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Jonathan was a young college student; he had just turned 20 and starting his freshman year. Jon was 5’11 brown hair with blue eyes weighing 160 and a bubble butt! He was older than most of the freshmen, he was held back in first grade and it always made him much older than all his classmates. He just barely made it to college with his C + average, luckily, he was a legacy as his Mother and Father both graduated and the donation his grandfather made did not hurt. Jon was incredibly attractive and got hit on a lot and he had been with lots of women but always had a desire to see what it would be like to be with men. One night he decided to explore a gay bar on the trip he had heard lots of guys talk about who stumbled in thinking it was just a bar and as the stories go they would quickly leave to find some pussy. Jon decided to go and see what it was all about. He arrived and ordered a coke with lime and sat at a high top table and the first guy who came over was at least 60 years old and he chatted for a minute and put his hand on the boys leg and he moved his hand off his leg and the old guy left. Then an Early 50’s guy came over and chatted him up and bought him another drink. That must have had alcohol in it as the boy smiled and chatted with the older guy soon the 60 year old came back up and put his arm around the 50 year old and that seemed to be too much for the boy and he excused himself and went to the bathroom. I made my move and went to the bathroom also; he was at the stall pissing and I took the one to his right and pulled out my big dick and held it there. He looked and watched as I pissed and then jacked my dick a little and he remained and got rock hard watching me. I tucked my dick back in my pants and said, boy those old guys were all over you. I stood next to him, here I was 6’2 180 37 years old right next to a hot college boy. He was incredibly nervous, and I leaned in and whispered in his earl, you are a good-looking guy. Put your dick back in your pants and meet me in the bar. I want to get to know you! I walked out and he followed me a few minutes later and looked for me and spotted me at a corner booth and come over and I had already ordered him another drink and he sat and introduced himself as Jon and I told him it was nice meeting him but never told him my name. He drank down his drink and soon was slurring his words. Boy, come with me I have someplace I want to show you. The boy followed a little wabbly since he had some g in his drink. I took him into a back room and told him to take off his pants. He tried and I had to help him. I told him to bed over and he followed instructions and as he was holding onto the bench, I lubed his ass and slide in the enema. Piss from guys who partied the night before. The boy moaned as the t started to absorb inside him and I rubbed his back and told him to hold it in. Ten minutes later I decide it was time and took him over to the toilet and let him loose the piss and clean out. I told him how good he did and took him back and had him bend over and we did it all again. By the time I was done he was flying. I cleaned him up with rag and told him to put his pants back on, his once hard dick was a tina dick now. I lead him to the back door, and we left and walked a block and half to a video store, and he followed me in. I got changed and then we headed back to the booths. I went to a both with two glory holes and put some money in and told him to undress and just leave his shoes on. He followed and was soon naked in front of me. I told him to get on his knees, he did, and I began unbuttoning my jeans and soon fished out my big dick and told him to open his mouth. I started to suck, and the kid was awful. It was not long, and a guy stuck his dick through the hole, I pulled him off my cock and turned his head and told him to practice on his dick. Boy you need to learn how to suck dick. I put some poppers under his nose and told him to inhale both the right and the left twice and he opened up and started to suck a 7” medium thickness dick for what looked to be an older guy from the pubes he had some gray hair showing in his bush. Jon bobbed up and down on the guys dick who seemed to be enjoying it and then he started to moan, and I held Jon’s head and knew the guy would soon shoot his load in Jon’s mouth. Not minute later Jon started to choke and gag as the guy came in him I and coxed Jon to swallow boy, just swallow. The guy pulled out and zipped up and Jon looked up at me somewhat embarrassed and I just said good boy. Open your mouth I instructed and then I spit two wads of spit in his mouth and told him to swallow. The other door opened, I rubbed my finger on the hole and this soft but thick dick slide through. There you go boy, I chirped, and he worked his way over on his knees and took the dick in his mouth and began to suck it, I pulled him off twice to feed him poppers and soon the guy on the other side began to grunt and I held Jon’s head and this time he was ready and sucked down the guys load. The guy pulled out and zipped up and I heard the door and Jon looked up and opened his mouth and I spit in it twice. I had him suck my dick and he was greatly improved, and he would get better in time. Then the dick I was waiting for, long had to be 8” but on the thin side but rock yard. He went over without being asked and started sucking it while I got down and lubed up his little pussy. Slide a finger in him and he moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and I held the guys dick as I lined up Jon’s hole and slowly pressed him back on that dick. Jon looked at me like he knew he should not be doing it, but the guy started slowly fucking his ass and Jon immediately started to moan. I put the poppers under his nose, and he huffed, and the guy started hitting the wall slamming his dick into Jon. It must have hurt some since Jon went to pull away some, but I pushed his hips back and said be a good boy and take his dick. Jon did not fight and left his ass up against the wall and five minutes later the guy slammed into him and shot into Jon’s ass. The boys first loads, two down his throat and one up his ass. It was hot to watch. I had him suck three more dicks and take their loads and then told him it was time to go. He hot dressed even as cum dripped out of his hole and followed me out of the booth and I back to my car and he got in and never asked where we were going and I drove him back to my place. We walked in and I told him to get undressed, socks and all. I grabbed the torch and a bowl and told him to watch as I lit it up and slowly inhaled and then leaned down to kiss him and gave him a gunshot. He inhaled and coughed, and I told him I wanted to see him do it. He grabbed the pipe and I lit it and I told him to slowly inhale now. He did and took a huge hit and coughed less this time. Nice boy now do three more hits and I will be right back. I went into my bedroom and pulled up BBRT and searched for buddies and shot off a few emails, sent some text and posted a party. Hot young negative boy looking for loads tonight. No load refused! Took three already! Now, I was not interested in everyone who hit me up for the party but I started to get text back and shoot out invites to my place and had guys use the back door to my house where you could walk right into a mud room and there was a guest room off that. I took Jon to the playroom and set him up on all fours after I had him slip on a jock. One of my bottom fucks left it, it was a little tight on him, but it framed his lily-white ass just right. I unbuckled my pants and got between his legs and spit on his hole and slide my dick in him and he yelped and I tossed him the poppers and told him to use them as his ass started to accommodate my thick 9 inch dick. I fucked him for ten minutes and shot my load in him and pulled out and cleaned up and then grabbed his hands and fastened them to the headboard and slipped a blindfold on him. I got a text a bud was around the corner, so I slipped a rock in his well lubed ass and left him there for my bud to find. My bud came in and knew exactly what to do, I had the door the rest of the house locked and could see the room on video and when guys came in. My buddy is white 6’4 Red hair, 230 pounds all muscle and loves young boy ass. He also has a huge 8” beer can dick. The poor boy is starting out with a huge fucking dick, even bigger thicker than mine. He appeared and immediately started undressing and examined his new little toy. Fingered his ass, one and then two and finally three fingers in him. My buddy went to the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a ball gag and slipped it in the boy’s mouth and fastened it. He then lined up his fat dick at the boys hole and lubed it up and pressed it against the hole that was still tight and slowly slide in as we both heard the boys muffled pleases to stop and scream as his hole gave way. It is always hot to watch my him fuck a newbie, he gets off on the pain he causes and shows little mercy. He re-arranged Jon’s insides for five minute and gave him a break. Jon must have thought it was over, bottoms usually do and then he slides in deep in one quick move and started it all over again. Each time the boy protested less and soon my buddy was long dicking him and said boy you want this load and she shoved it deep in Jon and unloaded as his body shook. Mike always did cum a ton. He pulled out and cleaned up in the bathroom and left passing an older guy late 50’s on the way in. Mike nodded and the older guy tall and skinny with white hair came in and immediately started eating the boys loose cummy hole. Even with the ball gag in you could hear Jon whimper. The old guy who I had never seen said he had a 9” dick but had not pulled it out and just kept eating that loose cum filled hole and then he pulled off and he pulled out a needless syringe and shoved it up the boys hole and shot the content in. He then undressed revealing a long soft dick. He pulled out another syringe and shot it in his dick and it slowly began to rise and thicken and soon he was at full mast. Nice long dick. From the angle it had to be closer to 10 inches. He felt Jon’s entire boy and just slowly fucked him and eventually began to pick up pace. He began to tell Jon he loved slutty young boys. Then he said, you are a pussy boy, a fucking anonymous cum dump pussy boy. A minute or two later the door opened, and this young guy walked in. Tall, thin but average looking. He disclosed in his emails that he was poz in the email to me and he just had not fucked much since being diagnosed a few weeks ago. He asked is the boy was neg and if he cared and I told him that the bottom said all loads and that includes your poz load. He quickly asked for the address and said he would be there in 20 minutes. The older guy started breathing heavy as the young guy stood in the doorway jacking his dick fully clothed. Soon the old man shot his load in Jon and pulled out. When he realized he had an audience he winked at the kid who got up on the bed and slide right inside Jon and began fucking him after unbuckling his belt and pants. The kid must have been pent up because he fucked Jon for eight minutes and shot his first load inside him. His body shook as he unloaded, and he moaned. The old guy said nice as he walked out, and the boy began to kiss Jon all over his back and feel his body. He began to fuck him again and ten minutes later he shot another and then five minutes later another load up his neg ass. He leaned down and kissed his neck and I hard him say, boy you have me deep inside you forever now. I am going to come back tonight and give you more cum and if you are lucky, I may even fist that beautiful ass of yours. He pulled out and slide two fingers in Jon and then three and twisted them around inside him. Nice, the kid said as he pulled out and slapped Jon’s ass and said that they would have fun later. Jon needed a break and a bump so I locked the outside door and went into Jon and gave him a bootie bump and thought how hot it would be for that kid to fist his ass tonight. I decided I would set it up.

