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  1. I am just your average guy. 50 y/o and 5’7” tall. Average build with naturally smooth body. Total bottom in the sack. I live in Melbourne Australia. For so long I believed in the monogamous type of relationship and the white picket fence, but over the past few years, having not even been able to get a boyfriend, that all changed. I would take anything I could get. My desires slowly morphed over the years. First, maybe a boyfriend and an open relationship. Then, a boyfriend who liked sharing his bottom I love hairy guys and guys with facial hair amongst other attributes. Then I started desiring more. I started fantasizing about bi and married guys. Especially guys I knew had fathered kids., The thought of knowing that if it was possible, he could get me pregnant. Knowing his seed could knock me up. In time that transitioned into poz guys since they had something they could share and knock me up in their own special way. I had been chatting to a guy that really hit all my buttons in London. He was so hot to me with hairy chest, sweet eyes and short beard, and had that charm of being quite romantic in his words, yet kinky and wild in his thoughts and likes. He was a top/vers guy which I liked. That turned me on so much. I work as a project manager in the health industry and to my surprise an opportunity came up within my department to go to London for a job for 6 months. Apart from the opportunity professionally, it was a possibility to meet the man I had been chatting too online. But also have the safeguard of if it didn’t work out or his was a sham, I was there for other reasons. I told the guy about this in our chats (let’s call him Dave) and Dave seemed keen. Dave was saying I could stay with him, but I didn’t want to take the risk it didn’t work out and I was stuck in a difficult situation or worse, out on the street. Besides, work was paying for my accommodation. But Dave was happy to help me find a place within walking distance of his place. That was perfect. Soon enough I was on the flight and Dave was going to meet me at the airport and take me to my place. Again, I was prepared to get off the flight to find it was all a rouse. Regardless, I was rock hard leaking cum the entire flight lol. It’s middle of the day on Friday and after clearing customs and getting my bags, I came out and to my surprise there was Dave waiting for me. He was sexier than his pics had shown, and I was quite surprised. A smile came across his face as he walked up to me and right there in front of everyone, he kisses me like a long-lost lover. What a welcome! He took one of my bags for me and grabbed my other hand as he led me out of the terminal to his car. After putting the bags in the back of the car he grabbed me and pushed me against the car and kissed me for a few minutes without stopping and I could feel his crotch harden along with mine. As he breaks the kiss, he just looks me in the eyes and says, “welcome babe”. It takes about half an hour to drive to my apartment. The whole drive we rest our hands on out rock-hard crotches, kissing at every red light. When we get to my apartment, he helps with the bags and after getting the keys organized, we are in my new apartment for the next 6 months. Dave starts kissing me again and then asks, “which bag has the essentials? Get cleaned out because I don’t know how long I will last. I haven’t cum in almost a week waiting for you”. I quickly get my travel douche out and race to the bathroom to make sure I am pristine for my new man. I come out of the bathroom into the kitchen and before I can even suggest anything, David is all over me kissing me again. Soon enough he stops and says, “fuck, I can’t hold out any longer.” And he turns me around, pulls the back of my pants down to reveal my jock strap. Unzips his pants and I feel his 7” cock pop out and hit my arse cheek. Without a second of waiting he spits on his hand, lubes his cock and slides right in raw and balls deep. Just the way I like it. “It won’t take long – sorry” is all he says before I hear him start to grunt and groan and I feel the tell-tale sensation of my arse being filled with what must be one of the biggest loads I have ever taken. Dave starts to kiss the back of my neck but stays hard and inside me. Slowly starting to fuck again, he says, “told you I’d been holding out for you. Already got another on the way.” And he proceeds to then passionately fuck me for another ten minutes before dropping another huge load in me. He then pops out and I feel a couple of globs of his seed drip down my inner thighs as he does. Without the time to even pull my pants up he turns me around and just starts kissing me again for an easy 5 minutes straight. I hadn’t even made it to the bedroom (let alone seen it) but I didn’t care. This was the welcome any bottom dreams of. We finally take a breath and David says, “I just had to be the first seed in you. The first of many I have planned for my man”. I start unpacking and Dave stays the rest of the day helping me. Stopping every now and then to text someone and kiss and cuddle in between. To say there was a connection would be an understatement. If I was to be honest, it was love at first load for me. We finally order pizza for dinner and Dave leans in and kisses me after and slides his hands down the back of my pants and starts to finger my hole. “You still wet and primed babe? Cause I got a special delivery coming over for my man to make sure he gets everything he wanted from this trip”. As he fingers me, I feel some cum leak out and I guess that answered his question. “Good, now get those pants off, go into the bedroom and get on the bed on all fours in just your jock strap. I have a few close friends coming over I promised could give you a few extra welcome deposits. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole-time babe. They will be here any minute”. I love he calls me babe. “Do you trust your man?” and I respond “absolutely”. “The go in and put a blind fold on. These are good mates of mine and they like anonymous. I will look after you.” I am so turned on I do exactly as Dave says and within minutes of getting into the bedroom and in position, I hear the buzzer and Dave telling someone to come up. A few minutes later I hear Dave talking to 2-3 other men. I can’t tell how many to be precise, but it is definitely two others. They all come into the room, and I hear them undressing and then I feel Dave’s face slide under mine, and he says, “this is for us both babe” and he is kissing me upside down now. I am assuming from what I feel that I am on all fours with my arse over one side of the bed and Dave is on his back with his face under mine and his legs over the other edge of the bed. Dave then says to the guys “give it your best shot boys”. And no sooner is he saying that than I am feeling a thick mushroom head at my hole. In one push his cock is balls deep in me. It must be a good 8” and he just stays there to let me adjust for a few seconds before pulling all the way out again. I feel some of Dave's seed escape as he does and he laughs out loud and says, “mate your still in there”. Dave chuckles under my face and kisses me and says, “yeah babe. That’s all me for now, but not for long”. I feel Dave's head moving slightly and realize that the other guy is doing the same to Dave. The guys are both fucking each of us for around ten minutes. The whole time Dave is kissing me and telling me how much this is meant to be. I hear the guy in me say, “you close? I’m close man” and the other guy says, “yeah man, let’s do it” and I feel my guy speed up and then the tell-tale sound of them both grunting and groaning as we both get flooded by their seed. The guy that just flooded my hole then says, “stay there boys. Give us 5 mins and we will switch. Need to share and make sure each of you get both our kids in you”. I feel Daves hands on the sides of my face as he passionately kisses me and keeps saying, “this is for both of us. I want you to have everything you desire”. It is not long before the guys have swapped positions, and our holes are again being fucked. The second time is a little longer, but sure enough in no time the tell-tale grunts and groans as they are both flooding us with their seed. After the second load, one guy says, “good, text us Dave as we discussed”. Within minutes I hear the door to the apartment close and Dave gets out from under me, and I take the blindfold off. Dave then gets in next to me and asks, “how was that for a welcome to London?”. I am literally in heaven at this point. I am in bed with a sexy man, full of his seed and a few others. I respond, “perfection. It’s Friday night. I hope you are staying”. “Of course, babe, all weekend if you let me”. We kiss and lay there making out for about an hour. Dave gets up and gets us both a drink and I follow him into the kitchen. “It was so hot you are doing this for both of us” I say. Dave kisses me again and then hugs me holding me close saying, “I did this for you and me, and you should know by this how much I want you”. “Tell all” I say as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “Well, I have known them both for quite some time. About 12 months ago they both tested poz from a dirty anonymous gang bang weekend away. With everything you and I chatted about online, I knew I wanted to share something special with you. So, I asked them if they had started meds yet and both had no and had high viral loads. I told them you were coming and asked if they would consider sharing their poz babies with us both, so we could get poz together. But also know we had the same poz babies in us. That’s why I needed them to both seed us each.” I was shocked. But in a good way. “You did this for us?”. “Yep, you and me babe. I wanted us to take this journey together. I hope you are ok with this. Based on your messages and chats, this is what you wanted. I thought I could give you this and a boyfriend.” I lean in and kiss him like I have never kissed someone before. I look him in the eyes and respond, “if it takes babe, maybe even husband”. To be continued.
