn’t match how he normally is. I try to steady myself. “Moses, it’s not what you—” “Bullshit.” He cuts me off, voice rising now, his chest heaving with frustration. “This isn’t some fucking misunderstanding. I can see it. You’re actually fucking him, aren’t you?” I don’t answer at first. My breath is sharp, the words dying in my throat, and that’s when I realize—Moses isn’t just angry. There’s something else simmering under the surface, something conflicted. I meet his eyes, trying to read him. He’s not backing down, but the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hands are balled into fists, makes me wonder just how far this is going to go. I glance back at Cole again, who’s still silent, eyes on the floor. He’s not backing down either. Moses’ gaze shifts from me to Cole, and for a brief second, it softens, just the slightest shift. I see him look at Cole—like he’s seeing him in a way he hasn’t before. It’s almost… curious. He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck is this, Nico?” I look at him, the weight of the moment crashing down. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not with him standing there, seeing us both in this fucking mess. But somehow, I find my voice, and this time, it’s clear. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, Moses. I never meant for any of this.” Moses shakes his head, still processing, still pissed. But there’s something in his eyes—something under all that anger. His voice drops to something lower, more tense, “So what? You’re fucking him, and now you want to make it okay?” I don’t know how to respond to that. Because the truth is, I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know what any of this is, or what it means for us. Then, to my surprise, Moses takes a step forward, his face softening slightly. He looks at Cole, his brother, and there’s something there—something I can’t explain. He’s not just angry anymore. There’s this understanding, or at least the beginning of it, like he’s processing the new reality in front of him. He glances back at me, his voice quieter this time. “You’re both fucked up, but… shit, man. What the hell were you thinking?” I don’t have an answer. I never had an answer. But there’s this strange, unspoken understanding between Moses and me now—he’s still my best friend, still the guy I’ve known forever. But there’s no going back from this moment. He doesn’t say more. He just stands there for a moment, looking at me, then at Cole. The weight of it is too much. I stand there, still unsure of what the fuck happens next. Then Moses walks over to the coffee table, grabs the pipe off it, and inspects it for a second like it’s just a normal thing to do. His fingers wrap around it casually, like he’s deciding if he wants to hit it or hit me upside the head with it. I feel Cole shift beneath me, but I don’t pull away. I hold his body close, watching Moses carefully. Without looking back at us, Moses brings the pipe to his lips, lights it up, and takes a long, slow hit. His eyes look up at the cloud of smoke he exhales, his gaze sharpening as he looks back at us. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says nonchalantly, voice calm as he sits down across from us. The smoke curls around him. He’s completely unfazed. I feel Cole tense up beneath me, his eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me, his body half-turned, trying to process what the hell is happening. I stay still, not sure what the fuck to say, or do. My heart’s still pounding in my chest from pounding Cole just a few moments ago, and now Moses is here—watching us, like he’s completely comfortable with this. I expect him to be pissed. Maybe call it a mistake. But instead, he just sits there, eyes watching us closely as he takes another drag from the pipe, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke. Moses’ eyes flick to Cole for a moment, studying him, before turning back to me, almost like he’s waiting for me to break the silence. Cole shifts again, his voice shaky, but he tries to speak. “You… you want to watch, or…?” The words hang in the air awkwardly, and I feel his unease ripple through me. Moses isn’t just walking in on us—he’s sitting down like he’s made himself part of this. Moses exhales slowly, blowing the smoke out to the side as if he’s giving the question some thought. “Yeah, I want to watch,” he says casually, like he’s talking about something as simple as a movie. But there’s a sharpness to his tone that catches me off guard. There’s no judgment, no disgust, just the quiet acceptance of it all—like he’s been around enough to know that this is just what happens. I stare at him for a second. This is weird. Sure, we all get high together. We all know the drill. But to sit here and watch? This is new. But I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know how to tell Moses this is crossing some line I didn’t even realize existed. I should feel anger, but instead, I just feel a tinge of confusion. Why is he so okay with this? “You sure about that?” I ask, voice still low, not entirely hiding the surprise that I’m feeling. Moses shrugs nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. “Why the hell not? Might as well… see it all the way through.” I feel Cole shift underneath me, his body stiffening with uncertainty. He meets Moses’ gaze briefly, his mouth opening like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. His hands are still gripping the couch like he’s trying to hold on to whatever bit of normalcy is left in this fucked-up situation. “This is… strange,” Cole mutters, his voice softer, eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me. He’s still trying to figure out how to process this, still caught between confusion and something else—maybe desire, maybe something darker. Moses leans back in the chair, blowing out another cloud of smoke and making a lazy circle in the air with it. “Is it? Or are you just not used to someone calling it out like it is?” He lets the silence settle in, the tension rising. I feel Cole’s body relax a little beneath me, but I can tell his mind is still racing. He’s confused, uncertain—but a part of me can see it in his eyes. He’s curious. Moses, on the other hand? He’s too comfortable in this situation. His gaze shoots back to me, sharp as ever, waiting for me to make the next move. He’s just sitting there, completely at ease with the whole fucking situation, his face unreadable. Another hit. Another cloud of smoke. Like he’s watching some fucked-up movie unfold in front of him, but this movie is real. I feel the tension tighten in Cole’s body as I move again, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer to me. He’s so fucking soft under my touch, like I could break him with just a look, but he’s strong—he holds himself together, even as my body pushes against his, every inch of him tight, ready. “You’re still okay with this?” I ask, my voice low, rough. The words taste like fire in my mouth, but I need to know. I need to hear it from him. Cole nods, his breath hitching, his fingers gripping my wrist as he pulls me in closer. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaky, but sure. “I want this.” And there it is. That fucking thing in his eyes—the desire, the need, the acceptance of what’s happening. Without a second thought, I line my cock back to Cole’s hole. This time, staring Moses directly in the eyes as I push into Cole harder, feeling him tighten, his body reacting to every inch of me. I turn to Cole and watch him fall apart in front of me, his chest rising and falling as I set the pace. His lips part, gasping, and I’m right there with him, losing myself in the movement, in the feeling. Cole’s body moves with mine, the friction pulling us closer. His breath quickens, and I can tell he’s fighting it—fighting the urge to lose himself, to give in to what we’re doing. But there’s no holding back now. I shift, pushing harder, making him take me deeper. His back arches again, his hands moving to grip the cushions beneath us, knuckles white, and I feel the tension in his body snap, the first wave of release hitting him hard. He groans, his body shaking beneath me, his head tipping back, and I can’t help the low growl that escapes me as I feel him tremble. Fuck. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. He grips my wrist harder, pulling me closer, deeper. I don’t. I can’t. I move faster now, no restraint, no holding back. The mirror catches us both—the way he moves beneath me, the way I’m taking him, and I can’t stop watching him. His face is a picture of raw need, of surrender, and fuck, it’s beautiful. And then, in the background, I hear Moses, his voice a low murmur over the quiet crackling of the pipe. ”Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.”