I've been a top all my life, and always enjoyed unloading in a white ass.. Also, loved seeing a white boy take a BBC at the vid store. But lately, no action for me, and getting a little depressed. And reading all these tales on here, making me horny and craving a load in my ass Toxic loaded stories, making me cum reading them... so last weekend, I set out to the xxx store.. heard it is open again, and that they are letting Black guys come for free ( some homeless that are basically living there when they need to) When I get there, it's after midnight, and after a quick walk thru - i notice the rooms are indeed full of Black guys - at least ten of them there.. mostly older, some slim, some muscular, some on the heavy side. I make some eye contact with some and head to the back room, where there is a couch and porn playing. The room is well lit, which I like because I like to see what's going on. As i enter the room, i turn and two Black men are already standing at the doorway to block my path if I planned to turn around and leave. I had no intention of that. Instead, I took off my sneakers, dropped my shorts and took off my shirt . Totally naked i sat down on the couch and waved them towards me. I started sucking their cocks, back and forth. One maybe 45 years old, around 6 foot, 220 pounds and a thick uncut dark piece of meat. The other guy, maybe 6 foot 3, 175, slim but muscular, with a long 9 inch uncut cock. As I sucked, one of them would occasionally smack my face, and both got a little verbal, calling me names. I noticed three others near the entrance of the room , all stroking their cocks. They moved into the room, to get a better view, and also to offer me their meat. Now I had five Black cocks, I was sucking.. Licking their balls, and even an occasional ass hole. Whatever they wanted I was willing to do. Finally one of them took me and bent me over the couch, First licking my ass, and then forcefully fingering my hole. I started to tell him to go easy, but then i stopped. Let him use my ass any way he wanted. As he worked my ass over with his finger, another Black guy stuck his cock in my mouth. so now I had action at both ends. It wasn't easy sucking that cock as the other guy worked over my ass but i did my best. As he started to push his thick cock into my ass, it got even more difficult. Tight as I was, he managed to slowly push it thru and fuck my ass. Other guys eagerly cheered him on. Telling him to breed my white faggot ass. Then I heard the guy fucking me say out loud, You gonna take this dirty poz dick cum aint you white boy... and all i could say was yes sir give it to me. thats what i came here for He unloaded his toxic load deep in my gut and pushed his cock in as deep as it could go . He rested a few and then pulled out... i wanted to reach around and feel his cum dripping out of my ass, but didn't have time as another Black guy took his place. I glanced around to see a younger Black guy, totally wasted ,skinny and sickly looking. He pushed his cock in hard and leaned in to my face and pulled my face back to him and kissed me deeply as he fucked my hole.. Breed me i told him.. I want your dirty load I told him.. You want it, you gonna get it he said back to me and then unloaded inside me.. Now probably two toxic loads deep in my gut and I wanted more.. Thank god the evening was still young.....

I love for my boys to do ATM--and not just after the fuck. My padded fuck bench is set up so I can circle it easily. Fuck him, have him clean me up, fuck him some more...on and on. If there are three of us playing, then both holes can be used easily and we keep rotating around the lucky bottom.