    18 points
  2. 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…
    11 points
  3. 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!
    9 points
  4. 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.”
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  5. been thinking about my raw cock sliding against the unprotected walls of a good bottom so much today
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  6. Chapter 5: Poor Unfortunate Soul I couldn't stop watching. I've never seen Paul so submissive. He's the top of the couple, and he told me he never had any intention of getting fucked. Instead, he's moaning like a bitch, his eyes rolled back, and his ass moving on the priest's big cock, wanting it more and more. Father John mounts him like a bull, digging his nails into his smooth, round, white butt of a young rugby player, and pulls him onto his cock. Paul screams in pain for a moment, but it quickly turns to pleasure again. I see blood coming from the flesh, Father John has literally dug his claws into my poor boy's ass. And he lets it happen. I'm paralyzed with terror and disgust, Father Paul's blue eyes were filled with evil lust. As if sensing my presence, he turns abruptly to the window. He sees me and smiles evilly. He starts fucking Paul even more brutally. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, so he takes it off. He reveals a perfect body for a man his age. Muscular, tanned, thick white hair everywhere. He has a huge tattoo on his back: a pentagram, and in the center the biohazard symbol. I recognize that symbol immediately. I know it means HIV. I start screaming, telling Paul to stop. Father John looks at me and laughs, my screams are drowned out by his laughter and Paul's groans. I run to the front door, Luka, who has been standing next to me the whole time, tries to stop me. "It's too late for your boyfriend. Soon he will be one of them. One of us." Upon hearing this sentence, a primal rage takes hold of me, and I punch Luka in the face, who faints on the floor. I enter the house, I run to our bedroom: Father John, standing, with his back to me. His dirty tattoo moves in rhythm, as he fucks my boy. Paul is lying on the bed, his moans are fainter, he is exhausted. The sheets are soaked in his blood, Father John continues to keep his claws in his round ass. "Leave my boy alone, asshole! You disgusting monster!" Father John turns calmly, as he continues to fuck him. "Paul, my beloved, do you want me to stop?" Paul opens his eyes with difficulty, and can only whisper "N-no... please.... don't stop...." "Paul, your boyfriend is here, maybe we should stop" he continues to say with that evil grin plastered on his face. "N-no...I want you....I don't give a damn about him....I love you...." Hearing those words, Father John starts to fuck harder: "Oh yeah? You love me? Do you know that your loser boyfriend is watching us now?" "Y-yes, he finally sees me enjoying myself" "I'm going to make you become like me, boy. Do you want to sacrifice your life to the purest and darkest pleasure?" "YES MY LORD" "Let my poison pervade every cell of your body, and you will finally be free! HAIL DARK LORD, I GIVE YOU ANOTHER LOST SOUL" They both explode in an incredible orgasm. Blood, cum and sweat merge with their bodies. And I can't help but watch. My poor Paul.
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  7. Why is the feel of ass seldom described in detail? Because for many, any sex that’s not prescribed by the Judeo-Christian culture is highly unorthodox. I think we’ve heard gays being called ‘cock suckers’, but in Taxi Zum Klo, we were also called arschfickers, or fudge packers. I think it’s something to be proud of, being an ass fucker? I have, to my knowledge, never fucked a virgin, untried and untested fuckhole. I would love to try out the feel of a tight hole, ready for the plunder. However, truthfully, love a well-experienced mankunt…and like any well-seasoned man ass, it’s capable of self-lubrification. All it takes is a helping hand in the shape of a tongue full of spit. Just get it up inside, and you can feel how warm and enveloping that man hole can be, if you can slowly lick and spit on that ring to get it to open. Hearing the appreciative moans and deep masculine growls is thanks enough.
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  8. 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.
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  9. Man I love flip fucking especially. And if a guy insists on condoms I offer up a bare blowjob. There hasn't been a cock yet I wasn't happy to suck. And over time "I have a particular set of skills....." 🙂 It didn't take too long in my adult life to toss back to the intended insult "cocksucker!!!" my "you bet your ass" response.
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  10. 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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  11. I’m thinking about getting a PA. What do other pierced tops think? Does it enhance the fuck? My boy, Drew can’t wait for me to fuck him after I’ve had it done. Also what’s the recovery like? I mean before I can fuck him.
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  12. Well no “government” is not ruining everything…. Past federal governments have done wonderful things (social security, Medicare, Medicaid… air traffic controllers… food safety… drug safety… national weather forecasters…foreign aid… the coast guard…. The military - when properly lead keeping us safe…. The voting rights act and civil rights act…. It’s a long list of vitally important rules, regulations, and enforcement that the government HAS done… to protect all of us, and make our lives better it is THIS federal government that is ruining everything through their massive hypocrisy… they believe in “personal independence” unless you are a woman or trans person seeking medical aid…. they believe in “freedom of speech” unless your speech includes words like “gay, black, woman, color, diversity, ….. I could go on, but I am already on enough blood pressure medication….
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  13. Oh no I absolutely believe very few, if any, of the guys here would have voted for him. And I am sure many voted just because he wasn't Kamala Harris (and what a fucking devil's choice - die fast or die slow territory). But I do wonder at some of the rampant idiocy - the lack of understanding of basic concepts such as who actually pays for tariffs, to use just one example. I don't think he's just trying to destroy the USA - look at how he's treating Ukraine and the wider Europe. His throwaway comment about no members of NATO coming to the US's aid if needed - for anyone not aware, the *only* time since the forming of NATO that article 5 [basically, the "harm one, harm all, come to our aid" rule] was invoked was after 9/11 - and yes, it was the USA who invoked it. And NATO responded, and all the while he's cosying up to Putin. It isn't a great look from outside. Then the threats to sovereign countries like Canada and Greenland... yeah it's a fucking mess right now and all he will achieve is members of the EU becoming closer and moving away from the US. Here in the UK there is already movement to move away from predominantly US-dominated tech. It's at the "what could we do?" stage, but I suspect it will grow some momentum over the next few months. And that will only harm the big IT players like Microsoft, Google, Amazon, Meta etc etc.
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  14. 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.
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  15. Pics of the silver fox Adam please. 🐷
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  16. Plenty of men have walked up to me in a bar, handed me an empty beer bottle, and ask me to fill it.
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  17. You're not just kidding ... I blame (well, in part) the public educational system. I don't believe they teach critical thinking in public schools anymore; if they did, more of these young folks would have the tools to smell bullshit and refuse to vote for it. There's another factor that may be in play, namely an undue emphasis on allowing ourselves to be defined by how much "stuff" we own, rather than what kind of human being do we want to be. That might be because "values" are too concentrated on "stuff", as opposed to values. Integrity, honor, the things that create self-worth are simply not being taught, and there's a price to be paid for that error. That said, my mind boggles as well - how on earth could this idiot have actually been elected ??? I know that societies rise, societies fade, but I'm not ready quite yet, dammittall.
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  18. I'd argue much as others do that the other party's relationship is their issue, not mine. Whether they're open or cheating really doesn't make any difference to me as much as it might their partner. I'd rather have an open relationship. If the inclination is that I'd want some spice and variety besides my partner, perhaps even threesome play. Being with someone you know is cheating as a bit of a [banned word] element to it that makes the sexual tension all the hotter. And I've cheated before, but it was largely because I found the other person to be a cute diversion and we knew it was hot and sexual, and those were things I wasn't getting from my relationship at that time. There was so much pressure on taking things into a marriage while glossing over the obvious problems that were there, and ultimately I just ended things rather than banging my head against a wall to make my partner understand that we weren't in tune with each other. And by that point, I was leaving that relationship regardless of whether there was another relationship (including the person I cheated with), and that was the right decision. We had chemistry when things were on the DL that no longer existed when we weren't. As hot as the cheating sex was, it wasn't a foundation for anything more. "Casual sex is an empty experience, but as far as empty experiences go, it's one of the better ones." - paraphrasing Woody Allen.