Part 1 - True Story - Written by “Cole” in the POV of Nico. “Took your sweet time.” I said as I stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me. My gaze flicks over Cole—assessing. “Moses home?” I don’t wait for an answer. Just brush past him like I belong here—because, honestly, I do. This house has been a second home for years. Don’t even know why I knocked. “No, he’s not.” Cole’s voice is tight, annoyed. “And you’re gonna get me in trouble. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.” I scoff. “Relax, tiny. It’s just me.” Cole—Moses’ kid brother, always trailing after us, always trying to keep up. I’ve known him since he was a scrawny little thing with skinned knees and too much to prove. I drop onto the couch like I own the place, stretching my arms over the backrest. “Happy late birthday, by the way. The big one-eight.” I smirk, eyes flicking to him. “Senior year treating you good?” Cole crosses his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s debating whether to kick me out or let it slide. He settles on glaring. “Yeah, sure. Feels exactly the same, except now I get lectures about college and taxes.” I huff out a laugh. “Welcome to adulthood, kid. It’s all paperwork and disappointment from here.” Cole rolls his eyes, but there’s something in them—maybe amusement, maybe irritation. “You’re not exactly a role model, Nico.” I smirk. “Never claimed to be.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “What, you got big plans or something? College? World domination?” “Don’t know,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Just trying to get through the year.” I nod, because yeah, that’s fair. High school’s a whole mess of bullshit, and Cole’s always been the type to overthink things. “You’ll figure it out.” He scoffs. “Wow. So wise. Truly, I am blessed by your insight.” “Hey, you’re the one who said I’m not a role model.” I grin, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. “Now stop whining and put on a movie or something. If I’m stuck waiting for Moses, I might as well be entertained.” Cole groans but grabs the remote anyway and begins scrolling through options. He can complain all he wants—he’s not getting rid of me that easily. I watch him, letting my eyes trace over his profile—sharp but soft in a way that stands out. He’s got that kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. Perfect complexion, all smooth angles and symmetry. Brown hair always neat, like he actually cares how he looks. Green eyes that somehow manage to look both bored and sharp at the same time. He’s Latino, but you wouldn’t know unless he told you. Not like Moses. Moses got all the Latin genes and left Cole with none. If you lined them up next to each other, no one would guess they were brothers. Moses and I, we look the way people expect men like us to look—tan skin, dark eyes, thick brows, sharp jaws. Built like we were made for violence. Like we’d fuck someone up for looking at us wrong. Cole? He’s the opposite. White-passing, preppy, clean-cut. Small-framed but just toned enough to not look skinny. He looks like he belongs in some private school wearing a sweater over his shoulders, not in this house, not anywhere near people like me or Moses. If he ever got pulled over, the cop would probably call him “son” and send him on his way. And the best part? He has no idea. No idea his big brother’s keeping me in business. No idea I sell meth. No idea Moses does it, either. I wonder if he’d look at me differently if he knew. If he’d stop pretending like I’m just some annoying family friend taking up space on his couch. He exhales sharply, still scrolling. “Jesus, there’s nothing on.” I smirk. “Maybe you’re just bad at picking.” “Maybe you can shut up.” I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s got bite when he wants to. But I bet he’s never needed to actually fight. Bet no one’s ever looked at him like a threat. Cole keeps scrolling, eyes flicking across the screen like he’s actually weighing his options. I’m not sure if he’s taking his time just to piss me off or if he really is this indecisive. Probably both. I stretch out, watching him frown at the TV. “Hurry up, tiny. We’ll both be dead before you pick something.” Cole exhales through his nose, then, with a flamboyant exaggeration shoves the remote into my hand. “Here. You pick, since you’re such an expert.” I smirk, settling deeper into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “Finally. You should’ve just admitted you suck at decisions five minutes ago.” I start flipping through the options, not really paying attention. I’m just killing time, waiting for Moses. Then Cole says, “I know what you do, by the way.” My thumb freezes on the remote. I don’t react right away, don’t look at him, just keep scrolling like he didn’t just drop that in my lap. “What are you talking about?” I ask, casual. Too casual. Cole leans back against the couch, arms crossed. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to stop playing dumb. “I know what you do for work.” I scoff. “I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “You sell,” he cuts in, bluntly. His green eyes don’t waver. “And Moses buys.” A slow pulse of something heavy settles in my chest. I force out a chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s a hell of a thing to accuse someone of, tiny.” Cole just shrugs. “I don’t care.” That makes me glance at him, really look at him. His expression is unreadable, but he’s serious. I let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “You don’t care?” I repeat. “You should. Normal people don’t just brush that kind of thing off.” He shrugs again. “I stopped expecting normal a long time ago.” I study him, waiting for him to flinch, to crack, to do anything that makes me think he’s just trying to get a reaction. But he doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head slightly. “What’s it like?” I frown. “What’s what like?” “That world,” he says, vague but somehow precise. “The dealing, the using. The whole thing. What does it feel like?” I roll my tongue over my teeth, considering. “Why do you wanna know?” “Just curious.” His voice is light, but there’s something underneath it. Something deeper. I think about lying, brushing it off, telling him it’s nothing, but I don’t. “It feels like control,” I say finally. “Like you’ve got the whole world at your feet. And like none of it matters at the same time.” Cole nods, like that makes perfect sense to him. He exhales slowly, then looks at me again. “Can I try some?” That pulls a sharp laugh from me. “Funny.” “I’m serious.” I narrow my eyes. “Not gonna happen.” Cole doesn’t back down. “Why not?” “Because it’s not for you.” He gives me a look, one I can’t quite place. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” His voice is quiet, but the weight of it lingers. I don’t say anything right away. I just watch him, this kid who has everything lined up for him, who has no idea what he’s asking for. “Go get drunk or something,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Find some other way to let go.” “I don’t want to drink.” His jaw tightens. “I want to feel what you feel.” That makes something inside me twitch, but I lie. “You don’t.” He holds my gaze. “You don’t know what I want.” I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “Not happening, Cole.” But he doesn’t drop it. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me. “You know about ‘pnp’?” I frown. “The hell is that?” “Party and play.” He watches me, waiting to see if the words land. When I don’t react, he explains. “It’s a thing in the gay scene. Hooking up while high. Mostly meth, sometimes coke or G.” Felt that twitch again, but in my cock that time. “And?” I ask, voice flat. Cole leans forward. Calm, calculated—like he’s thought about this for a while. “I’m going to college next year. I’m gonna end up smoking at some point. You might not know, but it’s popular in my hookup culture.” His lips press together for a second, then he looks me dead in the eye. “The first time I do it should be with someone I trust.” I bark out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You trust me? That’s your first mistake.” “I do.” His voice is steady. Too steady. I drag a hand down my face, shaking my head. “Jesus, Cole.” It’s not like I give a shit what people do with their dicks. Never have. Cole being gay? Old news. Everyone knows, not that it matters to me. I’ve got my girls, maybe more than one, depending on the night. But Cole… I don’t know. He’s always been different. Soft spot doesn’t even cover it. Something about him has always pulled me in, made me look twice. Made me care when I shouldn’t. And now he’s sitting here, telling me he wants this—this inside him? “Why do you even want this?” I ask. “You don’t need it.” He shrugs, looking away for the first time. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” I know that feeling. I know it too fucking well. I sigh, thinking. I should shut this down completely, tell him no again, make sure he never asks. But part of me knows he’s right. If he’s going to do it—and he is—then better with me than some random asshole at a college party. I glance at him again. His perfect skin, his neat hair, his green eyes holding something deeper, something restless. I shouldn’t even be considering it. And yet. “I’ve tried G before.” He says too casually. Another cock twitch. “Excuse me?” He stands up without another word, disappearing down the hall. A minute later, he’s back, holding a tiny glass vial between his fingers like it’s nothing. Like it’s just another thing in his neatly curated life. I sit up straighter, narrowing my eyes. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” He tosses it to me, and I catch it easily. Twisting off the cap, I dab my finger inside and press it to my tongue. A distinct sour, chemical taste—definitely GHB. I let out a slow breath, gripping the vial tighter. “Where the fuck did you get this?” Cole shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I have my ways.” I glare at him. “That’s not a fucking answer.” “Neither is ‘I’ll think about it.’” He crosses his arms. “So let’s make a trade. I get you high on G, and you get me high on meth. Seems fair.” I exhale sharply, rolling the vial between my fingers. “You don’t just have this shit, Cole. What the fuck were you planning to do with it?” He holds my gaze. “What do you think?” I don’t answer. He just told me. My cock twitches again, but followed by a strange mix of anger and jealousy pouring over me. I set the vial onto the coffee table, leaning back. “You’re a fucking idiot.” “So is Moses, and you still sell to him.” That one hits harder than I want it to. My jaw tightens, but I don’t argue. Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So?” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m not saying yes.” “But you’re not saying no.” I shoot him a look. “I’ll consider it.” Cole doesn’t gloat, doesn’t smirk. He just nods, like that’s all he needed to hear. Then, before I can stop him, he’s already moving. “Be right back.” “Cole—” But he’s gone, jogging into the kitchen. I stare at the vial sitting on the table, irritation curling in my gut. I should’ve flushed it or thrown it back in his face. But I didn’t. A minute later, Cole returns, carrying two cups. “Here.” I frown. “The fuck is this?” “Mixer.” He sets them down, unbothered. “If you won’t smoke me up, I’m taking G, and so are you” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Not how this works, tiny.” “It is now.” His eyes meet mine. Jesus Christ. He’s really doing this. Really pushing. And the worst part? I’m not sure if I want to stop him. “Fine.” Cole blinks. “Fine?” I shoot him a look. “Yeah, fine. But don’t get ahead of yourself—I’m not smoking you up.” Cole just smirks, like he knew I’d fold eventually. “But when Moses gets home, you better be in your room. Last thing I need is him seeing you fucked up.” Cole doesn’t even argue. He just nods, pleased with the arrangement so far, like this is some kind of negotiation he’s winning. We sit there for a while, neither of us talking. Then Cole shifts slightly, turning his gaze to me. “Well? You’re the dealer. You need to measure it out.” I scoff. “Bossy little shit.” But I don’t argue. G’s not something you eyeball unless you’ve got a death wish. I glance at Cole. “You know how easy it is to overdose on this shit?” He nods, watching as I grab my phone and open the calculator, doing quick math. “Yeah. That’s why I trust you.” I pause for half a second. Then shake it off and get to work. I unscrew the cap, tipping out a careful dose, measuring with the precision that comes from experience. Cole watches intently, eyes sharp, absorbing every movement. Like he wants to learn. Like he wants to know exactly how this world works. I don’t know if that should worry me. Actually, I do. But I’m doing it anyway. I measure out just under a full dose for Cole—enough to feel it, not enough to fuck him up completely. He won’t notice the difference. Then I pour double into my own cup. If one of us is going under, it’s going to be me, not him. Cole doesn’t question it as I hand him his drink. He takes the cup, fingers brushing mine for half a second before he leans back against the couch. He doesn’t drink it yet, just swirls the liquid like he’s testing it. “You sure about this?” I ask, watching him. He lifts a brow. “Are you?” I don’t answer. Instead, I raise my cup. He does the same. We clink them together, and then I throw mine back. Cole hesitates for half a second before following suit. I watch him, as he downs the G, licking his lips after like it’s nothing, like this is just another night. Like we do this all the time. Silence settles between us again, heavier this time. We both know what comes next. Cole leans his head back against the couch, eyes flicking to me. “How long?” I stretch out, feeling the slow warmth creeping through my limbs already. “Give it fifteen.” He exhales through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. Waiting. Twenty minutes pass, and the G is in full force. My body feels loose, warm, like I’m sinking into the couch but floating at the same time. Everything is just good—my muscles relaxed, my mind foggy but not gone. My cock no longer twitching, but harder as fuck. The TV is playing something, but I’m not paying attention. G always makes me wanna smoke, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach into my pocket, to take the edge off the pleasure creeping under my skin. I swallow it down, exhaling through my nose, still not sure how I feel about letting Cole go that far. Instead, I look at Cole, getting lost in watching him. He’s close enough now that I can smell the faint hint of his cologne under the warmth of his skin. He’s always been pretty, but right now, he’s something else entirely. The worst part? I can’t look away. Cole turns his head, catching me in the act. Damn. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s studying me. Then, with a slow smirk, he murmurs, “Feel good yet?” The G kicks in harder, spreading through my veins like liquid gold, making my skin buzz, making everything feel too good, too much. And Cole—Cole’s right there, watching me, soaking it all in. I exhale through my nose, smirking back. “You tell me.” His eyes flick down—over my chest, my arms, the way my fingers twitch against the couch. Then he licks his lips and lets out a soft, lazy chuckle. “You’ve been staring for a while.” Fuck, I need to look away. But I don’t. “Maybe I like what I see.” I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s the G talking, loosening my tongue along with everything else. Maybe it’s something else. But Cole doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get flustered. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me the same way I was just studying him. Then, like he’s making some kind of silent decision, he smirks back. “Yeah,” he says, voice smooth and slow. “I think you do.” This makes my cock throb harder than it ever has in the past. Blinking hard like I can shake the moment off. “Shit—” I rub a hand over my forehead. “Didn’t mean to say that.” Cole raises a brow, still smirking. “Yeah?” I exhale sharply. “Blame it on the G.” I wave a lazy hand between us, trying to smooth over whatever that was. It was the high, that’s all. Didn’t mean anything. Right? Cole just watches me, head tilted, like he doesn’t quite believe me. And maybe I don’t believe myself, either. I need to shift the energy. Fast. So, before I can second-guess it, I let out, “Fuck it. Let’s smoke.” Cole straightens slightly, interest sparking in his hazy green eyes. “Yeah?” I nod, already reaching into my pocket, fingers brushing the familiar weight of glass and baggie. “Yeah. But listen up first.” I try to sit up, but the G still has me melting into the couch, body slow, thoughts even slower. Still, I do my best. “This shit isn’t a game.” My voice comes out heavier than I intend, slurred around the edges but still firm. “You do it once, you’ll wanna do it again. Maybe not right away, but it’ll be in the back of your head. And when it’s in your head, it stays there.” Cole just nods, like he’s absorbing every word. I let out a slow breath, pushing past the warmth of the G curling in my gut. My hand dips into my pocket, pulling out the pipe and a bag of crystal. “First rule,” I say, shaking the bag slightly, watching the tiny shards catch the dim light. “You don’t call it meth. That’s a dirty word.” Cole raises a brow but doesn’t argue. “Crystal is fine. Or Tina. But mostly just T.” He nods again. “T.” I tap out a small amount, carefully loading the bowl, hands steady from muscle memory alone. The whole time, I can feel Cole’s eyes on me, watching, absorbing, taking in every little movement like he wants to learn it all. And maybe it’s just the drugs, but swear to god, he’s getting more attractive by the minute. I push that thought away, focus on what’s in front of me. The packed pipe. I glance up at Cole, meeting his gaze. “Last chance to back out.” Cole shakes his head, slow but deliberate. “I’m not backing out.” His voice is steady, not a hint of hesitation. He knows what he’s doing. Or at least, he thinks he does. “Alright,” I mutter, reaching for my backpack. I unzip the side pocket and pull out my torch, flicking the cap open with my thumb. The blue flame shoots to life, steady and hot. “Pay attention,” I tell him, rolling my shoulders, settling in. “You don’t just light it like a blunt. You gotta heat it slow, let it melt down before you pull. And you never hold it in—this isn’t weed. You blow it out right away.” Cole nods, eyes locked on the pipe in my hand. He looks like a kid in class, laser-focused, taking mental notes. It almost makes me laugh. Almost. I adjust my grip, rolling the pipe between my fingers, making sure the crystal is spread evenly in the bowl. Then I bring the torch up, the flame licking under the glass. The crystals start to sweat, then liquefy, pooling at the bottom before swirling into thick, white vapor. I keep the movement slow, rotating the pipe so it doesn’t burn too hot in one spot. “See that?” I glance at Cole. “That’s what you want. Not too much heat, not too little. Just enough.” He doesn’t blink. “Got it.” I smirk, then bring the mouthpiece to my lips, pulling in a deep, steady drag. The smoke fills my lungs instantly, a sharp warmth spreading through my chest. I don’t hold it—I don’t need to. I part my lips and exhale, blowing a thick cloud straight up to the ceiling. The rush hits fast, that familiar electric clarity slicing through the G’s haze. My pulse kicks up, my skin tingles, my brain sharpens like a knife. I close my eyes for half a second, letting it settle, then look back at Cole. “Your turn.” I hold out the pipe, the bowl still cloudy with vapor. “Let’s see if you were actually paying attention.” Cole takes the pipe, holding it carefully, but instead of going for the torch, he looks at me. “You light it for me.” I pause, fingers tightening slightly around the torch. There’s something about it—something I can’t put my finger on, something that feels… personal. Too personal. Anyone who knows this shit knows it’s an unspoken thing, a quiet kind of intimacy. And suddenly, I remember what Cole said before—about pnp, about the way fags do it. And I gotta admit—they got that part right. It’s hot. In a way that makes no damn sense. A slow burn, a flicker of heat curling low in my stomach. A weird kind of trust. I don’t get it, not really, but I feel it. And yet, I do it anyway. “Alright,” I murmur, voice lower than I meant for it to be. I tilt the pipe in his hand, angling the bowl just right. “I’ll tell you when.” Cole nods, lips parting slightly, eyes flicking between the pipe and my face. I hold his gaze as I bring the flame to the glass, warming it slow, just like I did for myself. The crystals liquefy, then swirl into vapor, thick and milky. “Now,” Cole inhales, his green eyes locked onto mine. His lips close around the mouthpiece, cheeks hollowing slightly as he pulls, the vapor disappearing into his lungs. I watch the way his throat moves, the way his eyelashes flutter for half a second before he exhales, a smooth cloud spilling past his lips. It’s a good hit. Clean and controlled. Thought it wasn’t possible for my cock to throb any harder, but I was proven wrong again. I clear my throat, shifting back slightly. “Not bad.” Cole tilts his head, exhaling the last of the smoke. “Told you I was paying attention.” I huff out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” But the warmth is still there. That weird, lingering heat in my gut. I ignore it. I take the pipe back from him, flicking the torch on again. “One more.” Cole just smirks. “Whatever you say, dealer.” An hour slips by, the minutes blurring into smoke and warmth. Every time, I light the pipe for Cole, watching as he inhales, his lips parting slightly, his eyes hooded as he exhales. He’s a fast learner—too fast. Takes to it like he was made for this. I should stop him. Should’ve stopped after the first hit. But I don’t. Eventually, I glance at my phone, noting the time. Been two hours since I first stepped through the door. I lean back into the couch, stretching, feeling the way my muscles buzz under my skin. “Moses is taking his sweet time,” I mutter. “What’s he even out doing?” Cole hums, his head tilted against the couch, gaze flicking toward me. He hesitates just a second before saying, “He’s staying at his girl’s place tonight.” I pause mid-motion, giving him a look. “What?” Cole shrugs, lazy. “Won’t be back until tomorrow.” Something clicks into place in my head. I stare at him for a long second, then let out a dry, amused scoff. “You little shit.” Cole smirks, eyes glinting. “What?” “You played me.” I shake my head, exhaling a laugh. “You knew he wasn’t coming back tonight. You set this whole thing up.” He doesn’t even bother denying it. Just shrugs again, looking way too pleased with himself. “You wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.” I let out another sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.” But, lowkey? I’m impressed. Cole’s always been the quiet, follow-the-rules type. The preppy golden boy, the one who didn’t pull this kind of shit. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Turns out, he’s got more in him than I gave him credit for. I drag a hand down my face, still smirking. “So what, you planned all this just to get high with me?” Cole tilts his head, lips curling at the edges. “Would you have come if I told you the truth?” I don’t answer. Because we both already know. I lean my head back, letting the high settle deeper into my bones before glancing over at Cole. “How you feeling?” He exhales slowly, a small, lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Great.” His voice is smooth, relaxed. “Didn’t really feel the G much, though.” I raise a brow. “Yeah?” He nods. “I mean, it was nice, but it didn’t hit me like it hit you.” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. “You wanna do more?” I consider it for a second. I am feeling good—buzzing, floating, perfect—and nobody’s coming home until tomorrow. There’s nothing stopping me. I shrug. “Fuck it.” I grab the vial from the table, rolling it between my fingers before twisting the cap off. Cole watches as I measure out two doses into my own cup, then pour a single one into his. I go to hand him the cup, but he doesn’t take it right away. Instead, he looks at me, eyes sharp despite the haze. “Give me the same as you.” I hesitate. First-timers shouldn’t push it too far. That’s the rule. But I think back to how easily he took the first dose, how steady he was, how he never wavered. Some people can just handle it well. Cole’s one of them. “Alright,” I murmur, pouring the extra into his cup, matching my own. “Your call.” I watch Cole as he downs the G, licking his lips absentmindedly before setting the cup down. He runs a hand through his hair, fingers raking through the strands before letting his arm drop over the couch, closer to mine now. “You really do this all the time?” I flick my eyes to him. “What, the G?” “All of it.” He gestures vaguely. “T, G, dealing, all of it.” I smirk. “You already knew the answer before you asked.” He tilts his head slightly. “Still wanted to hear you say it.” His smirk lingers, and he leans back just a little, stretching out, mirroring the way I’m sitting now. He’s comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. And he’s watching me like he’s waiting for something. I roll my tongue over my teeth, “You feeling it yet?” His smirk widens just slightly. “I think so.” Fucking cock won’t stop throbbing. I push past it, shifting forward, reaching for the pipe again. “Good. Then let’s keep it that way.” I exhale toward the ceiling, watching the cloud drift up, feeling the rush settle in my bones. Then I glance at Cole. I smirk, shaking my head, then pass him the pipe, torch still in hand. “Here.” Cole takes the pipe without hesitation, bringing it to his lips. I lean in, closer this time, and light it for him, watching as the vapor builds. “Now,” I murmur. He inhales, slow and deep, just like I showed him. The smoke disappears into his lungs, his green eyes flickering toward me as he holds the hit for half a second—long enough for me to reach for the pipe. But before I can grab it, Cole moves. His free hand shoots up, fingers tangling in the back of my hair, pulling me in, dragging my face toward his before I can even register what’s happening. Then his lips are on mine. And before I can even process that, he exhales—the hit rushing past my lips, into my lungs, filling me up, hotter than it should be. Shotgunning. An intimacy. A challenge. A fucking game. My whole body tenses, mind short-circuiting between the drugs and the heat of his mouth, his lips, the way he holds me there, fingers gripping my hair like he’s testing a boundary he already knows he’s breaking. The high kicks up, sharper, hotter, sending a pulse through my veins that makes me forget, for half a second, that I’m supposed to be in control here. I rip myself back, fast, like I’ve been burned. “The fuck was that?” My voice comes out sharp, cutting through the thick haze of smoke and G and whatever the fuck Cole thinks he’s doing. Cole leans back slightly, but he doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t even look surprised. If anything, he looks amused. “Relax.” His voice is smooth, too smooth. “Just having fun.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling. “That’s not—” I exhale hard, jaw tightening, forcing my pulse to slow the fuck down. “That’s not how this works.” Cole tilts his head, watching me, that lazy smirk still tugging at his lips. “No?” I shake my head, reaching for the pipe, more out of habit than anything else, just to have something in my hands. “You don’t pull that shit with me, Cole.” He shrugs, stretching out, looking too damn comfortable. “Seemed like you liked it.” Something in me snaps. Before I could react to what I was doing, my arm was already outstretched, hand wrapped around Cole’s throat, pinning him to the couch. I lean in close, lowering my voice, making sure he fucking hears me. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.” Cole’s smirk falters—just a fraction. But it’s enough. I let him go, trying to shake the weird, charged energy out of my system. I don’t know if it’s the G, the T, or the fact that Cole fucking made out with me like it was nothing, but I feel wired, too hot, too aware of everything. Cole watches me for a long moment, then exhales, like he’s letting it go. Then Cole shifts beside me, exhaling softly. “Alright,” he mutters. “Maybe I crossed a line.” “It’s a small town,” he says, voice quieter now. “Not a lot of options.” I frown. “Options?” His lips press together for a second, then he lets out a dry laugh. “Gays, Nico.” He finally looks at me. “There’s, like, five of us here. And they’re all…” He trails off, shaking his head. I raise a brow. “All what?” “Fem,” he says flatly. “Bottoms. Good friends, but not exactly great for, you know…” His hand gestures vaguely between us. “Experimenting.” I huff a small laugh, shaking my head. “Jesus. You really just said that.” Cole shrugs, unbothered. “It’s true.” Then he leans back against the couch, tipping his head to the side as he studies me. “I’ve got a type, and none of them fit.” I narrow my eyes. “And what’s your type, exactly?” He hums, dragging his fingers lazily over the rim of his empty cup, pretending to think. “Older. Built. Not soft.” His eyes flick over me, slow and deliberate. “Masculine. A little dangerous.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Subtle.” Cole just smirks, unashamed. “You asked.” “And it’s not just the looks, either. It’s the energy.” His fingers drum against his knee, gaze flicking to mine again. “That… intensity.” My jaw tenses. I look away, shifting in my seat. “Sounds complicated.” “It is,” he admits, then exhales through his nose, his smirk fading. “Not that it matters. It’s not like I’ve actually done anything.” That makes me pause. I glance at him again, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?” He shrugs. “I mean exactly that. I haven’t done anything.” I stare at him for a second. “Wait.” I shift toward him, eyes narrowing. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?” Cole huffs out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, Nico. I am.” I blink. Then bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “Couldn’t be me.” Cole rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit.” I smirk, leaning back again. “Damn. A virgin at eighteen?” “What, you lost it at, like, fourteen?” he shoots back, raising a brow. I shrug. “Fifteen.” Cole groans. “Of course you did.” I just grin, taking another hit, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips. “You’re really out here trying to experiment, huh?” He exhales dramatically. “You have no idea.” I shake my head, chuckling. “Poor thing.” “Fuck off.” But there’s no heat in his voice. Just that same lazy smirk, that same energy humming between us. Cole shifts, getting more comfortable on the couch, eyes flicking to me with something that’s both amused and too curious. “Tell me about straight sex.” I pause mid-inhale, pipe still between my fingers. I exhale a slow cloud of smoke, smirking. “What?” “You know,” Cole says, waving a lazy hand. “Fucking bitches.” That makes me actually laugh, the kind that shakes in my chest. “Jesus, Cole.” He grins, eyes flickering with amusement. “What?” “You saying it like that.” I shake my head. “You sound like a kid trying to prove something.” He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I have to know what all the hype is about. Why do you guys love it so much?” I huff a laugh, stretching my arms over the back of the couch. “You’ve never been with a girl, obviously.” Cole makes a face. “Nope.” “But you’ve seen straight porn.” He snorts. “Unfortunately.” Then, mocking, he adds, “Couldn’t be me.” That makes me laugh again, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So? Explain” I smirk, exhaling another slow breath of smoke. “It’s the way they react, man. The softness, the sounds. The way their bodies move. It’s like…” I trail off for a second, trying to find the right words. “It’s powerful. Controlling how they take it, how they moan, how they come apart under you.” Cole listens, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp even through the haze. “So it’s about dominance?” I smirk. “It’s about control.” Cole hums, gaze flicking over me, unreadable. Then he exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Couldn’t be me.” I chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.” Cole shifts again, pulling one leg up onto the couch, turning more toward me. “And you don’t ever think about it differently? Like, I dunno, being on the other side?” I raise a brow. “What, letting a girl take control?” “No.” He gives me a look. “I mean with a guy.” My jaw flexes slightly, but I keep my expression easy. “No.” Cole watches me for a second longer, then smirks like he knows something I don’t. “Interesting.” I shake my head, smirking right back. “You’re something else, you know that?” He grins, leaning back again. “I try.” I take another hit, letting it sit heavy in my lungs before I pass the pipe back to him. And as he takes it, fingers brushing mine, I can’t shake the feeling that this conversation isn’t over. Not even close. Cole takes the pipe, bringing it to his lips, waiting for me to light it. He’s steady, smooth, confident in a way that should make me stop and think. Should make me ask myself why the fuck I’m still here, still entertaining this, still letting it happen. But I don’t. I bring the torch up, flicking the flame on, watching the crystals liquefy and swirl into thick, white vapor. The moment it’s ready, I murmur, “Now.” Cole inhales, slow and deep, his green eyes flicking up to meet mine as he pulls. And fuck, I need my cock to stop this throbbing. With that, I break. I reach for him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, pressing my lips against his as I inhale his hit straight from him. His breath stutters for half a second before he exhales, feeding it into me, the smoke burning between us. But the second he tries to push deeper, the moment his fingers curl into my shirt, trying to pull me in—I shove him back. Hard. Cole stares at me, chest rising and falling, lips still parted, green eyes blown wide with surprise. “What the fuck?” I drag a hand down my face, breathing hard. “I can’t.” Cole’s brows pull together, and then—irritation. “The fuck you mean you can’t?” I shake my head, jaw tight. “Not like this.” Cole scoffs. “Not like what?” I glance away, exhaling hard through my nose. I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I know myself when I’m high like this. I know the way it takes me over—how my dominance turns razor-sharp, how I get aggressive, controlling. I know how I take, and that’s not something you throw at someone who’s never done this before. Not someone like Cole. He watches me for a long second, then shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. “You’re fucking teasing me.” I glance at him sharply. “That’s not what this is.” “Bullshit.” His jaw tightens, his fingers flexing against his knee. “You keep pulling me in just to push me away. What the fuck do you want?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. Cole tilts his head slightly, smirking—but it’s pissed now, not amused. “I get it.” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You think I can’t handle it.” I clench my jaw. “Cole—” “You still think I’m some kid.” I exhale sharply, fingers curling into fists. “It’s not that—” “Then what?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze. “See? You are a tease. Just like one of your bitches” I snap. I grab his jaw, tilting his head up, making him look at me. His lips part, his breath stutters, but he doesn’t pull away. Cole’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t pull back. If anything, the challenge in his eyes sharpens, his lips curling at the edges like he wants this reaction from me. Like he planned for it. His fingers flex against my wrist where I’ve got him by the throat, testing, feeling the way my grip tightens. But he doesn’t try to pry me off. He just looks at me. Green eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling. I lean in closer, my grip firm but controlled, voice dropping lower. “You really wanna test me, Cole?” His smirk wavers—just slightly—but he holds my gaze. “Maybe.” I exhale slow, shaking my head. “You think this is a fucking game?” Cole hums, the sound vibrating against my fingers. “Feels real to me.” Something deep in me twists at that, something dangerous. The high amplifies everything—the way his skin feels under my hand, the way his body shifts beneath me, the way his breathing picks up just slightly but he doesn’t look away. I slide my thumb over his jaw, pressing just enough to make him tilt his chin up for me. “You’ve got a smart mouth.” Cole exhales a slow, shaky breath. “So do something about it.” I snap. I crush my mouth against his, swallowing whatever smart-ass remark he was about to throw at me. Cole doesn’t hesitate. He leans into it, gasping softly against me before he fists my shirt in both hands, pulling me closer, pressing up into me like he’s been waiting for this all night. And fuck, maybe he has. I shove him back into the couch, my weight pressing into him, my hands gripping tight—his throat, his waist, his hip—feeling, claiming. He groans, the sound sharp, raw, like he’s never been handled like this before. Like he’s never wanted to be. And now he’s got me—high, reckless, dominant—right here, giving him exactly what he asked for. And I’m not stopping this time. Not until he knows exactly what it means to push me. I stand up slowly, rolling my shoulders like I’m shaking off the last bit of restraint. My jaw is tight, my eyes dark, my whole demeanor shifting into something heavier, something final. Cole watches from the couch, breath still uneven, lips still parted from the force of the last kiss. He doesn’t move yet, just waiting, watching. I exhales through my nose, running my tongue over my teeth before speaking. “Get up.” Cole blinks, his pupils still blown wide, his body still buzzing from the drugs, the tension, everything. “What?” I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. “You heard me. Get the fuck up.” Cole swallows, pushing himself up slowly, cautious, but not scared. Not hesitant. If anything, there’s something eager in the way he moves, like he’s been waiting for m to take control like this. I sit back down, reaching for the pipe, tapping out another hit. I don’t even look at Cole as I flick the torch on, heating the glass. “Strip.” The single word cuts through the thick air. Cole exhales sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides, his breath catching slightly like it finally hit him—this is happening. I exhales a thick cloud toward the ceiling before finally looking at Cole again. “I said strip, faggot.” I hear him whisper “fuck” under his breath. Like a small whimper. His fingers go to the hem of his shirt, gripping it, lifting it slowly—almost too slow. Testing. Watching my reaction. I exhale another stream of smoke, my eyes tracking every movement, every inch of skin revealed. Cole lets the shirt slip off, tossing it aside before moving to the button of his jeans. His fingers work the metal, the sound of the zipper cutting through the thick silence of the room. I take another hit, inhaling deep, letting the warmth crawl through my veins, amplifying everything. Cole pushes his jeans down his hips, stepping out of them. He’s standing there now, exposed, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching at his sides. But he’s not shy. He’s not covering himself. He’s waiting. I set the pipe down on the table and lean forward, elbows on my knees, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I look Cole up and down, taking my time with it. Not just a pretty face, but a pretty everything. His dick hung their uncut, freshly shaven, smooth until his legs, covered in carpet of hair. I looked up at him with a smirk and motioned for him to turn around. Now, I’ve seen a lot of ass in my day, but I’ll admit, there’s something about his. Perfectly round, smooth. Innocent. I tilt my head, smirking. “Now get over here.” Cole steps forward, closing the small space between us, his breath coming a little quicker now. He’s standing right in front of me, bare, exposed, but not nervous. Locking eyes with him, I reach down and tug at the bulge in my pants, gripping myself through the fabric. I was rock hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “Get on your knees.” Cole lowers himself. When he settled onto his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those blown-out green eyes, lips parted, chest still rising and falling— “Fuck, you look good like that.” I let out greedily “Now take my cock out of these jeans,” I demanded. Cole didn’t hesitate. His hands moved immediately to my bulge, one palm pressing firmly against it, his fingers curling to squeeze. A small smirk ghosted across his lips as he felt the weight of me through the denim. Then, with steady hands, he reached for my zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. I lifted my hips slightly, helping him as he tugged my jeans down past my thighs. The moment they pooled around my ankles, my cock sprang free—thick, uncut, and standing proud, a full nine inches of me throbbing in the open air. My dark pubes framed it, a stark contrast against my skin. Cole’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, a mix of hunger and awe flashing across his face. He licked his lips unconsciously, his gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted. “Go ahead faggot, taste it” Cole’s breath shuddered as he exhaled, his lips parting, so close I could feel the warmth ghosting over my skin. His fingers tightened instinctively around my shaft, stroking slowly, teasingly, as if testing my patience. I smirked, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping just enough to make him gasp. “Did you not hear me? Put that mouth to work.” My voice was low, firm, an order he had no intention of disobeying. With a slow motion he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock. A soft groan rumbled in my chest as I watched him, savoring the way his lips stretched over me, the warmth of his mouth enveloping the tip. “Good faggot,” I murmured, tightening my grip in his hair as I guided him lower. Cole moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue swirled, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot, his movements both eager and controlled. His hands braced against my thighs as he took me deeper, inch by inch, his throat relaxing as he pushed himself further. I let my head fall back against the couch, pleasure surging through me as he worked. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, the sinful noises slipping from his throat—it was intoxicating. “Fuck, just like that,” I praised, looking down at him. His eyes met mine, dark and needy, desperate to please. I gave him what he wanted, thrusting gently into his mouth, watching as his lips stretched wider, as his throat tensed around me. He took it, moaning as if he needed this as much as I did. His fingers dug into my thighs, urging me on, silently begging for more. And who was I to deny him? I tightened my grip in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force his eyes up to mine. His lips were already slick, parted, desperate for more. “You’re taking your time,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip before pressing against his tongue. He let me, obedient, his eyes dark with need. “I didn’t tell you to tease, did I?” He shook his head, my thumb still resting on his tongue, making him struggle to answer. “No, Sir,” he managed, voice hoarse, breathless. I smirked. “Then do it right.” Without hesitation, he parted his lips wider, taking me back into the heat of his mouth. This time, I didn’t let him set the pace. My hand in his hair held him still as I pushed deeper, his throat tightening around me as he tried to adjust. His fingers gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but he didn’t pull away. He knew better. “Relax,” I ordered, my other hand settling heavy on his jaw, guiding him. His lashes fluttered, a choked sound escaping him as I pressed deeper. When he finally opened up for me, his throat flexing, I groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it,” I praised, keeping my grip firm as I began to fuck his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. His moans vibrated around me, sending pleasure curling through my spine. I controlled every movement, every inch he took, every breath he struggled for. He let me. He wanted this—wanted to be used, to be owned. His hands trembled against my thighs, but he didn’t resist. He let me push, let me test his limits. My cock slid deeper, his throat tightening, and I held him there for a beat, watching the way his eyes watered, the way his body shuddered. “Look at you,” I murmured, thumb stroking his jaw as I pulled back, letting him gasp for air before pushing in again. “So desperate to please.” A needy whimper escaped him. I held him there for a moment longer, feeling the way his throat flexed around me, the way his breath hitched, his body shaking from the effort of keeping still. His fingers clenched against my thighs, his chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths. Then, finally, I eased back, my grip in his hair loosening as I pulled out of his mouth. A wet gasp tore from his throat as he sagged against me, his lips red and glistening, spit connecting us in thin strands that broke as he swallowed hard. I let my thumb trace the edge of his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet my gaze. His eyes were hazy, his pupils blown wide, his chest still heaving as he tried to steady himself. “Breathe,” I ordered, my tone softer now, but no less commanding. “Think you can handle more, boy?” His breath hitched, but his answer came immediately this time—steady, certain. “Yes, Sir.” I tilted his chin up higher, forcing him to hold my gaze. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear as I whispered my next command. “Stand up,” I ordered. He moved immediately, though his legs shook slightly as he rose. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fingers twitched at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for me, to cling to whatever I decided to give him. “Turn around,” I murmured. His lips parted slightly, his pupils still blown wide, but he obeyed without question. I let my eyes drag over him as he turned, taking in the way his body tensed under my gaze, the way he seemed to fight the urge to squirm. “Good boy,” I praised, letting my hand trail down his spine, slow and deliberate. I felt the shudder that rippled through him, the way he sucked in a breath as my palm ghosted lower. Then I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I gave my next command. “Bend over.” For a split second, he hesitated—just long enough for me to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back slightly. “You heard me.” My voice was low, firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Bend over.” A whimper slipped from his throat as he nodded, his body moving instinctively to obey. He braced himself against the nearest surface, his hands gripping the edge as he arched his back slightly, presenting himself exactly how I wanted him. I smirked, trailing my fingers down his spine again, feeling the way he shuddered under my touch. “Now that’s a sight,” I murmured, stepping back just enough to take him in fully. “So eager. So obedient.” I let my palm rest on his lower back, pressing down just enough to keep him in place. “But let’s see if you can stay that way.”

