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12:30pm Friday I had a hung 18 yr old scally lad come over and raid my cunthole, hard rough fuck n go. He’s got that typical slim muscular scally physique with a very fat veiny 9.5” uncut dick. He turned up just wearing a pair of grey shorts that looked like cut off joggers & his trainers. By the time I’d closed the front door he’s shorts were off & he was stroking his massive hard dick. He told me to get my arse out & get bent over the table in the garage. With just a bit of spit lube he rammed his dick up my hairy cunthole & fuck me as hard fast and rough as he could for a good 10 minutes or so and shot his thick heavy load balls deep in me. I was expecting him to pull out, put his shorts on and leave, he pulled out then after a few seconds said he wanted to fuck another load in me. Looking back at him over my shoulder I told him he could fuck as many loads in me as he liked. He shoved his dick back in & raided my cunthole till he shot his second load. He pulled out, spanked my arse saying “cheers mate” got dressed & left. An hour or so later I was on scruff & got a message from a guy that was very close by, he sent pics of his 7” uncut dick and his meaty hairy arse saying he was parked up in his van on his break and was horny for a fuck. I wanted his dick & arse so replied with my pics suggesting a BB flip fuck, 5 minutes later he was pulling up on the drive in his red & white courier van. Nice looking stocky muscular hairy bloke in his late 30’s, I took him up to the bedroom & as soon as I saw his gorgeous meaty hairy arse in the flesh I was gagging to fuck it & he happily let me fuck & breed him first, gave him a quick deep rimming before plunging my big fat 9” meat balls deep in his hairy shithole. I gave his arse some serious punishment for a good 20 minutes before breeding my huge thick load balls deep in him, I gave him my arse and he gave me a proper good seeing too as well for a 30 minute before flooding my cunthole with his big juicy load. He was keen to meet again, as was I so we swapped numbers. I’ve been chatting to a 24 yr old muslim lad for about a week, he replied to one of my ads on Locanto saying he’s a very horny top who’s very in the closet and looking for very discreet meets to fuck & breed a guy’s arse. We finally settled on meeting Friday evening around 10pm after Friday prayers. He arrived just after 10pm he’d come straight from the mosque and was still wearing his white Jubba which was skin tight on his big muscular pecs, shoulders & arms. He was happy to fuck in the living room so we both stripped, his gorgeous big pecs, arse and legs were nice & hairy, his meaty 8”cut dick had a slightly trimmed bush & his low hanging balls were shaved smooth. He surprised me when he said he was up for mutual cock sucking, rimming & kissing which we did for the first hour or so. He then spent 2 hours raiding my arse & breeding 2 thick loads deep inside me. It’s now 2:55am and I’m about to get out of my car & enter the Hampstead Heath woods to get some random cock and loads!

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Part 60 - The Prince And The Commoner The morning began in the usual routine, Tom was on early duty and allowed Alex and Max a little lay in before serving them a surprise breakfast in bed. He crept past the doors to Franco then Artem's trying to be discreet and putting his ear to the door briefly, he was desperate to find out if anything went on last night when they disappeared together. He could hear nothing and disappointingly went off to fetch breakfast. Artem began waking up and his senses instantly picking up he was not alone, rolling on to his side and opening his eyes he was face to face with Franco who was watching him. "Morning" Franco said in a very content voice and smiling at him, "You look sleepy". Artem stared at him in a bewildered manner "Morning, tired. What are you doing here?". "We talked and fell asleep" Franco replied, "You want me to leave?" he asked. "Yes" Artem replied then paused, "I mean no. I mean I don't know" he added sounding confused. Franco smiled resting his head on his arm "Have you forgotten about last night?" he now asked. "Yes" Artem said, "I mean no" he sad sounding just as confused again and rolling on his back. Franco leaned up "You will keep" he said softly leaning over him, "There is no rush". Artem looked up in to his eyes "This scares me Franco" he said in a hushed tone and looking concerned. "Scares you!" Franco exclaimed, "How do think I feel? I have no idea what to do now". Finally Artem smiled and chuckled "We both have busy days. It is wedding day" Franco said. Artem nodded "Guess we should get to work then" he said sitting up causing Franco to move. Franco mistook his movement and moved his head slightly away then forward again catching Artem completely by surprise kissing him on the lips very delicately. Moving his head away he looked at Artem who let out a soft tantalising sigh, his eyes closed and his face expressionless. "What was that for?" Artem asked opening his eyes quickly and partly in shock. Franco smiled "I thought that was why you sat up" he replied leaning back. Artem smiled "No I was going to get ready for work" he said climbing off the bed. Franco buttoned up his shirt noticing Artem was looking at his chest "Well I should go" he said. Artem nodded and walked with Franco through the lounge "See you later" he said nervously. Franco put his hand on the door "Of course you will, we work together!" he remarked laughing. Artem now found the balls he had been so desperate to find and stepped towards Franco planting a kiss on his lips, Artem now made the mistake of only moving his head a few inches away. Franco took it as another signal and kissed Artem again, only this time he kept his lips attached to Artem's. Then letting go of the door handle and wrapping his arms around Artem in a hug, he was pleasantly surprised that Artem did the same. "I better go Artem" Franco finally said letting go. Artem nodded letting go of Franco and kissing him on the cheek "Lips!" Franco exclaimed. Artem laughed at Franco pointing to his lip and kissed him again "Go" Artem said opening the door. Artem closed the door leaning back against before realising that their kiss had for the first time aroused him. Even kissing girls he had never got an erection like this, his cock was bone hard. He smiled to himself finally understanding that hidden away but there was his true nature and orientation. Franco grinned walking across to his apartment and discreetly feeling his boner, that one intimate hug with Artem was all he needed to know, that and he also knew it had caused Artem to have a hard on as well. Alex turned on the television to see that coverage had already started of the big day, crowds had been gathering since just after midnight lining the route from the palace to the cathedral and around the plaza. It wasn't long before the bed was full as last to walk in was Artem and Franco, having talked they were interested but decided to wait until after the wedding before finding their feet. Alex and Max smiled at them arriving and patting the bed to join Mateo, Tom and Liam who were all drinking coffee and talking noisily. The coverage flipping every now and then to last nights footage and royal commentators expressing their views, one in particular remarked that it was so nice to see how Prince Alexander and Max came outside for a bit or normality in one of Victoria's hottest gay clubs on their last night as single men. Even Alex was surprised when the coverage returned to the plaza and boulevard, the sheer amount of crowds already gathered in support was quite astonishing to him. Alex and Max were still naked under the sheets when the queen arrived with the king to check on them. They stood in the lounge that was deathly quiet and they wondered where all the household staff had got to. They heard laughter and could make out a TV was on in the master suite and opened the door stepping inside to find the most unusual but funny sight. Instantly everyone scrambled off the bed bowing and addressing the king and queen at their sudden appearance. The king and queen laughed at the sight "Please back on the bed" the queen commanded. "I am so sorry" Alex said wondering what on earth his parents would think. "What for?" the queen asked, "What you do in your private quarters is your business" she added. Max shrugged from embarrassment "Coffee?" he asked and they both nodded sitting on the bed to join them. "On it" Mateo called out from the other side of the bed causing the king and queen to laugh. "I do like this, seeing you all enjoying time together and relaxing" the king said. Mateo returned with coffees "Your majesties, coffee" he said bowing. The queen smiled then turned to Alex "So tell me what happened last night?" she asked. Alex looked at Max then his mother "Did something happen?" he now asked confused. The king smiled "You are all over the TV and papers this morning" he told them looking happy. "Phew!" Alex said in relief, "I though it was something bad". "Completely the opposite" the queen replied, "You all going out was very well received". Nick appeared with two footman and a massage table "Ah Nick, over there please" the queen said. "Your majesties, royal highness, sir. Good morning" Nick said smiling at Alex and Max. "Thought you both might like a massage before getting ready" the queen said standing up. "Guys we should give Alex and Max some privacy before their busy day" the king said kindly. "Nick is really rather good at them" the king added and queen nodded in agreement. Leaving with all the household Alex looked at Nick "Do you massage everyone?" he asked. Nick chuckled "The queen has one once a week, she will only let me do them" he replied. "How come I do not know about this?" Alex asked smirking. Max was about to jump out of the bed but Alex pushed him back and scooted off getting on to the massage table laughing and fully naked. Outside in the lounge Sam had arrived since he was