    2 points
  19. That's such a hot chapter, but I couldn't help but shoot yet another load today after reading this chapter and the previous one.
    2 points
  20. @Bokkierob I have never once regretted getting my PA piercing fifteen years ago. Does it enhance the fuck? Yes but not always, but after a few months of getting familiar with PA jewelry you'll be able to put it in, take it out however you wish. The hole becomes permanent after a few uninterrupted months. Most piercers will put something like a 12 or 10 g in to start and best you keep that one in place for every bit of three months. You'll heal up in a day or two. Your own urine which might as well be sterile (to you) flushes it regularly. The little sting from those early peeing for me felt fantastic. Nothing severe, just a nice reminder slight sting. That's over by day 2. I can never answer for someone else what they "should" do. Make your own decision. But my experience was fantastic. Compared to any other piercing this was the easiest.
    2 points
  21. Let me know if there’s any interest to keep this going!
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  22. I guess my date pictures all sort of look alike as I look at them…
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  23. It had better be because I'm already 0dreaming of the two lovers & their poz adventures together 🤣🤣🤣.
    2 points
  24. I think Dean knows he just got over the fuck flu. Very interesting story so far. I think Dean plans on Pozzing his friend and freeing him to start his life over again. It's going to be an amazing ride for him.
    2 points
  25. I need to find the courage to do this. I'm 90% there. Several times, I've been handed a beer bottle obviously full of piss, and have proudly and openly drunk it in front of everyone at the bar. Handed it back to him and asked for a refill. But never walked up to a guy in a bar with an empty bottle of my own and a thirsty determination. Challenge accepted
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  26. Not room service but did suck the front desk guy off once. Had checked in around 5, unpacked went to get some dinner. Came back and jumped on Grindr. Around 9 saw front guy show up on there. I hit him up, sent my face, said he'd checked me in and asked if he wanted a bj. He said ya, but had to be quick, I said no prob. Said he'd be up when he could get away for a few. Sure enough aftter a while knock on the door. He had a tv remote with him, saying it was a good excuse to go to a room. I hit my knees and go to work. Nice 6 in cut cock. Stroking his balls, working his head.... after a couple minutes he's flooding my mouth than back down to the front desk. Only ever time I was successful. I've been naked in my room and walked in on a few times by the cleaning staff, never got any action.
    2 points
  27. I hope you did it and made them drink it all in front of you, in front of the whole bar.
    2 points
  28. That's one of those twisted things I have always dreamt of doing 🤤
    2 points
  29. Bottoms pissing themselves while being fucked. Gets me every time.
    2 points
  30. 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.
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  31. 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.
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  32. 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
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  33. PART 2: his tight pink hole his twitching as he pushes it towards me, with his Doe eyes, says, daddy, can can I call u daddy? I say, of course son, cuz after I slide my cock in your hole you will be my son. Just remember to breath, I spit on his poz pre cummed hole and let the tip pop in, he yelps but is followed by a cute moan that made my cock throb so I say, buckle up and slam in balls deep. This time it's a loud shout then I gag his mouth he looks back and mumbles, do it daddy. So i start relentlessly pound is hole. It was so tight it grabbed on my cock every time I pulled halfway put it was gripped, I pull the gag out and pit my arm around his neck and pull him to my face and start kissing his soft lips. He tastes like jolly ranchers lol every thrust in is a short cute boy moan. And then he says, daddy I'm cumming omg hos legs shake uncontrollably as I continue pounding. His uncut cock still drips cum. As my cock throbs and gets harder I say, he comes that load baby. U go balls deep past that second ring and shoot ropes into his guts. As we both moan in pure passion. I colape on top of him. As he pants like a dog. I just grin and start making out with him. My cock still inside his now gapped hole. I grab for by butt plug and pull out but replace my toxic cock with a decent plug and the boy yelps again but then immediately starts shooting another load and burst out into legs shakes again and the sounds he made got me hard again. As he looks up at me I nod and he starts sucking my cock. Mmmm yea boy your mine now. Wana get a room? My treat? He nods yes. What he doesn't know yet is I gotta get my tox friend or 2 to try him out. After this blow job il mention it. Or should I not? To be continued
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  34. Fuck everyone who voted for Trump!
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  35. @Medwaym Wouldn't be one of my stories with it, lol @nymidtowneast Who knows? Lots of characters in play in the later chapters. @PozBearWI Definitely one of several possibilities I had written down @BoYGaSM Who knows.... not me.... 😛 @LthrRaw Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely where I am going with the story. @curiousaboutbb Sorry, was busy last week and this. Just got a chance to finish the chapter. @pozpopperpig Sorry for the delay. Hope this chapter is up to par. @leatherpunk16 Yeah, I try to be as complete on my scene building and mapping out what the character is doing as I can. There will be a few twists, that can be certain. 😉 Sorry for the delay this week. Had to work extra and just got a day off today. Hope everyone enjoys! And as always, don't hesitate to make suggestions or guesses. Never know what might be correct or added to the story. 🙂 ---------------- Lesson 5: The Seed- Finding Purpose and Happiness in Life and Work Quickly, I shoved the cash quickly back into the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket before walking into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Turning my attention to the box of cigars, I took it out and quickly counted how many there were. Taking in the dark brown sticks, clad in a bright red wrapper and a scorpion on the side, I did a quick bit of mental math. I would have to smoke at least 3 a day to finish them in a week. Looking over at the clock, which now proudly said 12:07, I looked around for the list left by my parents, inwardly glad there would plenty of time to get everything done, smoke the first cigar, and then get ready for the dinner tonight. I worked quickly in silence, vaguely aware at the slick damp feeling in my asscrack as two fresh poz loads slowly seeped out of the abused remains of my ass. Satisfied the dishes were loaded and running, the laundry was collected and running, and making a quick run around downstairs with the small vacuum my mom kept in the kitchen, I then sat down at the kitchen table before pulling out the first cigar. Previously, Mike and Greg had either given me their already prepared cigars, or in the case of today, an already prepared unlit one. My memory quickly went back to watching them cut and prep them the night before. Still slightly unsure, I decided to turn to the internet, hoping there would be decent instructions on how to cut it. As soon as I opened my phone, a sudden ding of a new message caused me to nearly drop it. Just as Greg had promised, it was a group text with a picture of me in the sling. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I look so fucking hot. There on the screen was me, legs up in the air with a gaping open asshole, glossy white cum drooling out of the wrecked remains of my tight asshole, and my freshly shot load sprayed across my face and chest. The look on my face was one I had seen a few times on a porn of someone after a hard fucking; eyes slightly glazed, face flushed, and a trail of cigar smoke drifting up from the short cigar nub sticking out of my jaw. I really did looked like a freshly fucked whore on one of the BDSM sites I had checked out on a whim one night a year or two ago. Instantly, I felt my dick get harder and my asshole got a slight ache, reminding me of the fun I had just had. I eventually had to shake myself out of it as I saw the tell-tale bubble with three dots appear as Mike typed out his reply. Damn! I missed you smoking your first full cigar! Mike’s message popped up quickly, followed by, You look so fucking sexy boy! Wish I could have stayed and fed you more. Feeling myself blush slightly, I could only muster a quick thanks, before minimizing the text and going to the web, looking up quickly how to properly cut a cigar. Following the instructions to the letter, I cut the cigar, and hoping it was correct, swept the remains of the cigar’s cap into my hand, as I learned it was called. Tossing the bits of tobacco into the trash, I grabbed the lighter and stepped out the back door into my yard, shoving my phone into my pocket. “Jesus…” I groaned to myself, as the heat and humidity hit me with actual physical force, the epitome of the midwestern summer, “It’s like the ass crack of Stan today." Slowly, I trudged towards the woods lining our property line, cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. I was hoping that maybe in the shade, it would be better to smoke the cigar, knowing that if I were to try and smoke it in the sun, I’d likely melt or die of heat exhaustion. There was only some relief as I stepped into the shade, making my way deeper into the woods. Growing up, I was thankful that there was a park so close to our house, with just a 5 minute walk through the woods to reach the path. Today I was actually equally glad, though I guess for a different reason. Eventually I reached about 2/3 of the way to the park path, finally cooling off in the shade of the trees and sitting on the trunk of an old fallen tree. Thankfully it was probably a good ten degrees cooler under the trees. Sitting down, I slowly let myself catch my breath, realizing that the short walk in the humidity had actually taken my breath away somewhat. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I contemplated what to do next for a moment. Should I light the cigar first, then take a selfie, or take it while? Quickly, I decided on the former, and thinking back to what Greg had done, I lit my lighter and held the flame under the foot of the cigar. I slowly began to puff on it, rotating it between puffs. Instinctively, I felt my dick begin to harden. Satisfied I had it lit, I took it out of my mouth, looking at the end of the cigar. Thankfully, it was fully lit, with an even bright red cherry across the foot as the internet had instructed. Shoving it back in my mouth, I began to puff on it. Looking around, I took in the quiet scenery, while slowly rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie before sending it to the group text. Horny, I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my dick, as I puffed on the large cigar in my mouth. A quick sound of a twig breaking caused me to suddenly rocket upright and look around, afraid someone had somehow came upon me while feeling myself up half naked in the woods. My heart started beating hard as I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, like a scared kid who had just had his parents walk in on him. However, I saw nothing there. No person telling me off, not even an animal. Letting out a sigh of relief, I let out a large cloud of smoke I hadn’t even been aware of sucking in. Suddenly, the sound of my phone dinging caused me to jump. Quickly, I opened the phone and looked at the screen. Fuck yeah, good to see you’re an eager smoke pig, Greg had replied, quickly followed by a grinning devil. Soon after I got a message from Mike, I want you make sure to suck that thick smoke down. Feed those lungs and make your daddies proud. Still feeling slightly jumpy for no reason, I slowly began to walk through the woods, puffing on the cigar and sucking in most of the smoke, only occasionally coughing slightly from the strong smoke. Time flew by rather quickly as I was quickly over half way done smoking the cigar. The whole time, my cock was hard and throbbing in my shorts, the feeling of the rough fabric of the jock rubbing against my cock head slowly driving me crazy. Suddenly, a somewhat wicked thought crossed my mind, and switching to my camera app, I pulled my pants and the jock back down, before posing with my cock in hand. Moving the cigar to the corner of my mouth, I eventually got the phone positioned down and took a quick video of me sucking in a large draw on the cigar, while slowly jacking my cock, before groaning out a cloud of smoke. I then sent the short clip to Greg and Mike, and walked over to a tree and leaned against it, smoking more and working my cock, occasionally spitting on my cock and using it as lube. Feeling more and more horny, reached around to my hole with a free hand and slowly began to finger myself. Eventually I looked down at my feet when I noticed the used condom. The sight surprised me at first. I had heard of rumors that guys would hook up in the woods in the park, but growing up, I’d never seen any evidence of it before. Moving it slightly with my foot, I had to admit I was impressed. Not only did it look to be a magnum, but whoever it belonged to must cum by the bucketful, as the condom looked almost more like a water balloon. My mind began to wander, imaging myself in the woods late at night bent over and taking a load from this mysterious stranger when my phone dinged again. Pulling out my fingers from my well fucked hole, I pulled the mostly smoked cigar from my mouth, and then stuck the cum coated digits into my mouth, enjoying the taste of poz cum on my tongue before looking at my messages. Hot fucking neg smoker pig. Thinking of us breeding you while you haul on that cigar? Mike asked, before a picture of his hard dick showed on my screen. Next, Greg’s message came across the screen. Can’t wait to lock that cock of yours up and make you go beg for loads from random strangers like a proper cumdump. No loads refused. Fuck that sounds hot, I replied, jerking my cock faster as I imagined exactly that. A random group of faceless men all lined up to take a turn at my hole, bent over a fallen tree as I smoked a fat cigar. In my imagination, one of the guys fucking me leaned over before growling in my ear “Fucking take my diseased load, whore,“ and then with one final slam, the guy buried himself deep in my ass and flooded it with his cum. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten up before shooting a massive load on the ground. As I continued shooting, I felt myself drawing hard on the cigar, desperate to feed my lungs the smoke. Breathlessly, I felt my whole lower abdomen shudder as the aftershock of my ejaculation shook my body. Pulling the mostly smoked cigar out of my mouth, I dropped it on the ground before crushing it under my foot. Slowly I let myself recover, amazed at how hard and how much cum I had shot at the idea of being a whore in the park at night. Spent and feeling slightly boneless, I pulled my pants and jock back up, not bothering to wipe the remaining cum from my cock before trudging back through the woods back to my house. ——— Dinner was a boring affair as always. Mom gushing about my sister and her impending wedding plans near the end of the summer. Endless questions about caterers and flowers and the invitations. My brother, dad and fiancé heatedly talked about whatever team they were wanting to go to the Super Bowl, and other statistics, with me just agreeing in a bored tone of voice with whatever thing my dad would ask me for agreement about the college team at my school. Unfortunately, our family had a strict no cellphones at the table rule. Eventually my attention turned to the hot waiter at the other tables, my mind fantasizing about the sizable bulge in his pants. Imagining what we would do, how he’d compare to Greg and Mike, what his status might be. “Everything ok sweetheart,” my mother suddenly asked, drawing my attention away from my thoughts suddenly. “Huh?” I asked, not really registering what she had asked. “God, why can’t you act like you want to be here Riley,” my sister pouted, crossing her arms across her chest and her voice getting into that fake annoying high pitched she’d use while we were kids to get sympathy from my parents, “You just can’t stand not being the center of attention for once, can you? Just out to ruin everything of mine!” “Uh… No…,” I replied, perplexed at the sudden childish behavior coming from her, not seeing one of her tantrums for years, “What’s your problem?” “Jen, baby, he’s probably just tired from mowing those yards today,” her fiancé replied in a sickly sweet tone, apparently used to this behavior and trying to calm her down. For a second, I was going to thank him for his stepping in. And then I realized I’d forgotten his name. Erin… Erin… something with a E, I thought to myself, my mind struggling to remember it. “Yeah, sorry Jen, just tired. It was just really hot today,” I said lamely, as I mouthed a thank you as my sister turned away, pouting like a child, “What was the question?” “Marcus was just asking if you got your tux yet for the wedding next month,” my mom said with a sigh, rubbing her hand on my sister’s back trying to calm her down before she got up and stormed off, my mother following quickly behind. “Oh, um, yeah,” I said mentally kicking myself at still getting the guys name wrong, “I’ll pick it up next week. Sorry.” “No worries man, she’s just worried about everything being perfect for the wedding,” Marcus replied, shooting a warm smile at me and looking directly in my eyes, “Let me know when you get it done and I’ll make sure Jen gets the message.” I shuffled slightly in my seat, suddenly keenly aware that Marcus was actually not bad looking, and my jock was definitely rubbing on my semi hard cock again. Thankfully the check for dinner came shortly after, and one quiet car ride later, I went upstairs and changed to my preferred tank top and basketball shorts. The sun was finally down, and the temperature, although still muggy, was now decent. Looking at my phone, I was actually somewhat sad that there was still no reply after the afternoon’s events from Greg or Mike. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop and slowly started scrolling through several porn sites, making sure the volume was off as I browsed, hearing my brother’s tv from the other room through the paper thin walls. Leaning over the side of the bed, I dug through my backpack before finally finding my wireless earbuds. Putting them in and connecting them to the laptop, I slowly started skimming porn, not really finding much to interest me. I sat there for a second, frustrated, before deciding on a whim starting a search for things like poz and bug chasing. Several videos later, I felt my dick throbbing hard, and my balls ached for release. Looking over at the clock, I suddenly realized it was now 11pm, and pulling out one of the earbuds, listened for any sounds. All that met me was the muted sounds of my brother snoring in the other room, and the dull sound of waves from my parent’s white noise machine. Leaning back over the edge of the bed again, I pulled out from under the bed the lighter and one of cigars, thankfully already prepped earlier while I was still alone in the house. Quietly, I went downstairs, before slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and making my way into the woods, thankful for the nearly full moon lighting my way. Satisfied I was out of sight from my house, I quickly got the cigar lit and started walking towards the park path, knowing that I could use the light from one of the street lamps along it for the photo. Slowly I trudged through the deeper part of the woods, using my phone’s flashlight to light the way as I quietly puffed away on the cigar, occasionally inhaling hard and enjoying seeing the large cloud of smoke coming out of me. Finally, I made it to the path, and made my way to one of the benches. Sitting down, I took a quick shot of myself, spreading my legs and puffing on the cigar before taking the picture and sending it. I sat there for a few minutes smoking in silence, waiting for a reply before finally guess that Greg and Mike had to be in bed. After a few minutes, I noticed two guys briefly make eye contact with me before suddenly walking off the path and into the dark woods. Amused, I knew immediately that this had to be where the rumors of people cruising the park and fucking in it at night came from. Curious, I wondered to myself if one of them was Mr. Big Shot, as I had nicknamed the mystery guy who had filled the condom in my mind. Slowly I let my hand drift to my crotch and occasionally rubbed it when someone came walking down the path, quickly making eye contact with me. I straightened up out of reflex, sitting properly on the bench. The man was dressed somewhat similar to me, with black hair, and a baseball cap on backwards, a slight beard on his face. Thinner than me but taller. Easily 10 years older. Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white pack of cigarettes. Expertly, he flipped the pack open and bringing it to his lips before closing the box again and putting it in his pocket. Patting his pockets, he let out a muttered curse before walking up to me. “Hey man, got a light” he asked, his voice deep. I wordlessly reached into my pocket before pulling out the lighter and handed it to him. I watched as his quickly lit up and took a deep drag on the cigarette before tilting his head back and blowing out a huge cloud of smoke with a sigh. “Fuck I needed that,” he said, handing me back the lighter, “Thanks man.” “Um, sure,” I said, unsure what to say and feeling suddenly horny watching the guy hauling the smoke in, “No problem.” “Why don’t we walk together and I’ll give you a proper thank you,” he asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants as my my cock threatened to pop out of the jock. “Uh… I… sure,” I said, making it sound more like a question instead of an answer. Getting up, I followed behind the man as we suddenly took a sharp right off the path, working deeper into the woods, with only the faint light from the lamp post and the moonlight to lead the way. Unsure if this would be ok, I contemplated texting Mike and Greg to get permission, but then the fact they were likely asleep crossed my mind again. I stopped myself and thought back to the texts earlier in the day. They seemed keen to the idea of me getting fucked by strangers. But still, a part of me wanted to make sure. Thankfully, the guy didn’t leave me of a choice as he suddenly stopped and turned around, pulling my pants and jock down and giving my dick a few tugs. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me getting a random blowjob. “Nice piece of meat there, man,” he said, and suddenly he was kneeling down on the ground, and after taking a hard drag on the cigarette, began to immediately deep throat my dick. I fought the urge to start moaning as I let the guy go to town, sucking my cock. Occasionally, he’d pull off before taking a huge draw on the cigarette before going back to sucking me hard. I stood there and tried to hold off on cumming, enjoying the feeling of his throat hugging my dick as I began to match each deep draw on the cigar with his cigarette. Slowly my free hand drifted the back of his head, gently guiding him how fast and slow I wanted him to go before finally I felt myself getting close. “Fuck, I’m getting close, man,” I groaned quietly, feeling the load building in my balls. Suddenly, he pulled off, and slowly started working my cock, delaying me. “Suck me off after,” he asked, moving his hand up and down as he took another drag off the cigarette. “Yeah man,” I groaned, wanting to feel the release of of my load. Suddenly, he dove down on my cock and started sucking it hard and fast, quickly making me shoot. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking every last drop of my cum out and swallowing it. I could only hold the back of his head to keep him from moving as I puffed hard and fast on my cigar as I kept pumping shot after shot down his throat. Finally, he began to tap on the front of my thighs, and pulled my quickly softening cock out of his mouth. “Tasty load, guy,” he said, flicking the spent cigarette off into the dark as he stood up, “Mind if I smoke that while you suck me? That thing smells awesome.” I nodded, giving him the mostly smoked cigar and watched as he immediately started hauling on the cigar while pulling his pants down, surprisingly not wearing any underwear. I let him slowly push my head down to his cock and I began to suck it, hoping I would be able to fit the large member into my mouth. Looking up at his stomach, I noticed a few tattoos, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out much. Languidly, he began to fuck my mouth, holding both hands on my head as he took long strokes in and out of my mouth, all the while taking hard hauls on the cigar. Slowly I worked my hand up to his asshole, surprised to find it slick. “Yeah, got a several anon loads at the toilets earlier,” he chuckled, “Hope you don’t mind.” I began to finger him with first one then several fingers, slowly working his prostate as his began to take irregular stocks. “Fuck yeah man,” he growled around the cigar, his grip on my hard tightening, “Work those loads in me and swallow my swimmers all down.” I could taste the precum flowing out of his cock as I worked his prostate even more. “Fuck, here’s it comes man,” he said, suddenly pulling back and jacking his surprisingly large dick out almost all the way, leaving only the head in my mouth, “Slurp my jizz down man!” Suddenly, he was cumming, quickly flooding my mouth as I struggled to swallow the massive amount of creamy cum as it felt like an endless stream of sperm shot out. Eventually, after several mouthfuls, he sighed and pulled out, wiping his dick along the side of my face. Pulling me up, he brought me close to him before taking a deep drag on the cigar, before locking lips with me and making out. We stood there for a few minutes, the taste of each others' loads and the smoke mixing on our entwined tongues before finally he pulled back. “Thanks for the light man,” he said, grinning as he suddenly pulled his pants up and began to walk off. “Thanks… you too,” I said breathlessly, still recovering from the high of what we had just done. “Hope I can catch you around, maybe drop a load in each other,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the cigarettes again, this time with using my spent cigar to light it as he walked off. Quietly, I pulled my pants up and after making sure I had my phone and lighter, I made my way back through the woods. I snuck back into the house and after putting my phone back on the charger, promptly passed out on my bed.
