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I'd been too busy to hook up for two months, but the urge was building. I spent half of last week with a dildo in my ass, hitting poppers and imagining I was getting fucked. Of course it only made me hornier. Yesterday I arranged to hook up with a hot guy. He was supposed to show at 5pm but got delayed. All right, I thought, I was all cleaned up, doing nothing but waiting. Might as well get fucked. Luckily some guy on grindr was looking for a quick anon scene. I gave him my address, and he was here in less than ten minutes. I buzzed him up while completely naked, except for a blindfold. He fucked my mouth until his cock got hard (it felt thick -- probably 7.5"?), and then pushed himself into my waiting hole. Five minutes later, I was leaking his load. Hot guy still hadn't shown up. Luckily some other guy on grindr was looking for a fuck. I gave him my address, and he, too, was here in less than ten minutes. This time it wasn't anon, which may be why the fuck was actually a lot more intense -- he was definitely smaller in the size department, but pounded me like he wanted to crush me into the bed. Also choked me with his big biceps as he was breeding me. Loved it. Hot guy still didn't show up, but I got two loads in the meantime, so I guess that wasn't so bad. Unfortunately, I was still horny the next day. I still hadn't gotten that nirvana experience -- i.e., a huge cock plowing me for a seemingly endless duration, fucking my second ring as if it were my cuntlips. So I got onto grindr again. Found a local guy with a big dick. We used condoms, and it was a good fuck, but too quick. So an hour later, I was back on grindr. This time I hit the jackpot. Young black stud. Probably 8.5" or 9", and as thick as my wrist. I was loose enough for him to slide in without any pain, but my god, the spots he hit as he entered. I was spinning with pleasure. He pounded me as only he could -- deliberately, with movements smooth as milk, knowing he was in total control, taking his time and deciding when to fuck all the way in and remind me who was my man. He came after half an hour of intense fucking, and I thought that was it -- I sucked his cock clean like a good bitch, but he was still hard. So we went at it again for another hour before I couldn't take anymore. Rarely happens that I can't handle it before the top flags. What a stud. He hit my spots good. Thank god for hung longlasting tops who know how to fuck the brains out of bottoms like me!

Mr. Benson is into wrecking people lives, their hopes , their health and their careers for his own twisted mind. Some it's for revenge others it's for money and some it's because he wants to. Brad is 19 and a freshman in college with high hopes from his father. Brad father is one of those who has planned Brads life even the girl he is too marry and have children with. Mr. Benson has seen Brad going into Mens book stores not doing anything but looking, so Mr. Benson see Brad as a prospect to show his what he really is. I'm to find away to get close to Brad but I'm not to have sex with him but can suck his dick or he can suck mine as his virgin hole he has other plans for. Mr. Benson gave me Brads schedule and he is like clock work get up at this time, go to this place for a coffee and he is always on time like clock work. Friday nights when everyone is trying to get laid Brad takes a bus to the mens book store and looks around but never does anything. This Friday night is different as its the start of spring break so for the next 2 weeks there is no classes. I see Brad leave the book store around 9pm and go to the juice bar, it's packed and Brad is sitting by him self, so I ask if I can sit-down and he says sure. We do some small talk and I see Brad is eyeing me as the tee shirt I'm wearing is very tight and my nipples are rock hard and sticking out, my jeans are low riders so the crack on my ass is showing when I get up to get Brad a new drink. What Brad does not know is yes, I buying him a drink but what I'm putting inside the drink will set the wheels in motion to wreck his life for ever and make Mr. Benson very happy. After a few minutes this new drug Mr. Benson gave me to put in his drink starts to work. This new drug is like GHB but with out the metallic taste. As he gets up I say to his Brad you need some air, so I take him out side and around the corner where the van with Mr. Benson two assistants are waiting. Brad does not put up a fight but goes in willing. We ride for one hour before we get to this bathhouse. The easiest way to describe this place it's a biker bar bathhouse as the men here would scare the hell out of Hell Angels. Its just Brad and me that are not covered in Tattoos, body piercings or leather. At the door I help Brad in as he is very easy to control, the manager looks at me then says is this the virgin, I say yes as I'm a slut whore. The manager ask if I'm POZ and say yes are you on meds I say NO, and he ask if I want to be recharged and say why not. Brad is taken into the back as I watch they them cut off his clothes put cuffs on his wrist and ankles. I see one taking a syringe as putting into his ass, as they are doing that Brad says that hurts they laugh and say my pinky is bigger than this. They take magic marker and write on his chest and back NEGATIVE VIRGIN I follow them around as Brad is paraded around the bathhouse, they put on me POZ wants to be recharged. OK I have seen a few things but this place has to be the one for the books as the floor is sticky with cum and old lube there are crosses on the wall fuck benches and slings, used syringes all over the place with a few private rooms. They are putting up for bid for his virginity with the money going to buy more drugs. The bidding is going fast and the one who had the winning big is the local drug dealer, his has to be over 6ft, 6 over 300 lbs. with a dick like my forearm. As soon as he is declared the winner he takes Brad into one of the private's rooms and before he enters Brad is given a slam. The drug dealer yells out. THE BRIDE WON'T BE A VIRGIN LONG AND YOU CAN ALL HAVE BLOODY SECONDS. The room is dead quiet as everyone is waiting for the second Brad starts screaming for his life and when we hear him screaming we are all cheering. The dealer fuck Brad for close to one hour and towards the end Brad is not screaming but is moaning. The dealer comes out sweating and you can see the blood on his dick and says the bitch won't clean my dick off, right then about 6 of us we fight to clean his dick off as it's virgin blood and POZ cum. Brad is taken to the cross and they tie him up and tell his he has to be punished for not cleaning off the dick that just gave him his first Toxic load. They warm him up with floggers before they start to whip him I can see these Men really know how to work as Brad back has many welts and red stripes. My arm is grab and with a rope only upper arm I feel a prick and that familiar feeling of a nice slam of high quality Tina running through my body. He pushes my on to a fuck bench and the feeling of his PA rubbing up and down my hole is like heaven, his dick pushes in as he says I have a real man cunt here and starts to fuck me as hard as he can. To be continue