getting ready with Max, Josh had dropped his suit off for the big day and he was anxious to see it. Mateo gave him a cup of coffee as everyone was going off in different directions getting prepared. "Is there a happy ending Nick?" Max asked laying back on the bed. "Of course" Nick replied, "You two get married" he said laughing. Max laughed "I think Alex married about ten guys last night" he remarked. Alex was about to say something but Nick pushed his head back down telling him to be quiet. He was quiet for just over a minute before he started moaning sexually as Nick got to work giving him a full body massage. Sam listened at the door that was slightly ajar and could hear the sleazy conversation going on before walking inside. "You are all so disgusting!" Sam announced closing the door. Alex raised his head "You are just jealous!" he called out before Nick pushed his head back down. "Brother" Sam said bowing his head and smirking. "Fuck off!" Max said laying on his stomach watching Nick at work. Sam sat on the bed next to him "So are you next, do I get to hear your erotic moans again?". Max gave him a sarcastic grin "Why don't you go and annoy your best friend" he remarked. "He is busy getting ready" Sam replied as Artem walked in handing a towel to Sam. "Thanks Artem" Sam said standing up, "I am using your shower by the way" he said walking off. "Bloody cheek!" Max said as Alex let out another erotic moan causing him to laugh. Sam finished showering and re-joined Max on the bed. Nick slapped Alex on the arse telling him his time was up and Alex got to his feet and quickly wrapped the towel around him to hide his massage arousal but Sam noticed and laughed mocking Alex, he walked over to Sam threatening to get his cock out before Max pushed him towards the bathroom then taking his place on the massage table. Sam sat there crossed legged laughing for a good ten minutes until Mateo appeared beckoning him to the dressing room where he was going to help Sam get dressed. The TV still played in the background and had now moved to watch the guests starting to arrive. Those not staying in the palace were taken to a security screening area then placed on mini buses taking them to the cathedral. Alex caught the commentator announcing that fashion designer Joshua Franks who had previously been associated to the prince was arriving getting out of a car with the Master of Royal Horses who was dressed in his white tunic. He then got excited commentating that Josh was holding hands with him walking in to the cathedral. Just as Max came out of the bathroom wearing a bath robe. Alex smiled "I did that!" he exclaimed proudly seeing them two of them looking happy. "We all did that!" Max replied giggling. Tom and Mateo appeared "Come on brides time to get dressed" Tom announced. Alex huffed looking at him "That will cost you later! he remarked. Tom rubbed his cock "No more of this from today, you will be married" he replied laughing They walked in the dressing room where Max saw the black tunic hanging up with the purple sash and the gold royal insignia. Tom sorted Alex out and Mateo handed Max his underwear and socks then breeches, Mateo helped him in to the then the black tunic that was now adorned with gold lacing and fasteners exactly like Alex's. Finally Mateo placed the sash over his right shoulder and fastened it to the left hip of his tunic then attached the gold royal insignia. He was only now allowed to wear this tunic since taking the oath and pledges. Mateo stepped back then kissed him on the cheek almost crying at how perfect Max looked. Alex turned to Max in his black tunic, just below his left breast was the Sovereign Royal Star of Monrovia and his purple sash over his right shoulder bearing the gold royal insignia at the top, below was the brooch of his parents coronation, then the royal coat of arms, below that the Seal of Monrovia and finally the Dukedom of Montcalm coat of arms. Max smiled "Wow, you look all glitzy and fancy" he said walking over and kissing him. "Thank you" Alex said kissing him back, "You look stunning Max" he said admiring him. "I am bricking it Alex" Max said looking worried, "Forgot how you look when so royal" he added. Alex chuckled and held him "You have nothing to worry about Max, all that matters today is us and I love you". "Why do I have to wear the same though?" Max asked, "I am not royalty". Alex guessed from Max's tunic that was about to change "Probably another tradition when marrying royalty". Max looked curiously at him "I suppose. And I love you" he replied kissing him again. He certainly felt a little different looking at his appearance in the mirror, he could easily pass as being a member of the royal family. He certainly was not dressed ordinarily considering he was a commoner marrying a prince. Liam and Franco appeared in the lounge dressed in the household royal white tunics, Liam with a gold sash and Franco a pale yellow one. Max looked at how official the four of them now looked together. Liam and Franco stole a glance at each other, they both knew what was happening today and that Franco also had a little act to play after the service. Their focus and duty today was to walk behind them in a tradition to deliver them safely to the archbishop for the ceremony then back to the palace. "It is almost time" Liam said accompanying the prince and Max in to the lounge. A knock at the door "Your royal highness, sir" the footman said standing there, "If you would follow me please". The nerves even getting to Alex now as they walked silently through the residence side of the palace and through the double doors in to the main palace and the receiving room, Alex and Max held hands tightly through their own nerves. Inside stood the king and crown prince Alden dressed in their royal finery, Max's father and brother also stood there dressed in black suits designed and made by Josh that looked almost to perfect for the occasion. Max could hardly believe how his brother looked now, cutting a very fine figure with his slowly changing body from working out with Nick and military school training. Max's mother had left with the queen and dowager queen a few minutes before them and they now waited until they had confirmation of their arrival at the cathedral. Max would leave first with his father, brother and Franco in a royal car. Alex with the king, crown prince and Liam would leave five minutes after by horse drawn carriage. Franco approached and nodded at Max that it was time to leave. Within minutes they were in the royal car and slowly moving down the drive to the gates and on to the boulevard. The roar of cheers was deafening and could be heard getting louder and louder inside the cathedral, the reaction from the crowd shocked them all and Sam was loving every second of it and waving away happily. All the guests now took their seats again after the arrival of the queen and dowager queen. Two bishops now made their way to the entrance with the appearance of the archbishop at the altar. Like clockwork precision things started happening, the organ began piping soft choral music as the guests all settled down to their allocated seats in anticipation, Felipe and Alfonso looking over their shoulders constantly and holding hands, Alfonso briefly made eye contact with the Spanish royal family who nodded in acknowledgment to him. Lady Trasilion and her family sitting on Max's family side to avoid any suspicion over Alden and her daughters involvement. The sovereign guards now began taking up position lining the aisle to the nave and altar. Max remembering his training from the dowager queen waved in acknowledgement to the cheering crowd as the royal car drove slowly on to the plaza taking the long route around then stopping outside. Back at the palace Alex stood with his father, brother and Liam as the horse drawn carriage arrived, with eight Sovereign Guards on horseback, four each side that was protocol and tradition when royalty travelled by carriage on ceremonial and state occasions. Two footmen stood at the rear of the carriage dressed in their full livery. Alex sat facing forward with Liam, the king and crown prince facing them in the opposite seat as the carriage began the slow trek along the drive. This was the only occasion where Liam would get to ride in the carriage and even he never thought this day would happen, but as the prince's protection officer his duty was to ensure he arrived safely. The door was opened by a sovereign guard and Franco exited first then turned and bowed his head slightly to Max holding his hand out to assist Max who stepped out on to the red carpet and a thunderous cheer, Sam and Lawrence followed. Sam took a brief moment to take it all in, completely surreal in his head trying to fathom the whole thing out again. It was so different from when they visited London and did everything discreetly. Lawrence tapped Sam on the shoulder and they climbed the few steps to the door of the cathedral, weirdly Max was desperate to turn and look at the crowd but remembering his rehearsal training he kept his eyes focused forward even with the crowd still cheering loudly. Stepping inside they heard the loud roar of the crowd in the distance that meant only one thing to Max, his prince was on his way. Lawrence stood by his son "Marrying a prince, whatever next" he said having a laugh to himself. Max smiled "Mostly your fault" Max reminded him smiling. "Dam this is quite unreal" Sam said standing besides Max. Max looked ahead "Bring it on!" he said forgetting about his nerves looking inside the cathedral. Sam leaned in kissing him on the cheek "Come on lets get you hitched". They stepped inside and the bishop bowed his head and took up position ahead of Max, the organ now played the Lauda Anima regal melody with his father and brother to his left and right, Franco along with a sovereign guard stood behind. The guests now stood and the procession elegantly moved down the aisle towards the nave and altar. Max tried to remain calm and was so surprised to see his brother quite chilled