PART ONE “Hey Ian! Looks like I finally found us some work?” “Oh? What?” “Prostitutes!” “WHAT?!” “Well, 'retail workers' if you wanna get all technical about it. Same difference, we're getting fucked over either way.” “O...kay...?” These sorts of interactions were commonplace in Kace and Ian's relationship. In fact, you might call it the bread-and-butter of their day-to-day life. Really, Ian should've been used to it now. But for a, shall we say, more 'reserved' person, his boyfriend's more risque sense of humour still succeeded in making that tan on his face look more like a sunburn, and getting him very interested in looking at the floor. Or a wall. Or anywhere that wasn't eye contact. “Come on,” Kace laughed, tossing a muscular arm around Ian, pulling the whole 'whopping' 145 pounds of man to his side of the sofa .“It was funny!” “You know how I feel about those kinds of jokes...” “Of course! Why do you think I make them?” “Because you like to see me squirm?” “Guilty as charged.” “But why?” “You want my honest answer?” “Uh, yea.” “Because...” Kace continued, arm sliding lower to wrap around Ian's waist. “You're cute as hell when you're flustered.” Though that remark did nothing to reduce said flustering, it did bring a hint of a smile to Ian's face, one of the few he'd made over the past couple weeks. However, that smile wouldn't last for long as he sighed, blonde hair mingling with his boyfriend's brown locks as he set his head on Kace's shoulder. “So... Those are the only openings you could find today, huh?” Likewise, Kace's teasing demeanour also faded, shifting instead into concern. “Look... I know you're not big on 'people'-y jobs.” “Kace, I-” “And I can't blame you. People are dicks.” “Kace-” “Don't worry, I'll find us something else and-” “KACE!” Though Ian's 'raised voice' was little more than speaking slightly above inside-voice levels, to Kace it was as if a screamo-metal rave was taking place in their tiny living room. Ian never yelled. EVER. To call this a cause for concern would be the understatement of the year. “It's okay. I'll do it. Just get me the application form.” “No. You don't have to do some job you hate. There are always other options.” “Like what? Calling up Mom? Again?” “Well...” “C'mon Kace, she's helped out too much already.” It was true. Since the day they'd rented that sardine-tin apartment, Ian's mother had practically shouldered all their living costs. She didn't mind, all she cared about was that her son found 'a nice young man to settle down with.' Besides, she'd joke, with him majoring in nursing, he'd be paying her back in spades anyways when she got 'so damned old I can't find my teeth no more!' Yea... Clearly Ian didn't inherit his shyness from his mom's side of the family. Anyways, the point was that even though she didn't mind, Ian sure as hell did. Kace sighed. Getting that guy to take a helping hand was akin to trying to bathe a cat. “Look... Just think about it, okay? We don't have to decide tonight.” Ian sighed. Though disappointed, his smarts overruled his emotion. There was no way he could rationally argue with Kace's suggestion. “Fine,” He acquiesced. “I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything. Now...” Ian paused. He needed something to occupy his mind, any menial task would do. “Would you like some supper?” “Dude. It's 4:30.” Ian's baby blues crashed, falling to look at an incredibly fascinating spot of brown carpet. “So yea!” Kace laughed, delivering a playful and (unintentionally) painful slap to Ian's back. Baby blues have just taken liftoff, I repeat, baby blues have just taken liftoff. “You're sure? I don't want you just to do this because of me-” “Ian. I'm. Hungry.” “As long as you're certain-EEP!” Why the 'eep,' you ask? Good question. In case you hadn't already guessed, Ian was rather the quiet type. He was lucky that he made all those (in Kace's opinion) adorable faces whenever they fooled around, because there were mutes who made more sound during intercourse. A good thing Kace, despite his large appetite for such activities, was fairly vanilla, because gagging Ian wouldn't have changed a thing in terms of the, ahem, 'auditory' stimulation. No, the only way, to the best of Kace's knowledge anyway, was to catch the guy by surprise. So, the second he stood up, SWHACK came a second slap! Only this one was a wee bit lower than the shoulder, let's put it that way. “Damn! Bounce quarters off that thing!” Kace hooted, counting not one, not two, but five ripples in Ian's butt before it finally settled back from extremely bouncy to its regular bouncy state. The display was made easily visible courtesy to a pair of bright blue short shorts. Really, the only reason Ian wore them was because they came free with his last photoshoot, and they couldn't afford to waste. Well that and he knew how much Kace loved it (though not as much as the complimentary Speedo, but that;s a story for another time). “I know,” Ian sighed, arching an eyebrow as a lazy smile spread across his lips. “You have. I've still got the bruises.” “Come on man,” Kace laughed, calling out to Ian as he scampered off to the kitchen. “It was only one!” “One quarter my ass.” Dinner was, as usual, a budget feast of tuna melts and baked beans. Protein, fat, and carbs, Kace would say. You couldn't go wrong with that! Even if it was plain. Even if they'd had it every night for the past week. Even if- A piano solo blasted from Ian's shirt pocket, snapping both parties out of their daydreaming fugue. Not any piano solo, however, no, his ringtone was the opening to Kace's latest, greatest piece. A little something to remind them of what all this was for in the first place. Ian swallowed his mouthful, fully prepared to hit decline.... That was until he got a good look at the caller ID. “Ah, sorry, I gotta take this one,” Ian said, leaving Kace alone with nothing but a half-eaten tuna melt for company as he made a hasty exit, not just out of the kitchen but out of the apartment altogether, off to pace the corridors in some conversation unknown. That... Wasn't like Ian. Like, at all. Running off like that, hiding conversations... It wasn't cheating, Kace knew that much. His boyfriend barely had enough extroversion to flirt with him, let alone a random stranger. Besides, the guy was paranoid about STDs and all that jazz (majoring in nursing can do that to a person). But, if not that, the question still remained: what was wrong? Whatever the problem was, Kace thought, sipping the last of his beer, he'd gently confront Ian with it that night. After all, their relationship was one constructed of trust. Whatever was bothering Ian, he could talk about it! Little did he know that Ian, who'd just hung up after insisting on consulting Kace before entering any 'binding contracts' was about to do the same thing. “Ian, are you-” “Uhm, so I-” The pair stopped. Tried again. Stopped again. It seemed every time one opened his mouth to speak, the other chose that moment to do the same, sending them into a hopeless cycle of cutting each other off. Alas, one of the few disadvantages of always travelling the wavelength as your partner. Though mildly infuriating, it did serve to ease off a good chunk of the tension, and by the end the two were deliberately cutting themselves off just for the joke of it. “So,” Kace said, finally getting out in front. “I was going to ask... But I feel you've been trying to tell me for the past five minutes.” “How did you ever guess? Hah, yea, it's... It's Jonathan!” “Jonathan? That's great news!” “Not quite... You see he said he was looking for a-” Why, might you ask, is that great news? Here's a hint: it has something to do with those short shorts hugging Ian's bubble-for-a-butt backside. Jonathan had been taking pictures since before the dinosaurs went extinct. Okay, maaaybe not quite that long. Let's just say he'd been at it long enough to to take maternity pictures for Kace's mom. Kace, who was now twenty. The pictures Jonathan specialized in though... Well, they weren't exactly white-bread pregnancy fare. And he wasn't interested in Kace. Don't be mistaken, he did not find him an unattractive man. Standing 5'8, 165 pounds, with a surfer dude mop of hair and deep brown eyes, the guy was nothing to sniff at. But Kace wasn't exactly what he (or, more accurately) his customers, were interested in. A bit too muscular. A bit too intimidating. A bit too, as one client put it 'top-ish.' They weren't looking for tall , dark and handsome. No, what they wanted was limber, lithe, and boyish. And that's where Ian came into play. With only his height (5'6) and measurements alone, most people would've assumed they belonged to a woman. But anyone who saw him knew better. He looked effeminate in the way only a man could. He was, as Jonathan put it, a- “-Twink. He said he was looking for a twink.” “Uh. Yea. And I think he found one,” Kace said matter-of-factly, giving his boyfriend a painfully obvious glance up and down (especially down). “So, what's he got you modelling this time? Bike shorts? Boxers? Speedos? Hmm, yea, I hope it's Speedos.” “No, it's... It's not anything.” “What? It's gotta be something! Come on, I won't bite! Now spill.” “No, Kace, that's what I mean. It's nothing. At least for a couple shots anyway.” “Ohhh!” The brunette's eyes lit up, finally grasping what Ian was too shy to simply say straight. “That all? Look, Ian, I know how Jonathan works. Private clients with private requests desiring pictures for private use. Like, maybe five people will ever see it at max. I'm not telling you to do it if you're uncomfortable, just... Don't start worrying I'm going to get all jealous or something. The only way you're gonna make me mad is if I don't get a peek at those sweets pics of yours.” Kace winked, leaning in for a kiss... But Ian pulled away. “That... That isn't all. I'm... This isn't a solo shoot.” “Oh...” He said again, more hesitantly that time around. “Yea....” “Well...” Kace continued, trying to keep the conversation moving forwards. “What does he want you to do? For the shoot, I mean.” “Sort of a plotline, actually. Basically, an, uhm, older black... Gentleman seducing a....” Ian reddened, unsure if he wanted to quote Jonathan on the next part. “ 'Soft white twink'.' B-But there's no...” “Sex?” “Yea, that.” “You can use the word sex, you know,” Kace laughed, trying to lighten the mood by, as he loved to do, teasing his boyfriend's 'fragile constitution.' “I mean, with how much we-” “He said,” Ian interrupted, eager to nip THAT little tangent in the bud. “He wants some close contact. Not heavy petting or anything, just...” “Regular petting?” The taller of the two joked. “You could call it that... I guess.” “You should do it.” “Huh?” “Yea, if you want to, go for it,” Kace shrugged. “Are you sure?” “Well, I mean, it's not like you're going to be fucking the guy or something.” “I-” “Right, sorry, 'engaging in intercourse,' is what I meant to say. Still, I'd prefer to look in on it myself too, just in case... Y'know... But if you can't do it with-” “Kace,” Ian said, putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder (made somewhat comical by their differing heights). “You being there is the only way I think I CAN do this.” Kace ended up being the one to send Jonathan the final okay, Ian taking off to do whatever he did when he felt embarrassed (which, let's be real, was probably holing up in the university library with a med textbook). When he arrived back some three hours later, he opened the door to find- “Hey, 'Rustic country lodging suite with fishing lake and complimentary fresh English breakfast,' or 'Roomy accommodations with...' Huh. Says here 'Nautical feel?'” “What?” Ian asked, baffled as he stepped into the kitchen, revealing Kace clicking feverishly on his old brick of a laptop. “What are you-” “Bed and Breakfasts. See anything you like, just shout. Oh! 'Chic, modern rooms a stone's throw away from the city's premiere entertainment venues?' Sounds like clubbing to me! And I don't know about you, but that's right up my alley! There's also-” “And why exactly are we looking at BnBs?” “Uh, for your shoot of course. Duh.” “My shoot is at three in the afternoon, right?” “Yea. Hey, this one has a pool! All these things used to have was, I don't know, a bed and a breakfast,” Kace responded, only half listening. “...And the studio is only an hour out of the city, correct?” “Yup. Say, which would you prefer: a circular room with square windows or a square room with circular windows?” “I'd prefer to know why it is you think we need a Bed and Breakfast for a one-day job.” “Need? No, we don't need it. But it'll be fun.” “And how are we planning to pay for this?” Ian asked, gesturing to the burnt out lightbulbs gone months without replacing. “....The shoot,” Kace responded, as if being forced to explain the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, all 250 dollars of it.” “Two hundred and, hah! 250?” He laughed, slapping the table with nearly enough intensity to send the laptop barrel-rolling to the tiled flooring. “Ian, it's 250 per HOUR! It's an eight hour shoot! Haha! I'm supposed to be the dumb one in this relationship remember?” “You're not dumb,” Ian said, registering the need to assure his boyfriend before the first part of what was said sunk in. “Wait. Per hour?” “Yep! Bet you're glad I read the fine print, huh? I-oh!” Something rare had just happened. No, it wasn't the couple embracing, that was a daily (practically hourly) activity. The oddity at hand here was who was embracing who. Kace always played 'offensive,' as it were, both inside and outside the bedroom, Ian fair better suited to being on the receiving end. Yet, Kace now found himself pinned to his chair by a pair of thin, smooth arms leaning over him from behind. “Thank you...” Ian whispered. To Kace, it was just money. But to Ian, he knew it was a big deal. Something he wouldn't have to take from his mother or put himself deeper into the indentured servitude that was student loans. He'd always been the type to try to earn his keep. Unemployment was tough on him. Finally, he could go to bed without feeling guilty, like a mooch. “No...” Kace corrected. “Thank YOU. Now...” He continued, once the pair had enjoyed a couple minutes of comfortable, intimate silence. “You. Me. Six pack in the fridge.” “Huh?” “Dude! We're celebrating!” They had a wild night. And by wild, I mean Ian drank three-quarters of his bottle instead of the usual one half. “Lightweight,” Kace teased, draining the dregs from his third bottle. “Well, we can't all be fat like you,” Ian replied, having consumed just enough alcohol to allow him to make playful jabs. “Hey!” Kace said, pulling up his shirt to reveal a very different kind of six pack. “This look like flab to you?” “Hmm. I think I'll need to get a feel of it myself before I can make any final conclusions.” Ian? Flirting? Was... Was he somehow sloshed already? There was no way he'd- “But... I shouldn't. You're clearly intoxicated. It would be taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.” And there was the Ian that Kace knew. “You can take advantage, I don't mind!” Ian sighed. “Yes, that is what a drunk person would say.” “Dude! Watch!” Kace whined, performing the finger-to-nose sobriety test. Alas, he missed the dead centre, falling slightly closer to the left nostril than the right. For most people, that would've been more than enough to prove that one was still overall competent. But, in case you haven't already guessed, Ian wasn't most people. “See! Sober! S-O-B-E-R! Mostly.” “Alright. Look, it's getting late. I need-” “Your beauty sleep.” “-My rest or I'll be too tired to get anything done tomorrow. My courseload isn't going to review itself.” “But-” “And if you still feel this way in the morning, we'll do something about it then, promise. “Pinky swear?” “Make yourself a cup of coffee.” Kace made something between a grumble and a laugh. It was a strange sound, and one he'd only started producing after dating Ian. That guy could be so risk-averse that he made one want to throttle and protect him at the same time. Basically, the kind of frustrating one can't help but love. That's why, after being left alone with his thoughts (for Ian was readying for bed, no doubt flossing his teeth and cleaning under each nail), Kace found something that just didn't seem quite right. With a payout of 2000 dollars, it made total sense why Ian would swallow his nerves and get in front of the lens. But... When he made the decision, he thought he was only getting 250... Kace shrugged. Maybe Ian was right. Maybe he really was drunk. Now I know you're probably all on the edge of your seats right now. Did he or did he not live up to his promise to Kace the next morning? Well, I assure you, he did. For four hours straight, as a matter of fact. Ian could still... Sort of stand afterwards? But it was a good thing they hadn't done the deed the day of the shoot, or else the poor man might've needed a walker just to get around the set! To Be Continued.... (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! I'm new to this site so I don't know if these are customary, so I'll attach one here in the first part and no more after. The story you are reading is a commissioned piece, and my buyer suggested I post it here. The story is currently complete, and per their request, I will be releasing it in parts. I am a female writer, so I apologize if sometimes my portrayal of the male homosexual experience comes across as 'off.' I hope you can enjoy regardless!)