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  36. Well I wasn't expecting this story to be so popular so I guess I can give part 2 a shot! Hope you like it as much as the first part. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes 😅. Part 2 As I was getting dressed I felt that there was still cum on me in various spots clinging to my clothes. I can't stand the feeling so I quickly take them back off and decide to take a quick rinse. I set my clothes, gear, and phone in the corner and headed into the shower area. Unfortunately they weren't exactly private. "OH your still here nice!" I jumped thinking I was alone. "I'm just rinsing off and heading out" "Aww that's a shame my buddy just got here and when I told him about you he was pumped to get a turn" "Wait so you fucked me?" "Yeah, you were pretty popular had to wait my turn but damn was it worth it" "Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that wasn't something I had the choice of doing." I explained the situation to him, he seemed shocked and apologized for his part in it. All the while his cock came to life rock hard leaking a bit of precum from the story I told him. "I had no idea, I thought being bound and used was just a kink of yours" "Well it is, but in a controlled environment, I like to have some say" "I wanna make it up to you, I have a pair of cuffs that that you can have. They have a safety latch so you don't have to worry about a key. Whoever is with you can just push that latch and boom your free!" I thought about it a bit, and decided to take him up on his offer and take the cuffs as I left. "Okay let me just throw on my clothes my husband's waiting for me in the car so I'll just grab it and go." "You can put them on in my room, don't want to draw another crowd. Besides I wanna make sure my friend didn't run off with them already" Well hearing that made me nervous and to afraid to attract another crowd I listened, grabbed my clothes and phone and followed him thru a maze of rooms. "Here we are" He unlocked the door to let us in and I was surprised at how big the room was. I thought there was only small ones. More surprisingly tho the room had about 8-10 people fucking a bottom, he was surprisingly quite for the fucking he was receiving. "This our replacement bottom for the party?" A big burly bear type was steering at me strocking his big pierced cock. "No he just came for a little gift, he's tho one I was telling you about that was bound in the swing" "Fucking hot man, sure you don't want to have another go?" I told him I was fine that I needed to get back to the hubby, just wanted to take the cuffs and go. I couldn't stop looking at the fucking happening before me "Ahh well the cuffs are in one of those bags, here have a drink relax a little while he grabs it" He got up and handed me a bottle of gateraid. I contemplated it and figured I was extremely parched. So I walked over grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. I was alot more thirsty than I thought. He was grinning at me as I sat on the bed, I felt a bit light headed. "I need to get dressed my husband's waiting for me" "You sure I could really use a hole to shove this in" He was rubbing my thigh while stroking his cock. His hand started exploring my body working it's way to my hole. He started rubbing the entrance to my hole telling me how wet it is. I tried to push his hand away but he was to strong ans my energy was leaving me, what's going on? "Here let's lay you down and get you more comfortable, I'll just lay your things over here" He grabbed my clothes ans phone setting them next to the bed. Guys were starting to gather around me. "Found the cuffs, and the spreader bar!" The original guy came back over. "OH you change your mind?" I tried to tell him no but could only let out a mumble. "He took the whole bottle of G, so looks like we found our replacement bottom after all" I felt the bed shift as the husky man got between my legs. "Night night baby, well take good care of you" I heard the door open and a few more people walk in before I passed out. They grabbed the other drugged up bottom, and i later found out that they just layed him ass up in the dark rooms. They wasted no time getting me flipped over so I was face down ass up. They cuffed my hands behind my back, bound my legs in a spreader bar and propped my ass up with pillows. When they propped my ass up it let some cum and the end of a condom pop out. "OH hell yeah this ass is loaded and ready, go spread the word. Let everyone know we have ourselves a community cumdump" The burly guy lined his dick to my hole but before he could push in my phone started ringing. He looked over and saw it was my husband. He grabbed my phone ignored the call, then called him back with facetime. "Hey baby whats taking so long. Wait wtf is this" "Your boys a bit busy right now, he's taking a little nap, but me and the guys are gonna keep him company." "Hey you fuck leave him alone" He just ignored my husband's demands aimed the camera at my hole. He started scooping up the cum leaking from my ass with his PA before catching it on the condom sticking out. Then started pushing into my hole slowly. "Fuck this boy has a nice hole." "Please stop!" He ignored him again and just started Jack hammering my hole. You could see the loads trying to escape as he fucked me hard and deep. "Fuck here's another load for you boy!" He breed me deep slamming hard a few time to push it in as far as he could. My husband was quietly sobbing as he watched. "Tell you what, if you can cum before the next gut breeds him, well stop. If not. . ." He was grabbing a tripod and propping the phone so all you could see was a first person view of my ass getting fucked. The hubby could see the next guy lining up to fuck me. "So if you cum before my buddy here we'll stop, if not we give any ans everyone access to this hole. I want to see you jack it and shoot that load." He turned on the screen record function after saying that. "Okay please let him go after this." "Well you better hurry he's already picking up speed" My hubby angles his phone and pulled out his dick, jacking furiously, watching my hole get used and getting more and more turned on "Fuck take this load bitch!" "Damn looks like you couldn't cum in time, but you gave it a good shot so I'll give you another chance" "Thank you, I'm so close" The next guy was already entering my hole he was big. The camera didn't show it but he also had a biohazard tatt about his dick "Alright final chance" They were racing, my top fucking my ass like he was trying to break it. My hubby vigorously stroking trying to cum before my top breed me "Fuck here it cums, fuck ahhhhhhh. Take that dirty cum bitch" With that my husband shot his load all over himself. Shooting one of his biggest loads. "Damn that was a nice load boy but . . ." My top pulled out and you could see a stream of cum pouring from my hole "You were a little to late" The next guy was already fucking me. "But you gave me one hell of a show, tell you what, come back inside. If you can find us another bottom he's all yours. Ill keep the call going to help you on your hunt bjt the conversation ends here. I have a hole to breed" With that my husband had no choice he started to wipe the cum off of himself and found himself getting turned on again seeing the husky guy line up with my hole before plunging balls deep. Possible part 3 coming depending on how you guys like this
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  37. I love watching a guy take a piss enema. I've never been able to give one, either I'm too hard to piss or too soft to penetrate, I did watch a guy empty into a bottom whom I subsequently fucked, while the piss stayed in. When I finished, the bottom made a beeline for the bathroom because he couldn't hold it anymore. I was surprised he didn't leak much.
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  38. When Jon was gone, Latino boy walked over to the park. He told Christian to finish drinking the drink he gave to him when he saw some still in the bottle and didn’t talk much the rest of the walk until they found a public bathroom. There were 10 urinals and 10 stalls lined up against two facing walls and in the middle was sink with many faucets lined up on both sides of a low diving wall. They found a cute young black boy at the sink cleaning off his dick at the faucet. Latino boy led Christian to the stall right behind the black boy and he sat down on the seat and told Christian to strip. Latino boy grabbed Christian’s clothes and made a roll and threw it on the filthy floor between his feet. Christian put his knees on his clothes and stared up at Latino boy with admiration and hunger. Latino boy could tell the gee he gave to Christian was working very well mashing Christian’s mind with sexual hunger and be completely under the his control. Latino boy exchanged looks with the black boy and saw the black boy was fully grown male in spite of his boyish look. Latin boy signaled the black boy to watch and he lowed his gaze to Christian and smiled down at him and the boy just melted down into Latin boy’s arms, Latin boy hugged Christian and turned him around and sat him on his cock. Once he felt the cock head pop in, Christian was on auto-pilot mode to fuck himself deep and hard bouncing like a little bunny. The large bathroom was filled with the sound of a wet pussy slapping on Latin man’s legs and moaning of the asian boy. And occasional popping noise of the cock leaving that tight hole as the boy bounced off little too much then yelp from the boy followed by another pop as the boys body took the cock right back in with urgency til the lips of his pussy was smack kissed by hairy balls of Latino man. While the asian bunny