out at the whole thing, nodding and smiling at people he recognised. Reaching the nave in front of the altar they moved over to the right side where his mother and family were sat. The guests sat down again as the roars from the crowd outside resonated inside the tall ceilings of the cathedral, the carriage turned on to the plaza taking the same long route around and coming to a stop at the red carpet. Liam was out first and Alex stepped out of the carriage taking Liam's hand for assistance then waited for his father and brother to join him. Along with the sovereign guard they walked up the few steps and turned to wave to another loud roar of cheers before stepping inside. Immediately the trumpeters located high in the gallery blasted out the royal fanfare announcing the arrival of the sovereign. The guests all stood and turned to face the aisle in greater anticipation now. The second bishop bowed three times to each member of the royal family then took up position in front of Alex, the king and crown prince at each side of him, Liam and the sovereign guard behind. The choir now began singing Praise My Soul, King of Heaven as the royal procession slowly made its way along the aisle, guests bowed and curtsied as they passed by. Culminating in them taking the left side in front of the queen, dowager queen, princess Marie and the duke. Alex and Max moved to the centre closer together ready to begin the royal act of union that was being broadcasted live and on large screens all around the plaza and boulevard. A deathly silence now fell that gave it a fleeting weird atmosphere before the archbishop began speaking. Prayers were said then the archbishop read out the exhortation to take marriage serious and love each other throughout their time together. The archbishop now turned to Alex addressing him "Do you Prince Alexander Albert son of our gracious monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia take Maximilian Westwood-Lymm to be your lawfully wedded husband, will you promise to love and cherish him in sickness and in health so long as you both shall live, dignify and respect the royal act of union?" he asked. Alex looked Max in the eye "I Prince Alexander Albert take thee Maximilian Westwood-Lymm to be my lawfully wedded husband, I will love and cherish you in sickness and in health so long as we both shall live and by the royal act of union and grace of His Majesty The King of Monrovia" he said as a cheer erupted outside. The archbishop paused as silence resumed he looked at Max "Do you Maximilian Westwood-Lymm take Prince Alexander Albert son of our gracious monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia to be your lawfully wedded husband, will you promise to love and cherish him in sickness and in health, do you pledge to protect and serve His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the sovereign crown so long as you both shall live, dignify and respect the royal act of union?" he asked. Max looked Alex in the eye "I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm take thee Prince Alexander Albert son of your gracious monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia to be my lawfully wedded husband, I will love and cherish you in sickness and in health, I pledge to protect and serve His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the sovereign crown so long as we both shall live and by the royal act of union and grace of His Majesty The King of Monrovia" he said as a louder cheer erupted again outside by the crowd. The archbishop paused for silence "By the grace of the holy mighty" he started saying whilst drawing a cross on each of their foreheads, "Servant to the Monrovian nation and our sovereign, in the sight of these witnesses and the royal act of union do pronounce you as husband and husband". A deafening cheer erupted along with an applause from the outside. The congregation of royals and guests stood and clapped as the cathedral organ started playing for the first hymn to be sung by the choir. The guests began sitting down and watched on as Alex and Max were now accompanied by the archbishop and clergy officials to the anointing room out of public gaze. The king, queen, dowager queen, crown prince and princess Marie followed. This was the part that Max only had a vague idea of what was to happen, he was expecting to be anointed with a special oil now he was officially part of the Alex's world and royal family. Alex stood by his brother as the archbishop appeared with a box. The king pulled out a Sovereign Royal Star of Monrovia and pinned it to the left breast of Max's tunic who looked slightly bewildered as this was not in their rehearsal. The king now stepped back and bowed to Max which had him even more confused and he looked at the star on the kings tunic that was a mirror image of his. Oh shit he thought to himself in a brief moment of realisation at what was about to happen to him. He was feeling sick to his stomach from nerves trying to take his mind off it to calm himself down, looking around he saw the entire royal family and governor premier standing there witnessing this, he had now figured this was no ordinary anointing. In an unrehearsed part the archbishop instructed Max to go down on one knee, he looked over at Alex who smiled and nodded to him wiping his eyes. Max knelt down as the archbishop dipped his finger in the anointing oil ready to draw a cross on his forehead as he now spoke "Almighty and everlasting god, we beseech thee of thy abundant Goodness, pour out the Spirit of thy Grace and Blessing upon this thy Servant a new of Prince Maximillian of Monrovia. That as by the Imposition of our Hands, he is this Day crowned Prince, so he may, by thy Sanctification, continue always thy chosen Servant, through Christ our Lord" he said finishing the cross and stepping back. A Sovereign Guard stepped forward handing the king the Sovereign Sword of Monrovia, another guard stepped forward holding an open box. The king stepped towards Max "By the Spirit of thy Grace and the ancient holy order of monarchy, I bestow to you the full royal title of Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, Duke of Valeoir and Marquess of Montcalm" he said tapping Max on each shoulder then resting the sword on his head then continuing "By the Sovereign Statue in act of union and in presence of these witnesses you are here forth granted full royal status as His Royal Highness" he finished by removing the sword handing it back to the guard. His head was spinning yet he didn't feel scared anymore, he had figured all along something would happen but to be made a prince certainly never crossed his mind. The king now pinned the brooch of the coronation, then the royal coat of arms, the Seal of Monrovia, the Dukedom of Valeoir coat of arms and finally the Dukedom of Montcalm coat of arms on to his sash. Max stepped back and bowed. Alex now stepped forward and joined Max then knelt down as his father tapped him on both shoulders then resting the sword on his head and bestowing him the title of Marquess of Valeoir and pinning the Dukedom of Valeoir on to his sash. The archbishop stepped forward again indicating for Max to kneel again "By the anointing, swearing of the oath and pledges and here in the presence of these witnesses from this day forward thou shalt be known by title and honour as His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian Turon de Vasco, Prince of Monrovia, Duke of Valeoir and Marquess of Montcalm" he now anointed Max again with the oil, "To serve the Sovereign Nation of Monrovia and His Majesty the King of Monrovia. Be treated in kind and privilege befitting a Royal Highness. Almighty and everlasting god, the Sprit of thy Grace and thy Blessing thy Servant of New may stand as His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian of Monrovia" the archbishop signalled for Max to stand which he did, the archbishop now took one step back and bowed fully to Max. Steven now stepped forward and knelt in front of Max as the archbishop spoke again "By representative of the freely elected officials of the government of Monrovia, do you kneel before the anointed Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, and in your capacity do you willingly accept his status?" he asked the governor premier. Steven kept his head bowed "I the Governor Premier of Monrovia, acting on behalf of the freely elected officials of our sovereign nation do willingly accept his rightful place as a Prince of Monrovia". He looked up taking Max's hand and kissing it before standing and taking one step back then bowing. Max looked on like he was experiencing an out of body experience and watching himself as the most surreal part happened when the king again stepped forward. He took Max's hand and kissed it "Your Royal Highness" he said bowing and stepping back. The queen now kissed his hand "Your Royal Highness" she said curtsying and stepping back. Each member followed until Alex kissed his hand "Your Royal Highness" he said bowing. Then just like that it was over and everyone seemed to relax except Max who still looked bewildered, confused and totally gobsmacked realising he was now a prince. The king walked over "Max a word in private please" he said noticing the shocked look on his face. "What have you done?" Max asked when they were alone, "I don't understand why. I am not royal". The king smiled "I never explain my decisions Max" he said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Well try this time" Max urged looking over at Alex, "I mean making me a prince?". "You love my son and he loves you beyond words" the king said smiling. Max looked at his decoration "You are his equal except by blood line" the king added. Max looked at him "Okay, so I get that bit but seriously making me a prince!" he emphasised again. "And a duke and a marquess" the king added, "Importantly government agreed completely" he said. Max looked the king in the eye "Now I have a lot to live up to" he remarked. The king laughed "Yes, now you are a prince" he replied, "The queen