Chapter 4 I got a room and settled in. Took a quick walk around in my jock and saw one hot guy that smiled, licked his lips, touched his nip and was stroking his dick through his towel. I smiled back and kept walking to my room. Once there I took out a booty bump rig, laid on the bed and threw my legs up and over my head so my hole was pointing towards the ceiling. I then emptied the rig deep inside me and counted down 5 minutes. "Damn, look at you. You white boys love to get fucked don't you?" said the man I had seen earlier. I was shocked and a little embarrassed. I had thought I had shut and locked the door. Dropping his towel, he closed the door as I began to bring my legs down. "Hey now, go back like you were. Keep that ass up for me. And in case you were wondering, I had the attendant let me in. He's buds with me and another bro", he said as he came closer to me. His dick was thicker and longer than any dick I had seen before besides porn. He stood about 6'2", ripped abs, bulging arms, toned beefy chest, killer smile, and black. He reached out and slapped one ass cheek leaving his hand there as he massaged it. He stroked his dick with the other hand as he climbed up onto the bed. He then slapped my other ass cheek and began massaging both cheeks as he stood towering over me gyrating his hips as his dick slapped against my hole. "Hungry white boy I see. You just do a booty bump? Hmmmm? That hole is snappin at my dick. It wants to be filled with my black dick. That right?" My hole was hungry. But his dick was huge. I really didn't think I could take it. I said, "You are one hot fucker. Your dick is huge. I don't think". I was stopped as both his hands slapped my ass again, then he reached down and began to play with my nips as he tongue fucked my hole. He kept alternating playing with my nips and slapping my ass. Then he again stood up over me and slapped his dick on my hole, rubbing against it. Teasing it. "I bet you can take this dick. I know you can. You know you want to. Ever been fucked by a black guy!". I said no. "No joke, the saying is true once you go black. Besides your ad on bbrt doesn't say no blacks. Gotta have that pink white boy hole. I want it. Gotta have it. Gonna take it if I have to", he said. He took my legs and pulled them back down and then stepped off the bed. "What treats you got?", he asked. I got off the bed and grabbed the bag. Dumped it out onto the bed. "Damn white boy! So you like to slam! Hell fuck yeah!" He grabbed one .35 rig and the hose and told me to put out my arm. I hesitated. He put the rig in his mouth and pinned me to the bed. I couldn't move. He wrapped the tube around my arm and I was about to shout put when he looked me dead in the eye and told me to not make a sound or move if I didn't want to get hurt as he scratched my arm with the needle. I laid there. "I told you I wanted to fuck that white boy ass!" and in went the content of the rig. "Now you gonna beg for my big black dick. And my bud's big black dick too!". He held my arm up as the rush went thru me. My eyes rolled back in my head. This was stronger than I thought. I lost all fight in me. He then moved up further on the bed and fed me his dark meat while he grabbed both my legs behind him and then slapped my ass. I choked on his dick. But I kept trying to take more of him. He got off me and the bed and grabbed my boots and unlaced them. He then tied my wrists to hooks already in the wall above the bed. He took a sock and shoved it in my mouth. He then took my key and said he would be right back. I was flying. All I could think about was getting fucked by this super hot black stud. My door opened and he walked in, and closed the door, then dropped his towel. "You look so sexy all tied up white boy. You horny? Want this big black dick?", he asked. My hole was twitching like crazy and I nodded my head and said yes through the sock. "I did some thinkin. I want you so fucked up you can't be without dick pounding your hole. So let's grab some of those goods you got and get you all fucked up.". He grabbed another booty bump rig and the bag of shards, got up on the bed and pulled my ass up onto his chest. He then took out 2 large shards and pushed them as deep as he could into my hole. He twisted his fingers around and teased my prostate. He then pulled his fingers out and emptied the booty bump rig inside me. After he pulled it out he began to slap my ass cheeks again while he teased my hole with his tongue. "Yeah white boy. There you go. You're almost there. Just a couple more minutes.". I was squirming on the bed, bucking my hips to get his tongue inside my hole. My dick was hard and spurting more and more precum. He then backed away for a moment and reached into the bag and pulled out a shot of g. He said for me to drink it and not to make a sound when he removed the sock. I drank it down. He covered my mouth with his hand and asked if the sock was really needed. I shook my head no. He smiled. Then he reached over to the bag and took out the other .35 rig and looked at me, made a evil grin, then said to hold on while in lightning speed he wrapped my other arm, stuck the needle in, emptied the rig, took off hose, and stood back and watched as the rush took over. I was now totally fucked up. I couldn't speak. I just kept mouthing Fuck me fuck me fuck me. "There it is. You gotta have this big black dick don't you? Well time for a double play white boy!". He opened the door and this 6'6" tall, muscled and tatted black man entered the room. He had no towel and his dick was even bigger. It curved up with 2 huge balls hangin. The door closed. The new guy came to the head of bed and untied me. He grabbed me, picked me up and put me on my knees. He slapped my ass as he shoved two fingers in my hole, then three. He quickly pulled them out and spun me around and told me to open up to suck his dick. I could barely get the head inside my mouth. The first guy slapped my ass again and then shoved his dick up my hole in one motion. I tried to scream but couldn't with the huge dick trying to get deeper into my mouth. The first guy wasted no time pulling all the way out, slapping my ass, then going balls deep again and again. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and pulled them up then began jack hammering my hole. The pain was gone as I moaned and pushed back. These two were working me over. I began to shake and my dick drooled precum with every thrust. My eyes rolled back and I lost it. "Yeah white boy! Fuck yeah! Clamp down on my dick. Milk it. You're gonna cum like you never cum before!" He slapped my ass harder and pounded as deep and fast as he could. The second guy held onto my head as he pushed his dick further down my throat. He then slapped my face a couple times and then reached down and squeezed both my nips hard. I started shooting all over the place. My dick throbbed and pumped out my cum. My hole spasmed like never before. Every thrust caused me to blow. "Yeah white boy. Yeah. Take my black seed! Fuck yeah!" He grabbed my hair with one hand pulling me back forcing me to arch my back as he grabbed my throat, squeezing as he pulled back. He began to unload deep inside my hole. I could feel the throbbing of his dick as he froze sweat pouring onto my back. I could only groan in spurts. The second guy remained standing smacking my face with his dick. The first guy let me hair and neck go as he pulled his dick out now spent. He stood up, grabbed his towel, told the second guy I was all his and left the room. "Been told you got some treats in that bag. Why don't you take a couple shards and work them into that hot white hole for me?". He stood there waving his dick and stroking it. I crawled over to the bag and took out two shards. "Get on your back, put those legs up and work them inside your hole", he said. With my hole in his direction I put my legs up and began to push them inside my hole. He stood there moaning and stroking his dick. "Spread those legs nice and wide. Put the pillow under your ass. Get them in nice and deep.". He walked over to the bag and took out 2 more shards, then grabbed my ankles pulling them up over my head, my shoulders on the bed and held them as he pushed the shards inside me with his finger. He probed and tapped on my prostate as I moaned. I reached up and began to play with his nips. He added another finger and worked the two in and out of my now burning hole. He then added a third finger and was more forceful as he worked. He then pulled out his fingers and slapped my ass. In one quick movement he pulled my legs toward him. His dick was at the entrance to my hole. He bent over me and began deep kissing me. Played with my nips and slowly and steadily pushed his dick inside. "Good little white boy. Relax. You're gonna love my monster dick fucking your sweet hole". I began sweating like crazy. He kept pushing and sliding inside. Kissing me. Working my nips. Then he hit my second ring. I winced in pain and pleasure. He jerked his hips and popped in. I started to scream. He covered my mouth with his and deep tongued my throat. He then did several short pumps in a quick motion. I began to feel like I was going to cum. I told him. He just started to long dick my hole. I began shooting again all over the two of us. He laughed. Then his tempo began to quicken. He stood up and pulled me so my ass was hanging just over the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs as wide as he could. He looked down at me and said I was going to love this. He then pulled his dick all the way out and shoved it back balls deep. Again and again he did this. He got faster as he went. I reached up and tweaked his nips as I rolled my head from side to side. I felt like I was going to cum again. I looked up at him and he just smiled and said he knew cause my ass was gripping and milking his dick like crazy. He then jumped up on the bed, squatting over me with my ass now higher and jack hammered my hole. I couldn't control myself yelling for him to dick my ass, fuck it, rape it, pound it. Again I began shooting and groaning. Then he stopped. He kept his dick in my hole as he laid on his side and moved me onto my side. He then lifted one leg up and pulled my chest back a little and began licking my nip and neck. He long fucked me like that in slow full thrusts forever. It drove me crazy. He kept saying to me "there's nothing like black dick fucking white boy hole". He started to then raise my leg higher and pulled it back as he again jack hammered my hole. It was insane. He could feel me tensing up again and said he was close too. He then dropped my leg and again grabbed my ankles spreading my legs wide and really pounded my hole. His sweat dripped all over me. I started to reach down and stroke my dick. He shouted to me to not touch my dick and put my arms up behind my head. I did as he asked and his face turned almost mean looking and he drilled into me harder. His balls slapped against my ass. He then spit in my face and pummeled my hole harder. The bed creaked. I reached my arms up and pushed against the wall to brace myself and push back on him. I arched my back and then literally shook as I felt myself exploding as he moaned loudly and began to unload deep inside my hole. "Awwww, fuck! Shit! Motherfucker! Take my monster black dick! Fuck!", he shouted. He then released my legs and collapsed on top of me, kissing me, stroking my face and hair. "That was some hot white boy ass, gotta say. Where you been hiding?", he said. I told him I was just visiting for the weekend. He stood up and gave me another kiss, and left the room. I was spent. Beyond exhausted. But a huge smile on my face and now a wanting for black dick. I showered and took a cab back to my ex's. When I got there I could hear the shower running. I was still spun as fuck and got worried that my ex would notice. I tried to think about what I was going to say if he brought it up. I headed into the kitchen to hydrate a bit. The shower water went off as I was getting some ice from the ice maker. "Tim? Thought you were working late?" came a voice unknown to me. Tim was my ex's name. Tim had not mentioned a roommate or anyone he was involved in. I said, "Hello? Jay here. Visiting for the weekend." The voice then said, "Oh, hey there. Tim said you were visiting but hadnt seen you since you got here. He told me you were an ex of his. Was disappointed he wouldnt have much time on account of his new job". The voice sounded sexy and masculine. The volume got louder as he spoke and then entered the kitchen totally naked, drying off with his towel. I couldnt help but stare at his body and dick. He was so hot, 6' tall, v shaped, masculine, 40's, toned up, jet black hair, killer smile, goatee, 5 o'clock shadow, nice legs and arms, nips like erasers sitting on a firm chest, light chest hair with a treasure trail over his abs, and a cut dick that appeared to be rising every second.