pussy boy did his thing on his cock, latino boy pulled out prepared needle for his bunny and a pipe, He asked the black boy if he wants to smoke and the boy nodded while his eyes were locked on the asian bunny who was oblivious to the world except the sexual need of his hole and the cock that the hole worshipped. Come and help me give the boy his hits first then you can smoke too. The black boy came and stood in front of them with his hard cock angled to reach the sky Latino boy pulled Christian’s hair really hard to stop him from bouncing and kissed the boy’s open mouth with an e pill and spit his pghlem and told the black boy to do the same. Once the pill won’t visible in the open drooling mouth of christian, he held up the pipe to christian’s lips and told him to kiss and make love to the pipe while he melted it. They saw the pretty asian boy kissing and lounging that glass cylinder as if t was his lover’s dick or mouth, Latino boy said suck and laughed at the asian boy’s display of total obedience and self degradation. Latin boy told Christian to blow out the white cloud on black cock and watched the black boy’s face lit with excitement. Latin boy passed the pipe to black boy and roughly grabbed asian boy’s throat and back of the head. He tightened his grip on the throat choking the asian boy while he smacked the back of the head forcing the boy’s throat down on black cock. “Bitch drooled so much on that glass cock he almost flooded the bowl. Take a hit on the pipe while the bitch kisses your balls” Black boy started to smoke and Latin boy pushed the asian boys head til the lips were at the dark coils of black boy’s pubes and held it down. When the black boy passed the pipe back, he told him to take over and latin boy packed it away. Both latin and black boys was surprised when they felt the asian boy’s body going limp and pulled their cocks out. Latin boy was quick to put his hand under the head to avoid asian boy any further damage from collapse. They both squatted down and stared at the asian boy with worried look on their faces. When they saw the asian boy’s breathing coming back, they both wrapped their arms around the Asian boy on the floor and lightly kissed the asian boys face and body and rubbed their hands on the smooth skin brushing lightly as if slight pressure would pop the boy’s body. For few minutes, they looked like they were all in love however filthy on the floor of the public bathroom stinking piss and shit. When they saw the asian boy’s eye open and smile when he saw both boys faces, their own faces bloomed with huge smiles then laughers. This moment of silly but lovely moment they shared ended when they felt their bodies arousals return. “Bitch you made us filthy.” Latin boy said as he got up and slowly started to help Asian boy up and held him in his arms supporting asian boy’s body to make sure he was steady on his feet. He felt Asian boy pushing his body onto the hard cock and boy’s face shining with a smile of love and lust. We need to get cleaned up. We are filthy. He whispered into Asian boy’s ears. Black boy said we can clean like I was doing, It’s better than smelling like piss and shit. Speaking of piss, I gotta pee. They all had to pee so they neared the toilet seat but Latin boy placed asian boy to sit on the toilet saying ladies pee sitting down. Try to spread your legs wide so you don’t block our piss. And latin boy’s piss wetted asian boy’s groin until Asian boy spread his legs fully 180 degrees and pulled up on the toilet to give enough opening for the latino boy to piss. Black boy’s aim wasn’t as good and hit asian boy’s tummy and he slowly aimed it down but when asian boy lost his grip on the toilet and both boys reacted quickly for asian boy’s body to stop from falling they ended up embracing one another but this time they were coating their bodies with their own piss not from the dirty floor of the public bathroom. And both boys’ body weight was pushing asian boy down into the toilet. They got off asian boy and cracked up when they saw asian boy struggling to unstuck himself from the toilet. The boys laughed so hard that their cocks pushed out piss and most of it spilled down to asian boy’s body and whenever it hit the boy’s hole that was facing up from the toilet that he was stuck in, soft moans escaping from the boy and made the laugh harder. They played with it few times using their piss streams like a remote for a button for moaning and hit the boy’s hole with their piss. However their [banned word] minds quickly turned it into something more serious and asian boy’s hole was going wild with opening and closing as if it was speaking its plea begging them to enter and pee into the body. They both arrived at the hole at the same time and moaned as their cock, cock and pussy lip 3 way kiss shook them with dark sexual desires. Both boys decided to make the entrance together and black fingers wrapped around both of their cockheads and pushed down into the asian boy’s stuck immovable body except his hole shouting and begging them to use it as a toilet however the hole resisted entrance of both heads at the same time. Christian’s heavily lidded eyes slowly opened up to gaze into the eyes of latin boy, almost immediately the latin boy started to pee and the soft smooth hole just sucked in both boys’ cock heads in deep enough til the pussy lips gently hugged around the ridges of the boys and drank down the boys piss deeper into it. Latin boy and asian boy held their gazes until both boys’ bladders were completely empty and as they kept both their physical connection and gazes, they both felt something so strong that they never felt before and each moment it grew more intense. The black boy started to feel lonely even though his cock was physically being hugged together with a latin cock. However it quickly transformed, loneliness to being ignored, admiration to envy to anger, then greed. He slowly started slide his cock against the latin cock and the asian inside walls which went almost unnoticed by the union of the other two. And this angered him and wanted to fight and take what he wants. To replace the latin boy in this union. He started to pump stronger to shake these two lovers to wake up and take notice of him but failed and quickly it was angering him beyond himself. However his anger was overshadowed by a blissful suction of the asian boy’s inside muscles as the chemicals in the piss broke the lovers’ gazes and now the bitch boy was begging him for his cock. His body simply gave what the asian body begged and when the latin cock popped out and left the asian boy’s pussy lips hugged his cock entirely, he eagerly took over. Latin boy told him to wait with asian boy while he went to get his car and turned his face to see latin boy’s getting dressed and grabbing his stuff and walk out with a pensive look on his face. When he looked at the face of the asian boy he saw the pretty face that he wanted to own but belonging to someone else. He picked up the body to unstuck from the toilet and felt the asian boy wrapping around his body, his thoughts all disappeared as his body’s pleasure answered the asian boy’s body’s demands. He put his lips over asian boy’s soft lips and their tongues stirred their salivas together as asian boy’s body did a pole dance on black cock pole. He came and peed and filled the asian boy’s body with his liquids. And he lost track of time as he got lost in the blissful fucking. He felt someone pulling their body apart and woke up from the ecstasy to find him being pushed down on the floor roughly and cold metals locking around his wrists. There were lights around him making him hard to see clearly but he saw the latin boy standing among the small crowd as his naked body was pushed into a back of a police car and saw asian boys naked body being carried out by a handsome black cop to another police car next to his. The cop gently laid the asian boy on the back definitely different from rough shoving and pushing he’d received from the cops. When he saw the asian boys wrists were behind his body with the same metal cuffs, he smiled and fantasized about being locked up with the pretty asian boy in the same cell as the car started to move and he couldn’t hide his rock hard cock and a slight smile as the car drove on bouncing around making his cock bouncing wild.
    1 point
  39. New Zealand based here. Meds are government subsidised and most I pay is nz$5.00 (that’s about us$3.00) for 3 month supply. 6 monthly health check up and blood tests are also free of cost.
    1 point
  40. As far as I am aware, this is also how the RAMQ operates. Heavily subsidised meds, to which new formulations and prescriptions are added, and free after a threshold has been reached. Healthcare, being a provincial concern, I am not sure how the other provinces operate.
    1 point
  41. Very hot look forward to the next chapter
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  42. Fucking awesome start. I get the feeling Cole is going to quickly get much more than he can handle...and be changed forever.
    1 point
  43. Pick a different source than Fox News. None of your statement is true. The only war policies being chased are Russia's and Trump and WAY too many Republicans, are supporting him.
    1 point
  44. I was there a couple times, and to tell you the truth as much as people bitch about it, I had fun both times recently. Its one of those hit or miss things, if nobody is there it usually sucks, That goes without saying. But catch a good night and you will catch more than a cold in there lol. But at least you will have fun while doing it. I also went to that workingmans lunch last week, Definitely wasn't bad, it was somewhere vaguely in Chelsea/Hells kitchen I forget where exactly.