and I along with the dowager will help you Max". "Was this her doing?" Max asked finally breaking in to a smile. "No. Anyway my mother loves you already Max and trust me that doesn't happen often" the king said. Max knew he could do nothing now "The people of Monrovia love you both" the king added. Max stood in silence for a moment "The choir are finishing we should go" the king called out. "Thank you your majesty" Max said bowing as they joined the family and Max took Alex's hand. The king smiled and left with the royal family whilst Alex and Max stood waiting for the archbishop to accompany them out of the anointing room at the right time. The one thing Max had remembered from his protocol training with the dowager, blood royals always take precedence above non-blood royals when being presented of attending ceremonial and state occasions. The king and a sovereign guard approached towards Franco who knew his role was to step forward and bow. Silently the king removed the yellow sash and retrieved a gold sash from the box the guard was carrying and placed it over Franco's right shoulder and attached the two dukedom coat of arms, he knew straight away that Max had received his royal title. Artem stood there watching across the aisle at the scene and quickly wiped his eyes getting all emotional realising that Max had been granted royal status but as yet unknown. The archbishop and two bishops nodded and preceded in front of Alex and Max as the trumpeters blasted out the royal fanfare at their exiting the anointing room, he had entered the room as a commoner and now was leaving as a prince. It took a several seconds for them to walk across the altar then turn to face the congregation of guests where they, for the first time saw the two men wearing identical royal regalia. Many of the royal guests and household nodded and smiled knowing that what Max now wore on his tunic and sash meant. The archbishop stood at the head of the altar to complete the act of union. Alex and Max knelt on the red cushions waiting. The archbishop placed his sash on both their heads "By the act of union and the blessing of Holy Orders to this sovereign land, upholding the dignity royal and servitude. Prince Alexander of Monrovia, Prince Maximilian of Monrovia be blessed with health and long life fulfilling their duty to the Monarch and our nation" he finished by stepping back two paces and bowing first to Alex then to Max. It was the first time the crowds outside heard Max being addressed as a prince and it caused a loud cheer and applause to echo inside the cathedral. The peel of bells began to ring out and the organist played the Lauda Anima regal melody as Alex and Max stepped off the cushion and altar, together they walked in front of the king and queen then turning to face them they both bowed. Facing forward again the TV cameras panned in close to pick up the full royal seals adorned on Max's tunic and sash. Strangely Max felt quite calm now this official ceremony was over, right now he had to focus since Alex and he had to walk down the aisle to the waiting carriage. Liam and Franco presented themselves to Alex and Max bowing to Alex and then Max received a full bow from them before they took up their positions behind them along with two sovereign guards. The king and Max's mother took up position behind them followed by two more sovereign guards, then by the queen and Max's father then the dowager queen flanked by Alden and Sam and finally Princess Marie and her husband. Before they reached the doors the press release was issued from the governor premier's office 'Their Majesties the King and Queen on Monrovia along with the Governor Premier are delighted to announce that upon the act of union between His Royal Highness Prince Alexander and Maximilian Westwood-Lymm, His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the archbishop performed the ancient anointing ceremony of Maximilian Westwood-Lymm. They leave the cathedral and start their lives together as Prince Alexander of Monrovia, Duke of Montcalm and Marquess of Valeoir and Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, Duke of Valeoir and Marquess of Montcalm'. The news flashed up on the big screens around the plaza to a eruptions of loud cheering, the bells of the cathedral started ringing out as the two princes stepped through the doors with the crowd going wild. They paused for a moment smiling and waving then the chanting started from the crowd for them to kiss, they did not hesitate and shared their first and very public kiss to a roar of cheers and flag waving. Max was standing there as a prince and the start of a life that was going to be incredibly different from what even he imagined when meeting the sexy guy standing next to him on that beach. The horse drawn carriage, footmen and sovereign guards stood in position waiting for the royal princes.

He fell down on top of me exhausted, his sweat dripping mixing with my cum. He spit out “that’s a good boy” as he thrust his hips deeper and held me forcibly in place. Did he say second load? This just might have been the fuck of my life but I didn’t consent to no condoms, nor one let alone two loads. Before he got off me the terror set in and the prayers started. “God what did I do. Please let me be ok. Let him be negative. Let this be safe.” But I was also aware I needed to be cool, appreciative and thankful. Every Top, and especially every Alpha deserved respect — and a man this ripped and powerful deserved it four times over. As he lay there breathing heavy and sweating from his tight muscled frame I thought “that was amazing” and “I wonder if he’ll fuck me again.” Eventually he got up, grabbed a towel, pulled out and pressed the towel onto my hole. “Want a water?” he said as he turned and struted out of the room. When he quickly returned I was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning up. He threw me a water bottle and said “I’ve got to shower, you’ve got to go” and he kicked my jeans on the floor closer to my feet. His dick leaked a drop of precum as he guzzled his water. In the time he was done with it I was dressed on my knees and milking his dick. No eye contact since he bred me he stood me up, and walked me to the living room. I grabbed my shoes by the door and sat on his couch to tie them. That is when I saw it — in slow motion I noticed on his glass coffee table were three issues of P-O-Z magazine. I froze, my stomach dropped and blood drained from my face. I could hardly think or move. I looked up — and with solid eye contact he said “I’ll need that ass again Saturday.” He turned opened the door wide and said “see ya kid.” Dizzy I took a step into the hall, I tried to look back at him as the door closed and light shut off. I never got his name. As I walked in the dark leaking cum, I wondered “how did I just get a strangers Poz load up my ass?” And “am I going to again on Saturday?”

Was a guy this hot this ripped really using me? Me? For an Alpha like him I should be just average but maybe just for tonight I wasn’t. His dick needed a hole and mine was the one he chose. Alpha’s choice, always. Damn, look what I caught! A muscled Daddy. I knew I’d do anything to please him. Yet fear was present with every stroke. This was not allowed. I’d barely ever taken a raw cock, and only from a boyfriend several years prior. My generation was educated. We knew better. In the 90s no one rode raw (right?) and certainly not me. But here I was I was loving it and could not say no. Time lost. I was lost. Absent. Man using His hole. And by now he was REALLY loosing it. Drilling me. But that meant one thing. Through my haze of pleasure and consciousness one thought continued to rise up “you know better than let him cum I’m you.” Raw for a bit was one thing but I wasn’t nuts. “Uh, Sir? Time for a condom?” I said meekly with a whimper. “There will be plenty of time for that boy, I’m just getting us warmed up”. And with that he flipped me over, pushed my knees back and fell on top of me. His 9” Daddy Dick funding a new access and he got what felt like 2” deeper. His rough face against my lips he started tongue fucking my throat. I could taste my ass on him. His five o’clock shadow tearing my soft skin. He mangled my mouth. This Man knew how to kiss and fuck. He was very experienced which both excited and terrified me. Well used men in the 90s were to be feared not fucked. My type “knew better” but here I was unable to stop a raw assault at 330am. He had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t ever say no. My assault continued as I noticed a ceiling mirror. My furry legs spread wide inviting this lean schredded Dad to raw dog my hole. I fully let go grabbed his ripped v-shaped muscled back I wrapped my legs around him my ankles pressing his hips deeper. His sweat ran off him coating me, my cock my balls, running down between us further sweat lubing my ass. This man was good. As his ass destruction continued, my shock took over a bit. I was being near cock raped bareback by a stranger, and he was old enough to be my father. Had I learned nothing? Between my own moans I was able to whisper into his ear “Sir, um, Sir….. uh….. please….. uh……. please don’t……. uh……… cum in me, uh…… I…… I…… can’t…..” as his assault on took new heights of pounding. He whispered back “too late kid” as he feverishly drove deeper and faster. In moments my ass started convulsing… it was vibrating and tightening around his dick. Hot waves of energy rushed up and down me my ass became something it had never been before. My pleasure was unreal, separate from his cock beating. With my ass tensing my cock leaked like a faucet but without an orgasm. My balls released the pleasure was all in my ass chute. Dad said suddenly “that’s it kid, a fuckin ass orgasm on your — FATHERS — COCK — HERE — COMES — MY — SECOND — LOAD ! ! ! !“ And he lost it, arching his back, jerking up onto his heels he pulled me with him and started POUNDING and SCREAMING with EVERY THRUST. “TAKE MY LOAD SON ! ! !” He yelled as he jerked and trembled and gasped.