Beautiful day today, so went to local lake and walked around a bit before sitting on a picnic table and smoked my pipe a while. Soon a fella came walking over, and started some small talk about my pipe. He was maybe mid twenties, 5'-6" and husky, and bearded. Well, I'll skip ahead to the good details and I fucked him behind a cluster of shrubs. He started sucking me but I really needed to ride his ass, so when I asked he didn't say no😃 He was super tight. Not a virgin but he'd only been fucked a few times he said. I didn't last more than 5 minutes, and he got a huge poz load planted deep. He jerked off with my cock still in him after I came. I'm hoping it's his last clean load he ever shoots😉

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

PART TWO... ((NOTE. NO SEX PRESENT IN CHAPTER)) By the time the sun rose that Friday morning, Ian had already been up for hours. Why? Packing, of course! Everything needed to be organized, put away, checked, and double checked. That way they'd be certain to bring all the necessities. “Ugh...” Kace groaned, waking to the sound of zippers and buckles. The first thing he saw opening his crusty eyes was not one, not two, but three suitcases packed to their limits. Kace didn't even know they had enough stuff to fill three suitcases in the first place! Now it was his turn to be the baffled one. “What the... What are you doing?” “Packing.” “For what? A trip to Mars?” “Might as well be.” “Dude, we're gonna be gone what? Two days? And I'm pretty sure Jon will provide clothes for the shoot!” Kace laughed, laugh turning to an awkward chuckle as his groggy brain remembered the nature of today's job. “I know. That's what I'm afraid of.” “Look, Ian,” Kace said, blanket falling and exposing his bare chest as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You really don't have to do this. Jon's a chill guy. I'm sure if you call and say-” “And we really need 2000 dollars. As long as you're there, I can handle it. Now,” Ian continued, changing the subject to something that didn't make him want to crawl out of his skin. “Which do you think will stand up to the chlorine better? Trunks or my wetsuit?” Kace smirked. “Speedo.” “Christ, what is it with you and your Speedo obsession?” “What? Professional swimmers wear them, so they must be good with chlorine! Just trying to be helpful!” “Right,” Ian gave his boyfriend an eye roll and a smile, tucking the wetsuit into one of the seemingly endless compartments. “I'm going to warm up the car. See you outside.” “I-I'm not even awake yet man!” “Then,” Ian said, never losing that smug little smile. “You'd better go get dressed.” Though Kace griped, 'warming up the car' gave him a good half hour to change, (not) comb his hair, inhale a toaster strudel made of real 'food byproduct' and get out the door with enough time to forget his sunglasses twice on the way! Rumour had it the vehicle was once a Chevrolet, but Frankencar there had so many parts replaced that the only ones who knew for sure what it once was were it and God. And, well, let's just say it started about as well you'd expect from an auto nicknamed 'Frankencar.' As fate would have it for our dear Kace, the only clothes not buried in a suitcase somewhere was a tight-fitting orange t-shirt and beige running shorts that did little to protect whatever trace of modesty was left in the man. Kace had a sneaking suspicion this wasn't an accident. Ian's suitcase still lay on the bed. And his Speedo was still in the closet. So our brown-haired friend did what any responsible boyfriend would do: swapped the unsuited wetsuit for a more, ahem, 'fitting' piece. Just because he didn't want the pool chemicals to ruin the former's delicate fabric. Yes. That was certainly his only motive. After some key turning, break pedalling, too many 'Pull ze switch, Igor!' jokes, a few prayers and a good thrashing, Frankencar was finally on the move, going down a few familiar morning streets before turning off in the direction of the highway. However, the shoot wasn't until three. In the afternoon. So why then had the pair set off at the crack of dawn? Officially, to settle into the BnB, but the real reason was so- “Now you have no excuse to speed.” Kace grumbled. “Because we have all day to get there,” Ian gently taunted, though it came from a place of concern. “That didn't mean we had to go at this ungodly hour.” “This 'ungodly hour' is eight o'clock Kace. Besides, last time we left at noon, and you still found a reason to go eighty in a seventy zone.” “A good reason!” “You're really not helping your cause here man. It's just-” “27 percent of car accident fatalities in the year 2017 were caused by speeding. I know. It's only the fiftieth time you've told me.” “I'm sorry, I'm-” “The reason I'm not dead yet?” Kace laughed, shooting Ian a sideways smile. “Look dude, I get it. I'm glad you're watching out for my daredevil ass. I'm touched. In all the right places.” He winked, sucking air through his teeth. “Kace!” “Worrywart,” He said, tone making what would be an insult sound like the most loving pet name in the world. As expected, the 'settling in' took a grand total of 45 minutes, leaving the couple with an entire five hours and fifteen minutes of diddly squat. Under other circumstances, they would've chilled at the BnB for a while, watching TV and perhaps engaging in 'other' activities. But does a shy young man going to an erotic softcore photoshoot sound normal to you? I think not. To Ian, this was like ripping off a bandage: you got to do it all at once. And every second spent in those 400 square feet of pressed bedsheets and generic paintings was like peeling it off one hair at a time. The studio was only a stone's throw away. Jonathan would be there by now, hell, with how seriously he took the job he'd probably stayed the previous night prepping. Ian was fearing the unknown, so if he got there, took a walk around the set, and had a quick chat with Jonathan, there would be no more unknown. He wanted to be prepared BEFORE he had to deal with someone else, namely the other model. The exterior itself was nondescript. Had it not been for the J&B's Studio sign in the window (the 'io' burnt out, a sign of disrepair to the average passerby but a wink and a nod for those in the know) J&B's 'Stud' could've been anything from a paper clip factory to a mafia gambling house. The inside on the other hand.... The first floor was equally nondescript, a few run-of-the-mill landscape photos tacked onto grey walls, a small waiting room stocked full of 15-year-old Reader's Digests and a water cooler which looked like it had seen better days. In the background of the drabness was a small desk, sat behind it an even smaller woman, the click-clack of her keyboard making perfect mood music for the scene. Whatever she was working on (if she was working at all) it commanded her attention to a point that she failed to notice the two attractive new arrivals standing awkwardly by her desk. Ian wasn't the type for these sorts of interactions. In fact, he'd rather hold hands with a cactus than handle such situations. Kace, on the other hand... “Excuse me?” No response. “Excuse me?” He said again, lightly rapping the wood with his knuckles. “Kace, don't-” “How can I help you?” “See?” Kace whispered, nudging Ian before turning back to the woman, who looked the Merriam-Webster definition of bored. “Ah yes, we're here for the shoot.” The woman stared at him. Either she was expecting him to continue, or she'd just fallen into a vegetative state. “With?” “Jonathan.” It was as though a switch had been flicked. In an instant, dull green eyes turned to sparkling emeralds, a previously bored face etched with equal parts professionalism and intrigue. Even her hair seemed to perk up somehow, small curly-fry ringlets visible under the mountains of frizz. “Ah, yes! Your name?” “I'm-” But the woman cut him off before he could finish. “Ian?” “How did you-” “Only two names down here kid. And, well...” “Well what?” Kace asked, tone bordering on irritation. She giggled. “You don't exactly look like a DeMarquis!” “DeMarquis? Oh, uhm, that's the other guy, right?” “So I hear! Elevator to the third floor, second door on the right! Have a nice day!” “Thanks...” Kace replied, finding the woman's odd demeanour change a touch offputting. “You too...” He wanted nothing more than to climb into the tiny silver box and slam the doors shut. It was only when he got into the elevator that Kace remembered his claustrophobia. “Yeesh. This is some James Bond movie shit, man,” He stammered, scratching the back of his neck. Of course, Ian saw right through this flimsy attempt to conceal obvious fear. And that's why Ian knew he needed to play along with it. The only thing Kace hated more than tiny spaces and snakes was for others to view him as a coward. “It's not that bad-” DING! With a dramatic SWOOSH! The elevator slid open, revealing what looked more like the backstage of a high-budget television show than an out-of-the-way studio stationed smack-dab in the middle of Nowheresville. The floor was black, a red carpet running through the centre, splitting off like a serpent's forked tongue in two separate directions at the end of the hall. Where it went from there, however, was irrelevant, for door three lay only a few yards from where the elevator let off. And if door three was that close, and the corridor so long, the men could only imagine how many rooms the so-called lackluster building truly held. As if to top it all off, on the walls ran a line of lightbulbs, all pointed sideways in a manner one would expect on a fashion runway. “You were saying?” Kace laughed, more from relief of escaping the elevator than at his own witty retort. “Okay. Point taken. But I'd still say it's more Ms. Peel than Bond.” “Who?” “Don't you watch TV?” “Yea, just not stuff that's older than friggin Jonathan.” “How did you know-” “Because I know you. Like