Spent another Sunday afternoon in Basement sauna Manchester. It was a wild time despite disappointments, and not as many loads as last time – 5 in my ass, 3 in my mouth – but I did get a bit experimental on this visit. First up, the disappointments: I had arranged to meet up with two guys, but they both flaked out on me. I can’t tell you any more about them here because that kind of story belongs in the Backroom, but since neither of them actually showed up, there’s not any story to tell… Moving on, some highlights… Mark: A sweet guy, mid 20s twinky kinda guy. Very sexy, probably too young for me but he hit on me and I used my body to draw him in. We went to a cubicle and kissed for ages with all sorts of body contact, with occasional bouts of chatting. I offered him to fuck me but he said he was safe only. No worries, how about I suck you? I’ve only recently got back into my deep throat skills, and I gotta say, his cock was beautiful, firm, long shaft, and eight inches – perfect for me to practice and hone skills, and hopefully for us to both enjoy what I’m giving. Within a few minutes I had his hands on the back of my head, offering him the skullfuck. He was tentative at first, but started to thrust firmer, shooting big drips of precum down my throat as he did so. Then, at a natural pause, I offered something that I’ve never done before. I told him I wanted to hang my head off the edge of the fuck bench so that he could fuck my throat. I said I didn’t know if I could do it, or for how long, and if I had to stop, we could carry on just doing what we’d been doing. Said he was fine with that as he was loving that anyway. So with my fingers crossed, I hanged my head off the edge of the mat/fuck bench and let him plough my throat. Again he was tentative at first, but then I felt his hand firmly pressing against the top of my throat, pushing down and starting to thrust. I got so excited I forgot to focus and gagged but he didn’t stop. To suppress the gag I reached up, grabbed his ass and thrust him deep into me so I could swallow that cock fully. Lean into the gag and it will pass. It did. Released my grip on him, and the hands went back to my throat for a good hard throat fuck. He fucked harder and harder until he shot his load deep down my throat and kept fucking for a bit. I was hovering on the edge of a gag again with a throat full of cum, but I managed to control it. Eventually he pulled out of me, leaned down for a big deep kiss and I was able to swallow his cum down into me. Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t really speak at first, but I was so fucking happy I achieved this! And so, I think, was he. The whole thing lasted about five or ten minutes max, but I really felt I achieved something brand new here. And I’m still flying about it. I hope I get the opportunity to do that again soon! *** Rimming and Felching: I had promised myself on this visit that I would find a way to go deeper into my new-found love of rimming (despite being a total btm), to find at least three asses to rim, and hopefully felch some cum out of. The first ass I rimmed was Mark, the twinky guy above, after he had throat fucked me. It was the most perfect shape, and tasted great. Tried to give him a good tongue fucking despite my inexperience. Next up was a guy in a sling taking loads. He was actually the boyfriend of the Toymaster from a previous story of mine. I asked if he had any loads inside, and when he said yes, asked if I could have a taste. Got down on my knees and gave him the best rimjob I could muster with my few skills. Mostly I got my tongue deep enough inside to taste the cum. That was fantastic. Third guy was in one of the dark rooms. We were both getting fucked on one of the round tables, and as we were facing each other, we started to kiss, gripping each other’s hands and arms to connect. Then, strangely, he lifted his hand up to my face and put his fingers in my mouth. I licked and swallowed them eagerly. Then he put his hand over my nose and mouth to squeeze them tight. This was an unexpected surprise – a bottom who likes to breath control other bottoms. Wow! Of course I leaned into this and submitted fully. Anyway, we were both covered in sweat by the time our respective guys had finished with us. We were about twenty minutes like this I’d guess. On my fuck during this, see below. A bit tranced out from the fuck and the breath control, I walked round the table, grabbed the bottom’s ass and plunged my tongue deep into his freshly fucked hole. Wanted to tongue fuck him deep, almost as a thank you for the breath control, and worked that hole until I started to taste the cum. Swallowed a bit down. I could tell he wanted me to fuck him, but later, once we’d both left the dark room, we connected and figured we were both pure bottoms. Didn’t stop me asking him to bend over in the corridor so I could have another taste! *** The Hidden Cumshot: While guy #3 above was happening, I was getting fucked by an older guy (I think – it was quite dark), and somewhere between the bottom guy breath controlling me and the rhythm of my top’s fuck I glided into a real nice trance. The rhythm was slow and deep, like a rower, and he didn’t stop for about 20 minutes. All good. At the end, I thought I felt something happening inside me, but he gave no sign whatsoever of any sighs, moans or howls of ejaculation. But I kinda sensed something happen… and an unmistakeable wave of jizzjoy. The trance meant I couldn’t exactly find my words. I wanted to ask ‘did you cum in me?’ but the words were blurry. I probably sounded high, which in many ways I was. He just tapped me on the shoulder, said thanks, and left. Well, I got on with rimming guy #3 and then left the darkroom. Ran almost straight into two guys in harnesses who’d obviously just arrived. Got chatting, and of course I offered them both my ass for a warm-up. One of them rimmed me before fucking me, and said ‘mmmm, fresh cum in there, lovely’. So yes that guy had cum in me. I need to trust my senses and my jizzjoy more. A hidden cumshot, nicely stealthed into me without a word, or breath, or even a sigh. Clever man. *** ‘444’ Guy: Now, this happened right at the end, and was a total surprise. Throughout my visit, there was this unbelievably sexy guy, lithe with just the right amount of muscle, perfect golden skin of (I assume?) a biracial guy, and the numbers ‘444’ tattooed in small type on his chest. I don’t know what this means. Anyway, there’s a certain type of guy in saunas who, when confronted with the actions of an uninhibited sauna slut like me, just looks on in judgement and disgust. Won’t even speak to me. Just stay away. I thought this was him, but it turns out I got him all wrong. And I’m so pleased I did. As the sauna started to empty out a bit by 5pm, he and I were among the twenty or so guys remaining in the cruising area. And I got the subtle sense that the sidelong glances he’d been giving me all day were not judgemental looks, but that in a very quiet kind of way, he was cruising me. And that he had in his circumspect, subtle, and – as now I began to see, or hope – with his firm-of-purpose discerning gaze, he’d been cruising me all afternoon. I actually needed to leave the sauna at this point in time for my train, but I couldn’t let this go. There would be another train. I decided to lean in and respond to his cruising. He did not look away. I walked into another area: he followed and sat down, gazing firmly, then got up and walked into the cubicle area. I followed, and he quickly grabbed my hand and led me into a cubicle. Once inside, everything changed. He took a firm hand on me as I climbed inside, ensuring that I remained on my knees as he stood over me. Wordlessly fixed me with that same gaze, took my head in his hands, opened my mouth with his fingers and glided his cock in one single movement from my lips to the back of my throat. He’d been watching me in action, and clearly knew what I was capable of. We went from zero to skullfuck in under twenty seconds. He pulls out and regularly bends down to kiss me, then whispers “are you gonna be a good little slut for me?” My heart leaps: “Yes, Sir” The truth has been established and I love it. Some more skullfucking and body worship, then he pushes me backwards onto the floor, firmly takes my legs and puts them on my shoulders and glides into fuck me. It’s like a dance where he is the leader. He dominates, but it is all action, intention and gaze. Few words, and those that are spoken are quiet, and all the more masterful for it. It’s amazing. The fuck is firm, hard and with the same rhythm of the skullfuck. He glides, but pushes deep into me and the top of each thrust, never taking his eyes of my face. Brings my feet around to kiss them at one point – I feel his cock stiffen inside me – but never looks away. “Mmm, that’s a good pussy you got.” Again, my heart leaps. I accept feminisation as part of submission during sex if it’s done well. And he does it so well. If you call my hole a pussy or a cunt, if you call me girl or baby girl, I will call you Sir as much as if you’d called me boy or fag. “Thank you Sir” He spins me round into doggy position and mounts me, pushing deeper inside than before. Here he starts to get more verbal, as his excitement starts to rise into a crescendo. “You like my cock in your pussy?” “Yes Sir, do you like my pussy, Sir?” “Mmm, baby, yeah” The fuck continues in this same firm, gliding rhythm with a hard push at the top of each thrust, sometimes pulling right out to glide back in and really let me enjoy the full extent and flavour of his shaft and movement into me. Then suddenly… “Want me to come in your pussy, baby? Want me to cum?” “Yes Sir, YES SIR” “Beg for it baby” And of course I do, begging Sir for his cum in my pussy, oh baby yeah, please Sir please Sir, my voice getting higher in part from the fuck thrill, and in part from this deep urge to please his every need, to sound like the babygirl he needs to breed. When it comes, his cumshot inside me is MASSIVE, and he pumps it into me with energy and intention, folds over my back as words pour out of me: thank you thank you thank you Sir. I am beyond thrilled. (Sixteen hours later his cum is still inside me. I need to fully absorb this man's essence into me. I need his DNA inside me forever) Once he pulls out, I offer to do something I don’t often do: “Can I clean your cock please Sir?” He agrees, and once again, his still-hard cock glides into my mouth and straight down my throat, but this time the intention is that I clean him up. I taste cum at the back of my throat as the wave of jizzjoy starts to hit. Again. With the cleaning done, he’s about to leave, but I get down on all fours and kiss his feet. He lifts each one up so I can lick the soles, then places one on my face and presses me to the floor. I am right where I belong: ass full of cum, ass and mouth freshly fucked, under his feet. He now moves to leave. Once again I say “Thank you Sir”, and I vow to myself to remain on my knees as he makes his exit. I will not stand before this man. He gives me a look of deep approval – wordlessly – and leaves. I am beyond thrilled, and spend a bit of time in the cubicle on my own, jacking off and enjoying the intense jizzjoy. Then it’s time for me to leave the sauna. I should’ve gone half an hour ago. As I walk through the café area, I see him sitting with his feet up. As I pass, I get down to kiss both of his feet in public view, and again “Thank you Sir”. He smiles a big beaming smile. I’ve served him well. We’re both happy.