I’m a smooth 22 year old twink. I’d always been a safe sex boy but the weather was exceptionally hot – up to 40 – and I was super horny! There is an old guy who lives in my apartment block who I could see from the apps was in the poz tribe. He always hits me up and even though his pics show he has a massive cock – yeh he keeps sending me dic pics – I wasn’t going to meet him because I didn’t want raw and I don’t want poz. Today in the heat I was horny as anything and NEEDING cock in me. I got a boner watching raw porn and started imaging guys shooting their loads into me. I changed my profile to say – “cumslut – door open – taking all loads – dm for address”. Wow I couldn’t believe what I was typing. I lubed my hole up, unlocked the door, leaving it ajar and went to lie on my bed. My phone was already buzzing. I started replying to messages, giving out the photos people were asking for. Suddenly I heard my door squeak as it opened fully and someone walk along the hall. Who could that be? I hadn’t given out my address. Then the old poz dude walked into my bedroom in just his shorts. I already had a semi from messaging the guys but when I turned and saw who it was my cock sprang to full rock solid hardness. I couldn’t believe it – was I about to be pozzed, did I want it? Instinctively I got down on my knees and started sucking. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I sniffed some deep sniffs. The horniness took over and I started to such his cock balls deep greedily. Then he pushed me away gently and gave me the bottle again. I sniffed more. I kissed him and said “the heat has got me, ride me raw, I’m ready to risk that massive poz snake in me raw”. He said “good boy” and began to slide his massive cock into my pre-lubed hole. I told him I was ready to become the dumb twink I always longed to be. My hole felt completely full in a way I had never experienced before. I begged him to breed me and to make he his. He pounded harder saying “sure will boy, my toxins will go in you, making you mine, converting you totally”. After about 10 mins of hard fucking he growled and said “yes lad, pozzing you now, no escaping the poz cum is in you now”. I shot the biggest load ever at that and hugged him. Then he said “gotta go, done my job here” then put his shorts on and walked out.

Since Smallpox and MPX are both orthopoxviruses and the vaccines were/are actually general vaccines against orthopoxviruses - then yes, the current vaccine will act as a booster for any vaccines you got as a kid. Smallpox was wiped out because there was enough herd immunity. But I'm not aware of any studies that say how much immunity a particular person has if they only got 1 or 2 shots 50 years ago. It's an unknown. And when a medical provider asks if you got "it" as a kid - that's the wrong way to put it when "it" wasn't a single thing - it was 4 shots - and it's wrong to assume 1 shot is as effective as 4 shots 50 years later. The problem is lack of data. Smallpox isn't around anymore, and Monkeypox has only affected relatively small numbers of people in countries that the rest of the world doesn't pay attention to. If we had data we'd know what to do right now, but we don't have the data since no one studied it properly in Africa. Which makes the point that it pays to deal with other people's problems. If the world had dealt with MPX when it was "just an African problem" then it wouldn't be a problem now. And if the world doesn't deal with it when it's "just a gay problem" then they'll have to deal with it when it gets into the general population (via school kids or prisons, or whatever)…

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

PART II Adam walked into the house behind Matt and entered a slightly messy living room with two guys sitting on chairs playing a video game. They both looked up and laughed. “Fuck Matty, another fag? Is there ever a day when you’re NOT picking up some hot piece of ass on the beach?” All three of them laughed and Adam blushed. The guy thought he was hot. “I can’t help it, Ben, they just can’t resist my good looks and big fat cock. You know how fags are.” Ben laughed and the other guy chimed in “well, we’re both off work today, do we get to use this one, too? Or is his cunt reserved?” Matty looked at Adam and said “you’re gonna service my buddies. I’ll get you even more fucked up.\” Adam just stood there in the middle of the living room, completely naked. He felt like his cock SHOULD be hard, but it just wasn’t cooperating. He couldn’t stop himself from touching it, though, and also from idly playing with his nipples. “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to. I’ve never been this horny before.” Ben laughed and said “oh we’ve already gotten the little bitch high, have we? Sounds like you have a whole day of fun planned. Now I’m REALLY happy Josh and I are both off today.” Adam couldn’t believe all of this was happening to him. He was insanely attracted to all three of them. Josh and Ben were both in their early 20s like Matt, Ben was tall and lean, with a dark mop of curly hair, but didn’t have much hair on his body. Josh was shorter, like Adam, and bore a strong resemblance to Matt, sharing the blonde hair all over his body. Adam hesitated before asking “are you guys related?” Josh stood up and walked over to Matt. He put his arm around Matt’s waist and leaned up to kiss him. “We sure are. One gay brother, one bi brother. We’ve been messing around since we were kids. Matt got the height and a nice cock, I’m short as fuck, but I have a huge ass and an even bigger cock. You wanna see?” Josh stuck his hand down his shorts, played with his cock and gave Adam a wicked grin. “Um. FUCK yeah. I DO! I really want you all to fuck me.” Adam stopped himself, not believing that he had actually said the words out loud. He blushed again. All three of the other guys laughed and Ben went over to close the curtains. Didn’t need to put on a show for the whole neighborhood. Josh pulled his shorts down and walked over to Adam revealing a sexy yellow jockstrap that was heavily filled out with cock. “Come on, dude. Let’s get this fucking show on the road.” Ben paused the video game and turned the TV to some bareback porn. Josh sat back down in the chair, pulling Adam behind him. “You want my cock, fag? Come on. Let’s give it to you.” And with that, Josh pulled the pouch of his jockstrap aside and his huge cock fell out. It looked even bigger because the man it was attached to was only 5’6” tall. Adam’s eyes, pupils already dilated from the T, got even bigger and he immediately fell to his knees. “Can I suck your dick? Please?” Josh laughed and looked up at Matt. “Bro, where did you find this one? He’s cute as fuck and hungry!” Matt laughed, pulling his pipe and some other items out of the zippered pouch he brought in from the van. “I know right? They’re always staring at me when I change out of my wet suit at the beach. Sometimes you just gotta fuck em?” We can play video games anytime. How often can we gang bang a hot little piece of ass?” Josh looked down at Adam and slapped the boy lightly across the face. “What the fuck are you waiting for, fag? Suck my fucking cock.” Adam grinned and immediately impaled his mouth of Josh’s huge uncut cock. Adam was glad he’d had practice from Matt’s cock so his mouth was opened up, the drugs were also helping, but Adam just wanted cock. His entire brain was focused on it. Ben stood up, shucking his clothes and walked over to where Adam was sucking his boyfriend’s cock, slowing stroking his dick. Adam sucked Josh’s cock for a couple minutes completely lost in pleasuring the cock that was giving him so much deep pleasure. Eventually Ben grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him off Josh’s cock with a little moan from Adam and shoved his own 9” fat, cut cock all the way down Adam’s throat. He let the fag get used to his cock, and then started fucking his face hard with little mercy. Josh was making out with Ben, playing with his tits while Matt was busy prepping points for all four of them. He planned on using Adam for a couple of days. “Lighten up, Ben, we’ve got all day and I plan on getting us all FUCKED UP.” Ben laughed and pulled Adam off his cock, telling him “don’t worry fag, you’ll get more of that later. But first, let’s blast off.” He grabbed two of the points from Matt and pulled Adam over to the sofa. He quickly tied Adam’s arm off and told him to hold still. “You don’t want to move or you’ll hurt yourself.” He found a vein quickly and dispatched the liquid into Adam’s arm, pulled off the tourniquet quickly and watching Adam’s head explode. Adam began to cough and started grabbing at his tits and cock (which had shriveled and grown smaller) while he watched the other guys slam their T. Ben quickly did himself, while Matt did