the...” Kace said, putting his hand atop Ian's. “-Like the back of your hand.” Having reached their door, the couple stood like this for a moment, silent, with fingers interlocked. But they couldn't wait forever. Kace squeezed Ian's hand, turning to him with a gentle, encouraging smile. “You ready?” “As I'll ever be.” Together, they gripped the doorknob. Inside was.... Well, it was a whole new world. A sort of pocket galaxy, really. Gone were the glitzy lights and red carpet, replaced instead by moose heads and tartan area rugs. A fireplace in the corner, an earthy green couch in the middle, hell, even a bar fully equipped with prop drinks! Save for the light stands scattered about, orange tape markers on the floor, and the door still open to the universe beyond, one could've easily mistaken it for an honest-to-goodness log cabin! “WOAH!” Both men said in unison. “All the work I put into this one, 'woah' is damned right!” A disembodied voice spoke. A second later, and the 'embodied' part revealed itself, popping up from under the bar counter holding a brush and dustpan. It was short, grey-haired, with light stubble defining its most notable feature: a shit-eating grin. “Jonathan! Good to see you again!” Ian said, giving the older man an impressed nod. Though he might not have been too keen on the idea of a more erotic shoot, Jonathan had been nothing but amicable in all the time they'd known each other. But not too 'amicable' in the sense that while his language was friendly, if somewhat unfiltered, his actions never strayed from the realm of complete professionalism. “Hey Jon. Looking older than ever!” “And I see the steroids have done you wonders!” The 'old' man laughed, the two doing their typical insult exchange ending with a firm pat on the shoulder from Jonathan. Though Kace had never been to the studio himself, naturally he wanted to know what the man who Ian would be stripping to Speedos for was like. Honestly, had it been anyone else except the old pro, Kace probably wouldn't have been as comfortable with his boyfriend participating in such a line of work. “Sorry we're early... I just wanted to get a feel of the place before, well...” “Ah, don't worry about it! Ida already paged me.” “Ida?” Ian asked. “My front desk lady. You know, about yay-high, creepy as all get out...” “Yea,” Kace snorted, face a sideways smile. “I think I know the one.” “You ain't seen half of it yet! Besides,” Jonathan continued, returning his attention to Ian. “You're not even the first here!” “What?” “Yep.” “YAHH!” Ian yelped, startled at the sudden presence of a third party. How had... Whoever this was, make it in so quietly? Ian turned to look and it... Made even less sense. The man was tall, like six-foot basketball player tall, though that was where his similarities to athletes of that sport ended. For one thing, he was a far cry from their beanpole build, looking to be 200 pounds easy, bulky, but in the fit sort of way, muscles clearly visible under the initial layer of fat. Kace was a decently built man in his own right, but he looked to this guy how Ian compared to him. The image was almost comical... Almost. Yet, there was an undercurrent of something different, something.... Erotic? He most definitely looked like a DeMarquis. Those being the case, try to picture the full extent of the contrast between itsy-bitsy Ian and the behemoth towering over him? Pretty difficult, right? I mean, it's not something you see very often. Which is why somebody was handing over the big bucks to get said picture(s). The man didn't even react to Ian's outburst. It was as if he was used to this sort of thing. Instead, he shut the door (closing the last window to the world beyond the cabin), and, with a warm smile, strode past the small group of men to the bar. Well, it was less like he strode past and more like he strode... Through. He had one destination and was headed straight there, no detours. So, if someone was in his way, they'd simply have to step aside. That 'someone' in this case, happened to be, well, Kace. Like Ian, the man was also surprised. For a very different reason, however. You see, he'd done shoots like this before, for other companies. Usually the so-called 'twink' turned out to be a dude teetering on middle age who was scrawny, but in all the wrong places. This little guy on the other hand, why, he was practically cherubic! It wasn't until he was behind the bar, fixing up a drink of what was surely prop liquor that somebody finally spoke. Funnily enough, it was Ian, out of all people. “So,” He asked, a polite attempt at an icebreaker in an otherwise awkward situation. “What's that?” “Raspberry Mojito,” DeMarquis replied, never glancing up from his drink. If he might get too distracted by his shootmate and get the soda-to-alcohol ratio all wrong! “No, no, I mean, I know that's what it is for the shoot and stuff,” Ian said. A bold-faced lie, the man couldn't tell the difference between margarita and moonshine, but that wasn't the focus of his question. “I mean, what's it actually made of? I've seen grape soda used for wine, and apple juice for whisky, but I'm stumped on this one.” This time, the lumbering fellow's eyes shot up from the glass instantly, a toothy grin spreading across his face just as fast. It sounded to him like the boy was angling for a drink. That couldn't have been farther from the truth. But, he had no way to know that. “Why don't you come see for yourself, kid?” Jonathan's posture adjusted ever-so-slightly, as if he were about to call out or interrupt something. One look from DeMarquis, and he thought better of it, Ian never noticing as he went to join the forty-something by the bar. But Kace... Kace did. The drink smelt sweet, with a bite lingering beneath that Ian couldn't quite place (only serving to pique his curiosity further). “Cheers,” DeMarquis said, raising his glass as Ian automatically mimicked him, doing the same. The taste... It tasted how it smelt, only with all the little details filled in. The sweetness, that was raspberry and lime, with just a hint of mint. It popped and fizzed, typical of carbonation, and it burned on the way down. Only... It burned a little too much. Almost like... “Woah! Is... Is this real?” Nobody needed to say a word for the question to be answered. Within seconds, Ian felt the blood rush to his head. He didn't need to look to know that his cheeks had flushed, taking what few years he had off his face. Suddenly, he looked less like a young man, and more like a little boy just come in from the snow. “Hey!” Kace said, rushing to his boyfriend's side. “You good, man?” “Relax. Believe it or not, I'm a big boy.” Normally, that would've been enough of an answer. Kace trusted Ian. But now, a third variable had entered the equation, a variable he found himself growing warier of by the second. “Dude, you don't even like booze.” “I know,” Ian said, falling to a whisper. “But I just met this guy, and he made me one little drink. I don't want to be rude.” 'Yea, you just met this guy, and he made you a drink,' Is what Ian wanted to say. Instead, he, against his gut instinct, took the more rational response. “Alright, just... Be careful, okay?” “Kace. You get pissed off when I make you double check to make sure the door is locked. I really don't think I'm the one you need to talk to about being careful.” “Heh. How does it feel having the shoe on the other foot?” Kace laughed. Normally, most of their conflicts resolved with a bad joke or one-liner. Yet, when laughter turned to awkward chuckles, and awkward chuckles turned to sighs, things still didn't feel quite as they should've been. Still, Ian was right. He was an adult. He could handle himself. There was only one more question Kace needed to ask before switching his attention to Jonathan. He looked up at DeMarquis (something he wasn't used to, given Ian's short stature), asking the exact same question that he'd just asked his boyfriend. “You good, man?” Though not a word differed, the tone of voice told the men all they needed to know. Well, three out of the four men. The fourth man, Ian, was too busy sipping away his first ever Raspberry Mojito. Had he had any prior, he'd've known his 'little' drink far exceeded the typical serving size for such a beverage. But, as mentioned earlier, the man was practically a virgin when it came to liquid courage. “Uh, yea. Sorry, if I'd known your friend wasn't a drinker, I-” “Boyfriend,” Kace corrected. “-Boyfriend wasn't a drinker, I woulda made him something different.” Kace analyzed DeMarquis's words syllable by syllable, scanning for any hint of a fib. In the end, he decided that it really had been an accident... However, Kace had his doubts as to how much the man regretted it. “Uh... Huh..” Kace nodded, turning and walking (storming, actually), over to Jonathan. He had some explaining to do! “Jon?” He said, voice hushed and tensed. “What?” “I think you know what.” “The drinks?” “No, the lighting! Yes, of course the drinks! Why does a STAGED shoot have REAL drinks?” “Erm...” Jonathan squirmed, making every effort to avoid eye contact as he replied. “It was... On request of the client. Real alcohol, or no dice. They insisted I make it 'as authentic as possible.'” Kace grumbled, the deep, begrudging sound of acquiescence far from the playful gripes he directed towards Ian on a daily basis. “Fine. Okay. But can we at least wait until the actual shoot before whipping the crap out?” He said, gesturing to Ian and DeMarquis, currently laughing about something over what remained of their Raspberry Mojitos. Lips pursed, Jonathan nodded. “Alright, let's get this show on the road! Dressing room is just down the hall, both your costumes should be there. If they aren't, tell me and I'll go yell at Ida.” Something about that sentence bothered Kace, though it wasn't until the two had long since disappeared that he realized what. 'Dressing room.' In the singular.