Part 17 - January 2019 Second Weekend Darren came out of the tube station and Sam was standing there waiting for him, at first Sam was just watching the exit and Darren saw the smile broaden on his face. It was enough to lift Darren walking towards Sam. Darkness had already taken the daylight away and the cold drizzle did nothing to hamper Darren's excitement to be back in London and with Sam. They walked the 15 minutes in a quick pace to get out of the damp cold and in to the classy block of flats in Chelsea harbour. Sam couldn't keep his eyes of Darren or the smile off his face, he had been looking forward to the weekend and spending it with Darren. Desperately he wanted to get to know more about Darren. The lift door opened and they walked along the corridor and in to the flat. "Do you want to put your things in the bedroom?" Sam asked hanging his coat up in the closet. Darren took his coat off "Please" he replied handing his coat to Sam to hang up and looking at the bedroom doors. Sam watched and smiled "Which room do you want to put them in?" he asked sensing Darren's quandary. Darren looked at Sam and nodded to the door "Yours?" he replied making it out as if he was asking a question. Sam walked over and opened the door "I was hoping you would say that" he said following Darren in. "You don't mind me sharing with you?" Darren asked putting his bag down "I enjoyed it last time" he said. Sam studied him for a moment "I missed you not being hear" he said admitting his affection for Darren. Darren smiled trying to be cool "Yeah" he replied but Sam could see Darren was unable to hide his own emotions. Sam smiled before asking "Did you bring shorts?". Darren chuckled "No, I want to wear yours again" he replied. "Is that right?" Sam asked smiling at Darren. The way their eyes fixed on each other revealed just how much chemistry there was going on between them, both wanting to ignite it, both held back until they felt it was right. Sam cooked dinner and they spent the evening lying on the sofa getting to know the other person's body, the talk was mostly around finding somewhere for Darren to live. It was gone 11pm when they went to bed and Sam got behind Darren and spooned up next to him. Darren held Sam's hand and quickly fell in to a very happy sleep enjoying the warmth of the body next to him. Saturday they travelled around London after trawling the internet for house or flat shares but everything seemed to go so quickly. There were some available out east but Sam advised against his way and stick to the north or west of the city. By late afternoon they found themselves looking at one flat share close to Ealing Broadway, it seemed perfect but Sam was not so sure about the owner, he seemed a little creepy. They left with Sam telling him they had a couple of more flats to look at and dragged Darren out. "What's the matter with that one?" Darren asked looking at Sam walking down the road away from the place. Sam looked at Darren "Flat was okay, he was really creepy" he said looking concerned. "I can look after myself" Darren chuckled nudging against Sam. Sam half smiled "I know, but it is when you can't, you have to be really careful" he explained. Darren looked confused "What do you mean when I can't?" he asked. "He gave me the shivers" Sam said "what if he slips something in a drink and you end up helpless?" he asked. The smile faded from Darren's face "People really do that?" he asked "are you protecting me?". "Yes" Sam replied "I want to keep you safe" he said noticing the grin on Darren's face appear. Sam stopped walking "You could always use my spare bedroom until you get on your feet" he said nervously. Darren looked at Sam "No" he replied "Thank you but it would be weird" he said. Sam laughed "Seriously Darren, you can use the spare bedroom until you find your feet" he repeated. "Okay" Darren replied not wanting to argue with Sam. Darren looked around "What now then?" he asked and paused "can we go to the V&A museum?" he suggested. Sam laughed "What now?" he replied seeing Darren nod "okay" Sam said turning around with Darren following him. Sam never imagined that Darren would be interested in going to a museum. He couldn't believe how much Darren just kept surprising him, he didn't mind since he loved spending time with Darren and was hiding the fact he had fallen head over heels for him. Saturday night they headed in to the west end and watched another show that Sam had managed to get tickets for. By the end Darren was finding it hard to stay awake, he was exhausted from travelling all over the place. He dozed on the tube ride back and was glad to be back at Sam's place collapsing on the sofa. Sam sat down next to Darren and started undressing him until he only wore his underwear. Darren giggled and pulled Sam forward kissing him several times, each time he got braver with his kissing. He moaned slipping his arm around Sam finally kissing him properly, unable to keep their arms off each other they slipped off the sofa and on to the floor giggling. Sam stood and helped Darren to his feet leading him to the bedroom. Darren felt all his inhibitions falling away and knew that being with a man, this man was all he wanted right now. Sam made him happy there was no doubt about that, his hands fumbled pushing Sam's underwear down and pulling him closer wanting to feel and touch his body. Sam gently pushed Darren back on the bed admiring his naked form, his hands running up Darren's legs, along his abdomen until he gently lowered himself on top of Darren kissing him. Sam giggled feeling Darren's hands roaming down across his buttocks and squeezing them gently. He allowed Darren to lead letting him go at his own pace. He was rewarded feeling Darren getting more dominant rolling Sam on his back and slipping between Sam's legs. Darren leaned up and tentatively took Sam's cock in his hand holding it for a while now knowing what to do with it now he had it. Gently he rubbed it pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head and then pushing it back over hiding it from view again. His other hand caressed Sam's chest, his vision purely on Sam's cock admiring how hard and ample it felt in his hand. Darren looked up and saw the smile on Sam's face, his mouth slightly parted and tiny moans escaping. He touched his own cock not realising how hard it had become, the sight of Sam's beautiful body lying there was exciting him. Darren leaned forward and kissed Sam 'Can I fuck you?' he asked tenderly kissing Sam's hand that touched his face 'Yes' he replied. Sam turned over on to his stomach thinking it would be easier for Darren being his first time. Moaning in anticipation and feeling the weight of Darren's body resting on his back, he could feel the cock between his ass cheeks rubbing up and down feeling the full hardness. Sam reached over to the bedside table draw and pulled a small bottle of lube, he squeezed a bit in his hand and massaged it on to Darren's cock. Darren groaned dropping his head forward and resting it between Sam's shoulders, he could feel the slickness as he rubbed his cock again against Sam's ass. By instinct he lifted his hips and gradually felt the resistance of Sam's hole against the head of his cock, tiny pushes and nudges until he gasped feeling his cock slip inside. Sam moaned and raised his head, gently Darren pushed down more gasping and almost crying every time more of him went inside. The sensations flowing up through his body was more than he could understand, the warmth and seductiveness of Sam's body underneath him brought out a sensual side to that not even Darren knew he had. Sam moaned quietly raising his head off the bed feeling more of Darren entering him, even for him this was a new experience unlike the usual fuck and go meets this was more of a craving and a need. Letting his head fall forward back on the bed he had a smile of pure happiness on his face. His body wriggled at the unmistakable feeling of the coarse pubic hair now rubbing against his ass. Darren let out one last gasp and moan his cock now fully inside Sam up to his balls, slowly he lowered his body down until he rested lying on top of Sam's back. He daren't move for fear of ejaculating, his breathing steadied and he moved his arms up above Sam's head allowing his full body weight to rest. Sam's fingers sought his own entwinning around until they held hands, he could feel Darren's breath against his neck. Turning his head he kissed Darren's chin seeking his mouth. The kiss was sensual and slow, teasing but lovingly given until their tongues met. It was like Sam teased Darren's tongue in to his mouth sharing the first very intimate and real kiss. The sensuality drove Darren's hips gently pushing down then rising then stopping 'are you okay' Sam asked with his lips still touching Darren's 'I can't move or I will bust my load' he replied. Sam kissed him again long and hard 'just relax Darren' he said rubbing his lips over Darren's who giggled 'easy for you to say' Darren replied. He freed his right hand from Sam's and placed it around his neck feeling the need to be closer and holding him. Darren looked in to Sam's eyes 'oh fuck Sam' he said his eyes tearing up from how much he had fallen for Sam. Darren moved his hips and watched Sam's mouth parting letting out a loud moan from the sudden thrust he received from Darren. His arm released from around Sam's neck and quickly he took hold of his hand again squeezing both of them tightly he kissed Sam's neck and cheek. His cock jumping and oozing pre-cum inside Sam's ass making it slicker and enhancing the sensation that travelled down his shaft and in to his balls. He fought to hold off and stopped resting on top of Sam who groaned turning his head then kissing Darren deep. They smiled at each other and kissed, Darren held himself perfectly still knowing he would bust if he moved right now. Taking his time until he was ready he found a steady rhythm gently and slowly fucking Sam without bringing him over the edge. He loved hearing the delighted moans and gasps from Sam, listening to make sure he wasn't hurting him and wanting to treat him gentle. His body decided it needed to orgasm and suddenly without warning he leaned up still holding Sam's hands tightly he started more pronounced thrusts to Sam's delight. His pace quickened holding his cock deep in to Sam, everything felt like it had gone in slow motion. He drove his hips down pushing as deep as he could go and cried out feeling his balls tighten and throb, echoing up through his shaft he released his seed impregnating Sam. Collapsing forward on to Sam's body and holding him in place his couldn't control his hips desire to keep wanting to push down fucking to ride the orgasm out, Sam raised his head crying out 'oh god yes' his ass pushing up wanting Darren's seed inside him. Their hands red from the tightness of them holding to on to each other, Darren's moans kept coming along with ribbons of his thick cum being passed from one body to the other. Darren panted heavily his body shaking on the verge of convulsing, feeling of pleasure running ragged through every nerve. Sam laid underneath his own cock fighting against the sheet underneath him but the weight from Darren on top prevented him reaching down and beating his load out. Instead he ground his ass up enjoying the tiny pushes Darren still made, his cock still rock hard enjoying the feeling of Sam pleasuring himself against his cock. Darren kissed his neck tenderly for a few minutes then working round to Sam's mouth 'want more?' he asked rubbing his nose with Sam's. Sam smiled nodding and kissed Darren moaning this time in to his mouth with Darren immediately starting the second act pumping away at his ass. The slight sound of squelching soon disappeared as the last of Darren's first load worked deeper inside. Feeling more comfortable second time around he was learning how to control his orgasm and slowly over the next half an hour without knowing it he made love to Sam. Such tenderness between them shone in their eyes when they looked at each other, then abruptly the direction changed to a hard fucking, then switched back to tenderness and caressing. Darren felt every inch of Sam's body, wondering why he had taken so long to enjoy the male body. He couldn't explain why he was this way, all he felt was completeness. Unable to contain himself any more he moaned and pushed his body forward getting deeper in Sam. Feeling Sam's body tense from the anticipation he moaned and grunted in to Sam's mouth during their kiss, one arm around Sam's neck the other still holding hands with him he successfully delivered his second load of seed. Panting heavily Darren relaxed lying on top of Sam, his legs seem to have entwinned themselves around Sam's holding them down. Their heads laid side by side both smiling with tiny droplets of sweat. Sam pulled Darren on to his side, his cock still deep inside and showed no sign of softening, Darren wrapped his arms around the sexy muscled body kissing Sam's neck. "That was your first time?" Sam asked rubbing his fingers over Darren's hand. Darren was still in a euphoric state and mumbled before answering "Yes". "Hell, I hate to think what you are going to be like when you find your grove" Sam said chuckling. Darren squeezed Sam in his arms "I got so turned on fucking you" he said. Sam moved his hand and stroked Darren's ass "Can I date you?" he asked "you know be your boyfriend?" he said holding his breath. Darren leaned over and looked at Sam "Really?" he asked feeling jittery from nerves hearing Sam's words. "Yes" Sam replied "that is if you like me" he said. Darren smiled "Yeah, I'm glad you asked. I was too scared to ask you" he said playing with Sam's chin hair. Sam kissed him lovingly then turned the light off on the bedside lamp. Darren made no move to extract his cock, he was quite happy being inside and holding Sam in his arms. A few hours had passed when Sam woke feeling Darren stir, his cock was hard again and sensing he was awake he pushed back to be rewarded. Darren started fucking him again, he guided Darren's hand to lift his leg up slightly and hold it there. He didn't need much guidance and soon found a steady gentle deep rhythm, he loved feeling Sam's body respond each time he pushed in deep. Still horny as fuck he didn't take long to orgasm and pulling Sam back on to his cock keeping him there whilst he delivered the third load. Lowering Sam's leg his arms wrapped around his boyfriend and hugged him tight kissing the back of his neck. After several minutes Sam patted Darren's leg and pulled off his cock slipping out of bed in to the en-suite bathroom. Sitting on the toilet he let out a small fart followed by a stream of Darren's cum, Sam laughed hard to himself as he still found it funny when this happened. After all he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep properly until he had pushed it out and standing up he was surprised to see how much there was. Sam cleaned himself up and walked back in to the bedroom to find Darren laying on his back looking at him. "Is everything alright?" Darren asked looking concerned. Sam chuckled "You could have warned me you shoot big loads" he said jumping back in to bed. Darren laughed pulling Sam on top of him and wrapping his arms around him "Kiss me" he said. Sam smiled and obliged kissing Darren and for once enjoying the feeling of being on top of him instead of the other way round. Sam slipped on to his side and cuddled up to Darren, their hands touching each other falling asleep. Sam woke just after 10am and slipped out of bed to make coffee and returned placing the mug down by Darren who was now awake. It suddenly dawned on Sam what they had spoken about the previous evening and he sat on the side of the bed. "This whole thing just got crazy" Sam finally said turning his head to look at Darren. Darren sat up unable to look at Sam "You and me?" he finally asked breaking the silence. Sam nodded "I don't know what has happened" he said "is it going too quick for you?" he asked. Darren touched Sam's shoulder "I can leave it you want me to" he said with a tinge of sadness. Sam looked over his shoulder "No" he said abruptly then paused "I am in love with you". There was silence in the room for a moment until Darren spoke "No one has ever said that to me" he said. Sam watched a tear run down Darren's face "I'm sorry" Sam said hugging Darren. Darren held Sam tight in his arms "You have no idea how long I wanted someone to say that to me" he said. "I am so happy it has come from you" Darren said sniffing trying not to breakdown completely. Sam pulled Darren down and laid facing him on the bed "Promise you won't run away?" Sam asked. Darren kissed Sam "Promise" he said then kissed him again "You know I am madly in love with you". Sam chuckled "Is that why you made love me to last night?" he asked. Darren looked confused "Did I?" he asked trying to recall. "Yes" Sam replied "the second time, you was so tender and loving" he said kissing Darren. Darren laid back and smiled "You are my boyfriend then?" he asked obviously playing with his cock. "Yes" Sam replied kissing Darren and slapping his hand "enough of that, I have to go to the gym, coming?". Darren sat up "I have nothing to wear" he said watching Sam going through his draw. He threw shorts and top at him "Now you do" he said smiling and watching Darren dress. The gym was immaculate and set in the basement of the of the flats, there were a couple of guys already working out who knew Sam by name and gave curious glances to Darren. Sam never worked out with anyone and seeing this tattooed guy with him caused a bit of a stir. Darren worked out next to Sam but with only half the stamina he took it much easier and enjoyed watching Sam from the bench. He was taken back by how long Sam could work out without breaking a sweat until his thought was interrupted by Michael 'he can go hours in case you didn't know' he said to Darren. He looked up and eyes drawn immediately to the lycra shorts and bulge before he finally looked up and the muscular body of Michael. In his late twenties he had dark hair and brown eyes and almost model looks he stood a towering six feet of sculpted muscle. The guy with him who was still running was a complete contrast with a swimmers build and dirty blond hair and stood a few inches shorter and by comparison was fairly ordinary looking. Darren looked over at Sam "Yeah, way fitter than me" he replied. "I'm Michael live on the 15th floor" he said introducing himself holding out his hand. Darren shook it "Darren 8th floor" he replied almost laughing at how silly the introductions went. "You moving in or visiting?" he asked sitting down next to Darren looking at his tattoos. "Kind of both" Darren replied looking down at the floor shuffling his feet. Michael looked over to Sam and knew he was listening to their conversation "Strange answer" he said. Darren smirked "Moving in in a couple of weeks" he said offering more information. "Excellent" Michael replied "we should have a drink to welcome you to the building" he said smiling at Darren. Darren was really taken by how nice Michael was being "Thank you" he replied. "Sam your boyfriend or just a friend?" Michael asked out of the blue. Sam turned to look at Darren and smiled "Boyfriend" Darren bravely replied and saw Sam fist punch the air. Michael smiled nodding "You make a nice couple" he said "that is Tony my husband over there". Darren looked at Tony then turned to Michael and smiled "Nice catch" he said causing Michael to laugh loudly. "Want a hand working out Darren?" Michael asked standing up walking to the weight bench. Darren stood and walked over "I'm not use to this so take it easy with me" he said laying down. Michael smiled and leaned over Darren then winked "I will take it easy to start with but then..." he said. Darren chuckled "Stop flirting with my boyfriend" Sam called out from the treadmill grinning. Hearing Sam saying that felt strange knowing he was referring to him in that way, but he liked it. Darren's legs and arms ached by the time they left the gym, at the same time he felt so exhilarated having pushed himself further. Going in to the lift he had made two new friends in London, Tony liked him but Michael was constantly flirting with him and it really made Darren feel good. Sam snogged the face off Darren during the short ride up to the 8th floor finding it harder to keep his hands off Darren. Sam stopped hearing the ding of the lift arriving "It was so funny watching Michael flirt with you". Darren giggled "Was it that obvious?" he asked "I mean do they all flirt like that?". Sam chuckled "Darren I think Michael was trying to get in your underwear" he said grinning. "Silly" Darren replied following Sam along the corridor "he was being nice" he said explaining away. Sam turned to look at Darren "You buy me dinner if he gets you in bed" he said looking serious. Darren looked at him strangely "Hang on, I thought I was your boyfriend?" he asked. "You are" Sam replied "Oh shit I need to explain" he said pulling Darren inside the flat. Sam showered and walked in to the bedroom slipping in to some shorts they walked in to the kitchen diner and had breakfast. He began to explain about his friend from stage school that was still very close to him and of course Kurt. Darren listened completely intrigued hearing Sam open up about his life. Sam explained that no matter what Darren was his priority in life now and he would do whatever Darren decided. He was beginning to see life from a different perspective and found it quite exciting that if the time ever came he could without guilt have sex with Michael. Darren made only demand that if things between them developed in to more than boyfriends they would look at the situation again. Darren also promised that when he moved in he would open up more about his family and childhood, something to date he had deferred from talking about. They decided to go out and window shop in Harrods so both of them went to the bedroom to change. Sam sat on the bed naked about to put some underwear on and Darren took one look at him 'oh fuck' he said whipping down his trousers, he pushed Sam on to his back and got in between his legs 'I need to do you' he tried saying but Sam was already pulling Darren down and kissing him. Darren took the Monday morning train to Malvern, he was excited at the prospect of moving to London since he now had a boyfriend, something he never really saw coming or even expected, he really loved Sam and that was all that counted right now. Sam dismissed the class for lunch and got out his phone sending a text to Byron telling him that he and Darren were officially a couple and he was excited beyond words, he had a strange feeling that Darren was going to be someone he could rely on and be in a very steady relationship with. Byron messaged back saying how thrilled he was and that he couldn't wait to meet the guy that finally broke the steel wall around Sam's heart.