himself and then Josh. All three of them started to cough and Ben quickly grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him in to a deep kiss. “Get the fuck down the hall on our bed, faggot. Last door on the right.” He slapped Adam’s cheek hard and then his ass, sending the boy scurrying down the hallway, with all three boys following closely. When they got to the end of the hall, Adam was on the bed, with his ass high in the air, plug still in place. “Please, somebody fuck me! I need cock in my hole!” Matt shoved Josh onto the bed and fell on top of him, making out as they’d been doing for 10 years. Ben grabbed the buttplug out of Adam’s ass and quickly pulled it out, eliciting a moan from the fag. His hole was nicely open, gaping slightly. Ben stuck two of his fingers inside, again making him moan loudly and start begging for Ben’s cock. “You are one hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” All four of them laughed and Adam said “you have no idea. I’ve never been this hungry before. I wonder how many loads I can take? Should we find out?” The guys all laughed again and Ben slid his dick all the way into Adam’s hole with one shove, making the fag moan deeply for a long time. Matt rolled his brother onto his back and Josh grabbed his knees and rolled onto his back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. “Come on, big brother. Give me that fat fucking cock. You know how much I love it.” Matt laughed again, spit in his palm and quickly slid his dick into his brother’s hole. Once he bottomed out, he could tell that it was already loaded up. Matt smirked at Josh and said “Damn, you fucking filthy whore. Who’s load is that, baby brother?” Josh smiled while his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his brother hit his prostate. “There’s three. One of them is Ben’s and the others are two randos we met on Grindr earlier. I was horny and feeling slutty,” he said. Matt smiled and said “so it was a day that ended in Y. You’re always a horny little slut.” Josh laughed and moaned loudly again as Matt’s fat cock pummeled his hole. He loved his boyfriend, but secretly he loved his brother’s cock even more. Josh leaned over and started making out with Adam, both short furry pigs getting their cunts nailed, while Matt and Ben started kissing each other while pounding the two fag bottoms. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Part 4: Dominic takes Will “Take of your pants.” He said. I backed away and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes. With my pants to the side, I ran my fingers along the waistband of my boxers, hesitating for a moment. I watched as Dominic removed his pants, revealing a jockstrap underneath. We stood almost naked taking each other in. I slipped of my boxers, revealing my cock and balls. Dominic smiled. “How big are you?” he asked. “I’m six foot,” I said. “No,” he said. “How big is your dick?” “I don’t know.” Dominic turned and moved to his desk, opening a drawer and taking out a tape measurer. “Get hard,” he said, walking to me. I reached down and started jerking my cock, though seeing Dominic in his jockstrap was doing enough on its own. With him standing so close to me, I could feel his warmth. It was intoxicating. “There,” I said, pushing out my pelvis for him to see. He kneeled down, holding the measuring tape out along my shaft. “Eight inches,” he said. “Big boy.” “Is that good?” He smiled up at me. “That’s perfect. Just think, this cock was almost wasted on an ungrateful woman. Good thing I got to you first. Still, it also means that I’m still king.” He removed his jockstrap, revealing a semi-erect cock that took my breath away. “Ten inches and thick.” “I don’t think I can take that,” I told him. Feeling once again worried about my choice. “Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me again. “We’ll go slow… at first. Here, wear this.” He handed me his jockstrap. I looked inside and found some stains. I assumed they were cum and piss stains. Normally, I would recoil, but now, taking it from Dominic, I wanted nothing more than to wear it. As I lifted a leg, he reached out and stopped me. “Smell it first,” he said. Slowly, I raised it to my nose and breathed in, my head spinning from the smell of sweat, piss, and cum. I wanted more. I breathed in deeper, pressing the fabric to my face. My tongue slipped out and ran along the fabric, tasting him. “What do you think?” he asked. All I could do was moan. “Put it on.” I hated that I wasn’t going to smell or taste him, but he wanted me to do what he said. I slipped it on, finding the pouch a bit larger than needed. He really was a big guy. Now with his jockstrap off, I could see the tattoo his towel had been hiding. It was a biohazard symbol, the type you see near fallout shelters. It meant to stay away. For me, I wanted to get closer. “Kneel down,” Dominic said. I did as I was told. He stepped closer, his cock in my face, hard as a rock. “Taste it,” he said. I opened my mouth and took in his mushroom head. I’d never tasted someone else. Not like this. Already my jaw was straining to take him in. On my tongue I could taste his precum. It was sweet. “That’s it, baby,” he said, running his hand through my hair, holding on to the back of my head. “Take in a bit more.” He pushed his cock further into my mouth, invading my throat. I started gagging. “Don’t worry,” Dominic said. “You’ll learn to fight that. You’ll have to. How’s it taste?” His cock fell out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin. “It tastes amazing.” He slipped his cock back into my mouth, his hand guiding me further down. I gagged again. There was no way I could take him all. I wanted to, but I knew my limits. I bobbed on his cock, trying to keep my teeth away. I knew little about blowjobs, but I knew you weren’t supposed to use your teeth. I looked up and saw Dominic’s head tilted back. “Is it alright?” I asked him. He looked down at me, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a natural,” he said. “We’ll have my whole cock down your throat in no time.” “How?” “Practice,” he said. My cock was throbbing against Dominic’s jockstrap. I reached down and started rubbing, moaning with pleasure. “A born cocksucker,” Dominic said, watching as I pleasured myself, trying to shove more of his cock into my throat. I was halfway. “Time for something new. Get on the bed.” I stood up and followed him to the bed, crawling to the middle. He went to his desk again and pulled out a tube and small vial. “These will make everything easier,” he said, turning to the bed and climbing up next to me. “Spread your legs. Let me see your hole.” I did as I was told. Several men had seen me naked at the gym when I went in to shower. That experience wasn’t new. Having someone else see my butthole was a new experience. I had yet to have a prostate exam, and other than the fooling around I had done days before, it had been an area unexplored. Dominic looked down and then at me. “You’ll need to open wide for me,” he said. “Pull your knees up to your chest. Show me.” I pulled my knees up to my chest, stretching in ways I’d never done before. “Beautiful,” he said, reaching down and running his hand over my hole. I flinched. “Sensitive,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” He slipped off the bed and leaned down, bringing his face to my hole. “You’ll enjoy this.” My body seized and I gasped. I looked down and saw only the top of his head as his mouth was open around my hole. I could feel his tongue licking. Is this sanitary, I wondered? Do I care? I’d never felt anything like it. My body shuddered, his tongue probing even deeper. I could feel him enter me. I looked down again and saw his eyes watching me. The same ferocity was in his eyes. He was eating me, devouring me. After minutes of this passion, he moved back and took a deep breath in through his nose. “You smell good,” he said, licking his lips. “You taste even better.” “Really?” He smiled. “It’s time to open you up,” he said. “Here, open his bottle. Close your one nostril and breathe in deep. Try to hold as long as you can.” “What is it?” I asked him. “It’s called a popper.” “Is it a drug?” I asked him. “I don’t do drugs.