If I don't kiss you...how are you going to taste the load I just dumped in your ass?

Part 9 James was aiming his stream at the pink puffy rosette of the whore Mike has become. James like them like that, and he knows his buddy Hugo did aswell. When it come to sleaze James and Hugo where the same, for them piss was part of the game, even scat was not a strange world from them, not that it was a regular thing, but sometimes when they would go cruising outside, they would drop a turd or 2 on some high whores, just to mark their territory. While James was taking care of Mike in the showerroom, Dirk and Hugo where setting up extra cams, laptop and the extra gear James and Hugo brought. They where deeply into sounding bitches pathetic dicks, nipple torture, extreme bondage, masks, hoods, gaggs and so on. Once in a while saline was part of their game, but not tonight, their focus was on rawplay, pain and chemfuelled play. There is still time enough later to bodymod the bitch on a later date, Hugo was going to make sure that they would use the bitch more then once after this weekend. Mike was the type of guy that Hugo liked, an bit a cub of guy with a bit of meat on his bones, and not to smart. He likes his bottoms high and willing and he loves to make them into no limits sluts, letting them loose all inhibitions and refusing nothing. It takes times to do this, it is never from the first date, but James and Hugo always make sure it never stays at one date, and they take their time transforming their uptight bottoms into no limits whores. Since they have a lot of contact to sexclubs, most of their used bottoms end up there, to entertain the patrons, or just last their last one, cleaning up seedy cublicles in darkrooms. By the time James came back into the living room with Mike, all major tasks where done, they where ready to play. Dirk did bring back the blindfold and the handcuffs for Mike to wear, James was holding Mike by his side, and made him kneel in front of the couch. Dirk and James where putting the leather handcuffs on each arm, while Hugo was sorting out their partysupplies. When Mike was blindfolded again, James did keep hold of Mike by a dogcollar he brought, and had attached arounds Mikes neck.

What a hold your breathe moment ending to that chapter.... you know how to very much so hold the suspension with the reader 😁

Deliciously hot 😈🐷💦☣️💉

Hey must admit, over here in the UK we are having a good laugh. You Americans. You would never catch us electing a blond clown with an iffy sex life, useless response to a global pandemic who had a destructive policy that will destroy the economy. Oh,....er...hang on a minute...

Dude - I have repeatedly stated, over and over, that I respect your right to refuse medical advice and to stay off meds. I'm not attacking you; I'm defending the doctor(s) you're attacking for "having an agenda". Denigrating doctors for, well, being doctors - which includes providing the best medical advice they know - seems like kind of a dick move to me. I get that for you, meds may present issues that most people don't face, but to rail on the doctors (possibly discouraging them from being aggressive in treating OTHER people who don't have the "these are toxic to my system" rationale) goes beyond looking out for yourself.

Anyone else noticing an increase in guys who are into bald on top guys?? Lol I keep hearing from guys who have a fetish for mpb men. More than the normal amount..

I got fucked by a cute 29yo today in my RV while traveling through Twin Falls Idaho. He wanted me to be ass up when he walked in. So I did. He sent a face and dick pick, but when he came in I never turned around to look, he just fucked me for a few minutes and came in me, then left. That's what we wanted, to come in, fuck and dump, then leave. I never turned around to look at him. That's the closest I've come to anonymous. He had a pretty long dick. I couldn't push out his cum at first, took 4 hours for it to finally come out. At first I didn't think he actually came, but there 4 hours later it showed up. Big pool of cum came out of me.

I don’t think lesbians care/want to be included in a male sex houses. I think your bathhouses are safe

I don't have a lot of experience on this and the little I do is from a UK perspective, but I stopped my meds in January with the agreement of my doc. Told him that I was going through a bad phase (partially true, although not completely) and that I hadn't been fully compliant with taken the meds daily. The doc's view was that, given the possibility of resistence building up, it would be better to stop meds completely until I knew I could be compliant again that to stop/start them and potentially build up resistance. The aim was to continue with the regular blood tests to keep an eye on my levels, although that plan fell to pieces with Covid coming on the scene. Not yet had any further appointments set up for bloods.

Not sure if this goes here, but here we go. I read a last load post were the guy said he had never done ATM before (got more than he bargained for). Ive done Ass To Mouth literally EVERY TIME I get fucked. Everytime. Is it just the tops I got were a bit piggier? I know I am and I love cleaning my ass juices and cum off a big dick especially if the next dick starts fucking me right then. I just find it odd he had never done it and so many tops have made me do it. Am I the lucky one?

I (24) have been in a live-in relationship with my "daddy" (45) for almost 2 years now, he's an insatiable bottom, I'm a top only (although I love a nice rimjob). He's got a bunch of other friends his age who are all bottoms too who we play with often. I used to fuck guys my own age but for like the past year it's only been guys over 30, and I'm starting to kind of prefer it that way lol... Older bottoms just seem to be able to handle a big dick better, and seem to appreciate getting fucked by a younger guy a lot more than guys my own age. Any other young tops/older bottoms feel this way? We both really like incest play, but there is a total dearth of good porn with top sons and bottom dads. Even if you type those terms into search engines you will just get daddies fucking boys lol.

Sorry for the repost...just got logged back into my original account due to new phone. Have asked the admins/moderators to delete the other post. Wednesday night got a motel room with outside access. Wearing a black Andrew Christian jock strap I posted on Grindr and BBRT "anon ass up face down with blindfold". 1st load was from a 24yr old, athletic build black guy. He was in a hurry that resulted in a pump and dump. 2nd load was from an 18yr old white guy that has fucked me 4-5 times now all anon only have seen a dick pic of him. Nice thick dick that I could feel it swell up as he unloaded inside me. 3rd load was from another regular 35yr old athletic black guy that has fucked me anon around 15 times. He feels so good inside and it didn't take long before he unloaded in me. Sometimes he leaves and comes back to dump a second load, but not this time. Said in messages he can't get enough of my ass. 4th load came from a 44 yr old black guy avg build. Nice thick cock that pounded me good before unloading inside. 5th load came from came from a 33yr old black guy. Nice fairly thick dick that pounded me from the edge of the bed and bred me with a nice load. Within 10 mins after he bred me got hit up by a 20 yr old black guy, athletic/muscular build and arranged for him to come fuck me. Also got hit up by a 31 yr old black guy also athletic/muscular build that has fucked me before. Both agreed to tag team me. 20 yr old got there first and started to fuck me. Within 5 mins the 31 yr old walked in and watched me getting fucked. I motioned for him to come over and started sucking his dick while getting fucked from behind. The two switched up a couple times fucking me. They kept talking about how my hole was full of cum. The 20 yr old came inside me first. The 31 yr old started fucking me and did so for a while also talking about how full of cum my hole was and eventually bred me. That was loads 6 & 7. Damn I was spent! I think guy #4 didn't mark my ass with the marker because I only had 6 load marks at the end of the night. The next morning took one load from a discrete masculine athlete with no age on profile. Athletic/muscular build from what I could feel behind me. He pounded me for a while until eventually unloaded inside me. Never saw a face pic of any of the guys only dick pics.

I was 19 when a 32 yo guy fucked me for the first time.

Just curious, what if a potential hookup told you that they had tested positive for the covid antibodies. Would you go through with the hook up?

Good boy he is... so Lucky.... 😍

No worries, I'm not offended in the slightest! As a female, I know I'm not fully able to capture the male homosexual experience, and I also know this is a website by-and-for men, I'm more than happy to listen to criticism (since my being here is somewhat of an imposition in-and-of-itself). As far as the things with the mother character go, I was trying to illustrate the personalities my buyer wanted his characters to have (establishing early on Ian's loyalty, work-ethic, and guilt around taking handouts). It was part of the request that I try to flesh the characters However, I agree I was clunky in my portrayal. You're also correct that I am a young writer. I'm only about a year into adulthood, so I lack the experience those 10-20 years my senior possess. Which is why I do my best to practice a lot and read the works of others. I'll definitely take a peek at the writer you suggested! I appreciate your critique! The only thing I have to say is if I wrote what I knew, I'd make some pretty dull stories. But, who knows? Maybe I need a bit more time in the 'real world' to make my writing pop!