Justin headed off to the bookstore and just as he was about to open the door this 6'6 tall white ginger all muscled and his dick was still hard as Justin zoned in on his package and his fat meat was outlined. He thought fuck, wish I had been here ten minutes earlier. The guy walked to his car and go in it and speed off. Justin went inside, got change at the counter and heading back to the booths. It was empty except for a young college guy in the back. That much have been who serviced that big dick massive ginger dick. Lucky fuck Justin thought as he dipped in a booth. The booth next to him opened and closed and soon he saw a finger tracing the hole. Before the last few days his dick would have been hard for some young guy who wanted to blow him but all he wanted now was to service dick and lots of it. Justin put his finger up to the hole and traced it and soon the kid stuck his dick through. Nice seven inch dick, uncut. Justin started to suck his dick and fished his balls through, lifted his dick and licked and sucked the kids balls. He then sucked and nibbled the foreskin and the kid was moaning, he sucked and went down on him and after ten minutes the kid was about to shoot and he tried to pull his dick back but Justin held him in place and sucked and licked that edged dick till the boy shot his load in Justin's mouth. It was huge and tasted amazing! Young college cock, so good. Justin nursed his dick and cleaned him up till the boy went soft and he let go. The kid whispered thanks through the hole and left. Justin sat there licking his lips and then he heard the door to the right open and close. The guy unbuckled his belt and pulled out a curved dick had to be nine inches,he watched as the guy watched gay porn and jacked his dick. Just rubbed his dick and balls as he watched the guy. He was so ready to taste the guys dick and then he froze, fuck that looks like that hot poz 23 year old from BBRT. He tried to see the guys body and face but he could not. Justin struggled with the idea of getting up but couldn't move. If that is him maybe I can just suck his dick, it looks so beautiful, then the guy turned and backed up to the wall, it was not him. Justin was relieved and rubbed his finger over the hole and the guy walked toward him and slide his rock hard dick through the hole. Justin sucked on the guys head and held his thick dick and slowly started to inch his way down the guys cock licking and sucking on the guys dick until it was all the way to the base and then let up and did it again. He sucked and licked that big dick and then pulled off and nursed the guys head. The guys started to pull his dick out and Justin went deed again and he let him swallow his cock and then he pulled it from Justin's mouth. Justin put his tongue out to show the guy he wanted this dick again and while he was doing that the guy turned around and spread his hole ass and hole and pressed his hairy hole back on Justin's tongue. Justin licked and probed the hot guys hole and put his fingers on either side to pull it apart so he could tongue deeper and the guy moaned. The guy pulled off and shoved his leaking dick back in. Justin opened wide and swallow the entire dick and started to suck it. then pulled up and went back down again and the guy pulled out of the hole and got on his knees and whispered to Justin "show me your hole." Just got up and pressed his ass back and the guy spit three times on his hole and then fingers two of them entered him. The guy pulled out and spit on his hole again and then shoved two fingers deep her and then he hard the guy spit three more time but it was not on his hole and then that big curved dick pressed against Justin's boy pussy and started to push in. Justin looked forward and then to the left and he saw a bottom of poppers someone had left and he quickly grabbed them and started inhaling. The guy was rough, he would pull almost all the way out and shove it back in getting deeper each time and the curve beating up his insides. The guy got deep once Justin had inhaled enough and after another two minutes he shot his load in Justin. Left his dick in Justin and then slowly pulled out after his dick started to soften. He slid two fingers back in the Justin and fingered his hole and then a third. Justin kept inhaling the poppers and the guy pressed his fingers all the way in. Then he pulled them out and put them back in after a min and a noise like the guy had dropped a tin lid and then he felt that familiar sharpness and then his hole started to get warm and tingly. The fingers worked their way in and out and soon Justin was moaning and pressing back hard on the guys fingers and then the guy pulled out and slide his big dick up Justin's ass and slow fucked him. slowly all the way in and then out til Justin's hole close and then pressing right back in slowly. Justin began to shake on the others side. His dick was so tingly and his balls felt so tight. This guy made just feel like his hole was the most amazing fuck tunnel. Justin heard the door open in the other booth and soon the longest black dick slide through. Had to be 11 inches, Justin stretched and got the head in his mouth and sucked on the guys cock. He could only take three inches but he loved how dark and smooth it was. He was leaking cum and it tasted amazing, Justin's legs kept shaking, he was rubbing his cock after taking it out of his jock, he felt like his legs were going to fall out from under him they were shaking and week so he pressed both hands against the opposite wall which allowed him to take another inch of the black gods cock. The guy on the other side of the wall never changed his pace and soon Justin felt his little dick leak cum all over the floor. It felt amazing. The guy slow fucked him for another two to three minutes and shot a huge load in the boy. He said, that a good fucking cunt! You deserve every drop of my load! Justin did not think much of it as the guy continued to slowly pump his ass and he sucked the big black cock. Soon the guy pulled out and said fucking whore back up on the BBC. I text my buddy to come over and try that hot hole of yours. He is huge but you can take it boy, I am gonna watch your face as you back up onto his big dirty cock. Justin turned around and lined up that big dick at his hole and pressed back and the guy watched as Justin started to show pain as the dick was rearranging his intestines. The guy smiled and said you better hold onto the wall over her he fucks hard, Justin followed his direction and the the nice guy put poppers under Justin's nose and Justin inhaled ten times before the the bbc started to move around inside him. Justin's pain increased and the guy told Justin that he was gonna come over, wait 30 second and open the door. Here me boy, Justin said yes Sir. The guy got up and he was standing right at the booth door when Justin reached up and unlocked it and he let himself in. Justin looked up and this really nice looking man smiled at him and said you look amazing like that boy. The guy rubbed Justin's head and got on the otherside of him and now was blocking the video, He rubbed his chest and told Justin what a good boy he was letting this big black cock cum in his hot little while hole. The guy pinched Justin's nipple and twisted it and Justin yelped. The door to the next booth opened and a minute later another huge black dick slide through. This one was thicker than the one in his ass. Open up baby boy, both that pussy and your mouth. Justin opened his mouth and swallowed that huge cock head and the white guy beat his fist on the wall, the black guy knew that this meant everyone was was in place and that cunt was now going to get railed hard. The bbc started to pull out a little and slam back in and Justin tried to pull of the BBC and pull his ass away from the wall at the same time but the nice white guy held him in place saying, boy its rude to tease these bbc's like that. Relax that hole and let my buddy deep inside you. He held Justin in place and the guy was railing his boy ass and Justin would yelp and moan and try to suck that big cock. The guy bent down so he was right in Justin's ear, Open that boy pussy, give him your pretty white ass while you suck that dirty black dick. You are such a beautiful young cum whore! Five minutes later the bbc in his ass shoved deep and beat on the way. The guy in his ear said, boy you just took that Black guys dirty dick and load. You get hotter the longer I am with you. The bbc in him pulled out and the white guy pulled him up and kissed him and then turned him around and spread his ass and backed Justin up against that bbc. Justin said I can't its too big. He kissed Justin again and grabbed the bbc with one hand and spread Justin's left check with the other and once in place he grabbed both Justin's hips and pressed him back until the head popped inside Justin and he yelped and moaned and said no please. The guy whispered in his ear, boy you want this more than you even know! My buddy drove in three hours today for your ass. You are going to open that cunt up for him and give him that sweet hot ass for his dirty man dick.

Jerry fell asleep next to Rod. He wanted to be there when that hunk woke up. But, Rod woke first and shouted, "Jerry, you did it, you got it to go down." The nailed toilet paper roll was loose. Jerry, groggily pulled it off, Rod's rod. The big dick was still the worse for wear and Rod had to piss like a race horse. He ran into the bathroom without closing the door, grabbed the measuring cup, filled it to half, and swallowed it all in Jerry's field of vision, then continued to piss for what seemed like an eternity. Jerry was amazed. It gave him more ideas. Rod presented his still large dick, just not hard to Jerry who examined it. It seemed all right except for puncture wounds and scabs. Jerry turned Rod around and said, let's check the butt out. He pulled out the plug and spooge, watery spooge flowed out. Rod said, "Oh, I feel the medication flowing out. What will we do?" Jerry was ready. He said, "I know you want to go to church. You are a little weak. I'll go with you. Get cleaned up and get dressed. I'll run home and change into church clothes." Jerry hated church. But he knew he had to make Rod owe him more and more. And he wanted to ask Rod about the piss drinking? He had plans for his own piss in Rods tummy and ass. Rod followed his routine perfectly. When Jerry came back, the two got in the car and drove to the church. Jerry got a few looks, but was welcomed home. Rod always got looks form guys and girls, and even a couple of the elders. When the service was over, Rod wanted to go to Sunday school. That was too much and Jerry said, "Rod, Bud, you know Jerry wants what's good for your soul, but your body, too. You better take it easy today. Let's get some food in you. If you want you can go back to church tonight. Will your parents be home" Rod was sure the parents would be home so Jerry had to work fast. His mind raced. When they got back to the house, Jerry said, "Rod, you drink that piss every day?" Rod was embarrassed. He hemmed and Jerry said the only thing better for the body than your own piss and someone else's piss. It has more of the things your body wants. Rod got wide eyed. He loved his piss. He needed it. "Jerry," he said, "I've got to have my piss." Jerry replied, "Of course, but you need to add someone else's at double the rate of your own." Rod thought about it. He said, "where will I get piss? I mean, you can't buy it in the store" Jerry said, "it so happens that I have to piss right now. How much of your own do you take?" Rod told him 4 ounces. Jerry responded, "Well, I'll give you eight ounces or a tad more. It should build you up fast." Rod took a little to long to think about it and Jerry had to say, "Well, if you don't want it." That pushed Rod over the edge. He took Jerry into the bathroom and handed him the measuring cup. Jerry reminded Rod it was best hot from the source. Jerry said, "Rod, I really thing you should take it right from my dick, it won't lose any potency. But if you don't want to... Rod stepped in the shower, saying what if it spills. Jerry had him strip, Jerry worked really hard, pissing and holding, pissing and holding until he had emptied his bladder. He said, "Good work, Rod. That should give you plenty of what you need. "Ah, Jerry," Rod said, "My hole feels so empty, can I have the plug back?" Jerry almost fainted from joy. He had that big jock hooked on taking things up the ass. Soon Jerry would be pissing in it, fucking it, and eventually get some other guys to do the same. But for now, bigger and bigger plus, with a large dose of T in the lube. Jerry looked in his bag, pulled out a small one and inserted it. Rod asked, "Jerry, could I please have a bigger one?" Jerry complied. Considerably bigger. Rod would soon be a cock slut. Jerry knew it even if Rod didn't. Stay tuned for more

Shot an independent porn film late last January. Met a guy at his place in Rogers Park. Not ordinarily the type I go for, but he was receptive to the idea of making a video. I had to be his bottom. After kissing and body contact, he pulled out a modest dick with foreskin. I was not expecting that, but it was a nice surprise. He even had a little dick cheese stuck to the head. I choked on his dick, and before long, he had me bent over on the bed. He railed me in a few positions, and eventually had me on my back. I seldom get in this position, but on this occasion, I was completely at ease. My heels were pointed at Jesus, my buttcheeks were spread widely, and he pounded away like he hadn't fucked in a while. Meanwhile, he's got a tight grip on my own dick and is jerking furiously. We were both covered in his sweat. I told him to release my dick or else I would blow. It's bad etiquette for the bottom to cum first. But it was too late. I gushed cum out like a fountain while he's plowing me senseless. The double sensation was too much. He gathered the cum of my abdomen, spread it on his own dick, and kept fucking before breeding me with his own load. One of the best fucks I've had in the past year!