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  45. Sorry about the long pause...here goes... Im a ball of nerves as i near the end of my shift. My phone vibrates, its Big Black Dick Daddy. "When you finish work snow bunny, you come to the SureStay Hotel, I got something you been craving, and something that been craving you." I close up at work, and make my way to the SureStay and text, "I'm here, Master." Quick reply comes thru, "Room 216, get that sissy ass up here baby." I nervously get out of the car as this place is not in the best part of town and look up to the second floor and see a room with several Black men outside, that must be it. I make my way up the stairs and immediately am hit with catcalls and whistles. As I approach the door one of the Black men reaches down inside the back of my shorts and sticks his finger right up my hole, deep and I immediately feel the burn. He laughs as he pulls out his digit with a wet pop and says, "wait till that kick in and I come serve you this nigga dick, you gonna forget that Daddy and have you a Pimp, sissy," as he shakes what appears to be an enormous dick at me in his pants. The other men chuckle and open the door and usher me in. Inside the room are several more Black Kings. The whole place smells musty and sweet, intoxicating. Black man sweat permeates my nostrils and the burning in my ass has transformed into a deep hunger. All these men are in several states of dress, or rather undress, and that's when I see Daddy. He says, "Welcome to the party, snow bunny. You'll notice there are no bottoms here, as you're the guest of honor. The main attraction if you will. Now I've tasted that sweet ass, so now, it's time my crew gets in on that." He smacks my ass hard, swiping my shorts down with the slap. I don't reach for them, I just stand exposed waiting for what's next. Suddenly I'm surrounded by 5 of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. One man lifts me up in his arms while another starts eating my hole. Another puts a loaded pipe to my mouth and clicks a torch and I inhale. So much white smoke is coming through I can barely hold it in, it's so thick it's nearly yellow. When I pull off the pipe, another man, grabs and covers my mouth while holding my nose. "Hold it in til I say so, faggot!" My head is spinning. I need to exhale and breathe so I start to fight but am under his tight grip. Another man comes up and pulls out my arm, ia feel a cold wetness in the crook of my elbow and finally the man with the death grip on my face let's go and says, "Alright bitch, you can breathe now." Suddenly there's a familiar poke in my arm and all of a sudden, my body is ablaze. Just as the heat hits my hole which I can feel quivering open, I'm lowered onto a dick, and pushed all the way down to the base. I can feel this man's tight curlies as I bottom out gasping for air. This was a big slam, bigger than Ive ever done before. And finally my voice hits my ears and its screaming, "I love nigger dick. Fuck me with your nigger dicks. All of you. Fuck me til I die. I need all the nigger dicks inside me now!" And then I focus and the man with his dick rooted in me becomes familiar. It's the man from outside. He says, "How you like that 14 inches of nigger dick you got inside you now, hoe? This pimp dick is gonna change you for life. Yo Daddy ain't yo daddy no more. He done sold your pussy to me, you mine now bitch!" He flexes his monster inside me and all I can do is shiver and think, more, I need more.
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  46. Thanks for all the replies! Glad it's coming across as a truly accurate bathhouse/sex club vibe. Sorry if any of you have messaged me privately and are expecting a reply. I'll try and get to them soon. I always appreciate feedback and as always hope you all enjoy! ----------------------------- Part Two- Anticipation Mike entered the sex club, puffing away on his pipe, giving a slight grin and nod to the attendant as he was buzzed in, not even needing to pay. He’d been coming here for years, having had sex with probably every single regular, the attendant included, breeding them deep while smoking. With tonight’s theme being ‘Bareback, Smoke and Leather’ night, he was damned sure he would be making a nice long appearance tonight. With it still being a bit early, he decided to walk around, taking in the various people there, recognizing nearly every single person as either someone he’d personally topped, or personally turned from being a non-smoker to a full-blown smoke pig. He made his way over to two such people, one in a sling hauling hard on a fat cigar, as the other guy lit up a fresh Red, before continuing to work his hairy fist and forearm up the cigar smoker’s greedy hole. “Fucking perfect night for it, ain’t it gents,” Mike said, walking over to the man fisting the other, grabbing his ass, drawing a huge inhale of pipe smoke in before exhaling it all over the scene in front of him. “Fuck yeah, Mike,” the man in the sling groaned, taking the cigar out of his mouth, letting the thick acrid smoke roll out, “Knew you’d be here tonight.” Walking up to the man in the sling, named Grant if he remembered correctly, Mike took another puff of his pipe as he ran his fingers along the fresh tattoo just under his navel. He let out a satisfied growl as he felt the other man’s fist moving around deep in man’s guts. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Finally got your new ink, huh?” he said, sliding his hand up to the man’s pierced nipple, giving it a slight pinch, knowing the act would cause Grant’s stretched-out manhole to tighten up slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” the other man said, letting out a huge nose jet, letting his cigarette dangle in his lips as he talked, “Your ass just fucking started sucking in my arm.” “Ugh……” Grant moaned, sticking the thick cigar back in his mouth and sucking hard, “Deeper!” Grinning, Mike stepped back, adjusting his now hardening dick in his pants. “I’ll leave you two love birds to it then,” he said, taking his pipe out of his mouth briefly before nodding at them. “I’ll be looking for you later,” Grant said, exhaling another cloud of cigar smoke, his ass squelching as the other man began to pull his fist out, standing up and stroking his dick, before working it in beside his fist. — Mike walked a bit more around the sex club, taking the various sights in before finally deciding to go over to the locker room so he could strip and partake in the festivities. Looking around he noticed a few of his fuck buddies in various states of undress. That’s when he saw the boy. Early to mid-20s at most, fit but not over muscular, headful of thick reddish blonde hair, and stunning blue-grey eyes. His skin was milky white, framed in a black leather harness, and his juicy ass barely contained a jockstrap, with not a tattoo in sight. ‘Until I’m done with him’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Fuckin’ love fresh meat.’ Puffing on his pipe, he slowly walked towards the redhead, who was now eye-fucking him from across the room. He stopped next to him, leaning against the locker, and let out a large cloud of smoke over him, grinning as he saw the redhead breathe the smoke in deeply. “How’s your night going, boy?” Mike asked, looking up and down the boy’s body, taking his pipe out of his mouth, and rubbing his right nipple with the bowl. Looking flustered, he watched as the boy tried to come up with an answer. ‘Pretty fucking hot in his own right,’ Mike thought to himself, ‘Definitely has a nice lump of meat threatening to pop out of that thong.’ “O-okay…” the boy said rather unconvincingly, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks. “First time at a sex club?” Mike asked, taking another puff of his pipe and blowing it in the boy’s face, again satisfied to see him breathing in the smoke. “It’s that obvious, huh,” the boy asked, looking down, an almost dejected look on his face. “Nah,” Mike said, putting the pipe back in his mouth and letting it rest on the corner of his lips, “I’m a regular here and didn’t recognize you is all. I’m Mike by the way.” “Dillan,” the redhead replied, shifting his legs slightly, likely to accommodate his hard cock in the leather pouch. Mike almost felt for the kid. The first times were rough. And this kid was like a lamb to the slaughter on a night like tonight. As much as he’d love to completely corrupt the cute shit, he also didn’t want to scare the kid off with all the twisted sex that would be happening later. Better to let him ease into it on a different night. Damn my kind side, he thought to himself. “Look, kid…” he began, standing up and taking deep sigh, “I think you might be out of your element here. Not really sure you know what kind of hot depraved shit will be going on here as the night goes on. Might be best if you leave now. Come another night and ease yourself in a little.” Flustered and cheeks now fully flushed, the kid began to shake his head. “No, I do know. I… That’s why I wanted to come tonight,” Dillan said, fidgeting with his harness as he talked, “I want everything this place has to offer tonight. Everything.” It was Mike’s turn to be left momentarily speechless as he listened to the kid continue. “I want to be fully corrupted and turned into a smoking, ass-gaping, cumdump piss pig. It’s kind of been a fantasy of mine for so long, and I…” he said, trailing off slightly as he thought of the words to say, “If I leave now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it.” Mike was at first shocked hearing the words coming out of the boy’s mouth. However, it made him harder than ever before. An evil grin formed on his lips as he wrapped them around the pipe, drawing in another mouthful of smoke. “Well, fuck…” Mike said, smoke drifting out as he spoke, and reaching down and rubbing Dillan’s hard cock through the leather jockstrap pouch, “I definitely think we can make that happen.”
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  47. The bottom seems to be pushing through the pain, he hates it, he loves it. He probably is ready for the top to breed him and give his hole a break.
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