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s an aid. It’ll help you open up.” I nodded and unscrewed the lid. I held it to my nose, held one nostril closed, and breathed in deep. I almost dropped the bottle as my head continued to spin. I felt light, a warmth rushing through me. At the same moment, I felt something push against my hole, forcing itself inside. I looked down and saw Dominic’s hand out of sight. His eyes met mine. “One finger in,” he said, starting to move in and out. He took the bottle and squirted something on his hand. “Take another hit, and we’ll try for two.” I did as I was told. “Good boy. How about three?” I was in another world. I took two more hits. “Four.” Another two hits. He smiles at me. “That’s five, baby.” His hand pumped in and out of me, my hole open. “Looks like you cut yourself,” he says. “What happened there?” “My finger,” I told him. “It… slipped.” “Sure it did,” he said. “It might open up a bit. That’s not abnormal. Trust me. Sometimes there’s blood.” “Blood?” “Don’t worry,” he says. “Don’t you trust me?” My breath caught. “Of course.” “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Wait,” I said, arresting his attention. “Do you… I mean… do you have a condom?” His face falls. “I don’t use condoms,” he says. “But, don’t you have to?” “If you’re afraid of knocking a woman up, sure,” he said. “But between men, never. There’s nothing like feeling skin against skin. That’s where the true connection exists, feeling your partner’s body, their most sensitive points and places. That’s what it’s about.” “I’m just, I’m not sure,” I told him, my legs dropping from my chest. “I don’t fuck with condoms,” he told me. “I can’t stay hard with one on. Real men don’t use condoms. If you don’t agree, you can leave. That’s up to you.” I saw him leave the bed, standing at full height, his cock curving up, fully hard. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as the man in front of me. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything. I thought of my dream and how much I had wanted it to be real. Now it was. Why would I lose this chance willingly? I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees back to my chest. He smiled. “Alright then,” he said. “Time to take your virginity.” Dominic crawled onto the bed and returned his hand to my hole, massaging it. “I’ll go slow at first,” he said, “but once I’m in, I won’t be able to stop. Understand?” I nodded. “Then here we go.” He lined up his cock to my hole. “Take another hit,” he said, nodding to the vial. As I breathed deep, I felt what must have been his entire hand pressing against my hole. “Almost in,” he said, smirking. There was a searing pain, my body willing me to move away from this unexpected intruder. “Don’t back away,” he said as if he could read my mind. “There,” he said. “The heads in.” “Just the head?” I asked. He laughed. “Let’s keep going.” The pain increased as he pushed more in. “Keep breathing,” he told me. My hands were shaking, losing the hold of my legs. Dominic grabbed my ankles and held them steady, spreading my cheeks even more. His eyes closed as he continued to surge forward. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so tight. It’s been years since I had a virgin ass to myself. Tell me, baby. Tell me your ass is mine.” “My ass is yours,” I whimpered, still trying to push through the pain. I felt like I was being torn in half. My heart was pounding. How much more of this man existed that was still outside of me? “Almost there,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “Just a bit more.” For a brief moment, I thought I was going to die. A ten-inch cock was entering my body. How was anyone able to handle anything so big? I thought of my own cock, knowing it was only two inches shorter. Would someone feel this way if I fucked them, I wondered? A new sensation met me as I felt hair press against my ass. I looked down and saw Dominic’s pelvis pressed against me, his pubic hair mixing with the hairs on my balls. “You did it,” he said, smiling. “All ten inches. You’re not a virgin anymore.” I’m no longer a virgin, I thought. There’s no going back now. “I’m going to wait and let your ass grow accustomed to my size,” Dominic said. “Alright,” I said. “Daddy,” he said. “What?” “Call me Daddy,” Dominic said. “Say it. Call me Daddy, Son.” “Daddy,” I repeated, the word hanging in the air. Dominic smiled. “What do you want your Daddy to do, Son?” “I want you to fuck me,” I said. He raised a brow. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I corrected. He slid out of my ass and then slowly pushed himself back in, causing me to wince. “Who does your ass belong to?” “You, Daddy.” He pulled out again, pushing back in, this time with more force. “Who does your body belong to?” “You, Daddy.” Out and in. “Who does your soul belong to?” “You, Daddy.” “And who will you listen to and do whatever he tells you to do?” “You, Daddy.” “Who’s your master?” “You, Daddy.” “Who do you want to convert you?” “You, Daddy.” “That’s fucking right,” he growled, his pace quickening. I could feel his cock all the way up in my chest, reaching for my heart. With every thrust, he hit a spot in my body that I’d never felt before, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You feel that, Son? That’s your prostate I’m hitting. Only the biggest dicks can make you feel that way, obliterating the spot that makes men quake.” My hand was down to my crotch, reaching beneath the jockstrap, grabbing my cock and balls. I was the hardest I’d ever been. Precum was oozing out of my piss slit, collecting in my pubic hair in puddles. “Let me see that cock,” Dominic said. I pushed the jock’s pouch down beneath my balls, my cock springing to life. A drop of precum flew through the air and stuck to his treasure trail. Without missing a beat, he left go of my ankle and collected the precum on his finger, bringing it to his mouth. He moaned. “You taste so sweet,” he said. “So pure. So clean. Let’s see if we can change that.” His pace quickened, the bed shaking beneath us. He started grunting as I moaned, my body unable to contain the waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I took hold of my cock again and started pumping, stopping as Dominic’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Don’t jerk off,” he said. “I want to see you cum hands free.” “Can I do that?” I asked. “Only when a big cock is inside you,” he said. “You’ll see.” He pounded harder. His breathing started to quicken. “I’ve got a huge load for you,” he said. “I can feel it boiling in my balls. Tell me where you want it, Son? You don’t want me to waste it on your stomach, do you?” “No, Daddy,” I said. “You only want it in your ass, right?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Tell me that’s where you want it.” “I want your cum in my ass, Daddy.” “You want me to convert you?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to knock you up?” “Yes, Daddy.” “You want me to make you mine forever?” “Yes, Daddy. Make me yours forever. Cum in my ass.” “You’ve got it,” he growled, pushing as far into my ass as he could, his head thrown back as he cried out. “Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming in your ass, Son. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Daddy. I can feel it.” I could feel his cock throbbing, a warmth spreading inside of me. At that very second, my own cock came to life, shooting ropes of cum into the air, splattering down on my face, chest, and stomach. Taken over by the pleasure, I scooped up my cum and started shoveling it into my mouth, relishing the taste of my first hands free cum. “I’m still cumming,” Dominic cried, looking down at his cock. His body was shaking with each pulse. “Fuck. It’s like it won’t stop.” “Don’t stop, Daddy,” I said, still bringing my cum to my mouth.

The Michigan Supreme Court has ruled that discrimination against LGBT+ folks is sex discrimination under Michigan's anti-discrimination law! https://apple.news/A0qJZ3nK1QxyakO7ITaJGVA

Hypothesizing… All the sex parties shut down (voluntarily). Guys know friend (or friends of friends) who got it and are going through long painful illnesses. Guys are seeing OF/JFF models describe what they're going through and urging them to get vaccinated. More guys are getting vaccinated. Most guys are just cutting back on sex generally. The guys who aren't cutting back are getting it and in too much pain to have sex. The other (less optimistic) reason might be that the 9.4% represented a getting through a backlog of tests (it was around the time additional labs were allowed to do the test). If that's the case then the percentage that week might be artificially high and it may not actually be going down.

Do you have reputable statistics to support that claim? Because, I have statistics that prove just the opposite. The CDC estimates that the death rate from abortions between 2013 and 2018 was 0.41 per 100,000 abortions. Compare this to the risk from pregnancy, where the maternal death rate was 23.8 per 1000,000 live births in 2020. It is far riskier to be pregnant than to obtain an abortion. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.colorado.edu/today/2021/09/08/study-banning-abortion-would-boost-maternal-mortality-double-digits But, basically, it doesn't matter what you or I think. We're not the ones who are pregnant. The decision to have an abortion should be between the woman and her doctor. Period.