Next up was Hamburg where I checked out the back rooms of TOM’s Saloon. It was a Thursday night and the crowds seem to be dying down a bit, so I was thinking “damn, I should’ve came earlier “. I ordered a beer and started to walk around the place getting to where the dark rooms were in the back of the bar. I started walking down the narrow hallway which had cubbies on one side. Leaning against the wall was an older bear with a full beard and rounded stomach. I barely had time to make eye contact with him before he grabbed me and shoved me into the nearest cubby. He pushed me into the corner while reaching to unbutton my pants and pull them down. Once my ass was exposed, he forced my head down so that my hole was exposed and available. He unzipped and pulled out a decent size dick that I didn’t have time to prepare for before he was shoving it in me. This was literally a raw fuck with no chance for lube. The first few minutes were painful as the friction of his fuck rubbed against my dry hole. Mercifully my ass juices began to flow and the tempo increased. With each charge of his penis as he roughly fucked me, my head banged into the corner of the cubby over and over. He leaned over me and grabbed my shoulders as I went from being impaled on his dick to smacked in the corner. He didn’t care; his needs were going to get met. After 15 minutes, I began to hear some grunts and groans as his cock pulsed his load into me. He pulled out, tucked himself back in, and left the cubby with not a word to me. My ass dripping, I rubbed the top of my head and pulled back up my jeans.

I really like this PA, I wonder if anyone would take this up their shitter.

In college, I kept getting what I thought was strep. Like, every 3 months. It was happening so often, I'd just call the family doctor and he'd phone in a prescription. Only much later, when I had pain in my asshole and discharge, and went to the public clinic, and they told me I had rectal gonorrhea and they grilled me about my sexual practices and decided to swab me at the other end did a light go on in my head -- I'd been getting gono in my throat every few months all thru college. (I was a "regular" at the park across the street and the XXX theater down the block. As a 20-year-old frat boy who got off on seeing how many guys he could service, I was kinda "popular.") I felt really stoopid for not realizing I was getting gono. I soon felt even stoopider... I'd also gone months feeling like I was wearing a scratchy woolen speedo... When I finally described this to a gay friend, he yelled at me for not knowing I had crabs. They'd gotten REALLY bad -- pubes AND asscrack -- by the time I did something about them. Gono and crabs have been a recurrent problem for me from college to the present day.

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

Vent Piece, buuuuut, I'm bored and want to ignore my responsibilities. So, made a poll and shit. For the past 6 years, I have been interested in older men. And, to be honest..... I'm kinda losing interest in both having sex, being intimate and even being romantic with guys in general (more particularly older men). Here's my dilemma, and this goes into the poll: Do Older Men really want younger guys? It seems to be a dumb question. After all, we always see "Daddy Pounds Boi" on Pornhub and such, and twinks a plenty riding Daddies and such. But, do Older Men really want younger guys? By "Older" I mean men who are in their 40's and up. And, here's where my questioning comes into play: There are 3 main problems I tend to see with older guys who claim to want younger guys, but end up not doing anything to keep the ball rolling. SCENARIO 1: FALSE SEXUAL DESIRE This may sound weird, but the amount of Older Men/Daddies who kind of exaggerate their need for sex is really amazing. Top Daddies will say they wanna fuck for hours, and go multiple times... But, all that happens is they just stay still, do nothing, throw in the dick, pump, then just pretend the sex never happened. They don't want head again, they don't wanna go another round - hell, not even want to tease their cocks. They just wanna pull the card of "I'm all business" without saying anything. They promised intrigue and adventure, but all that's happened was basic handshake and awkward silence. Nothing.... Fun. Or, hell - Older Bottoms. In this scenario, they beg for cock. Desiring the means of multiple sessions, desiring hard fucking, and so on so forth. But, take down your pants, and they can't even have the will power to suck the head longer than 1 second. What was promised as a means to be pounded and to have passionate kissing, sweat and pleasure for both, is just mindless groans of "I can't do this - it's too big, or I'm not in the mood." (6 inches is apparently too big to jerk off.... Yeah, not joking) A real life example of this is recently. Now, I'm a 24 year old Vers Top who basically went on a trip just to fuck an older bottom (yes, I went on a trip... For that ass.... Though, he did pay for the ride, but it was his idea). Went there to pound him, give him kisses, attention, rim jobs and so on so forth - but NOPE. He just was radio silent, and didn't want me to have my cock anywhere near him. Now, mind you he was busy with work, and I get that. But, no passion even in the pecks we gave each other, no glances at my naked body, or anything. We knew each other for a while now, and talked on the phone everyday, with him wanting to get fucked by multiple younger guys. But, here comes a 6ft. lean pretty boy with a cock ready to fuck him raw, and recently tested all clear - and here he is not wanting to talk to me, but messaging other guys - guys his own age/slightly younger. This scenario usually comes as the older guy wanting the idea of sex, but not wanting the reality of it, nor desiring it. And this happens the most. SCENARIO 2: DEPENDENCE ON EMOTIONAL VALIDITY It is true that older men are judged by ageist means in the gay community. However, the amount of older men wanting me to be their source of sexual validity, and means of a therapist is rather off putting to say the least. When an older man sends 89 paragraphs of why they're into me, and it's mostly because they feel like they have nothing to live for, and that if they don't have a partner then they're failures, and that it's society's fault for their tooth suddenly missing - it, just..... No. The gay community is judgy, yes - but, that doesn't justify someone trying to pressure me into a relationship. Not only is pressuring bad (yes, I have to say this) , but their mind is not on my well-being or such, but rather on their means of "oh, I'm not lonely anymore, and now that I have a younger guy in my life, I can put all my emotional issues and problems on him to fix it, rather than change as a person, because look - have a relationship now." This of course (if I even entertain this notion), they don't engage in conversations, nor really want to even have sex. Just just kinda waddle in their own emotionally driven and vaguely worded filth for hours, until they just stop talking to you ever again. And, surprise surprise - they then go back to looking at older men as opposed to younger guys. When I leave, though, they'll beg for cock/ass or whatever, but, when I'm there - radio silence. An example of this was one guy demanded I showed up at his place to fuck his hole. So, being horny as hell and a bit tired of studying - off I went. And as soon as I showed up, cock ready at hand, he just kinda off-handily told me to put it away and started talking about why he feels unlucky about life, and why no one attractive wants to have sex with him...... Nice. By then asking me to marry him (sure, that's a good segment) he then went to his kitchen/living room to jerk off to Daddy solo's and didn't even notice me leave. Nice. SCENARIO 3: YOU FIX YOURSELF TO MEET MY STANDARDS The rule in any relationship is to understand and help your partner - not blind yourself with their excuses, and fix them. As someone who has dated older men, who claim to be blunt - not caring about feelings - all about the facts....... They're just kinda..... Passive aggressive and shit. Now, look, I'll admit, I hate conflict - I'll avoid it by any costs. But, I will address the issue in the room. Politely, probably too nicely - but, it's addressed clearly and properly. The men I dated (51 (18 at the time), 39 (18), 26(19), 49 (19), 54 (20), and 49 (23)) just kind of did the same thing - which was act like everything was fine and dandy, but then out of nowhere started to yell and accuse me of things I never did. And these issues, well... I guess if I did enough mental gymnastics, I can see where they're coming from. But, it all amounts to them saying the same shit: "You're too horny, you're too naive, and you're too stupid/unable to take anything seriously."..... Um, honey... I'm 19 or so lol Not saying that any behavior that is toxic is justifiable by age (GOD, NO, I AM NOT SAYING THAT, CUZ' PREACH), but I'm young with hormones (supposedly), I don't know how to properly handle every sense of taxing, car work or means of credit values (I'm in college and too busy with tests about philosophy and math to ever even learn how to change my own oil) and I'm happy to be around someone I like, so, of course I'm gonna be happy - which could come off as not being "serious." Though, I'll let that one slid under the radar. But, every one of those complaints usually are solved by, ohhh, I don't know - dating someone who has some experience or two? it just baffles me. I'm willing to understands emotions, have very well constructed conversations, and clearly I wanna fuck like crazy, but..... It just seems that older men don't really want younger guys... Well, unless their rich, knows how to fix their own car, never make jokes, keep quiet, and be able to mentally read their mind. Also, being a 5 star therapist with an Oprah Sticker of Approval - That's a keeper, hun. So, yes, I know NOT ALL OLDER MEN ARE LIKE THIS.... But.... Gorge', I'm gonna level with you. I'm thinking of just throwing in the towel and being completely straight, or just ace. Ace is more financially stable. Who needs to be a Sugar Son for a House Daddy, when you can just be a rich twink with a 5 star fleshlight? It's Aba-dick-ian Fitch (mwah). But, it's just kinda getting me back into my reclusive tendencies. Tendencies where I just kind of think no one really wants dick, that it's all a lie, and that there's no point in going after guys in the first place. Every compliment is a lie, every wink is tease and every gesture is a joke.... And well, my hopes are just the punchline...... Oh fuck that hurt typing that shit out. Damn...... Might actually be an artist or something, fuck, fam'. LITerature (BAM). But, the thing is, I just kinda feel like older men are just kinda wanting younger guys as a means of a trophy, more so than genuinely want them. With me, I realise that there's possibly going to be a political, emotional, and mental disconnect. And, it's not because they're older than me, but because they're an individual. But, despite all that, I get familiar with older shows, music and such, and still make good jokes in person. I try to expand my horizons and means to understand them, and accept them for who they are... And well, they just seem not to want to do the same. Just be stuck on a loop. But what do you guys think? You think older men want younger guys? Do you think it's possible? No? Or think I should have a brick to the head because I'm culturally appropriating drag queen culture? Leave your thoughts down below as I finish drinking this drink that definitely not piss..... It is most certainly not piss.... I hope the fuck it's not piss..... Well, fuck.

I was supposed to be laying over in Vegas tomorrow night, but forgot that I'd requested a trip trade a couple of weeks ago. Late saturday night I got a text saying I was now going to be in Phoenix on Monday. As I was scrambling to get my uniforms washed and do food prep, I reached out to a few of my fuck buds in Phoenix. 2 had plans already, but "muscles" (my newest fuck bud), was free. And he was willing to come out to my hotel in Tempe to play (our only PHX layover hotel that's in the suburbs). This wasn't going to be a free for all cum fest, no open door with a gang of tops coming in to use me. It was just the two of us flip fucking for a couple of hours. Of course this included mutual rimming, oral, and a LOT of making out. He's a very good kisser, loves to eat ass, and his body is amazing...the kind you want to hold onto and rub up against for extended periods of time...which I did! I was the first to cum....I had him on his side, and I was sort of behind him, sort of on top of him kissing his ear when I blew my load. I usually stay hard after I cum, so I continued to pump his ass while he milked my dick. After I slid out, I got on my back and he dove into my ass. He must have been pretty worked up because he blew his load in about 2 minutes. Then we spooned and made out some more. At about 10:45pm, we went out for a quick bite to eat...almost a regulation date except that we fucked first LOL. We both agreed it was hot to be out and about with cum in our holes. I got my schedule for March, and as of now I have 5 PHX layovers. I also have one SLC, and have a big dicked top bud there...He's already got me on his calendar, can't wait to see him. I'm sure I'll see "muscles" again next month, but also hoping I can meet up with my 9" top bud too. And maybe get in a visit or two to Flex.

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I wear a 000 gauge regular PA that stretches a hole good. Can’t imagine what that would do!!😈

You sound like a kind and considerate man. I agree with most of what you're saying except for last statement. Would it be better to meet an older man in a non sexual setting then?

Yes, older guys like younger, but the two age groups can view things differently and both parties should try to understand where the other is coming from. Being older, I've learned that my FB's are valuable, they won't be around forever, and it's OK to like them without wanting to be BF's. That said, most of my FB's are younger, they often want an impersonal, sexually-focused association, and are turned-off by friendly, G-rated interactions of any kind. They also expect me to keep-up, so it's important for older men not to inflate their prowess and make promises they can't keep, and for younger guys not to assume an older guy's friendliness is necessarily an attempt to get closer, we just know your value, sometime's we get excited about it and it shows. In my view, these are minor considerations when compared to sexual compatibility, which is what really matters.