been thinking about my raw cock sliding against the unprotected walls of a good bottom so much today

That night I laid in my dorm bed, with tears in my eyes, thinking about how in the last 48 hours I had completely destroyed my life. My new roommate, who I had just met for the first time that afternoon, was snoring in his bed on the other side of the room. I was conflicted with myself, angry at myself, for letting myself fall so far down this rabbit hole. What made it worse was I didn’t try and stop any of it. On the same token I was thinking to myself how much I loved Adrian’s cock plowing my hole and breeding me with his poz cum, even though I never should have allowed it. I rubbed the covering of my new tattoo, thinking about how I was now permanently marked. I prayed that nobody knew what it really meant. I decided that I would have to try and salvage my life. I would have to live a double life, one where I was the typical college guy, and the other where I lived to keep Adrian happy. I knew god forbid if I upset him, whatever he would do to punish me would probably ruin my life. I knew I just had to accept it and try and keep it secret. I also knew I would be unable to live without that big black cock after he had turned me into his “faggot”. I cringed at the thought of being called that word. 48 hours ago I never dreamed of a cock in my ass, now I was laying in my dorm bed, next to my new roommate, with a black mans poz cum marinating in my ass and my own cock locked in some fucking plastic tube. The rest of the day after leaving the tattoo shop with Adrian was a blur. We started driving toward campus, me sitting in the passenger seat not saying a word, with that fat fucking tattoo artists cum leaking out of my ass. I was pissed at Adrian for letting that dude fuck me, but I knew it was no use trying to confront him about it. Adrian must have sensed I was upset with him, because after a few minutes in silence he started to rub my thigh over the center counsel. “I know your pissed at me baby boy. You gotta remember who owns that ass now. The minute you let my black python in that tight pussy it was mine. I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want with that pussy. That clear?” I gulped. “Yes sir”. We pulled up to the dorms, and it was chaos with people walking around everywhere moving into the dorms. Adrian parked the Jeep, and I tried to tell him he could just drop me off. “Oh hell no baby boy. You think Daddy is just gonna drop his baby boy off at college and not check out the new digs and help him get settled? Fuck no I’m helping you move in”. Adrian must have sensed I was uptight about this, knowing that my life would be over if anybody found out I was just turned out and fucked by this big black dude, because as he turned off the car he leaned over and put his hand up to my chin. He pulled me close to him, softly. He looked me in the eye, with a hint of compassion, and told me he wouldn’t out me in front of my friends, and then pulled me in for a kiss. As he pulled away, he snickered “not yet anyway”, and got out of the car. I had a glimpse of hope that Adrian seemed to have some compassion in his body. We made it up to my room, and my roommate, Ethan, clearly had not arrived yet as his side was still bare. Ethan was a randomly assigned roommate, and I had only talked to him over social media up until this point. All of my friends had decided to get an apartment off campus, but my parents refused to help me pay the rent live with them, so I was stuck in the dorms for another year. We had kind of drifted apart over the summer, and I had not talked to them for awhile. From what I knew about Ethan, he was a hockey boy from the Minnesota, but seemed pretty cool. Adrian helped me unpack my things and put them away. A few of my neighbors stopped by to introduce themselves, and Adrian just put on a bro attitude and said he was a family friend who had come to help me move in. I thanked god that nobody seemed to question it, even though Adrian kept fondling my ass whenever he had the chance. Everytime he did this, my body went stiff with panic, knowing that somebody might see. Adrian loved fucking with me like this, and laughed every time he did it. Adrian went through all of my clothes, throwing away anything he decided wasn’t sexy or revealing enough. He also took all of my underwear and tossed them in the garbage bag (which he took with him when he left so I wouldn’t dig them out), saying that fag boys don’t wear boxer briefs and he would be getting me some proper fag boy undies. My face burned red with embarrassment. After I was all settled in, Ethan still had not arrived. By now it was early afternoon, and Adrian said he was about to take off, but we had one more thing to do before he left. He closed the door and locked it, before walking over to me and pulling me into him tightly. I could feel his big bulge rubbing against my crotch. He slid his hands around my waist, and down the back of my shorts, cupping my ass cheeks. “Daddy’s gonna breed this college pussy before he goes. Hanging around all these college boys all afternoon has made me fucking horny.” I went into sheer panic. There was no fucking way. He couldn’t fuck me here. We would for sure get caught. What if Ethan walked in while he was fucking me? My life would be over. “Daddy you…we can’t fuck here…what if we get caught? Please!”. “That just makes me fucking hornier. Fucking rush of getting caught makes me wanna breed you even more fag boy. The longer you stall the longer this takes and the more chance we have of your whole dorm finding out you like black cock in your ass”. With that, his hands pushed my shorts down to my ankles, his hands never leaving my ass cheeks. My heart was racing a thousand miles a minute. This can’t be fucking happening, I thought to myself. But I knew that Adrian would take what he wants, and there was no chance trying to change his mind, so I better just get this over with. He pushed me over to the bare mattress that Ethan would have when he arrived. He pushed me up onto the bed on all fours, with my ass hanging over the side. I felt him move behind me, and I looked back to see his shorts drop to his ankles. We both were naked from the waist down. Adrian spit on his cock, and I felt him line it up against my hole, before he slowly sunk into my ass balls deep. I was thankful that the tattoo artist’s cum was still in my ass for lube. “Oh this tight fucking pussy is so fucking awesome baby boy. Oh fuck yeah”. He started jack hammering my hole, with only the sound of his balls slapping my ass filling the room. I prayed nobody would hear, but at the same time with that black cock in my ass I quickly found myself back in heaven. I was whimpering like a bitch in heat, trying to be quiet so nobody would hear. I put a pillow over my face to drown out the moans. I thought about that I was in this same situation my in my dorm last year, but then it was my girlfriend trying not to moan as I fucked her. Now I was the one being railed. At this point I didn’t fucking care who heard, or if Ethan even walked in and caught us. I just needed Daddy’s dick. My own cock was trying to get hard, but couldn’t in the confines of its cage. “What do you think those neighbor boys would think of they knew my big black cock was up your pussy right now? Hmm? You think they know you’re a faggot? You think they know I took this white ass and made into my pussy? Hmm? Fuck this ass is so fucking good. Fuuccckkk. I can’t wait to put another load of poz babies up your pussy. I wonder if your new friends know you will be walking around with my poz babies leaking out”. Adrian was talking to me in low tones, almost in a whisper, so only we could hear. All I could do was moan into the pillow as he kept ramming my ass with his black hammer. His thrusting became irregular before I felt his body tense up. I felt my ass get warmer as his black cock spurtted another poz load up my ass. He pulled out, and the load, mixed with the other load in my ass, dripped down the back of my ball sack and onto the bed. Adrian told me to “stay the fuck there” as he pulled up his shorts and walked over to a small bag he had brought in earlier. Now that the fuck was over, I again was on edge knowing that we could be caught any minute. Adrian came back and felt him push something against my ass. “Daddy bought you a plug for you to keep those poz loads up your pussy so you can let them marinate and knock you up”. I felt the plug slid into my ass and pop around the flared end. The plug wasn’t overly large, just enough to feel full and not forget it was there. “Keep this plug in until bed time, got that faggot?” I shook my head yes. He spanked my ass and told me I better get up before my roommate caught me with my pants down. Not even 10 minutes later, Ethan showed up. Too fucking close to getting caught, but I was happy I got Daddy’s cock before he left. I was still nervous about being bred with his poz cum, but I put that out of my mind as Ethan carried his stuff in. Adrian introduced himself and then took off, taking the garbage bag of my underwear and clothes he didn’t like with him, winking at me as he closed the door. Me and Ethan hit it off. We get along pretty well, and he seemed like we could be friends. He’s about 6’1”, muscular from playing hockey, and a full head brown hair cut into a high fade, with longer locks on top. He was your typical bro, and seemed straight as they come. I found out he was a freshman, and he was happy to be out of the house, as his parents were strict conservatives. He told me he couldn’t wait to hit up the college parties and score some pussy. I told him that I just got dumped by my girlfriend, and I played along that I was on the hunt for more pussy too, trying to convince myself at the same time I didn’t need Daddy’s cock. He high fived me, and then noticed my new tattoo. I told him I just thought it looked cool, praying he would not figure out what it really meant. Little did he know it meant I was turned into a black cock faggot and that my ass was plugged with a load of poz cum. I decided he could never find out my secret. I needed a friend who I could act normal with. That night, as I got ready for bed, I got a text from Daddy. I laid on my bed and read it, my heart racing. “How’s baby boy’s first night? Here’s how this shit is gonna go. You check in every morning. You send a picture of what you’re wearing that day, if I approve I will let you know. If I don’t think its what my fag boy should be wearing you will change. Text me your class schedule. I wanna know when you’re free. Daddy’s gonna find you more cock for you to practice on this week. Don’t worry, they won’t be fucking you, not yet anyway. I wanna keep that pussy tight until Daddy gets a positive pregnancy test. If you get sick this week, we will call it morning sickness, let me know. Plan to spend all next weekend with me. I will pick you up after class Friday. You will also check in with me every night before bed. That clear bitch?”. I gulped and my heart raced. My hands trembled as I just typed back “yes sir”. What the fuck did he mean by morning sickness? Further down the rabbit hole I go.

Just a quick update. Some of the advice really worked out. Dry spell with boyfriend is officially over!

First time I went to a sex club was in the late 80s. I got fucked by 4 men in a maze of corridors. I was glad that they did as that's what I wanted. However when I left the maze there was a hot man with a swimmer's build, hairy chest and a treasure trail towards his thick wad of black pubes. His soft uncut cock was at least 7" long and thick. He saw me enter the maze and was waiting for me to come out and take me to a private cabin. When he was teasing my hole with the head of his 10" cock he asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom. I said no. We were in that cabin till closing time. He dumped 2 loads in my hole then took me back to his house and dumped in 2 more

John’s Interlude, Part 3 As Snake and John pull their clothes on Snake says, “Should we finish the ride back to your campsite?” John says, “I’ll walk. I need to clear my head this morning.” Snake says, “Don’t let sex get to you. You’re having fun. Thinking about it too much can really fuck with good sex.” Snake smiles. John starts to walk away in the direction of his campsite. Snake watches as he goes - this sexy masculine bottom with his nice ass, moving under the shorts which barely cover his ample ass. Snake moans softly, “Fuuccckkkkk.” Meanwhile, John is already thinking……… “Where was I all night?” That’s what my friends will want to know. Well, fuck that. It’s my business. Besides they ran a train on my ass last night in public. It’s not like they have any right to judge me or get protective now. John’s internal dialogue is merciless this morning. “If only I hadn’t let the German fuck me, I wouldn’t be in this mess.” “I could still be respected by my friends as a top if I’d only not gotten so horny.” “Why did I drop to my knees and suck off all my friends and then ask them to fuck me?” “Why did I let them all bareback my ass?” Now everyone at home will know that I give up my ass bareback. FUCK! And, “Where was I last night?” I was in the Southeast RV Park getting my ass railed all night by a couple of bears. There is something so sexy about how men want my body and want my ass. It feels so good to feel their hands on me, groping, feeling, pulling, exploring. It also feels so slutty to ask if they want to fuck me and see the light in their eyes knowing I’ll give them my ass. Then seeing the disappointment when the guys realized they didn’t have condoms. Fuck it was so hot to say, “Fuck man. I really want to get fucked. Do you want to slide in and see how it feels? Just a couple strokes? I really want to get fucked.” Then see the one bear’s face in complete surprise and the other in disbelief as I was offering them my masculine, beefy, muscled ass bareback. FUCKKKK! So hot. Then as the one guy lubed up and slid inside me, he said I was really wet. I said, “Dude I am so horny to get fucked.” This happens to me sometimes. In the dark of the RV, with the lights turned off, he didn’t notice that he was fucking a lot of other men’s cum into my ass. He said, “I haven’t fucked bareback in so long.” I said, “It feels really good.” The guy took about 20 strokes so slow I thought I was going to die from anticipation. Breathing hard, as if he was trying to control himself, he said, “You feel so good. Can I fuck you bareback a bit longer?” Feigning my status as a “safe sex bottom” (which is a fucking turn on), I said “I don’t know man. I don’t usually fuck bareback but this feels so good.” He said, “It feels really good for me too. I said, “If I let you keep going, you might cum in me.” With his bare cock still buried in my ass as we negotiated I said, “You feel good in me this way man. If you are about to cum, say so, ok?” “Wow, oh fuck,” he said as he started fucking me slowly again. I started sucking on his friend’s cock. At one point he said, “You feel so good.” I came off the other cock and said, “Your cock feels amazing. Keep going.” He starts fucking me again and I squeeze my ass on his cock. He moans. He says, “You feel so good. I might cum.” I squeeze down again as he strokes inside me. He groans and said, “Oh I’m close.” I keep sucking his friends cock. He pulls out and slides back in and once again I squeeze down on his cock. He says, “I’m going to cum.” I pull off and say, “Oh fuck. Don't stop fucking me.” It's like he realized in that moment that I would let him cum inside me bareback. He started fucking me faster. He was no longer careful about not cumming in my ass. He grabbed my hips and grunted and blew his load inside me. His friend fucked me bareback too. He lasted a shorter time but came in me as his friend watched. Then we went for a second round and I took 2 more loads off them. Then I rode one of them while he smoked a cigarette sitting outside. He came in me again. It was so hot. Before I left this morning, the guys asked if I wanted to use a new enema they had. It was still in the package, so I used it to clean out. My ass was the only part of me clean when I heard Snake call out to me this morning. So……you assholes….that’s where I was; not that I’m telling you guys any of that. Nor am I telling you that the park worker that saw me getting railed yesterday bred me this morning. John smiles and thinks to himself…….Maybe if I grab my towel and toiletries, make my way to the shower, and clean up; I’ll find more dick in the showers this morning.