I usually leave that up to the top but I’d prefer some kissing. Although out cruising, sometimes it’s just about him dumping a load inside of me and moving on.

Next please

I do it if it’s a nice hot and long fuck. Especially if the top tells me to clean his dick. Good bottoms should clean a cummy dick with our mouths.

Yeah I'll proud of it. The number of sex partners a guy has can make them even hotter. I never have an issue telling men that I'm a fucking bb slut. They can do practically anything they want to me, so long as it's raw. Even most of the condom guys break down after seeing my hole and fuck me raw

Most guys probably figure it out considering I’ll let them fuck me after just meeting them or they’ll feel the loads already inside of me already. If it’s more innocent, it usually never comes up but if they ask, I’ll tell them just how slutty I can be.

It helped that he's a pathological liar who pretends to be a billionaire successful businessman when in reality he's a bankrupt carnival barker who couldn't get even a basic security clearance with his financials if he weren't president.

Thank you for your comments from Louisiana. As a Chicagoan and Boystown resident, I can tell you that the name change was what was "churlish." The "new" name of "Northalsted" is generic to the max. You may not know it, but Halsted is one of our longest streets, and so "Northalsted" could refer to a point anywhere along a 5-mile stretch through DePaul, Goose Island, Greektown, and down to Madison Street. In trying to please this cranky minority and its identity concerns, we've surrendered our own local identity. Giving up Boystown in exchange for nothing does matter and was not harmless. The person most publicly associated with the proposal complains that the name minimizes trans womens' roles in the "queer spectrum." But gay men have a strong identity here, stronger than anybody else's -- sorry 'bout it -- and it was wrong to smear us into the alphabet soup of G-L-B-T-Q-I-A-etc. The G's and T's can be here together, but we can honor the T's without dumping out the G's. And if the T's want to have Trans Town, good for them. Our city is well known for its lumpy stew of identities. Donna Edwards had a similar argument in the Post recently, when she said people should stop smearing her experience as a Black woman into a larger and supposedly more-friendly "people of color" umbrella identity. I invite you to read it. [think before following links] https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2020/09/14/we-are-black-women-stop-calling-us-women-color/ It's the same principle. You tarnish each thread's vibrancy when you say it's all just so much of the same fabric. For my part, I'm doubling down on Boystown (BBoystown is even better), and I'm with @chibtm2breed on sticking it to our local business community's leadership. If they want to make this change without community support, then see if I support them. It was short-sighted to try to un-name America's most vibrant gay neighborhood, and I have a feeling they'll be coming back soon enough.

Now that the New York Times series on Trump and his tax returns (and the earlier series on his handling of his father's companies in the years the father was mentally incompetent to do it himself) have exposed what most reasonable, intelligent people have always known, I'm wondering where all the Trumpanzee fan boys are. Far from being a savvy businessman who took a small amount of money and became a billionaire through tough negotiations and brilliant strategy, we know: 1. That far from a "small amount of money" Trump received hundreds of millions of dollars from his father over the years, much of it through tax fraud designed to avoid massive inheritance taxes; 2. That virtually all of the assets Trump actively manages, from his golf courses to most of his hotels to some of his office buildings, lose buckets of money even before favorable tax treatment; 3. That he only started making money in the 21st century when he was hired to portray a "billionaire" on NBC, and he used that fame to strike a huge number of licensing deals that paid him for the only skill he has - bullshitting; 4. That even his own sister thinks he's a fraud (and she should know, since she helped him with some of the defrauding before his father died; 5. That far from being massively wealthy, he's in hock right now for somewhere around a billion dollars that we know of, possibly more, and his assets are probably worth not a whole lot more than what he owes, across the board; 6. That he has basically no way to pay off the loans that are coming due in the next year or two without a massive infusion of cash (to the tune of around $425 million), and most of his valuable assets are already leveraged; 7. That he's only staying marginally solvent on a going basis because his campaign, the GOP, its various arms like the national Republican Senate Campaign Committee, its House counterpart, and foreign governments are all pouring money into his companies via overpriced memberships, hotel rooms, and the like; 8. That he happily traded his measly $400,000 salary as president for the untold millions the government is pouring into his businesses by having to foot the bill for Secret Service protection on all his properties when he's there, at many, many times the cost of his salary. In other words, he's exactly the con man we always knew he was.

Getting my nuts rubbed after I unload. After the session and we are relaxed I love to have my nuts gently rubbed and massaged. Doing it right can also get me brewing another load quick. I have my regular buds trained on this.

If not wanting women to have anything to do with the thoughts, interest, execution, or expression of my sexuality is misogynistic, then so be it.

My first time was an accident, we were having fun kissing naked in a changing room, I went to my knees and licked his balls when he suddenly started pissing I back up taking it in the face and body. He was so embarrassed that he almost ran, I grabbed him by his cock and sucked him off. I’d always thought it’s be disgusting but when it happened I suddenly more turned on so I learnt something new about myself that day.

The Bareback Pledge I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.” If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible. I pledge myself to sluttery, wanton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. I pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, accepting Bareback encounters from any and all” Yes, be it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, “safe sex” delusion I’ve been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same. NAME/HANDLE ______Kayne___________DATE___09/30/2020___

It was early January this year. I met a guy out at a bar and we left to go to his place but he said he couldn’t wait. He ended up fucking me between some cars in a parking garage right outside the bar, my jeans and underwear around my ankles.

I'm surprised the male only bathhouses have lasted as long as they have. COVID may the excuse the angry vaginas need to close them for good.

Yea! I dream of being forced to get a vasectomy or chemically castrated as well. The ultimate submission

I love choking a faggot out while I breed it.the harder they like it the better. i love it when they pass out and go limp so I can shove my arm up their ass while they are unconscious or by the time they come to some random stranger is fucking them in my load and I'm long gone. If you are in Toronto hit up @LittleCumSewer That faggot is a total whore and loves getting strangled. I have used a rope, a belt, my hands and even a noose on this fuckboy and strangled her skinny neck so hard I left bruises

14 with my best friends dad - late 30s. I wouldn't all it being sodomized though. I wanted him to be the first to fuck me and I went after him. He finally agreed and when the day came, he fingered my ass and to me ready. He very slowly pressed his cock on my asshole and entered me, it didn't hurt at all but I felt real full - he fucked me gently and shot in me. it was all I ever wanted and a great introduction to male on male sex.

Glad you appreciate that. I like to ride my subs sphincter - just pressing on to, teasing it, then without warning, thrust my cock balls deep in his ass. Love to gasp, moan, scream he makes.

My first was at Steamworks in Seattle. I was in town on business. Flight schedules were weird so I got into town on Sunday afternoon. Figured I’d kill some time in the baths before meeting up with the team at our hotel. 4:00 Sunday afternoon was slow, but it gave me time to get the lay of the place. I was disappointed there were no tubs at first, but I ended up having a good time anyway. There were two Asian men fucking hard in one of the public rooms when I got there. The bottom wanted to suck me, so I let him get me hard. His top blew in him pretty quickly, so I moved on. There was a sexy fucking black guy ass up in a room sucking one guy and getting fucked by another with the door open. The guy fucking him waved me in, so I joined the play. They were all wrapped, so I wrapped up and tag teamed the black bottom’s ass. The guy getting sucked off turned out to have a huge cock and I started playing with it when the other guy was fucking the bottom. At some point, the bottom guy stripped the rubber off of the big dicked guy who gave him the biggest fucking cream pie ive ever seen. I moved on as that seemed to be wrapping up. Spent some time in the darkroom/glory hole area, with not much luck. It was probably 6:00 by that time and getting a bit more busy, so I walked around again. Met a gorgeous older salt and pepper bear in the hall. We eyed each other and he asked me back to his room. Got there, he started sucking me off and then we swapped. When I stood up he turned me around and started rubbing his cock against me hole. It felt amazing as he started pushing in. I was a little tight for him so he grabbed his lube. I asked him if he wanted to wrap up and he let me know that he was a raw only guy. 🙂 I ended up getting two loads from him and letting him suck me off. Only as we were cleaning up did I think to ask status... 😱

I started to suck my fathers cock when I was 18. He had 9 inches of uncut, delicious cock and nice large suck able balls. He was a logger and we had worked all day and were covered in dirt. He stopped at the river on our way home and said lets go for a swim. I said OK. he undressed and we swam nude. Skinny dipping. It was getting dark and I was mesmerized by his huge cock. He was standing in the river knee deep and I just dropped to my knees in the water and took his big soft uncut cock in my mouth and sucked it. He got hard and held my head and pushed it down my throat, oh how I loved the taste of his cock, precum and cum. He told me I would have to suck him again and well I have for 20 years.

Everything. Being dominated by an aggressive top, that feeling of being used and being someone's whore. That feeling of fullness, the throbbing after I've been fucked

@doryan_Grey in London. Looking to lick and worship feet, take any load available to me (prefer poz) and be exposed. My number is +44 737 656182 text me and tell me what you’d do to me.

I love it all as well but the ultimate is when he cums inside me and I know it. It’s the completion of the act. It makes me feel complete.

i like to strangle a cute little neg twink with my bare hands in the bathhouse so that he never sees my face then tell him it that im giving him aids right before he passes out,then make sure its hole is getting fucked by a new guy when he wakes up

900k and climbing! Any generous neg btms needing charged?