Hi there, I'm 19 from Australia. From a young age I was trained and used by father and brother. By 14 I was taking loads from randoms in parks and public toilets. I started to top aswell at around 16. Love public and outdoor sex and drinking piss. Not on Prep, but suprisingly (and dissapointing not poz yet) Hit me up to chat.

In order to help us advise you further, it may be helpful for us to know exactly what YOU want out of a relationship with an older man. One thing is for sure, older men come with ‘baggage’, emotional and otherwise, and usually lots of it. Unless you live under a rock, you just don’t get through life without accumulating baggage along the way- the older you get, the more you acquire. It always makes me laugh when I see profiles from younger guys that specify “no dramas” or “no baggage” as if the ultimate goal in life is to sail through it looking cool in a pair of this season’s must-have shades, without anything ever happening to you, good or bad. Btw, I’m not saying that you are like this at all @Sunovabesh- your post is thoughtful and obviously borne out deep frustration. Also, don’t forget that a lot of older men grew up in a time when being gay was quite a lot harder than it is now, and this leaves scars. I’m not saying that it’s all smiles and roses for young people coming out today either- but it is something to bear in mind when confronted with the neuroses of my generation. Relationships are hard! Don’t give up and throw in the towel just yet. Enjoy your youth while you’ve got it- it doesn’t last long, and you’ll be joining us old boys on the bench opposite sooner than you think!

I admire your restraint -- aggravated assault or attempted murder would have been my first reaction, mitigated only by the fact that he paid for your travel. This is a specific example of the principle "watch what you ask for because you may get it." A more light-hearted phrasing is "the dog that chased the car and caught it." Down on the ground, though, it's a display of fear and self-doubt: your arrival means that if Mr. G [for "older guy"] puts much thought and effort into achieving a goal, by Gad, he can do it. So what does that mean for the last 45 or 50 years of his life? --Another example of this comes to mind -- Craigslist was famous for having M4M ads in which the writer would fervently express his desire to have a man with 8 inches or more come by and plow him like he was a prairie in the spring. No prize for guessing a frequent outcome: it's too big, I'm not ready, this is a bad time, blah, blah, blah. I don't know the fancy psych term for all of this, but the word "avoidance" is coming to mind. Actually, as I sit here typing, it sounds like a pretty good description. -- I suppose my point is that your experiences, aggravating as they are, are within well-worn patterns of human behavior. I readily admit that being in the midst of the encounter is uncomfortable at best and quickly approaches the level of "damn annoying." At a bit more abstract level, the issue of loneliness among the elderly is a concern especially in the health care context -- folks who have frequent bouts of loneliness or social isolation have a higher risk of malnutrition, injuries caused by falls, heart problems, etc. But you're not required to make the world a better place just because some guy sees you as the panacea to all of his emotional and psychological woes. The catchline "make the world a better place if you can" doesn't require herculean efforts on the part of the listener, just that the listener do what he can to improve his little corner of the world. I can't adopt every dog that's in an animal shelter in the US, but I can (and did) adopt two rescue dogs -- their world is pretty good and so is mine, but I digress. Going on a date, however you want to define that term, doesn't require you to have a master's degree in social work so you can be your companion's therapist for the evening. At the risk of making too broad a generalization, that's how men of that generation (hell, it's my generation also since I'm in my 60s) learned how to approach conflict. The emotional sensitivity that -- watch out for another broad generalization -- guys of your generation possess (or at least have been exposed to) was something that developed in the mid- to late-80s. By then, all of us poor saps had been molded and formed, and it could take some real god-damned effort to change. Again, at the risk of boring the reader, it took me 4 years of therapy to get myself on a better emotional path, and the emotional and psychological reactions of 50+ years ago still occasionally flare up. I'm not excusing their behavior towards you, just trying to explain it. I don't have any other ideas, clever or otherwise, at the moment about this. I'll mention though [that damn risk of boredom again] that my boyfriend of almost 2 years is more than 20 years younger than I am. There are guys of my age who really do give a damn about younger guys and who appreciate the energy and perspective they bring. (Note that trophy spouses are a societal-wide phenomenon, and if you read enough history, you'd think that's what the societal elite is about -- who's on whose arm and getting laid that night. A note of appreciation though (this and $3 gets you coffee somewhere in America).... thanks for raising the subject and for challenging us to look at ourselves and around us. You can modestly disavow any intent to have such an effect, but thanks for the time and effort.

I normally don't bother with Sauna's on the weekends, but decided to see what Wet was like on a Saturday afternoon - was reasonably busy but there wasn't a lot that I found interesting: the one guy that I connected with was looking for a bottom so that was definitely a fail 😞 So I took a pass out and came back later in the evening - definitely more interesting then. I was in the darkroom and heard what I thought was an Asian guy being fucked - I've found that several of the Asian bottoms that I have fucked over the years have a distinctive whimper and this guy was true to the type. Once my eyes adjusted, I could see that the noise was coming from a three way, and I couldn't work out which one of the two being fucked was making the noise (the one in the middle who was fucking/being fucked) or the one who was the bottom. When the top guy eventually pulled off, it was the bottom that was making the noise - I decided to continue watching the shadows fuck and eventually the meat-in-the-sandwich pulled off and left. The bottom started looking around for more tops and he felt my rock hard cock ... and at that distance I could tell that he was indeed an Asian guy, so jackpot! I stuck my hand down to feel his ass: was loose from all the fucking he'd had but was also quite dry - perfect as it gives plenty of friction. He knelt in front of me and presented his ass - no wanting to suck, the slut just wanted to banged and banged. So I slide inside him and started to pound away at his loose hole. The whimpering started up again with a bit of quiet verbal - "fuck me", "fuck me harder", "fuck me faster" ... of course I was obliging 🙂 I lent against his back and whispered in his ear that I was going to cum inside him ... "breed me" was the answer, so I fill him with my 5-day load. I pulled out and he turned over , laid on his back and raised his hole for me to continue to fuck. I slide back inside his noise moist hole and continued to fuck a second load inside him ... he continued with the verbal, was a super hot time and I blew a second load. Was a really hot time, and what made it even hotter was when I waited outside the dark room to see him leave - he was one of these innocent looking dorky Asian kids: the type you think hang out in the Uni computer lab ... when what he actually was was a total bareback bottom slut that loved getting pounded anonymously in bath house. I got hard again and went to find another hole ...

Congrats! That's very hot, and I'll bet your friends that watched are jealous that you're uninhibited enough to do that whether they admit it or not. I have a lot of platonic friends and a lot of fuckbuds/repeats but almost zero FWB unfortunately. Even so, virtually all my platonic friends do know I'm a slut, and it's no secret. I talk openly about sex - I'll say when I went to sex party a few nights ago or I'm having a 3way tomorrow night kind of thing. Pretty much every single one of my platonic friends admits they're jealous of my sex life or they "wanna be me when they grow up" lol. The right friends won't judge you - be yourself and embrace it. Taking multiple loads from strangers in back rooms isn't for everyone, but even if your friends didn't join you (this time), you never know next time or what THEY do behind closed doors :) you're just doing it out in the open (free advertising lol)

Have plenty myself, back, sleeves, arms, chest. Some guys like them, others don't. The real turn-on for me is any tattoo that cannot be hidden like neck and hands. Guys who have those are usually really up for it. The first guy I ever loaded, a thin, wasted guy, just my sort, had tattooed hands. He had to tell me about them and I, just having been loaded myself, had to load him. Why? We both knew we were on the same journey; seed had to be exchanged. TheBaldMan

I addressed this subject back in 2017. This is very simple and fucking fun! I have done this several times. You just need a catheter for each man, and a "barrel" connector. Best to use a Foley catheter because once inserted, the balloon is inflated and it locks the catheter in place.

I told myself I would just look, I always tell myself that. It was Friday night and I was online. Barebackrt always manages to get me in trouble and just when I was starting to be good again. I sorted through several messages and prospected fucks before coming across one that looked promising. The guy was a little bigger, but not fat, and he had a huge, thick cock. In his message, he asked me if I wanted to come play with him and a friend. He said they would get me high on g and t and fuck me all night. I had promised myself that I wouldn't party anymore, especially not a few days before class and since I had a loving (and in his mind), monogamous boyfriend now. We continued to exchange messages and eventually my slutty side won out when he mentioned how much he wanted me to be a whore and to watch me take several guys' raw cocks and cum. I was on my way to his apartment within minutes. I arrived at his apartment just as the other guy (his friend who he had mentioned) was leaving. I was a little disappointed as this guy was hot but by this point I was in slut mode and just wanted to get high and take dick. I immediately took off my clothes (the guy told me later what a turn on this was for him) and took some g. We started smoking a little while the guy (William) played with my hardening dick and told me what a slut he wanted me to be. This, along with the drugs, made me horny enough to try to ride his thick, 8.5" dick. It took some work but I managed to ride him while he lay on his back. He eventually lifted me up and fucked me doggy (my favorite) while taking breaks to message other guy's online with invitations to use my ass. I wont lie, his dick was painful to take, but it was a good pain and I was in heat. His phone rang and he stopped fucking me to answer it. He hung up and said "A guy is here to fuck you, put your ass in the air and get ready for him." I did as I was told, positioning my self so my ass was in the air facing the door. The guy came in, undressed, and immediately slid his raw dick in my ass. His was definitely easier to take and I was glad I had been stretched out a bit before. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but he was passing and he had a decent dick that he fucked me with so I was happy. While he pumped away, William watched and told me what a good slut I was. He started taking pictures which really turned me on. The current top pushed me down from my knees so I was laying face down on the bed. He held my face down and fucked me hard, whispering in my ear "I'm going to breed your ass." He started fucking faster and I could feel his balls, thick with cum now, slapping against my ass. He told me he was going to breed me and William urged him on, "Breed his ass." He shot his load up me with a grunt, my first one of the night. He got dressed and left with a thank you and a slap on the ass. William's phone buzzed and he told me that the next guy was already here, "get back in position." I did as I was told again, but this time I had a load in me. The next guy was hot. He was from the Midwest with blond hair, a hot, worked out body, and a nicely sized dick. He took off his clothes and walked over to admired my loaded ass. "He just took a load before you got here," William told him. "Nice," he said as he teased my wet hole with his finger. He slid his ass up my cum-filled hole; his dick felt amazing. It was the perfect size. I moaned like a little bitch as he started fucking me, rhythmically pushing his dick in and out. While he fucked me doggy on the bed I reached around to grab his muscled arms, pushing into his cock as he fucked me. He slid out of me and William immediately shoved his thick cock in, it still hurt but I took it anyway with a slight gasp which quickly turned into moans as he pounded my hole. As he fucked me I noticed that there were 2 other guys in the room now as well, getting undressed. William slid out of me and I moved my ass back into position for the next guy. He was a hot, straight-acting, surfer guy with an amazing dick and this, low-hanging balls. His chest was smooth and tight. He fucked slid his cock in my wet hole and began fucking me like the others. The guy from the Midwest positioned his cock in front of me and I sucked on it while taking the other guy's dick. The surfer guy turned me over and fucked me with my legs in the air and over his shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he turned away when I tried. I reached down and felt his smooth balls slapping against my ass and his raw dick pumping in and out of my slutty hole. He grabbed my feet and spread my legs in the air as he fucked me, hold my feet. I looked down at his amazing dick fucking my hole. So fucking, hot. I wanted his hot ball sac to unload up me so badly. The second guy to come in started fucking Midwestern guy on the bed next to me. I love getting fucked while listening to another bottom moan next to me. Such a fucking turn on. William continued taking pictures and telling the other guys to fuck me. He told the surfer guy to breed me. He started fucking me more intensely, throwing me over so I was flat on my stomach again and shot his load up my cunt. My second load, I couldn't be happier. He lay on top of me as his balls unloaded into my ass, I reached back and felt them pulse. My ass was definitely wet now. Watching me get bred got the top who had been fucking Midwestern guy really horny, he pulled out and came over to shove his cock in my warm, wet hole. He had a long, curved dick and he fucked hard and fast. My ass must have felt great with the warm cum in it because he came within a couple of minutes. He shot a huge load and I could feel cum leaking out and down my balls as he pulled out. Midwestern guy was up next, he had me lay on my back with my legs in the air as he admired my cum-drenched hole. He slowly teased his hole with his dick, pushing it in and out of the opening to my hole gently. I moaned with pleasure and he rammed his dick in hard, pounding away at my hole. I could feel the cum running down and out of my ass as he fucked me. I reached down to feel his shaft which was slick with thick cum. He pumped me hard for several minutes as I moaned and told him how good his dick felt. I will admit, his felt the best by far. He finally shot his load in me, adding up to a total of 4. William gave me the last load and for once, with all the cum in me, his dick barely hurt at all. He had a huge load for me too. After that, everyone started picking up to leave and I decided to head back home too. My ass was full of cum as I sat down at my computer once I got home and logged onto Barebackrt.