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Chapter 4: Home visit Paul and I go home. I walk in, slamming the door: "What the fuck was that??" "What do you mean?" "All those weird people, Father John who looks like the head of a cult and invites himself to our house, you, who gets your brain washed with a smile, and I saw that your dick got hard." Paul turns red, he's embarrassed to talk about certain things. Growing up in a Catholic family fucks with your brain. "What are you saying, is it weird if a priest wants to help two kids who just arrived in a new city? And anyway, yes, I really like Father John. He ... understands me" I shake my head in disbelief and leave. "I have to go for a walk." I walk through the streets of the city, I don't know where I'm going. I think of Father John, of his lascivious smile while he touches and massages my boyfriend's bicep....Paul, who looks at him dreamily....what the fuck is going on? I walk into the first bar I come across, I need a drink. I sit at the counter, I grab a beer. The bartender, skinny and weak, struggles to pour it. At a certain point, someone sits down next to me. "You're new here, right?" I turn around, and I see a young man in his 30s, black hair with a few white streaks, blue eyes sunken into their sockets. Pale, like everyone else. Thin lips that show off his large, white teeth. "Is it that obvious?" I reply. He laughs, we both know what I mean. "Well, yeah. I'm Luka by the way. Nice to meet you." "I'm Mark. I don't think I saw you in church today." Luka pulls back, staring at me with a wild look: "I don't go to church. Not anymore. And you must not either." "Oh, you don't have to tell me. My boyfriend and I are Catholic, but he's really devout. Then today we met Father John. He's a nice guy, but he gives me the creeps." "Father John? Don't let him into your lives. Where's your boyfriend now?" "At home....Father John was coming by later..." Luka lowers his voice, and with a firm and decisive tone he says: "We have to go. Now." We walk towards the house. We quicken our pace, even though I notice that Luka is struggling to keep up with me. We arrive. I see that the light in the living room is off. The door is locked. Strange, I remember I had left it open. I think maybe Paul went out. I'm about to go look for him, maybe in church, when I hear moans coming from inside the house. Luka and I look at each other, my heart is beating fast with anxiety and anger. I walk around the house, I see a light in the bedroom. Luka says, "Too late. Mark, don't look, please." The moans are getting closer and more insistent, they are becoming screams, joined by deeper sighs. My eyes are covered in tears, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I look out the window: Father John, wearing only his black shirt, fucking my Paul, completely naked, in our bed. Father John towers over Paul, who strangely seems so small. I can only see the priest's muscular thighs, his skin glistening with sweat, pushing himself into my boyfriend with such force, like a starving man who hasn't eaten in months. Paul's face was one of Pure Ecstasy, like the statues of those saints pierced by arrows and tortured in various ways. Their suffering was so high that it reached God.

My father and I started having sex when I was 10 and I honestly loved it! After about 4 years he said we had to stop and it was devastating. Then when I turned 18, we finally started having sex together again and it's been amazing! We basically are just going with what comes natural and letting things happen.

Met a fit guy on the apps, he asked what I was into, I said I wanted to give or take a load, or both. We agreed to hook up at the beach, in the forest. I was early, so I was sitting out in the sun in rugby shorts, I saw him take the trail into the forest. When I got to the spot in the forest, he was already stripped out of his gym clothes, down to his underwear. I took off my singlet. And was just in rugby shorts and running shoes. He was fit and hot, I guess he had been messaging me from the gym. We had a bear hug. He was freshly showered. He took off his briefs and was totally naked. I stripped down to my briefs and running shoes. I got behind him and gave him another bear hug. He grabbed some lube and lubed up his hole and my cock. I pushed in slow and gave him a couple of long slow strokes, I could see what looked like cum on my cock. This made me horny as fuck. I wondered if he took a load in the gym locker room. We fucked for five minutes, he was bracing himself against a tree. He looked back at me and I said to him, I was going to cum. He was stroking his cock, I told him I wanted him to cum in me. I built up some speed and blew my cum in his ass. I held my cock in for a minute until I stopped pulsing. He got behind me and lubed up my hole, his cock was quite big and we had to try a couple of time to get in me. I bent over and put my hands on the ground, so he could get a good angle. He got it in, gave me a couple slow half thrusts and then pushed all the way in. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take it, because of his size, but let him build up some good speed and depth. It did not take him long and he busted his nut deep in me. We agreed that we should meet again one day after work.

Night time, sitting in car, listening to some tunes. *pops cap off* back loads* waits* then* bam flying Hugh Grab the Vaseline start strocking my cock swear it on my hole stick one 2 3 four fingers in and then grab 10 in dildo and pound my own hole as my cock is squirting. All this In a parking lot with black out shades on windows. People walking past not knowing what's going on. I shoot ropes of cum and had to gag myself. I slowly keep stroking as I hear some guys outside my black windows whisper, his window is part open I totally heard him shoot." The other 2 quickly walked into store. This 20 y.o. stood there. I gently say, wana join? As long as u are over 18. He stutters, I'm im 20. And opens the door to see me butt naked stroking my mean cock. He jumps in and is pantless in seconds. He has a 6 in uncut boy cock. On his 110 lbs 5 6 boy body. I had to check his id. He said no one Will fuck him cuz they think it's a set up. Thays why I was so eager to be naked. I said lean back son. He looks down as I suck his cock I grab a point already ready, he says , no I nn nn never done it. Im like wait and see son . He's a small prick . Annnnd. He is coughing then he tongues my mouth and begs, give me your cock. Pound me now. I say, Im poz and don't wear condoms. He said, I figured with your tat now poz my hole. Make it hurt. I slap the precum tip on his hole. . To be continued

Part 6: Plunging Deep into Depravity I let out a moan as I felt the still unseen Jordan behind me shove a few fingers into my ass, working another lump of frozen cum into my ass. Above me, Chris tucked his dick back into his leather jockstrap before taking a huge puff of his cigar and blowing it in my face. “Can you believe this cute fucker is one of my classmates?” he asked Jordan, slapping my face lightly as he expertly moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back, causing me to involuntarily open my mouth, before spitting a glob of cigar spit in my mouth. “It’s always the quiet preppy ones who turn into the biggest fucking whores, man,” Jordan replied, now working a third finger into me, really stretching my hole open, “And this prime piece of tight ass is a dream!” “Careful now,” Chris laughed, “Don't stretch him out too much or Uncle Mike will be pissed. He wants first dibs at destroying his ass.” “Don’t worry, “ Jordan replied, pulling his fingers out before shoving another cold slimy lump into my ass, “I won’t have my turn until the end. By then, he’ll be so fucked out and full of loads, my work should be fucking easy.” Turning my head slightly around, I looked at the man Jordan filling my ass with the frozen cum. He was overweight but still somewhat muscular and had a greying black mustache and bald head. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, and he was naked except for a metal chastity around his dick and a leather choker around his neck. I tried to rack my brain to figure out what he would be doing to my hole, but nothing really came to mind. Quickly I let it go, reminding myself I was going to just relax and let the night go wherever. I turned my attention back to Chris, who was now stepping back. Moving into his place was the Hispanic guy from earlier. “Can’t wait to right that cute ass there tonight,” he said, grabbing my head and bringing it down onto his quickly hardening uncut cock. I quickly understood what to do, and opened my mouth, taking him down my throat. Thankfully, Chris’ much larger cock had helped my gag reflex, and I was able to easily take him to the root. “Damn Chris, he really is a fucking talented cock sucker!” Pedro said loudly, before lighting up another Red. I took a slight look around and noticed quite a few guys standing around, each of them either playing with their dicks or with their neighbor’s. “Just don’t cum in mouth,” Chris said, smiling around the cigar as he blew another cloud at my direction, “Uncle Mike wants every first load he takes from a guy to go up his ass. He wants to make sure he gets pregnant tonight.” Leaning forward, Pedro shoved my head against his groin as he snaked a few fingers up my now slick hole. “Bitch feels nice and wet, must be in fucking heat,” he said with a chuckle, moving his fingers around and dragging his nails against the walls of my colon. After my ‘research’ online, I knew what he was doing was trying to rough up my hole, for me to as he said, get ‘pregnant.’ “Fucking can’t wait to help knock him the fuck up. Although with as many loads as this slut is gonna take, no telling who the daddy will be.” Many of them chuckled as well, and a few let out an appreciative moan of agreement. “Boys, I think you all need to feel how fucking warm and fertile this bitch’s hole is,” he said, pulling his finger out and wiping it on my hair. Suddenly, I felt another finger roughly shoved into my hole, as well as several hands on my body, grabbing my caged dick, playing with my balls, pinching my nipples. I let out a loud groan, as Pedro pulled his dick out of my mouth and a line of men began to line up behind him. Chris kneeled down next to me, looking me in the face before pulling the cigar out of his mouth and blowing a thick cloud of smoke in my face. “Think you should show your thanks to all these men and give their cocks a nice lick and kiss,” Chris said, grabbing my jaw and rubbing his thumb across my lips, “Taste each one and see what's going to be shooting a raw load up that hole of yours. Let these men feel around a little in your guts so they know where their loads are going to be.” I gave a small nod as he released my jaw, and watched as he stood up and made an announcement. “As I’m sure you men already know, Uncle Mike here is taking the first crack at this hole,” he said, gesturing at me with his half-smoked cigar, “However, everyone is welcome and encouraged to dump at least their first load into his guts. No loads refused. Feel free to give him a taste of what’s going to breed him, and feel free to poke a finger or two where your dick will be shooting tonight. This pig’s mouth will only be free to clean off your cock and drink your piss after fucking as we plan on making him a true smoke pig. Any questions?” Several men shook their heads, but otherwise, it was silent. “Have fun sampling the goods, guys,” Chris said, stepping back and leaning against the locker, putting the cigar back in his mouth and began slowly playing with his cock. Quickly, men started walking up and shaking their dicks in my face. Not wanting to disappoint any of them, I began to suck and lick each one, relishing the different textures, shapes, sizes, and even taste. At the same time, multiple men began to finger my hole, many taking a chance to graze my insides with the odd nail. A few also gave my caged dick a few tugs or roughly squeezed my balls. I soon lost count as each man would take his turn, and then disappear off into the club. After what felt like an hour, the crowd finally died off, leaving me slumped on the bench, dick straining in the cage, jaw aching, and my hole feeling sore and now dry, having had all the cum put in there earlier removed for the many fingers roughing it up. Finally, Mike walked back up, and smiling evily around the lit cigarette in his mouth. “How’d Pig Boy do?” Mike asked Chris, “Word is everyone is itching to drop a load in him. He worth the wait for them?” Chris just nodded and smiled for a moment before replying. “Fucker can suck cock like a champ, and everyone seemed to love sampling his hole,” he replied, “Sucked down every last drop of my piss and ate my load like a starving man. You were a good piggy, weren’t you boy?” Feeling just a little humiliated, I could only nod. “Good, time for him to get ready for the sling,” Mike replied, gesturing for us to get up and change locations. Obediently, I followed in silence, taking the half-smoked Red into my mouth that Mike put in it before drawing hard on it. We walked around the dimly lit halls for a few minutes as I took in the sites, only staring for a second at the men in various acts of sex in each of the places. I saw as many of them noticed us and began making comments I couldn’t hear, or pointing in my direction. A few of them followed us a ways back, making me think of them as vultures circling a dying animal. Finally, we made it into a large set of double doors. Mike took a key and unlocked them, and we walked into a large room with a sling in the center, as well as a few leather-clad benches around it. Chris left the doors open, and slowly men began to walk in. Mike set his bag down on one of the benches and began emptying it, before gestering at the sling. “Chris, get him loaded into the sling so we can get ready. Got to get his ass prepared.” Chris only nodded, taking a few puffs on his cigar before leading me over to the sling and began to help me get situated in it. I sat in silence as I watched him pull things out of the bag. A large butt plug, several cigars each larger than the last, a few boxes of Reds, and several extremely large pipes. Last, he pulled out a funnel, a metal dish, and large dull-tipped irrigation syringe. Turning around, he brought over the last items and set them on my stomach, effectively turning me into a makeshift table. “You ready to become the pig you always wanted, boy,” he asked, feeling my body as he spoke, “Turn into a true smoking bareback sex pig with no limits?” I nodded, unable to get myself to say the words. Suddenly, Mike squeezed my balls hard, causing me to let out a loud yelp. “Need to say the words, fucker,” he said after finally releasing my now throbbing balls, “I want to hear exactly what you want and what you came here for.” The growing crowd began to whisper excitedly as they watched the scene in front of them. “I…. I want to be a smoking bareback pig… with no limits…” I said softly. “And how are we gonna make sure that you never have any limits,” Mike asked, caressing my ass and balls gently, his tone of voice low and dangerously gruff. “By making me take every load in here while smoking,” I said, hoping I was saying exactly what he wanted. Mike gently tugged down on my balls, eliciting a deep moan from me. The men began to whisper even more excitedly, and a few began to tug on their quickly hardening cocks. “And what kind of loads would do that to you,” he asked, nearly growling with how low and deep his voice was, “What kind of loads do you want up that tight hole of yours tonight? Clean, safe loads? Because, Boy, that won’t turn you into the pig you want to be. So tell Daddy exactly what you want.” Finally realizing what it was he wanted me to say, I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It was time to finally jump off the proverbial cliff and dive head-first in. “I want you to poz my ass. I want you to let every man in here shoot his toxic load deep in my guts so I get pozzed tonight. I want you to keep me smoking all night so I become so addicted I have to smoke every time I take a dirty load in my hole. I want you to own my ass and covert me Daddy. Make me your poz son.” Letting go of my balls, Mike walked around me and leaned over, before kissing me deeply. Many of the men let out excited replies in agreement, saying things like ‘fuck up his hole’ and ‘give the bitch what he needs.’ Finally, he released my head and walked back to his bag, before pulling out dozens of used condoms, all of which looked freshly used, as well as a pair of scissors and a toothbrush. Slowly, he walked back over and began cutting the tips of the condoms and emptying them in the bowl. I no longer was able to focus on the men around me as I took in what Mike was doing. “Chris, get me and this pig smoking a few of the Boswells while I prep him,” he said, leaning his head slightly towards the bench. Chris only smiled and nodded as he walked over, grabbing the two largest pipes before walking back over to us. I silently took the pipe into my mouth, letting the bowl rest on my chest heavily. He then walked over and put the other in Mike’s mouth, before pulling out a lighter and letting Mike puff hard on the pipe. After about a minute, Chris flipped open the bottom of the lighter and began to tamp down the pipe before lighting it again for Mike. I watched in awe as Mike expertly did this, all the while opening each of the condoms and emptying them into the bowl, the loads each mixing together, quickly filling the bowl. Eventually, he finished emptying them and began to draw them up into the large syringe. Next, Chris walked over to me and began doing the same lighting. Following what I saw, I began puffing deeply on the pipe, feeling the smoke begin to pour down my throat with each deep draw as the pipe began to glow to life. Finally, the flame was removed, and the pipe tamped down before finally being lit once more. Satisfied that it was well lit, Chris walked away, tossing his now spent cigar on the ground, before also grabbing a huge pipe and lighting it. With the syringe now full, Mike slowly held it up for me to see, full of the countless loads from men I would never know, and never destined to be up my ass. I took a deep draw on the pipe, relishing how easily the smoke now filled my lungs before blasting it back out my nose, afraid to talk out of fear of dropping the pipe. “Good boy, Daddy loves his pigs to nose jet,” he said as he quickly inserted the syringe deep into my ass. Slowly I felt my insides begin to feel loose and slick, each condom load squirting deep inside me, slowly warming up. I could only sit back and puff on the pipe as I watched him repeat the process a few times, my ass feeling even more slick with each deposit. “Only lube you will be getting tonight, pig,” Mike said, puffing away expertly on the pipe, “And we need to give these loads a nice warm home to live in.” Several men nodded and shared their agreement before he continued, now having fully emptied the bowl deep in my hole. Giving me an evil grin, he held up the plain, simple-looking toothbrush. “You ready for it, boy,” he asked, rubbing it along the sides of my legs, “You want daddy to scrape your pig hole up so there’s no way you don’t get knocked up?” I nodded. Many of the men began to tell Mike to destroy my ass and make way for all the bugs that would be going in my hole. And as the toothbrush plunged deep in my ass, I could only deeply inhale on the pipe as I felt each of the bristles dug into the tender lining inside me, effectively locking in my fate.

***Hi there! This is my first attempt at writing a story here, plus English is not my first language, but I had this twisted story in my mind that I had to share! This first chapter is just setting, so please be patient since it isn't anything exciting YET! P.S. I am open to any kind of comments or suggestions, even bad ones, they could be all really useful in the future! Enjoy :)*** Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End We made it: we finally had a home of our own, rented, sure, but far enough from both our families to start a new life from scratch. Paul and I met in high school, neither of us had come out yet. He was very popular, good at sports, six feet tall, with big, sweet brown eyes, dark blond curly hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. Being a rugby player, he had that classic physique: massive, solid, huge arms and thighs, a round and perfect butt that protruded under any kind of pants. In a way, his cherubic face, white skin, and full lips clashed a bit with the macho rugby player physique, but this dissonance made him even more attractive in my eyes. Now, at 23, he hasn't changed much, which is why he proudly flaunts that light blond fuzz on his legs, armpits, and face, and what he calls a "beard" but is actually just a couple of mustache hairs and a few on his chin. He thinks it tones down the angelic features of his face and makes him look "tougher" on the field, yet it's precisely these features that are his strength, and will be his downfall. On the other hand, I am much more anonymous: slightly shorter than him, slim, I just go for runs with him early in the morning when I feel like it. My family is Italian, so I never had to pray for a beard to grow, since I was already shaving at 14. In the gay classification, I completely fit into the otter category, not that I boast about it, but Paul loves my Mediterranean colors, so I'm fine with it. We started dating when we were 16. Secretly, of course. Rumors about me being gay were already circulating, but I didn't understand the origin, since I didn't do anything to draw attention to myself, my only two friends were as straight as they come, and besides, I was born into a Catholic family, where certain things are taught to be hidden even before you're aware of them. Paul was also Catholic and we attended the same church. I was an altar boy, so we knew each other since we were kids. During mass, our eyes would meet, I caught him when he was distracted or about to fall asleep, so when he looked back, I smiled at him or pretended to admonish him, from my position as the incense bearer. So, seeing each other even outside of school, we got closer and closer, until we exchanged our first kiss in a cemetery, during our parish priest's funeral. From then on, we were a steady couple for the rest of high school, without anyone knowing about us. It was very difficult, frustrating, yet beautiful. There were other gay couples happily out in the open and no one cared much. We hid mainly out of fear of the reaction of our Catholic and super-conservative families. But after seven years, it seemed absurd to keep lying, so we came out to our parents, result: we ran away to a new city on the opposite side of the country, without a family, without a home, and without a job. Not knowing what to do, we turned to the Church. We got an audience with the only Catholic priest in the area, we told him the whole truth and that we were desperate. He promised us he would take care of us. Oh, he did. That meeting was the beginning of our end. God, if you exist, have mercy on our souls, and give me the courage to tell the story of my poor Paul, and of Father John.

I'm usually on PrEp, but for the last year I've been traveling through Asia. After 3 months my PrEp supply ran out. I decided to continue fucking bare anyways. I came back home just recently and got a full STI screening and got back on PrEp. The only STI I got was chlamydia. Still HIV negative. Something I realized that a lot of the pleasure of barebacking is mental. When I was off PrEp, having raw sex with strangers felt more pleasurous and exciting. It's hard to describe, but sex haven't felt that good since I was a teenager. Some guys would ask if I was on PrEP (especially in Thailand), and I'd lie and say yes. Some even asked me to show them proof and I showed them my empty Truvada bottles. I estimate I must have barebacked around 300 different guys. And I believe only in Thailand and Vietnam PrEp is easily available. Thus, most of the guys I fucked were not on PrEp either. It was like old-school sex: two strangers exchanging fluids without any protection. I must highlight Japan regarding sex. Japan is a paradise for raw sex. The country is full of small cruise sex clubs and cruising spots all over the place. Japanese guys never wear or ask for condom (i.e., Korean and Taiwanese would always ask for my status before agreeing to raw sex). It is like if Japan is still in the 70s regarding sex culture and HIV and STI didn't exist.

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Thank you for the amazing feedback guys, really appreciate it! I got my inspiration back for this story I started almost one year ago. Your support is helping me keep on writing. I used to go on and off this site, but I always come back. Last year has been tough on a personal level, but I consider this as a "safe" (Lol) place, with an amazing and supportive community. A new chapter is coming very soon! Feel free to Dm me or comment here about suggestions and elements you would like me to include in this story! Love you all, you filthy pigs!

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I must say i come from the smallest country of NATO, but when the USA was attact on 9/11, which i still remember as yesterday, the whole world was shocked, because this was besides Pearl Harbour the first attack on American soil I was 2 blocs away from the twin towers and saw it all happen before my eyes. And good for the American people that they never where attact locally. But Belgium and the UK and other nations where there to help the American Armee to stand with them in Irak and Afghanistan to find the culpits and fight together against Terrorism. Our population is a big as New York but still we did do an effort and help the US to do the right thing, but sadly Fox News does not share this info with the American people. So the real truth that passes is what Trump posts on his "Truth Social" and mostly are lies or his own truths. Putin is smiling now because Trump is supporting his cause to wraken NATO. Trump is fighting his allies instead of his enemies.

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To the original question, should the US leave NATO? It doesn't really matter, we have at the words of one man. I don't think it was in anyway a shared collective decision, but the orange one has taken us there nonetheless. Now, should we complete the task might be the question. With us functionally already gone, the question now is "now what?". NATO has done pretty well for it's better part of a century controlling much of global interactions. It has been a pretty effective check and balance. When we look across the globe now compared to 1940; we've seen a lot of economies grow and humans prosper. One might argue we've prospered too well. If our oligarch lords have their way, we will become more subservient to them. Do we want that? It's a pretty simple question. Do we want a ruler, or do we want the affect of our shared voices to bring about our day to day lives?

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Here in the UK we value our relationship with the USA and our government is increasing its contribution to NATO as are other European nations though not all it’s true and this does need to be addressed. We have also committed troops to support US military in recent years. Putin might be on friendly terms with the US President now but he is not reliable. NATO has generally helped to keep the peace so far it’s worth persevering. Personally I’m saddened by the resort to tariffs and isolationism. I feel we should nurture our friends not alienate them. Free trade has generally gone hand in hand with periods of peace and prosperity.

I think you can want the same thing for different reasons. First things first: things are complicated. For the last years the dollar has been decidedly overvalued, which is skewing the figures a bit. Also part of the equation is that the US disproportionately profits from NATO miliitary spending. Other countries buying F-35 not only makes the jets cheaper to produce for the US, but also generates US tax revenue. The decisions that to led to the current state of affairs was not just other countries "taking advantage of the US", but also the US going along with it, as it benefitted the military-industrial complex and cemented the US' role as the world's only true superpower So it is one thing to demand more equitable load-sharing within a defensive alliance (which I think you're doing here). That is just fair. It's something different if you spew FSB propaganda and want to dismantle this alliance (because leaving NATO will not save the US money. Instead it will cost a lot more money, if the US wants to maintain a similar posture on the world stage). It's funny how the same guys who first chastized Europe for not spending enough on defense, are now decrying them as warmongers, now that the EU is upping it's defense spending to US levels. Simple trick to spot Russian trolls and the "useful idiots" who parrot their talking points: The hypocrisy is always rife with them.

Charter 3: Mass is over After the mass, the faithful shuffle out. Father John shakes hands with each of them. The wives hold up their husbands who don't seem to be able to stand on their own, but they find the strength to shake hands with the priest, looking at him with total admiration. The wives thank him, and have to drag their husbands away who don't want to let go of him. This was really strange, I was about to say something to Paul, but he was already in line to greet Father John. This really annoyed me. Our turn comes, Father John's face lights up when Paul introduces himself: "Hi Father, I'm Paul, I just moved here. I have to say that your homily was incredible, I've never felt so much passion!" "Hi Paul, it's a pleasure to have a new faithful. The community always needs new blood! And who is your friend?" Father John's gaze falls on me, but he seemed decidedly less pleased to see me. "I'm Freddie, his - " " - Friend. He's my friend. We share a flat." "I bet you share more than just a flat..." Paul's eyes widen and he laughs nervously, Father John smirks and puts a hand on his shoulder, massaging it. "Don't worry, you don't have to hide anything from me, I get it. No one will judge you here, you'll soon find out we're very open-minded here." Father John winks at me as he continues massaging Paul's shoulder. Enough is enough. I grab Paul's other arm and drag him away, while Father John says: "I know you live in that B&B, if you want I can find you another place. I'll come by tonight, so we can talk about it more!" Paul turns and smiles at him, the I notice his bulge: he's horny as fuck.

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Part 3. They looked at me and said you ready for round 2 as Paul walked over to the table and pulled out another needle and said we are. When Paul pulled out the needle and said you ready for round 2 because we are, I didn't think that I could handle them anymore more. I still hadn't taken Nick's 16" cock completely down my throat or in my ass and I was gagging and choking on Kevin's 14" cock already. Then Keith said before you give him that he should have something to drink as he grabbed a small glass bottle and walked over to me and told me to drink some of this as he told me to open my mouth and when I did he poured it in my mouth and down my throat. It had a strange taste to it and Paul said to me that it was g and it will help me feel more relaxed and with the g and the slam he was going to give me the 3 of them will be able to fuck my holes really good isn't that what you want as he grabbed my arm and put the tourniquet around my arm. Then he said after I give you this nice strong slam you'll be begging us to fuck you with our huge thick cocks. Then they turned me so I was now laying across the bed with my lower half of my body on the edge of the bed and my head almost hanging off the other side of the bed. Then Keith said to Nick why don't you get between his legs and when Paul starts to give him his slam you push his legs as far back as you can and start to fuck him and when Paul is done he can fuck his mouth and throat and he will just watch them use me and then he will join in. So Nick got to the side of the bed and looked down at me and said to me as he started to push my legs back and kept pushing them until my knees were almost touching the bed when Paul is done I want you to reach down between your legs and use your fingers to spread your hole open as he told Keith to hold my legs back and said just like this as he started to spread my hole open with his fingers. I started moaning as I felt Nick's fingers not only stretching my hole open but he had his fingers almost in my hole as he was opening up my hole and then Paul grabbed my arm and started to feel for a vein and when he found one he said don't move as I felt a little prick in my arm and then I started to cough uncontrollably as Paul pulled the needle out and moved my arm up and back and held it there as I was still coughing and then I started to moan as I felt the warm rushing feeling but this time it felt stronger than the first time. Then I felt my arms being grabbed and pulled down between my legs and Nick telling me to put my fingers on my hole and spread it and I did but Nick's fingers were helping me as I literally could feel my hole stretching as he was pulling my hole open and then I let out a little scream as he said keep stretching your hole as he started to move his 4 fingers 2 from each hand in my hole while stretching my hole even more. Then I felt my upper half of my body being pulled back and then my head fell off the side of the bed and now it was hanging and when I looked up Nick was standing over me with my head between his legs and he was bending his knees as his cock was getting closer and closer to my mouth. Then he put a rag over my nose and I started to breathe in as I felt the poppers starting to work in and then Nick moved his hands over mine and when he did he moved my and his fingers deeper in my hole while he was pulling my hole wider with my fingers and his. He had my 2 fingers from both hands and his 2 fingers from his 2 hands somewhat in my hole as we were stretching it open more and his fingers were a little longer and fatter than mine were so I could feel his fingers open my hole a little deeper than I was. Then he said keep pulling on your hole as he moved his hands away and reached into the drawer on the table and pulled out a baggie and opened it up and stuck his hand in it then he pulled his hand out and he was holding a big piece of shard and said this will help as he grabbed a bottle of lube and started to put lube in my hole as I was still pulling it open then he had his hands over mine and when he started to move his fingers back in with the big piece of shard he was put 3 of his fingers from both hands in my hole and then he held the shard in my hole as it started to burn. When I went to scream as I felt Nick's fingers pulling my hole open Paul said no screaming as he pushed his cock in my mouth hard and fast and just started to fuck my mouth pushing his big but thick cock towards the back of my throat with my head hanging I couldn't pull my head back. It wouldn't have helped if I could have moved my head back because as soon as Paul started fucking my mouth he grabbed the sides of my head and held it still. I could feel the g and t in full affect and I started to moan as I started to pull my hole even more and then I felt Nick doing the samething but he had 3 fingers from both hands in my hole and he was moving them deeper into my hole. Then he moved his hands away and told me to move mine away and when I did I felt his fingers playing with my somewhat opened hole and then without any warning I tried to scream but Nick's thick cock muffled my screams as Nick put 5 of his fingers in my hole and kept pushing them in until he couldn't go any deeper. Then I felt the rag over my nose and I started to moan as Nick held the rag over my nose with one hand and his other hand he had 5 of his fingers in my hole as he started to move them back and forth as well as twisting and turning them and I could feel his 5 fingers start to go deeper and deeper. He probably had his 5 fingers in my hole that I could feel his knuckles pushing up against my hole and I didn't know what to do so I tried to push his fingers out and when I pushed down it felt like it was working as I felt his fingers moving back. I pushed as hard as I could and when I did and I felt his fingers moving back what I didn't expect to happen was my hole open up and suck in his fingers because when I did and I felt his fingers get sucked in my hole his hand also got sucked in and when it did he started to move his whole hand back and forth as I felt my hole stretch around his hand and then I tried to scream again as Nick closed his hand and he made a fist and then he started to move his fist back and forth my legs started to shake as I thought he had just did something to my hole as I started to pour out water from my ass and when I did my eyes were rolling in the back of my head as Nick's fist started to move faster and deeper. Paul was now moving my head up and down as he was bending his knees up and down fucking my mouth and the back of my throat trying to get the head down my throat. Once Nick removed the rag my head was spinning and my whole body felt weightless and he was fisting my hole and then I pushed down again but I knew what was going to happen when I pushed down and when I did I started moaning even louder as I felt his fist go deeper in my hole and when I reached down between my legs I could feel that had his hand completely in my hole as I felt his wrist and then I started to stretch my hole even more with my fingers and when I did I felt and heard a pop and when I felt and heard the pop it was Nick's closed up hand popping out of my hole. I was having trouble breathing as Paul's cock was in my mouth and down my throat and when Nick's hand popped out he told me to pull my hole open more and to push down and when I did I pushed a little to hard and Nick just smiled as he pushed his fist back in my hole as I was pushing down and it sucked his hand right in and he just kept pushing his fist in and then I couldn't push any more and when I stopped pushing he had his fist in my hole and it just sucked his fist in deeper as I felt his wrist go in and then he told me to move my hips back and forth as he was moving his fist back and forth . Then Paul pulled out his huge thick cock out of my mouth and lifted my mouth up a little bit and then he shoved his entire cock in my mouth and down my throat and held it there as I started to choke and gag. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Keith walking around the bed with a video camera and then I heard Nick saw film this as he pulled his hand out of my ass and then I felt the huge mushroom head pushing up against my hole and without any warning he just pushed his cock completely in my hole and started to fuck me as his huge 16" cock went in and out of my hole. As Nick was moving his huge thick cock in and out of my hole Paul was still holding my head up with his cock completely down my throat and then I felt his cock start to twitch and throb and I knew what was going to happen as he started to cum down my throat and I had no choice but to swallow his thick load. Nick then pushed my legs back even more as he was going in and out of my hole then I screamed as he pushed really hard and his cock was completely in my hole and then he started to cum filling my hole up. Then for the next hour or so Keith, Paul and Nick used any hole that was free to fuck and fill up. After the 3 of them were done Keith told me that any time that they want to use me I better show up or they will send a copy of the video to my wife. I was going to be their sex toy for now on and the next time they use me they were going to make money off of me as I was going to let anyone use my holes

Part 2 At this guys house wanting more More cum More meth More cocks More piss More On my phone having a glass of water seeing things were wrapping up. Decide to check in my apps and see if anyone wanted to breed me Find a guy who wants me here and another who will pick me up and drive me to the Bath house I tell my host that I will head out soon and he said well pack yourself a bowl for the road- So as I pack a new bowl full he says “smoke as much as you can before you go it’s cold out you’ll want it to keep warm ;). So I start hitting it hard and message the guys. My body is in heat and I’m jumping and rubbing my ass on anything I can. Getting excited again to finally get my pay load. The guy who wants to take me to the bath house says he will be here is about 30 minutes Perfect I think - hitting the bowl again while I text the first guy he’s better come now and share my location because I’ll be gone in 30 min - he says he’s just a 10 minute walk away and and again as I try to get my shit together I decide to put on a pair of tiny black sweats and a dildo up my ass held in place with a thong and a ripped tshirt. With no sleeves and open arms to the waist The clouds have taken over my mind I think Hopping this next dude will shoot me up I ask hey Gotta piss ? Yeah I grab a bottle and head to the tub - fill this and I’ll drink the rest IM so fucking high from the last clouds he fills the water bottle then spreys it on me marking his territory while getting my skimpy clothes wet Thanks fucker I say my cock is here I wink at him and take the bottle and twist a lid on and toss it in my back pack Alongside a big fist dildo a couple different sized plugs and a change of clothes. Hey he says we are all finished up with this tonight why don’t you just take what’s left he says and puts the pipe and a bag into my front pouch. Sorry to miss your breeding but I’m sure you’ll make a daddies day today I slip my shoes and throw my coat over my shoulders. I saY thanks again and we kiss a little before he gently shews me out the door I get to the lobby of his apartment and check for the guy There is a guy waiting for me - we were supposed to fuck upstairs but I’m finished up there I say so where do you want to fuck me ? The stairwell ? The back alley ? You choose He looks around and says the back alley looked quiet. Great I say and I leave the apartment It’s cold outside there so s snow all around we walk down the street to the back alley and I am all over this guy and he’s fingering my hole along the way. It’s still dark - probably will be for another couple hours - but it’s about 6 am - the early birds and the night hawks collide. We make it to the side of the building my hands pressed against the brick wall I can hear him undoing his pants behind me and pulls out his hard dick. I’m not going to last long he said it’s cold outside there so here let’s make this quick he pushes down my shorts and sees the thong dildo combo Ok slut let’s feed you - then he grabs the thong and pulls the dildo out of my hole - I start to gasp at the cold air intrusion to my gapping hole and he stuffs the dildo in my mouth, keep this in your mouth, no hands and then stick the dildo against the wall it’s a big dildo with large heavy balls and base so in order to keep it in my mouth I’ll have to deep throat it. Then the assault continued he hip checks me up the side of the snow bank and against the wall. My chin scrapes the brick wall so I . I’m still fucking flying from the bowl I just smoked and I can feel my stomach digesting the Chem piss from moments ago I can hardly keep myself upright. And now I’m also pushing my mouth into a dildo on a brick wall - He thrusts into me his thick cock going balls deep probably 7 inches deep I moan around the cock in my mouth but he doesn’t stop. He grabs me by the neck in a choke hold shut the fuck up or we’ll get caught he whispers in my ear Then he starts piston fucking pounding my guts while symotaniously fucking my through with the dildo - he’s lifted me up and has one of my legs up on the snow bank and my body pressed up to the cold brick building - my wet piss soaked shirt crispy with the chill- He only lasts a couple minutes before his choke hold on me tightens and I feel his balls fill my gapping punched out hole. I’m giddy I’m so happy to finally be bread like I hopped and this was just the beggining. He slaps my ass pulls up his jeans. I w able a moment to get to my feet and out of the snow and decide that a plug would be better for the next journey - - I take a medium plug from my bag - it’s silicone and very comfortable, at least the size below it is - I don’t think I’ve used this size for very long ever - but after the beating my ass has taken it’ll need to be big to help hold in that cum - I put the dildo and my torn underwear How about you help get this in me so I can save your cum to lube the next guy then I’ll be fine 🙂 He takes the plug and presses it into my asshole there you go hot stuff - then he sneaks around the corner of the building and crosses the Streep quickly and quietly. I pull up my shorts and zip up my coat my shorts are so small you can’t even see I’m wearing anything but this coat - I’m still very horny and locked on cum but I’m happy that I have my balance back. my phone out and I check for the second guy who wanted to take me to the bathouse - send him a message and say I’m waiting outside - that he will see me when he pulls up - I sit on the snow bank and the wet cold snow gets my black sweat pants wet even wetter - the cold snow feels good on my beat ass but I can feel it sobering me up and it’s not the plan

This slutty boy sounds a lot like my cockhungry son

1. Seeing a top orgasm inside a guy. But I mean seeing it. His ass spasming or his cock spasming as he cums. 2. Seeing a bottom opening and clenching their toes involuntarily from being fucked so good.