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

Okay so I’ve been told my blocking policy online is a little harsh, but like most of us, I’ve been played for a fool many times and tired of getting hopes up for some of these guys. If you flake on me more than once, I block you. If you go ghost, I block you. If ur from out of town, msg me about hooking up, then get in town And I don’t hear from u, I block you as well. Is that too harsh?! I mean, if you are talking about fucking and ur not fucking, what’s the point? Ur profile is clutter. I’m not about to sit around while u wait for your version of a perfect 10. Times a wasting and I could be engaging with interested guys. What do u think?

Earlier there was a question - where to meet gay guys in a non-sexual setting. The following places come to mind - gay meetups (meetup.com), gay book clubs, gay restaurants and bars, the symphony or other music concerts, Home Depot/Lowe’s, the theatre to see plays or movies, museums, art galleries, etc. Anything to do with culture, home renovation, travel, even sporting events, you’ll find gay men there!

Yeah - Being a gear fetish guy, I got tired of the naked parties and 'fetish' parties that were mostly naked or semi naked, so we created GearFreaxxx - check us out at [think before following links] http://wwww.gearfreaxxx.com - we have darkrooms and play areas at the venue. BZ members welcome, but you must be in gear!

For me it depends on the situation and the top. If I know he’s going to give it to me more than once, I like it on my face so I feel extra slutty as he or another top is pounding my ass while I have a load on my face. If I like the top or he asks me to, I’ll happily swallow his load. Also if it’s in an area or situation where having it on my face would not be a good idea, obviously I’ll swallow it.

Fuck, that last part was amazing! I so wish that was me taking those big cocks and loads!!!

I understand your frustration. Unfortunately there are no right answers either and that’s not just me trying to cop out. I’m an older (42) bottom guy although I don’t consider myself old by any means. I keep fit and see my fair share of action. The trouble is, I suspect, that a lot of guys want hook-ups without relationship stress; while those looking for more enjoy the initial contact in the hopes of triggering something lasting. The problems seem to be when these two collide. But then we hit generalisation. Peoples goals and needs change. Mostly this comes with experience. Because of this I personally prefer guys around my age or a bit older still. Because mostly we have no illusions about what we want. I’m not interested in anything long term. Don’t need it. Happy to be some guy’s occasional relief. Where it gets tricky is, in most of my scene dealings younger guys tend to look down on older guys. Why are they still out partying? Who do they think they are kidding? And on the other hand older guys are cagey/resentful of the “young punk” attitude while still thinking they have what it takes. At the same time as this most of the older tops I meet want a twink for the night and most of the younger guys think I should be a top for them. Some want romance, some want a fuck. More often than not it takes longer than a brief exchange of chat to know where you stand. Like I said complicated. You sound like you know what you want and I’m sorry the answer is you just have to keep looking and maybe. Maybe you’ll find it. It sucks but if you’re prepared to take the advice of someone twenty years down the road. Nothing happens without perseverance. I hope you meet the guy you want; I really do. Just remember every “flake” you meet has probably had to deal with their share of poor experiences too. After a while everyone becomes a little jaded.

Loving this!

You're right, a good case of the fuck flu.

Yeah agreed, when this happened to me, when I started to take loads little by little, I never thought much about it, if a guy used a condom fine, if he didn't even better. But I never considered myself a bug-chaser since that was never my idea. But I do remember the thrill I got every time I was bred. It was like something totally forbidden [banned word] dangerous, and it was like I was HIV negative just thumbing my nose at the danger so to speak. Like many have said, once I started doing that, that was all I wanted to do, it was how I got off, regular sex was insufficient, I needed my thrill. So eventually I was converted. I vaguely remember chit chat around me that I later recognized as guys trying to convert me: guys asking me if I wanted their babies, if they could use a tooth brush on my ass, all that stuff, so that's how it happened. I thought I was unique, so I'm glad to know I wasn't, that others had the same experience I did.

My old buddy stopped by for dinner and a movie earlier. We ate and then watched the movie MA. I got distracted as he's grown his winter beard long, plus I know he has a beautiful 8" cock. I eventually leaned over to his crotch and began rubbing it. He looks at me and smirks, saying he knew I'd be wanting some of his cock. He unzips and I suck his cock and go down until my face is in his bush. He's not had head from me since I got dentures, and is surprised I can deep throat him so easily. He's moaning and telling me I shouldn't have waited until I was 50 to get my teeth removed. I'm surprised by how aggressive he is forcing my head up and down, and before I know it he's nutting straight down my throat. He holds my head on his cock and tells me to nurse it back to hardness by the time the movie is over so he can fuck me. Well, I spent the next 30 minutes with his cock in my mouth, and he was fully hard soon as the credits rolled. He turned me around, got my jeans lowered, and slid in my ass nice n slow. A steady fuck for 15 minutes and he blows his load in my ass. He just left a bit ago. I'm typing this as I watch the end of the movie again and his load is leaking outta my ass.

Had a good run of late... last weeked I got fucked by two cab drivers on separate nights. One of them a young pakistani lad, great body and cock, i really like this lad, married, kids etc. I then got to suck off a really hot guy in restroom, now this guy had great thick thighs and low hangers and gave me his cream by ramming the back of my throat hard till he shot load. But the best was Steve, my mate from school above post. Not heard from him since that night, however; last night we were out in a group, he was ok, but i found him distant in his approach to me which is unusual. Evening went on I went to piss, he then came in, stood at side of me, whipped his cock out to piss. I asked him if he was ok, he said yes, i touched his cock, he asked if he could come back to mine, i asked jokingly what for, he said so I can give you my Bone...I was almost cumming, I mean Steve is fucking Hot, masculin and has a gruffness about his voice. I told him on one condition, only that I can rim his arse deep and spend time eating his hole out. He looked so stunned, really shocked, said he had never done it before was unsure.... I took a chance and said up to you Steve. By the end of the night, i had him sprawled on my bed, arse cheeks open whilst I spent nearly an hour eating out his hot sweaty hole.. he then gave me his bone and left a hot creamy load in my arse. He stayed the night and fucked me again before he left in the morning.. I need to be careful here I think..

The trouble with emails was you never knew what was what for sure. Rod read the short email. It made little sense to him. It was as tho it were sent to someone else. In his usual fashion he went thru the store, locking the back door, turning off lights, closing off the store room, turning out lights, turning on the security light, locked the front door and walked toward home. He was sorry he drank that Coke, he had to piss in the worst way. He would fight it as it would throw off his routine. When he got home there was a note from mom saying she and dad had gone to a late movie. Super was ready to heat up in the microwave. Rod sat at the kitchen table fighting the need to piss. It was strong, so he did what he did when he knew he had to wait. He pulled a clothes peg out of the drawer. He opened his belt, opened his pants and out flopped Rod's rod. He knew it was a big one. He clamped the clothes peg on it. He knew from experience the pain would relieve the urge to piss. He closed up his pants, the sharp pain in the cockhead alleviated the desire to piss, but always made him hard. He really missed the pleated pants because the flat front really compressed his big rod of a dick. He ate the dinner. He didn't want to use the last of the milk, so he drank what was left of a sport's drink. Out loud, he said, "God, I have to piss like a race horse." Then he headed upstairs for his nightly routine. Everything proceeded in order. But, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop once the piss started, so he pissed into a measuring cup in the shower, pulling it away at 4 ounces. He pissed a long time, blessed relief. He prayed the usual but added one about the scholarship. When his head hit the pillow and his hand grasped his cock, he drifted off, dreaming of the university, the math bowl, the scholarship, football, and the strange email. When he woke, his routine would be the same, except his cock head was badly bruised. He wore the clothes peg too long. Well, Friday is Friday and things have to be done, bruised cock or not. But seeing the bruised cock somehow excited him. He found himself getting rock hard. More trouble for the morning. He dressed, stuffed that thing into his flat front pants, and felt the back of the zipper. It hurt and Rod adjusted it. Then he readjusted it right back against the zipper. Bulge was more than obvious. Heck, he readjusted it and went downstairs. Mom kissed his hair, he kissed her cheek. Dad said he and mom wanted to go to the lake Saturday for the day. Would that be all right? Would he be fine? Since he had to work, he didn't see a problem with the trip. They would leave early and be home by midnight. Don't wait up! As Rod drove to school, he kept readjusting his cock, onto the zipper. The barbed teeth gave him a strange feeling. He liked it. He parked in his usual spot, adjusted his cock, saw Susie Sanders waved, She waited for him to get out of the car. He had to readjust first. They walked in together. Once inside, Principal Adams said there was a message for him in the office. Rod had time, so he went to get it. It was a simple phone message from Mr Higgins. Could he get to the Hardware store a little early to unload some things into the back room. Rod knew Mr Higgins expected it and planned to do it. Cut short his gym time, but he owed Mr Higgins. At the end of Math class, Rod stopped in the john, he entered a stall and adjusted himself against those barbed zipper teeth. It scared him that he liked to so much. He rubbed it. Yes. He did like it. Well no time now, he readjusted and headed to class. His buds thought he had the runs, he was in the john between every class, and spent 15 min of lunch in there. While he drove home he shifted his dick back and forth across that zipper. He pulled into the garage, closed the door, jogged the 100 feet to the back door and let himself in. He hurried upstairs to get his gym bag, but went into the bathroom to look at his dick in the mirror. It was swollen and ugly colored. He almost broke down and put on underwear. But didn't. He walked to the gym, did most of his routine, showered, got dressed and headed to the hardware store. Mr. Higgins thanked him heartily for coming in. He said he and his wife had to go to her sisters. She was sick and had 3 little kids. He would not be home until Monday. Rod would be in charge in the hardware store. Rod told him not to worry. "Go ahead now, Mr Higgins. I will take care of things here. Do I need to make a deposit?" Mr Higgins said not today, but Saturday afternoon after 5. Put the usual in the night deposit at the bank down the street. Rod said understood. Mr Higgins hurried out. Rod stepped behind the rack of plumbing supplies and began rubbing his big cock against his zipper. Funny he had never tried this before. It was quiet in the store and he went to the john. He opened his pants and took a good look, big hard cock. Then he heard the bell. That was the portent of tragedy. In his hurry, he zipped skin "

Mr. Benson says how did I like watching them work over this person who was beating up Gay men. As one who has been beaten up a few times I thought it was right as all we are trying to do. I'm taken into what looks like a operating room and lay me on the table face up. Mr. Benson says you will become a member of his family as I have to be marked. He pierces my tongue, then a nose ring, both of my nipples and did that hurt and then a Prince Albert piercing in the head of my dick. Mr. Benson when I get older and I have proven my self he ask one of his assistants to remove his shirt. I see the POZ tattoos and then I see the brand of the letters of MB on his ass cheek. Mr. Benson grabs my face and says that can't be removed even as I not only have his body but his sole. As I'm already POZ Mr.Benson does not have to convert me but he does my hole, so he and his assistants are fucking me and have turned me into a real cum loving pig who is willing to drink their piss and cum. They put me in the sling one day and I see plenty of parTy supplies and toys on the table next to me. Mr.Benson comes in with the 2 assistants dress like a butcher with rubber aprons on. I can't keep my eyes off the needles as I have not been slammed in a long time and just the thought of have they needle in my arm and seeing my blood into the syringe is getting me hard.Mr. Benson is laughing and says I wonder if he knows why he is in the sling for as he grabs my dick then takes a syringe and inject it into me and its not Tina but a caverject, that will keep the bitch hard and make a good film. I see my dick grow and its as hard as it has ever been and wish I have a hole to put it in, but its not to be as I feel the sharp prick in my arm and the warm rush as I cough my brains and realize this was a very heavy slam. I'm not in this sling to get fuck but to get fisted and I'm scared to death as Mr.Benson dick is the biggest thing I have ever taken as I say they to Mr.Benson. Then one of Mr. Benson assistants turns around grabs a little lube and shoves his own hand up his hole like its nothing. I'm told with proper training I will soon be the same way as Mr. Benson has 4 fingers in my ass, then a toy and the lube he is using burns at first but it makes my hole so hungry for more. He is so gentle as he knows when its to much and when its feels great he pushes harder. I see in the mirror above me his hand is gone as my dick is so hard as he is working my prostrate like the bitch I am I'm trying to push my self deeper on to his hand. When Mr.Benson gets tired his assistants take over as they keep me well slammed and that lube is to die for as my hole is so hungry after they pull out as I beg for something in it. They bring over this machine that has a large dildo on it and shove it into my hole and start it up and leave the room. I can see there is a drip of lube but its not that special lube that I like but found out later its cum they have acquire from local bathhouses. The machine goes from very slow which is enjoyable to very fast and when its very fast it hurts. Any ideas where you want to go from here? Thank You

I do remember my older brother busting my cherry at a young age. I loved it....oddly enough I have a weird ability to remember all of the guys I’ve hooked up with. Although I could probably remember more “useful” things it does come in handy as I am able to remember the flakes and odd guys right off the bat and stop anymore frustration.