Characters Josh--6 ft, 180 lbs, student, all around athlete (swimming, football, gymnastics) , tight body, bubble butt, 8' cock, long black straight hair that hangs over his bright green eyes and the biggest tooth paste grin this side of the Mississippi. The girls just love him and the guys want to be him. He is super straight. Mr. Jaxx-- 6'2", 210 lbs, early 40's, teacher, big muscular build ( extensive weight training), short light brown crew cut, blue piercing eyes that look right through you, and a permanent scowl/smirk that intimidates both the girls and the guys. Wild rumors abound about Mr. Jaxx, everything from being a former porn star with a giant 10 inch cock, to being known to hold students against their will and subject them to all types of unconventional experiments after school hours. His sexuality is unknown and questionable. Some complaints filed by parents in the past and then mysteriously withdrawn. Josh is a transfer student and is late for his first day of school. He finally finishes completing all the necessary paperwork in the main office and is handed his weekly schedule of classes. The first class of the day is Health and Sex Education with Mr. Jaxx. After scouring the halls for the classroom, he rushes in just as the bell rings and class ends. Mr. Jaxx gives a stern quizzical look and asks who Josh is and what does he want? Now quite red faced and almost stammering the boy explains that he is a new student and apologizes for being late to class. He simply got lost trying to find the room. Mr. Jaxx, arches his eyebrow, gives a cold condescending stare to the boy, looks him up and down and in a dismissive tone says to Josh that he does not tolerate lateness and now Josh has detention and must make up the class. Because the school will be closing at the end of the day for a Teacher's Workshop, Mr. Jaxx gives Josh a piece of paper with an address and tells him to be there at 7pm sharp. When Josh arrives at the address he is surprised to find it is in a very sketchy part of town and looks more like an abandoned warehouse than an apartment building. He rings Buzzer 2D, as written on the paper, and gains entry into the building. He knocks on the steel metal door and Mr. Jaxx opens the door wearing white baggy shorts and a black tank top. He tells Josh to come in and have a seat on the well worn thread bare sofa. He offers him something to drink and not wanting to be rude Josh says sure. Mr. Jaxx hands him a glass of juice, unbeknownst to Josh it is laced with a generous amount of G. He tells Josh they will have to improvise since they are not in the classroom and Mr. Jaxx does not have access to his teaching tools. He says he likes to begin his Health and Sex Education class by teaching the negative effects of drug abuse, particularly how it can affect decisions involving sex. He starts by showing Josh a short film which is in essence a gay porn film where the hot guys are smoking meth and after slamming, rip their clothes off and begin having animalistic sex. By now the G is starting to take effect and Josh is feeling very light headed and warm and getting slightly aroused for some strange reason. His head is spinning. He is wondering what is happening to him. Mr. Jaxx stops the film and hands Josh a blue pill and glass of juice and tells him to swallow it. With some confusion he does as he is told and then Mr. Jaxx snaps at him as says, " Lesson #1, how stupid are you? Never take a pill from a stranger. Fortunately I just gave you candy but in another setting this could be dangerous." The teacher then produces a glass pipe and a lighter. He hands the pipe to Josh, lights it and tells him to inhale when he's told to and hold it until he's told to breathe out. Josh hesitates and appears baffled but Mr. Jaxx assures him it's okay and to do what he is told, he's the student and Mr. Jaxx is the teacher. The first hit is a mild one and Mr. Jaxx explains how pure white smoke in a clear glass pipe can seem completely harmless. He has Josh repeat the procedure 5 more times, each time making him inhale more and hold it longer. The G, viagra and now the t is taking the desired effect and Josh is feeling very strange, very horny and quite unsure what is happening to him, it feels sort of good but at the same time feels very wrong if that makes any sense. Mr. Jaxx then says the next step is a lesson on what to do if you come across someone who has overdosed. He explains and demonstrates how to tie a tourniquet on the person's arm and then says you inject him with the Narcissan drug to save his life. He tells Josh in this case, they will only be using water, although any clear liquid will do and the person (err victim) will cough and that is normal. He injects Josh with a mega dose. Mr. Jaxx says it's now time to discuss anatomy and safe sex. He says since he doesn't have the classroom mannequins sp Josh will need to play the role of the dummy, err mannequin. Mr. Jaxx instructs Josh to strip and get naked. The slam pushed him over the edge between the clouds, viagra and the g he is putty in Mr. Jaxx's hands. The teacher discusses the various human body parts, such as the penis, vagina and the ass and the correct way to have intercourse. He proceeds to lube Josh's hole and shoves several fingers up his ass. The boy moans and clamps down on the fingers and lets out an audible ''no' when the teacher removes them . Mr. Jaxx asks Josh if he is gay or straight and in a loud almost defiant tone Josh says 'I'm 100 % straight. Mr. Jaxx just sneers to himself and nods. Next he says there are tests to determine whether a person is gay or straight. If you are a man you either place your penis in the vagina or the asshole. He says since Josh doesn't have a vagina he will demonstrate using Jack's hole. He says always wear protection unless you are married and want to have children. The teacher then says there are certain things you should not do and he will go down the list. First, never put a penis in your mouth. It can be quite unhealthy. As he says this he shoves his penis into Josh's mouth and tells him to start sucking it. He slaps him very hard on the side of his head and says 'no teeth'! Second, he withdraws his cock from Josh's mouth and says 'never' fuck bareback, it can be dangerous and you can get Aids and as he tells him he shoves his raw dick into Josh's well lubed hole. Third, he tells him never ever go to a stranger's apartment as you never know what can happen. He proceeds to rape Josh mercilessly depositing loads and loads of cum up his once negative and now ravaged hole. Fourth and finally he tells Josh that the whole episode is being filmed and that if the boy tells anyone he willl release the tape on the internet and send copies to his parents and other teachers. He tells Josh that he is going to be Mr. Jaxx's new private whore and anytime he wants his ass he is going to take it. He also is going to be sharing it with others and making some money off his ass. Josh has been taught a valuable lesson from his new teacher. Never be late to class again! Reply ,

To my mother, the most resilient person I have ever known. My mother—beautiful, soft-spoken, friendly, and someone who could swing a broom like a sword—is the best person in the whole wide world. She, along with my father and sister, migrated to Australia when I was four years old. They barely spoke English, had nowhere to live, but somehow, they managed. Her marriage with my father lasted just shy of thirty years. We weren’t the stereotypical American family you see on TV, sitting around the dinner table talking about our days. No, we were more of the kind that cleaned our bowls of rice and disappeared into our own rooms. I wouldn’t say I was close to either of my parents, but I loved them very much in my own quiet way. My father was a kind and reasonable man with a short temper. In the years leading up to their divorce, something shifted in him. It was subtle at first, but to my mother, it was anything but. She endured violent outbursts—sometimes physical, mostly verbal. My sister and I didn’t know how to help. We were children, untrained for these kinds of things. I think my mother endured it all to keep the family intact. Being a single parent on minimum wage would have been impossible. In 2018, while working for my parents at their restaurant, I started noticing things. My father would take breaks from his work as a chef to talk on the phone, his voice suddenly soft and sweet. I thought it was a relative from Vietnam. I remember sitting in my room one day when he asked if I wanted to have coffee with him. It was such an odd suggestion—we never had coffee together. He said he wanted to tell me something. I declined. A few days later, my sister came home crying. She told me what I had feared: my father was having an affair, and he had a child with another woman. My sister said she was going to tell Mum. A part of me wanted to stop her. I wanted to keep the secret because I knew once it was out, everything would change. This perfect family I’d fantasized about would be over. Sure enough, my sister told my mother. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she came home that day—lost, broken. She didn’t cook dinner. She didn’t clean the house. She sat on the phone with someone for what felt like hours, and when she returned, her eyes were puffy and silent. Sometimes I would find her lying on the couch, tears streaming down her face. And I regret to say that I walked away. I didn’t know how to comfort her. I was angry that she wasn’t strong enough to hold it together. During the pandemic in 2020, my father moved back in for a time. My mother cooked for him, for me. My sister had already moved out with her husband. For a while, I thought we were happy again. She cared for him like old times, and I let myself believe that everything was going back to normal. But when the restrictions lifted, he moved out, and we returned to being a household of two. A few years later, I found an old photograph of my parents on my mother’s bedside table. It was framed, sitting there as if it belonged. I thought it was strange and told my sister, who agreed. To this day, I wonder why she kept it there. Maybe she missed him, or maybe she valued the relationship for everything it was—the joy, the sorrow, the pain—all of it. Today, she laughs and smiles often. She’s still single, and I think she’s made peace with the idea of remaining that way for the rest of her life. It saddens me because I want her to have someone beside her, a companion. But she’s not alone. My sister, her three grandchildren, and I are always close. Still, I catch her occasionally talking to her friends about how my father mistreated her, and I wonder if she has truly healed. I think about my own breakup and the days when the emotions are overwhelming. In those moments, I think of my mother and her strength, how she moved forward despite the pain. I don’t discount my own sadness, but I take comfort in knowing that time dulls even the sharpest of wounds. I might not fully understand her pain, but as I grow older, I hope to understand more of it and, in doing so, become a better person.

I guess I just underestimated how difficult it would be to hook up. I just want to meet a guy who wants to drop a load without endlessly talking or flaking.

sucking dick and watersports (drinking/pissing on/getting pissed on) - 2 entirely different categories .. one does not mean you do the other ..

Porn is probably in danger, too.

I have been known to seduce other bottoms into fucking me at a sauna, but never deceptively. I've been told, repeatedly throughout my life, that I give off 'top vibes'. Honestly as a total - and very proud! - sub btm, I have no idea what these vibes are, but I suspect it's about me being tall (6ft2) or the way I roll my shoulders a bit when I walk. Or something else. Most tops look at me and think 'oh, another top'. Fuck knows what this so-called vibe is but I wish it wouldn't. Anyway, the point is I sometimes find myself in a cubicle with another bottom, and as we get over the disappointment of the moment, I might sometimes offer my body to pleasure the bottom - like, do you like sucking, or can I suck you? do you want to rim me (some btms do), etc etc - and to turn him on. Get him hard somehow. Seduce him into a surge of emotion and then playfully offer my ass. And sometimes they go for it, not often to cumshot - although that has happened - but just for 5 or 10 minutes of fun. The look on some of these guy's faces as they discover - well shit now I might be *vers btm* now - it's priceless 😉 But for me it's always a seduction, never a deception. Submissive, gently seeking to bring out any latent dominant aspect they might have, even for a moment. But I never lie about who I am or what I do. I always keep it playful. If they're not up for being seduced this way, I don't push it.

Part 2. The last thing I remember was I was gagging and choking my Keith's fat mushroom head as he was pushing up against the back of my throat and Paul's fingers were twisting and turning in my hole before everything went black. I don't know how long I had passed out but when I came around and my eyes were starting to open and focus I noticed that the room was a little darker and I remember hearing some moaning and when I had my eyes open I looked around the room and I saw that there was a mirror above me and all around the room and when I looked forward I saw a big screen tv hanging on the corner of the room and a guy was getting spit roasted and he was getting both of his holes fucked hard and deep as he was gagging on the cock that was down his throat and then I saw 2 figures standing there with their backs to me and when I went to get up I felt something tugging on my ankle and when I looked at my legs they were pulled back and spread wide open and I could feel the cool breeze against my exposed wet hole. When I moved my legs it made some noise and then the 2 figures had turned around and I noticed 1 of the guys was Keith and the other guy was his roommate Nick. With the room being a little dark I couldn't really see them at first but when they started making their way to me and the closer they got the more I could see them and when they were close enough to me I thought I was just imagining what I was seeing. This was the first time that I had seen Keith's cock when he was really hard and I thought he had a huge and thick when he was soft but seeing his cock when he was hard I was shocked he had to be a good 14" and just as thick as a liter bottle and then when I saw Nick I tried to get up from the bed because when I saw him and his cock I was in shock because he was hard and he was bigger and much more thicker than Keith was his cock was at least a good 16" and very thick with a huge mushroom head. I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to handle Nick's cock in either of my holes. Once they got closer to me Keith walked to my left side and Nick was moving to my right side and when Nick was standing on my right side I couldn't help staring at his cock that was really hard and pointing straight out towards me and there was some pre-cum leaking out of the huge mushroom head of his cock. Then Nick said that him and Keith just used tri-mix and that they can stay hard for hours even after they cum and then he said so I heard that you gagged and choked on Keith's cock so I guess that your going to gag and chock on my to as he put his hand around his huge thick rock hard cock and started to rub the head of his cock on my lips and I could feel the pre-cum on my lips. Then I felt something on my left arm and then it felt like it was tight and then Nick told me not to move because if I do I am going to feel some pain and when I looked out the corner of my eyes I saw Keith holding a needle in his hand and with his other hand he was rubbing my arm and then he said there it is then he said don't move or I will miss and him and Nick didn't want that to happen. Then Nick moved up on the bed and got on his knees and when he did he had his knees on the sides of my head and he had his huge mushroom head pointing straight down towards my mouth and said once Keith finishes giving me a slam he's going to fuck my mouth and throat with his huge thick cock and Keith is going to get my hole ready so Keith and Paul can fuck me as he's fucking my mouth and throat and then I heard Paul's voice as he came in the room and when he got close to me I didn't know what to do because he also had a huge and thick cock he wasn't as big as Keith and Nick but he was just as thick as they were. Then Keith said time to have fun now and then I felt a sharp prick in my arm, then I started to cough uncontrollably and then I felt something that I had never felt before it was this intense warm rushing feeling that started at the tip of my ears and slowly started running throughout my entire body and right down to my exposed hole and I just started to moan and when I went to move my right hand I realized that I couldn't because they had my wrist tied to the bed and when Keith pulled out the needle Nick moved up closer to me and started to push the huge mushroom head of his cock in my mouth and passed my lips and once he got the head of his cock in my mouth he just started to move back and forth as I was moaning from the intense warm rushing feeling. As I was moaning Nick said oh yeah you like feeling my huge mushroom head in your mouth and he started to move it faster as I felt his knees tightened up on the sides of my head so I couldn't move it and then I started to moan even more as I felt something slide in my asshole and then it started to burn a little. Then about 30 seconds later I felt something moving back and forth in my hole and then I heard Keith say oh yeah nice tight hole and then my body shook as I felt Keith moved his fingers twisting and turning in my hole as his fingers went deeper in my hole. I was so high and horny I just kept moaning and then I felt someone lifting my lower half of my body off the bed and then I saw Paul get on the bed and when he did he had me laying with my back on his chest and now I was a little higher than I was when I was laying on the bed so Nick's huge thick cock was going deeper in my mouth as I could feel my mouth stretching around his huge thick cock and then Paul put his mouth next to my ear and said take a couple deep breaths and when I did my head started to spin and my body was hot. As my head was spinning and my body was getting hot I felt Nick pushing his huge thick cock harder and faster and then I started to gag a little bit as the huge mushroom head was going towards the back of my throat and then I started to moan as I felt something pushing up against my hole and then Paul telling me that him, Keith and Nick are going to enjoy fucking my tight hole and that him and Keith are going to fuck me together isn't that right Keith and then I heard Keith say oh yeah as I felt him start to push the head of his cock against my hole to. Then Keith said do you think that you and your hole can handle me and Paul fucking your tight hole as my screams were muffled by Nick's huge mushroom head in my mouth as I felt Keith start to push the head of his cock in my warm wet hole and then I felt Paul start doing the samething with his huge thick cock my hole was so tight that neither one of them could get their heads in my hole but that didn't stop them from keep trying as I felt something covering my nose and when I tried to breathe through my mouth I couldn't so I had to breathe in and out through my nose and when I was I was inhale strong poppers which seemed to relax the muscles in my throat and ass because when the rag was removed from my nose and I felt Nick's huge mushroom head start to go deeper towards the back of my throat and then I felt Keith's fat head start to go in my hole and when it did Keith just left it in there saying how tight and hot my hole felt then my hips jerked up hard and fast as I felt Paul push the head of his cock in my hole. Just as fast and hard my hips jerked up they came back down just as fast and hard and when they did my screams were muffled once again as I felt both of Keith and Paul's huge head of their cocks slide in my hole and then they started to move their hips back and forth as they started to double penetrate my tight virgin hole. For the next 30 seconds both of my holes seem to open right up but after that 30 seconds I started to gag and chock as I felt Nick's huge thick cock getting bigger and thicker as he started to face fuck me and trying to get the huge mushroom head towards the back of my throat and then I felt my hole start to resist Keith and Paul's cock from going any deeper in my hole. Here I am thinking to myself that once they feel that they can't go any deeper and then I was brought back to reality as Nick grabbed the sides of my head and said oh no you're going to take this as he started to move my head back and forth on his cock as he lifted my head up more as he was pushing the huge mushroom head harder against the back of my throat and then he started to moan as I and him felt the huge mushroom head push against the back of my throat and then started to go down my throat. When he felt that I started to gag and chock because he was now moving my head faster and pushing my head deeper down on his huge thick rock hard cock. As Nick was fucking my throat with his huge thick rock hard cock my screaming was still being muffled as I started to feel both Keith and Paul started moving their huge thick cocks back and forth in my hole as Paul was holding a rag over my nose telling me to take big breaths and when I did I could feel my hole opening and stretching around their huge thick cocks I didn't know if I was screaming from the pain or the pleasure but I really didn't care from this point on I just wanted them to fuck my throat and hole. As much as I was feeling the pain in my hole I was getting more turned on feel a huge thick cock now fucking my mouth and throat and 2 huge thick cocks in my hole that I couldn't control my hips as they started to move up and down on both of Keith and Paul's cock. Then I was told by Paul to sit up a little bit and then he said to start moving up and down on their cocks and when I did Keith covered my nose once again and they had me breathing in the fumes from the poppers while Nick was holding my head and he really started to move his hips back and forth to the point where he had his huge thick rock hard cock sliding in and out of my throat and down it and Keith was holding my hips while moving me up and down on both of their huge thick cocks. Then my whole body started to shake as I felt the head of his cock go deeper and stretching my hole more and then feeling Paul's stretching my hole even more as his cock wasn't as huge as Keith's was but he was definitely thicker as he was opening and stretching my hole even more. Then I started to moan as I felt like something broke in my hole as I just started to have my first of many assgasim for the night and when I did my hole was soaking wet and so was Keith and Paul's cock that their huge thick cocks went in deeper and Keith was moving my hips up and down even faster and harder Nick probably had a little less than half of his huge thick rock hard cock in my mouth and down my throat when I felt his hold the sides of my head really tight and then he stopped moving it with his huge mushroom head halfway down my throat as I felt his huge thick cock start to twitch and throb and then he pushed my head down on his cock as he started to shot load after load after load down my throat making sure that I swallow his thick creamy load. And not only was his load thick and creamy but he came for a long time that I could feel the back of my throat filling up with his thick creamy load. As he was cumming down my throat he was saying to me to swallow it all as he held my head and had his huge mushroom head halfway down my throat and then he said that him, Keith and Paul had plenty more to give me as he slowly started to stop cumming but he didn't make any effort to move his cock back or out of my mouth. Then he asked Keith and Paul how my hole felt and Keith started moaning and said that he needs to find out for himself and Nick pulled his slippery wet cock out of my mouth and throat and I started to catch my breath and then Nick got up and stood right next to Keith while Paul put the rag over my nose and held it there as I started to scream as I felt Nick's huge mushroom head start to push up against my hole and the longer he was pushing the head of his cock against my hole and the longer that Paul had the rag over my nose the more I could feel my hole opening and stretching around the head of Nick's huge mushroom head slide in my hole and then I started to scream even louder as I had 3 huge thick rock hard cocks fucking me and how they were starting to go faster and deeper in my hole and I just started to have another assgasim soaking my hole and their huge thick cocks. Then I remember being told to sit up more and start to move up and down and when I did I started to moan and groan as I was riding all 3 cocks and I started to move faster and deeper while I had my hands wrapped around 2 of the 3 cocks and jerked them off and then I felt my hips being grabbed and pulled down as I heard Keith start to moan and then he started to cum in my hole and then I felt more as my hole started to leak as Keith and Paul were cumming deep in my hole. As soon as Keith came in my hole he pulled his huge thick cock out of my hole and he was squeezing it and then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started to cum down my throat and then I started to gag and chock as he started to just fuck my throat harder and deeper then Nick did I could taste his cum and Paul's as he just started to fuck my throat like it was my asshole. My nose was right against his stomach as he was holding my head while he was moving his huge thick cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat I had saliva coming out the sides of my mouth and his cock was soaking wet and dripping my saliva every time his cock came out of my mouth and then he started to moan really loud as he pushed my head down on his huge thick cock and he pushed my head so hard that he had all 14" down my throat and my nose was pushed up against his pubic area and he just started to cum down my throat. Once Keith came down my throat both Nick and Paul had been done fucking my I had cum leaking out of my hole and I could feel it was spread wide open and my stomach was full of Nick and Keith cum. They looked at me and said you ready for round 2 as Paul walked over to the table and pulled out another needle and said we are. Part 3 and final part coming soon

fuck i want your load

5. Watching guys take showers. 6. Watching guys watch me take a shower with a hard-on.

So hot. Love it

Not the first time. I was really nervous and went into a darkroom with mats. Someone ran their hand over my arse and it scared the hell out of me, but I loved the incredibly strong smell of sex. I started going to a different sauna not long after though, which I became pretty much addicted to. It wasn't long before I was fucking and being fucked every visit. I should add this was all a very long time ago.

Memories of Summer. Looking out the window at the rain and seeing the expanse of grey outside. Grey sky, grey buildings. Even the people hunched over for protection and hurrying past seem grey. I can't help but let my mind wander to brighter days and inevitably I feel my cock swelling and my hand idly drifts down to grip myself as I let my thoughts go back to summer. It was hot. Which here is noteworthy in itself, but today was the hottest I could remember. The kind of heat which no matter what you do always leaves you prickled with sweat. Even just moving from room to room felt like hard work. Still, things to be done, places to go and all that. Fuck that! I had just finished showering after a workout at home and at some point the shower became longer as I unconsciously began cleaning myself very thoroughly as if I already knew the direction the day was heading. As I towelled off I could already feel sweat beginning to bead across my shoulders and forehead and I came to the conclusion that today would be an outdoors day. No work until tomorrow and anything that needed doing around the house could damn well wait. Today was going to be for me. Returning to my room I grabbed a light linen shirt and matching trousers. Lightweight and easy movement for the weather. Dropping those onto the bed and reaching for my underwear drawer I decided against socks but grabbed a jock and slipped that on. Taking a brief look in the mirror and enjoying the way my arse was framed by the straps, I dressed and grabbed a pair of walking sandals. Before leaving the room I quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers and slipped them into my pocket. Be prepared I've always believed. Grabbing my keys I opened the door on the day and the full force of the heat hit me in the face like a wall. Damn, I hadn't realised how well my house had been blocking the temperature outside. I headed for the car and cranked he a.c to full and stood with the door open for a few minutes just so I could actually sit in the drivers seat and be able leave with some skin on my back. Next time use the garage I thought to myself as I climbed in and headed for the road. I'm quite lucky in that where I live is still relatively rural but close enough to the city that everything I want is in easy reach. Today I wanted green spaces, preferably with secluded areas, and the potential for long isolated walking. I knew just the pace. About 20 minutes later I pulled into the car park and was a little downbeat to see how easy it was to find a space. I had hoped it would be busier. Still it was early yet and I didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. I grabbed a bottle of water from the car and locked it down then headed to the first pathway of my day of leisure. I chose this place because it has a valley walk alongside a river, cool in the heat, wonderful scenery and a reputation for what can go on in the bushes. Miles and miles of woodland to choose from interspersed with wide open spaces. Having been here on several previous occasions I knew where the popular haunts were but was in no hurry to scan each. So I carried on walking and enjoying being in the open air. After a short while I saw a bench facing the river and decided I would sit for a bit and watch the world go by. Or at least let the day catch up with me. So I sat, sipped my water and watched the river flow lazily in front of me reflecting the few light clouds that were scudding by, just as lazily, above. I think I must have been in a trance because I heard the crunch of gravel on the path as someone walked in front of me. I hadn't heard their approach at all. I looked up startled from my daydream state and saw him. 30's, cropped hair, very fit. He was in a white vest top, matching jogging bottoms and trainers. I would have figured him for a runner but he was walking slowly. Clearly enjoying the day in his own way. In any other situation I might have unkindly put him in the category of guys who you don't know if they are going to mug you or fuck you. But he just walked on by and I glanced him over letting split second fantasies formulate as he passed. As he neared a bend in the path about 50 metres down from my seat I nearly choked on my water as he stopped and glanced back at me before disappearing from view. I'm not necessarily a master of these things but some signals you just can't miss. Whether it was a combination of the guy and the heat and the situation I don't know? I was hard from the moment I stood to the moment I reached the corner where I lost sight of him. I was certainly heading into whatever was around that bend willingly. As I reached the point in the path he had looked back at me I could see some considerable way down the path ahead and it was empty. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself. Confusion grew as I looked around. Was he just fooling? Had I conjured the guy from my dreamlike state earlier? Just as I was about to give up and return to my seat I saw to the left an overgrown path that led deeper into the woods. Ok then, back in business. I guessed this was the route he had taken and I followed without a second thought. Being the height of Summer everything was at its lushest and greenest. The growth was full and the air was rich with that strong earthy organic smell you only get in thick woodland. As I pressed on under the trees I realised how much darker it was. Possibly I had become accustomed to the bright sun on the path, but in here it was like another world. The humidity was higher too, I could feel myself sheen in sweat as I walked. Glad for the light clothing I had chosen I kept on hoping to catch sight of my mystery man. I couldn't see any sign. I decided to just follow the most obvious pathway and hope but I couldn't deny my spirits dropped when he wasn't easily apparent. Moving through the dusk light world beneath the trees I came to what I can only describe as a thicket within the woods. A denser group of trees that seemed to be in a circle almost making a room. Intrigued I stepped in through one of the wider openings to have a better look. My curiosity almost outweighed my libido at this point. The trees must have been planted like this, no way this was a natural occurrence at least not that I could see. Remarkable though it was it didn't help me with my search but it did provide another opportunity. I had been drinking water pretty much constantly since I left the house so I put the trees to use that men have always put them too. It felt good. So good in fact I didn't just shake I let my hand slide up and down my rapidly hardening cock feeling the freedom of being outside but unseen. I hadn't resigned myself to simply jerking off it was just that it felt right to enjoy myself a little before I returned to the pathways and my search. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the bottle of poppers and unscrewing the lid I took two deep hits. Letting the warm glow flow through me I sealed the bottle and felt my inhibitions float away. With one hand back on my cock my other hand unfastened my shirt and I began pinching and twisting my nipples letting the pleasure build and build. "Fucking jackpot! I knew I wasn't wrong about you." In my popper buzz and current state of arousal to say I was stunned by this is an understatement. I spun around and saw him again. There with me in this wooded shrine. Me shirt open, hand still on my cock not knowing which way was up. I stared at him. He was even more gorgeous up close. Dark eyes, a spray of stubble over his strong jawline and a grin that could easily become a sneer. This was someone who knew how good they looked. "Don't panic, " he laughed, "Anyone in these woods is here for the same thing right?" With that he lowered the front of his bottoms and out sprung eight inches of thick, solid meat. His foreskin was partly back and the tip was already moist with precum. He stroked it a couple of times and I swear it got harder. I must have licked my lips. In fact I know I did because he laughed and said, "Like what you see then?" I just dumbly nodded and did what I had been wanting to do since I first set eyes on this stud. I fell to my knees and took hold of his thick cock and began kissing and licking that shaft. Fuck he was so hard. I don't think I've ever held a more solid cock in my life and more importantly he seemed more than happy to just let me enjoy it with my lips and tongue. I worshipped every inch of that dick, tasting the mix of precum and sweat that was now all over his length. I licked and teased his balls and worked my way up to his tip. Pulling his foreskin back and running my tongue all over that knob, stroking his hardness as I made love to it with my mouth. I was in cocksucker heaven. "Fuck me, I never would have pegged you as a bottom. You are though aren't you? A good fucking slut!" I never talk with my mouth full but I moaned in assent around his beautiful cock as I took him as deep as I could. He put his hands on my head, the first time he had touched me, and fucked my mouth for a few strokes before pulling out and tilting my head back. Leaning over me he looked into my eyes then spat into my open mouth. Smiling at me he pushed his cock back between my lips and said, "Just testing the waters mate, wanted to see what kind of slut you are." I could only moan in pleasure as a shiver ran through me. This was already more than I hoped the day would bring me. Whilst I sucked him, or rather he fucked my face I slipped my shirt off and managed to slide my trousers down revealing my jock to him. He whistled but didn't comment beyond the noises he was making while enjoying the way my tongue was washing over his cock. When I reached for my poppers he grabbed the bottle from me and took control even more. He held them for me and made me take several hits as I bobbed on his rock hard meat. It didn't take long before I was spinning out in lust. Gagging on his cock as he pushed me to my limit and soaking him in spit he kept me going for some time. Always when I seemed to regain a little focus he made me take another hit. Pulling his cock from my mouth he told me to lose my trousers which I did so easily. My sandals and trousers joined my shirt on the floor leaving me in just a jock. Exposed, and so fucking lost on poppers. Easy prey for the wolf in the woods. "Turn around and let me see that arse slut!" It was a command and I obeyed without hesitation. "Fucking nice." Was all he said as his hands worked over me, kneading my flesh, spreading me. I just moaned like the slut he kept calling me and pushed my arse back for him to play with more. "Nice arse like that needs to be fucked doesn't it?" I could only manage to whisper, "Oh God!" Knowing that I would do pretty much anything this man said. He spat on my hole and worked his fingers into me. Two fingers straight away with only spit to lube the way. He worked them into me for about a minute before he pulled them out and made me suck them. "Good to see you keep yourself clean too." Then I felt him lean over my back pressing his whole body against me. I could feel that hot prick nestle between my arse cheeks and he started rubbing himself back and forwards. Reaching around me he held the popper to my nose again and made me take hits. One. Two. Three. Four. Oh fuck I was lost and somehow I knew it. When he started speaking I already knew how this would end. "I really want to fuck this sweet arsehole. Want you to feel my hard cock all the way up inside you like I know you want. But I don't have any rubbers. We can play in all sorts of ways and I can even tease you with the tip if you like but we really shouldn't fuck." As he said this he was rubbing his precum slicked dick up and down between my cheeks, teasing it over my hole. Pressing to it then sliding away. I was a moaning wreck. Flexing my hips to his movements to try and increase the contact and make every touch of his cockhead last longer. "You really want it don't you? You want this dick in you don't you slut?" I don't think I was even capable of speech by this point but I could nod and moan in delirious pleasure. "Well maybe just the tip is ok, it won't hurt if I just put the tip in you for a bit." I managed to raise my head a little and point to where my trousers were, "lube." It was all I could muster but he put my hands back on the branch in front of me and laughed. "With all the poppers you've had my precum and spit will be more than enough for you slut." With that I felt pressure on my arsehole and then the glorious sensation of thick cockhead opening me up. I pushed back, I always push back, but he held my hips and just left the tip resting in my hole. Reaching around me he began twisting my nipples and making sure my popper high stayed topped up. Here I was out of my mind and naked in the woods with a complete stranger who had his raw cock teasing my hole. I had never been hornier. The back of my brain knew this was insane, that I should try to get myself together, but it was no use. Lust and poppers always wins. As he pulled my nipples I couldn't help but arch my back and flex my hips. This naturally started me bucking on his cock and working him deeper and deeper into my arse. Eventually he whispered in my ear, "Balls deep in you slut, I guess you really wanted this after all." I didn't think it had ever been in doubt and it took me a while to realise he meant that I was taking him bare. My hole was so full and I felt so complete bent over in that place. Then he started fucking me. It started slow. His hips rocking back and forth slapping into my arse cheeks as he moved. I moaned in approval at he friction, the pressure inside me. I pressed back as he pressed forward. Then he was speeding up. Pushing down on my shoulders making me arch my back, letting him penetrate me deeper with his raw fuck tool. Pretty soon he was slamming into me with long deliberate strokes and I was loving it. How could I not? The pleasure was too much , my own untouched cock had been leaking so much fuck juice since he started fucking me, I needed this. Somehow despite his thrusts he was still making me take poppers as he fucked me and keeping up a litany of fuck talk in my ear. All the while his thick cock was ruining me in the best way. "I knew you'd be a dirty fuckslut when I saw you. Knew you'd be taking my cock before the day was out. Fuck your hole feels good on my dick. Going to breed this hole so fucking good. Make you take my load all the way inside. Have another hit bitch, fucking good. I love the way you clench your fuckhole when you breathe in those fumes." For my part I was pushing myself onto every one of his thrusts and grunting in animal pleasure each and every time. I had gone beyond caring about being heard or seen all that mattered was the glorious prick buried so far inside me. I managed to croak out a few yeses and fuck me's but otherwise I had been reduced to a mindless fuck toy by this amazing fucker. "Going to shoot in you slut, you want that? Not going to let you have it unless you say." He started to long dick me at this point, long hard thrusts of every inch of his cock tearing into me and making me shout out in pleasure. "Say it bitch!" He spat at me, "Tell me how much you want this load breeding you?" I raised my head as he bounced me on his cock and stammered, "I..I...want it" "Want what slut?" "Oh God! I want your load." He fucked a few more strokes then said, "Yes thats a good bitch, you want this thick load up your arse don't you? You want me to breed your hole right? Going to knock you up with my cum you fucking slut!" He was fucking me so hard it must have given me an adrenaline shot because I couldn't stop myself from shouting out, "Fuck yes breed me! Knock me up! Make me take all your cum!" "That's it slut take it take all of my dirty cum in your fuckhole! Going to give you so much poz cum in your cunt. Take my bare cock you fucking dirty bitch!" As he shouted this he slammed his cock into me deep and reaching under me grabbed my cock and wanked my cum out of me as his own cock throbbed inside me flooding me with his toxic load. He pulled out of me and straightened his clothes. As he left he said, "Fucking lovely arse mate. I ever see you here again I'll breed you anytime." I pretty much collapsed naked to the floor, breathless and speechless. I could feel throbbing from my arse, my nipples and my cock. I was dumbfounded that I had just let that happen. I could feel some of his cum leaking from my well used hole and my own load had soaked my jock leaving undeniable proof of the pleasure I had felt. Even as I gathered my clothes together and dressed I couldn't help but repeat to myself, "I've just taken poz cum. I've just been bred." As I walked slowly back to the car I could feel my cock thickening again as I replayed my morning and I knew I would be coming back for more. The end.

I'm all about the small details too. My favorite is seeing a bottle of poppers in the shot or hearing the bottom inhale them (they're rarely shown though). A lot of porn companies consider them taboo, but I love them. And I love knowing that the bottom is serious about getting fucked. I love bedsheets covered in cum spots, too! That's a clear sign that some serious fucking has been going on.