January grand total was 44 loads.

Exactly! The irony is that the tops think they're just using us but really we just want the sensation of their cocks fucking us and then that warm cum in our holes, once they've given us that they can get off, get out, and let the next spermdonor in 😈

This would be a hot sensation to feel your bladder expand with another piss pigs urine...

There’s so much that I love about it. I love the attention of being fucked by multiple guys who all want to blow their loads inside of me or one me. I love the physicality of being handled by multiple men and being overpowered by a group. I love hearing other guys getting verbal with me while they wait for their turn. I love being blindfolded and feeling a new cock pressing up against me as they take their turn. I love the feeling of a guy shooting inside of me and his cum being used for lube for the next guy. I love that I can be a total slut and be used for pleasure by more than one person.

I was walking past an apartment building in my neighborhood and saw a hot looking guy in shorts sitting on the front stairs. What stopped me dead in my tracks was when I noticed that the head of his cock was sticking slightly out of the right leg hole of his shorts. I stared for what I thought was a second but was probably longer when I then looked up at his face. He smirked at me and looked down at his exposed dick and up into my eyes. I looked down again and saw that more of his dick was sticking out as a result of his cock obviously having started to harden. I looked up into his face and his smirk got bigger. He stood and nodded his head toward the front doors of the building. I walked mesmerized toward the stairs and followed him in the building and then onto an open elevator. I assumed there wasn't any security-camera coverage in the elevator, or else he was showing off for the camera and whoever was monitoring it, when he pulled the fabric of his right short leg up, revealing his now entirely hard and what looked to be more than nine inches of cock meat to me. I was wide eyed and gob-smacked, unable to move. I had only recently stopped lying to myself that I was straight and that I had been engaging in man-on-man sex out of curiosity, but I had not yet embraced my true nature as a cock-loving slut. He looked at me with a questioning look, then he wiped a huge drop of precum off the head of his dick onto his middle finger, and came towards me as he moved his finger to and through my lips, rubbing the awesome tasting liquid all over my tongue. I had been watching his approaching finger, but once I started coming down from the mind-blowing rush that I felt tasting his delicious precum, I looked at his face and saw that gorgeous smirk of his again, and his look of satisfaction at my reaction. The elevator gave out a last chime and the cab came to a stop as we reached the top floor. My silent stud quickly stepped back and pulled the leg of his shorts back down, covering his beautiful cock. The door opened, and he walked out without looking to see if I was following and proceeded down the hall as I trailed after him to his corner apartment. He unlocked and opened the door and walked inside, again without looking back. Suddenly taking stock of my actions so far, I looked around and then into the apartment. My sexy stranger was no longer in view. I considered beating a hasty retreat, but then I noticed the wonderful taste of his precum still lingering on my tongue, which drove any doubts from my lust-filled mind, as I walked through the door, turning to close it and lock the dead bolt that I saw in front of me at eye level. I turned my back to the door and saw a small galley kitchen and a slightly larger attached living room, all relatively neat and clean, but there was no sight of the object of my lust. It was late spring, and all the windows were open, allowing a slight breeze to pass through the room, and while the breeze felt pleasant, it was almost uncomfortably warm in the apartment. I heard what obviously was the sound of movement on mattress springs coming from a room in front of me and walked towards the enticing noise. There he was, lying on the bed. He was incredibly fast when it came to stripping off his clothes because he had already lost his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes that lay in a heap next to the bed. His carmel skin and black wavy hair were sexily contrasted by the white of his bed sheets, his athletic ankle socks, and his jockstrap that barely contained his enormous meat. His handsome face was still adorned with that sexy smirk of his as he looked me in the eyes, looked at my clothes, back to my eyes, and then at his pile of discarded clothes. He didn't have to say anything. I just started removing my shirt, shoes, pants, socks, and undershirt, starting a new pile next to his. It was amazing; the longer each of us were silent, the hotter was the sexual tension building between us. I started to join him on the bed, but he shook his head "no," then looked at my 2Xist boxer briefs tented out by my erect cock, and finally stared me in eye, still smirking away. I hesitated removing the last of my clothing, not out of shame (I am blessed with an 8 and 1/2 inch and nicely thick dick shaft with an even thicker, pronounced cock head), but I felt at a disadvantage, disrobing first. Yeah, I know, stupid, right? But my relative inexperience brought on my reluctance. Fortunately, my sexy stud was savvy enough to recognize this, hooked his thumbs into his jockstrap, and looked me in the eye, waiting. I followed suit, and started pulling my briefs down in time with him pulling down his jockstrap. I remember the sound of my hardon slapping up against my abdomen, which was followed a second later by the sound of his enormous dick doing the same. Holy shit, was he hot looking, and fuck, was he hung. He turned his head and looked at the empty space on the bed next to him. I didn't wait for a verbal invitation, but jumped into the bed and into his arms. Side by side, we humped our cocks together as he grabbed the back of my head, slammed my lips against his, and jammed me full of his sexy and talented tongue that began practically raping my mouth. I got lost in his amazing tongue action that seems to go on for a half hour or more. His other hand stroked sexily down the skin on my back and waist and then grabbed one of the cheeks of my bubble butt that got me teased about by the girls I had "dated," along with their girl friends who "whispered" comments I often heard about how sexily my ass moved when I walked. However, I started to pull back when his fingers lunged forward along my butt crack and made contact with my hole rubbing around its edges. During all my previous forays into gay sex, I had been the top, so this was somewhat new and angst-inducing territory. But my stud would have none of this, rolling me on my back with him on top of me, his hand now wedged between my ass cheeks and the mattress, and his fingers firmly pushing against my hole. The windows were also open in here, but the growing heat inside the room, along with my heated lust from our kissing session, had resulted in my hole having become soaked in sweat. This sweat provided just the lubrication my ravager needed. He started making growling noises as he jammed not one but two fingers all the way inside me in one continuous motion. I braced myself for a stabbing pain I expected to feel shooting through me. Instead, I felt my hole stretching followed by a slight burning. Now, having never allowed any of my male partners to top me, but having read and watched plenty of porn that repeatedly extoled the life-altering pleasure that comes from preferably having monstrously huge cocks penetrate and stretch open men's holes, which invariably turned them into ravenous "pussies," I had purchased and experimented with an assortment of dildos and plugs of varying lengths and sizes. I must admit that I had been enjoying my experimentation, in fact more and more often leading up to this encounter. I surmised that this experimentation was the reason I was able to take my stud's two fingers with such ease and without discomfort, and it was also why I let out such a slutty groan as he began sliding them in and out of me at a faster and faster rate of speed. I'm sure my eyes widened as first a third and then a fourth finger joined the first two in the fucking of my hole. While my hole was being worked open, my seducer raised up enough so that I watch him first coat his dick with lubricant and then sprinkle a white substance on it. I opened my mouth to say something but he took the fingers that had been working my hole and jammed them into my mouth to silence me. I tried to mumble some words out around his fingers, but he just thrust them further in my mouth, as I felt him align his expertly prepared dick with his other hand against the lips of my hole. Then, he used the fingers in my mouth to turn my face towards his, so he could look into my eyes. That smirk slowly returned to his face as he nodded his head. A second later, he slammed all of his huge cock at one time up inside me until his pubic bone made hard contact with a slapping noise. I shouted out a string of obscenities that were muffled by his fingers and elicited a slow shaking of his head "no," which silenced me. The pain had already begun to subside and was quickly replaced first by a burning sensation, followed by a strange heat and hunger that my stud must have somehow seen in my eyes, causing a satisfied smile to appear. Slowly, he started full length strokes that stopped just before his cock head would have exited my hole and then immediately sunk his entire dick length back inside of me. I couldn't get enough and started to hunch my ass upward to meet his downward strokes and squeeze my hole tight while letting my ass fall back to the mattress as he nearly pulled his dick back out. This went on for a while until I noticed my stud was slowly increasing the speed as well as the length of his strokes. Soon, his dick was withdrawing completely out of my fuck chute only to pop my ass lips wide open again as he glided his meat back in me to its root. I gladly welcomed each invasion with ever sluttier moans and groans, as if my hole were made to be brutally fucked. My stud finally covered my mouth with his hand so that my moans would not be heard through the open windows by any of his neighbors, let alone the people waking past the apartment building down on the sidewalk. Soon, I sunk into an euphoric haze, just barely making out what my stud was quietly muttering, words I didn't recognize, like "Carajo!" and "Suave concha!", I think. I was pulled out of my stupor when I felt the rhythm of his fucking become erratic and then stop entirely while he was fully embedded in me, which is when I felt the warmth of his cum load being ejected deep inside my fuck chute. He collapsed on top of me, and his mouth found mine as he began kissing me again. Eventually, he pulled his semi-hard cock out of me and slide his body down mine so he could take a look at my distorted hole, which felt like it had remained open and gapping after he had withdrawn his cock. An assumed look came over his face as his fingers started playing in my gapping, loose hole. The next thing I knew, he had inserted all four of his fingers inside me, almost to the knuckles on his hand. I started to stay something, but he put his index finger on the other hand up to his lips, expressing his wish that I remain silent. At the same time, he slowly withdrew his fingers a little, so I stopped trying to say anything. What I didn't realize was that he had done this so that he could position his thumb close to his palm, which was now aligned to enter my hole along with all four of the fingers on that hand. He slowly slide his thumb and fingers into my hole, stretching me more than I had ever been, short-circuiting my brain so that the only sound I could make was a long, protracted groan that turned into a short yelp when the knuckles on his hand slid through my newly enlarged hole and his entire hand was sucked by my fuck chute up to his wrist inside of me. My stud first looked surprised and then his face took on an expression that I assume I wore on my face as a kid on that Christmas when I got the train set I had always wanted; indescribably excited and blissfully happy. I, on the other hand, was initially rendered speechless, until a short while later, I heard someone quietly moaning and suddenly realized it was me. My stud continued to ecstatically play in my hole for a while, until I raised my hand up with my palm out towards him, indicating that my hole was really starting to feel sore and that we needed to stop. With a disappointed look on his face, my seducer slowly removed his hand from inside me, which was accompanied by another yelp from me. He smiled at me and pointed towards a door in the bedroom wall opposite the wall with windows facing the street. I surmised correctly that this door lead to the bathroom, where I found a bathtub with a shower head, shampoo, and body wash that I quickly put to good use. My stud must have come into the bathroom while I was showering, because when I drew back the shower curtain, I found a clean towel waiting for me on the closed toilet seat. After I dried off and hung the towel up over the rod that held the shower curtain, I entered the bedroom to find my clothes hanging over a side chair, waiting for me to put them back on. As I did, I heard a one-sided conversation as my stud spoke to someone on the telephone in a language that I recognized from the few words I understood as Spanish. Once dressed, I entered the living room, but my handsome fucker again put his index finger to his lips, which I took to mean that he didn't want whomever was on the phone to know he had company. Still, he looked me up and down, giving me a smirk of approval, and then gave me a somewhat dismissive wave goodbye, after which he turned his back to me and continued his conversation. This was my cue to leave quietly, without any further attempts to communicate. After exiting the apartment, taking the elevator to the ground floor, and walking out of the building, I stopped for a moment and thought "What the fuck just happened." I then took stock of all that took place that afternoon and couldn't help but ultimately feel great as well as happy about the whole encounter. Although I never got my stud's name or number, and I knew it was highly unlikely we would ever hook up again because I had no intention of lurking outside his apartment building, waiting to ambush him for some more mind-blowing sex, I was okay with it all. I had just had the fuck of my life without saying a word to the stud who dicked me senseless and introduced me to fist-fucking . And although I didn't know it at the time, this was my first step toward becoming the cock-loving fuck slut I am proud to be today. So, I wanna give a shout out of thanks to the anonymous stud that set me on my perverted path of discovery. Thanks, you sexy fucker, you. I still sometimes think about and crave getting fucked by that incredible dick of yours.

Thank you for the love for this story with plenty more to cum... 4. The reveal That shock paled into insignificance when I opened the toilet door only to find my brother Ben laughing, with another guy about his age at the hand basin, talking about the dumbfuck they had just Pozzed. “Ben!” I screamed, “was that you…..?” I couldn’t finish what I was saying as a tsunami of emotions hit me. “Fuck! Liam what the fuck are you doing here, in there, Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. Bro I’m sooooooooo sorry I never…..” He too couldn’t speak, red faced and too angry to get the words out. Ben turned to his mate, “Dan you better go. Liam you have to come home with me…we have to have a talk.” We didn’t say a word to one another on the walk to his car and “Get in” was all that was said before we got to his house. My brother quickly ushered me indoors and sat me down in one of two black leather settees, “Beer?” he asked I simply nodded yes. While he was in the kitchen I scanned the room, white, bright and minimalistic with everything in its place, the total opposite of when he was at home. “Here drink this, you’ll need it.” And before I could finish one sip the front door opens and in walks the man I know to be Olly. “Hi Love, home early for once" then scanning the room looking for Ben says, "…Oh Liam….I didn’t expect you to be here too! Sorry I didn’t mean it the way that sounded! Oh shit, let me start again…Good to see you and welcome to our home.” “Well done loverboy you managed to insult my brother and ‘out’ us all in one go!” snapped Ben to Olly. “I’m sorry. Ben what’s up? It looks to me like something is seriously wrong by the looks on your faces, d’ya want me to leave so you two can talk about it?” “No, I think you had better stay and hear this.” Then turning to me confessed, “Just in case you hadn’t got it, Olly is my boyfriend, my partner, so yes I am gay just like you. I love Olly….” And then smirking says, “I’m a size queen, so maybe soon you’ll see why I love him so.” Then Ben proceeds to tell Olly about our toilet adventures with Dan. I was surprised that Olly wasn’t angry but appeared to be turned on by the huge lump that was showing in the front of his suit trousers. “Other than keeping it in the family…the problem is?” a smiling nonplussed Olly asks. “We’re all Poz and unmedicated but it was Liam’s first time.” Ben spelt out. “Wow! You took your own brother’s cherry you lucky bastard” replied Olly totally missing the point. Ben’s protective feelings for me broke out once again as he dropped into the seat next to me, gave me a hug and said, “You OK with this?” I didn’t know what I thought, it was all too much; getting fucked for the first time, getting fucked by my own brother, not only that but by someone I had for years fantasized and wanked off over, finding out he is gay too, finding out he has a boyfriend, finding out they are both HIV positive all as I sit here with two Poz loads soaking in my ripped-up guts. It was too much and I snuggled into his chest and burst into tears, sobbing loudly. “Hey, hey, we’re here to support you.” Olly said reaching over to rub my shoulders, “We can get you to the medical centre for some emergency Prep to stop your exposure to HIV if you decide that’s what you want to do, we didn’t, but it’s up to you, your choice.” Truth be told I didn’t know what I wanted, my red eyes smarted but I pulled myself together and asked about their life, how they got Pozzed and how they live with it. I also was intrigued as if they were together why Ben was in a toilet with this Dan chap. I sat enthralled by their tale of how Ben got infected, gave it to Olly when they got together and Dan was a mate of theirs who was chasing the bug to get it and move on so he can enjoy fucking whom he wants, when he wants. I took it all in. “Is it wrong that that’s what I want too?” after hearing all about this made my cock throb, swell and leak a huge wet spot in my trousers…it didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like your little brother likes the idea of being knocked-up, see his cock has made his mind up for him” as a big shit eating grin spreads across Olly’s face, “Am I right, or am I right?” “You got me, yeah I think that’s what I want, but only if you help me through it.” I said lightly punching him on the arm. A collective “Yes!” erupted from both Ben and Olly as they caressed and cuddled me as for the first time I literally felt brotherly love.

Do a thorough cleanout, go to a place with a darkroom, drop trou and drop your inhibitions!

Chapter II. Adam proposed that the five of us go back to his studio and get some photos taken. Danny and Sam were all up for it, especially since it seemed likely that they’d get to play with Adam. Three POZ cocks and the two of us seemed risky, but I knew and trusted Danny and Sam. After all, they could have stealthed us the last time we had all played together, and they knew Adam; I wondered how well they really knew him, since they didn’t seem to know that he was also POZ. My boy looked at me as if to say, ‘let’s do this now! I’m horny!’ I nodded assent, and we got the check. Adam had had less to drink, so he volunteered to drive Danny’s car. I sat in the front, with my boy tightly sandwiched between Danny and Sam. Of course, the three of them were making out as soon as Adam pulled out of the parking lot. By the time we had reached Adam’s studio, Danny and Sam were taking turns swallowing my boy’s cock. My boy didn’t even bother to pull his pants all the way up as they stumbled into the studio. Adam led us to a velvet couch in the middle of a big room. The four of us sat there as he switched on lights and got his equipment and camera together. ‘You four want to play as a group or as two couples?’ Sam suggested we do both. My boy and I made out as Adam snapped away. The sound of the camera’s shutter clicking was totally turning me on as I helped my boy slip out of his clothes. Danny and Sam stood over by Adam suggesting poses and camera angles. By the time my boy and I were naked, hard, and dripping, Danny and Sam were ready to switch places. My boy and I got off the sofa and the other guys took our place. They made out as they tore each others clothes off. They were 69ing on the cushions when Adam suggested we join in. My boy and I knelt in front of the sofa as Danny guided my mouth to his cock, and Sam guided my boy to his. We blew them for a few minutes and then Danny and Sam went down on us. God, those POZ fuckers both gave great head. Just then, Sam’s phone started ringing. I was shocked when he popped up off my cock and walked across to his pile of clothes and answered. From the look and sound of things, it was a work call. He needed to go help his boss out of a sticky situation at some country club. Danny looked annoyed, but agreed to head over there with him as Sam was still pretty drunk. They got dressed and headed out. I walked them to the car thanking them for a good time, and for agreeing to still play with me and my boy on safer terms. They both gave me a big hug then hopped in the car, planning to come back and pick us up to drive us back to our car as soon as they were finished. When I got back inside, Adam was standing next to the couch, his shirt now untucked, more or less hiding his crotch. I had noticed before that he must have been getting hard as he photographed the four of us fooling around. My boy was grinning as he posed leaned over the couch, fingering his ass, which was already shiny with lube or something. Adam had me take my clothes off again and stand beside the couch so my boy could blow me. After a few minutes, I really had to piss so I backed away and left the studio, heading down the hall as Adam directed. When I came back a few minutes later, Adam was sitting on the sofa next to my boy’s upturned ass, which seemed totally wet. My boy was pulling his cheeks apart exposing his hole as Adam took some closeups of his winking pucker. It dawned on me that his ass would have only gotten that wet if Adam had been eating him out. I figured that was fine with me. We both knew he was POZ, which meant that if it came to fucking, he’d have to bag up. Adam smiled at me and excused himself to go to the bathroom too. He shirt was still untucked, but I could see a dark spot that must have been precum. I figured he must have been turned on to soak through his pants and his shirt! Alone with my boy, I asked if Adam had been playing with his ass. He confessed, kind of guilty. I told him it was totally fine, and reminded him how much it turned me on to watch him give himself to other guys. ‘Adam doesn’t play safe,’ was all he said. I figured, whatever, then I’ll be the only guy fucking my boy today, but it dawned on me that they must have talked about fucking when I was out of the room. I wondered how much farther my boy would let things go if I found an excuse to leave the room. Adam came back but this time had lost his shirt. Fuck, he had a hot body. Spreading across his massive right pec was a biohazard tattoo. My boy and I both knew what that meant, and I could see my boy drool. Adam picked up his camera again and had me get on my knees. My boy spun around, ass upturned. Adam got on the sofa behind him as he shot my boy deep throating me. Adam nudged himself closer and closer to my boy’s prone ass. I could see he was hard as he pressed against my boy’s ass. My boy clearly liked it as he pushed back. Adam kept dry-humping him as my boy slobbered all over my dick. I looked up to see the tip of Adam’s glistening cock peeking out over the waist of his jeans. A nice uncut helmet oozing POZ precum. I thought that might be the moment to excuse myself, wanting to see how badly my boy wanted this POZ hunk to fuck him. I so desperately wanted to see his hole leaking cum again that it was starting to not bother me if it was POZ cum or not! To be continued…

TattPig is correct about the outside end of the catheter not fitting in your boyfriend's cock. That end is much wider and made to connect with a collection bag or other tubing. So find a funnel that fits it and have him hold it higher than your belly button and pee into it. Gravity will make it fill your bladder. For a hotter scene, use 2 catheters and 2 collection bags. You and your BF cath each other up, attach the collection bags and unclamp your caths. Place the bag lower than your cocks and gravity will drain your full bladders into them. Once you're both empty, clamp the caths off, detach the full collection bags, connect his bag of piss to your cath and your bag of pee to his cath. Lift the bags higher than your navels, unclamp and wait for gravity to fill you up with each other's piss.

I met this guy on a phone line about a month ago. He described himself as a sexy Latino with the Big Dick. I am 23, have a very nice bod, and am usually pretty picky about the guys I let screw me—so when I met this dude in person I was a little put off. He looked older than I had imagined, and he did not have the body I was expecting. He assured me he had a Cock that I would love, so I let him finger my Ass till he got hard. His Dick was beautiful—a good 7” and very thick. He whispered that he’d love to fuck me, and I was actually considering it. After a while I got crazy for It—like I was in heat or something. He really had me going with his lips on my Nips and his fingers up my Cunt. I surprised myself by moaning and giving my Ass to him. It pissed me off when he started grinning—like he knew that’s what I’d do, but I was so turned on I didn't care. I handed him a Condom; but he said, "No, I don't use those." I was about to leave zip up when he slipped his Cock in my Crack. "You won't believe how incredible this is going to feel." That was all he said, but I acquiesced. I was scared, but unbelievably turned on. His Dick was so huge and hard as a rock, and he kept tweaking my Nips. I guess he knew I was on the edge, because he slid a bottle of Poppers under my nose, whispering, “Take a deep one.” I knew if I did, I’d lose all control; but I wanted to succumb. So I breathed in the deepest hit I could. He slid in, and I moaned and cried as he fucked me and shot his Wad deep in my Cunt. He handed me his phone number and told me to call. "Don't throw this away. You'll want more. Right now you think you won't—but you will." Two days later I phoned him. I told him how afraid I was of what we'd done, but how badly I needed It again. He said he could cure me of my fear, and he told me to cum over right away. When I arrived, he led me to his bedroom. He’d hooked up a Sling over his bed. I climbed in, and he fucked me. "As long as you are NEG, you will always be afraid. You won't ever enjoy Sex as you should. You make the Choice." I felt his hard Cock in my Ass and took a big hit of Poppers. "Breed me!" He picked up his phone and started calling. In 15 minutes the first guy arrived. Five minutes later, another Bud. Two more Dudes after that. I took 6 Loads of Charged Cum—all from his friends, all of them POZ. The next day I took off from work and spent the day in bed. I was a mess the next couple weeks, but now I am free.

A ripe guy wins in my book every time, sometimes it can be better than poppers!