Birthday Surprise (Part 2) Ginger; “Holy fuck man. You sure know how to give a blow job.” Me; “I’ve got a few years experience.” “Shit! I can’t believe you are 66.” “66 going on 25 when it comes to my sex life” “Fuckin A man. But it feels like I got the present not you.” His cock seemed semi hard so I latched back on with my mouth. It began to harden instantly. I pulled off and asked cautiously; “How soon could you go again?” “I sometimes cum four times in a row. I’m ready to go now if you want another.” I responded a bit bolder; “I’d love to see you out of those clothes.” “Sure man.” And he stripped revealing a beautifully muscled body with a light blush of reddish blond hair. “Fuck young man. You are beautiful.” “Thanks. But it’s your birthday and I keep getting the presents.” “I have a solution.” “What’s that?” “You could fuck me. An old man’s birthday fuck from a straight dude.” “Fuck, no way man. I’m straight. I don’t do dudes.” “Ok, then I’ll blow you again.” “Damn. That’s not fair to you.” He checked the bay to see there was no one else out. “Fuck, when will I get this chance again? Bend over that seat, let me see your hole.” I wasted no time and to my surprise his mouth was instantly on my hole. He was filling my ass with spit. I swear he even stuck his tongue in a few times. When he pulled off he checked a compartment in the dash. “Shit old man, I don’t have any condoms.” “All the better birthday present for me.” “Shit man, are you kidding? You’ll take my cock raw?” “Prefer it that way.” “Again, I get the present!” he exclaimed and his raw cock was teasing my hole. “Are you sure pops?” “Oh yeah!” I kept breathing deeply and he eased inside. I was amazed to feel this straight young stud’s raw cock working into me. “Fuck pops, you’re taking this like a pro.” “I told you I’m not a virgin.” I laughed. He started gently fucking me. Long slow, deep strokes. I enjoyed these for some time before I encouraged. “I may be old, but you can treat me rougher than this.” His pace and strength picked up but was still a bit lack luster. “Harder” “Really” “Fuck me son!” “You asked for it daddy!” and he started pounding away. The slapping sound was intoxicating. “I’m getting ready to pull out and shoot. You want it on your back or down your throat again?” “Breed me kid. Don’t pull out. Shoot inside.” “Are you fucking crazy? Argh …. Fuuucckk … breeding you old man. Happy Birthday.” He shot deep in my ass and then collapsed on my back until he caught his breath. “Fuck man. That was awesome. I’ve never been able to shoot in someone before. Biggest orgasm of my life.” “Thank you son.” Again, I’m getting the gift. How can we make this right?” “Well, I could fuck you young man. You could give me your virgin cherry hole.” “You are fuckin crazy you old [banned word]!”

It’s funny how goal posts shift. A few weeks ago, before the vaccine became available, most of us were only too happy to have a vaccine which wouldn’t prevent us catching the virus, but which would protect us from severe disease. By all accounts, one shot of the current vaccine is enough to provide that level protection. But now it seems like everyone is pursuing maximum protection from catching the disease at all. I’ll take the risk of catching a mild version of it now that I’ve had that first shot. My generation has lived so much of its life in fear of disease- first HIV, then COVID, now monkeypox- and time’s running out for some us.

Part 3: What Will Wants I checked the text message from Dominic to the apartment building I was parked outside of. It was a match. It was a nice building, proving that Dominic’s business must have been doing well if it allowed him to afford a place here. I rung his apartment number, waiting for a response. “Hello?” came a voice. “Hi,” I said, sounding like a kid trying to sell cookies. “It’s Pasto… I mean, It’s Will Ryder.” “Hey, Will. Right on time. I’ll buzz you up.” As I entered the elevator, I found myself feeling nervous. Was it my dream returning to mind? Was it the thought of beling alone with this man, this stranger? I tried to shake off my nerves. I knocked on Dominic’s door and waited, stepping back as it opened, and a nearly naked Dominic stood in front of me. His chest was bare with only a towel covering his lower half. I could now see all his tattoos and his hairy chest. I flashed back to the dream I had had, seeing him on top of me, feeling him inside of me, and I could instantly feel my cock starting to grow. “Sorry,” he said, smiling. “I just got out of the shower when I buzzed you up. I haven’t been able to get dressed yet.” “That’s no problem,” I said, trying to collect myself. “I go to the gym. It’s not like anything I haven’t already seen.” “Glad to hear it,” he said, stepping aside and welcoming me in. “I’m about to start the steaks. There’s beer in the fridge. If you’d like some wine, I have some in the chiller beneath.” “I don’t drink,” I told him. “Really? Not at all?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s always water.” He told me, but I almost missed it as my eyes wandered down to his treasure trail where a tattoo was just hidden by his towel. “Is water okay?” he asked. “Yeah,” I told him. “Thanks.” “I’ll go and change and be right back,” he said, disappearing down a hall. I wandered around his apartment, noticing drawings on the walls of what I assumed were tattoo ideas. They were detailed and showed a lot of skill. “Do you like them?” Dominic asked, entering back into the apartment fully clothed. “They’re great,” I told him. “You’re really talented.” “Thanks. Do you have any tattoos?” I shook my head. “I almost did when I was in college, but I chickened out.” “Not a fan of needles?” “I just wasn’t sure about doing something that would be so permanent,” I told him. “Plus, what would I get that I know I’d want for the rest of my life?” “There’s always something,” he said. “You just haven’t found it yet.” I turned to him and found him smiling at me. He tilted his head and looked me over, waiting several seconds before saying, “I’ll get the steaks going. How you like your meat cooked?” “Well done.” I told him. He snickered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said. “I’m just on the opposite end. I like it raw.” “Not too raw,” I told him. “That’s unhealthy.” “A bit,” he said, opening the fridge where he removed a packet of steaks and a bottle of beer. “It’s still better.” I’d never had a better steak in my life. We sat at his table talking, comparing our time at college. “I left after freshman year,” Dominic said. “School just wasn’t for me.” “College isn’t for everyone,” I told him. “Did you always want to be a pastor?” he asked. I waited a few seconds before saying, “Yeah. I did.” “That didn’t sound convincing,” I shrugged. “My dad is a pastor, so I always knew what I was going to do.” “But did you really want to be a pastor?” “I… I don’t know. I think so. I mean, I don’t have anything else I’m good at.” “I’m sure that’s not true,” he said. “Maybe there’s something you’re good at that you haven’t tried yet.” “Like what?” I asked. He took a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle. “I’m going to get another one. Are you sure you don’t want one?” “I’ve never had a beer,” I told him. “Well, now’s the time,” he said, taking out two beers. He took them to the counter and opened them. “Do you want a glass or just from the bottle?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “Whatever you think, I guess.” He came back with two bottles and handed me one. I smelled it and cringed. “It’s like vinegar.” “You get used to the taste,” he said. I took a sip and cringed. “That’s really strong.” Dominic smiled. “Keep going. You’ll grow to like it.” I took another sip, finding it easier to drink but still bitter. “Are you dating anyone?” Dominic asked, taking another sip of his beer. I shook my head. “Not since college.” “Why not?” I took another drink of the beer, finding the taste growing on me. “It ended so badly that I didn’t want to get hurt again.” “That’s reasonable,” Dominic said. “What happened?” “She cheated on me,” I said. Dominic whistled. “That’s how it goes, isn’t it? They’re fucking someone else while they’re fucking you.” “Not exactly,” I said, drinking more beer. “What do you mean?” “We never…” I said, trailing off. “Never?” Dominic said. “Have you… have you ever fucked someone?” I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “How has someone that looks like you not fucked anyone?” “I’m waiting until marriage,” I told him. Dominic started laughing. “Are people still doing that?” “I want my first time to be with someone that I love,” I told him. “It’s special.” “Sex is sex,” he said. “It only carries weight if you want it to. I fucked a guy last night, and it didn’t mean anything.” I stopped drinking the beer, nearing the bottom. “You’re gay?” “I thought you knew that.” I shook my head. “Does it matter?” “No,” I said, feeling slightly uncomfortable having walked in on him as he stood in a towel. Now we were having dinner together. “Did you think this was a date?” I asked him. “No,” he said. He waited a moment before asking, “would it be awful if I had?” “I’m not gay,” I told him. “Not even bi?” “No,” I told him. “I’m straight.” “You could have fooled me,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. I was starting to feel the beer as my head swam. “I saw the way you looked at me when I opened the door.” “You were in a towel,” I reminded him. “You surprised me, that’s all.” “And all the other times you looked me over?” he asked. I sat quietly, looking down at my beer. How did he know? I’d never had a gay thought about anyone before, and the first time I do, he somehow knows about it? “I’m not judging you,” Dominic said. “I’m flattered. A hot guy like you staring at me is an honor.” “You think I’m hot?” Dominic nodded. “If it wasn’t for the whole, waiting until you’re married thing, I’d try to have you right here, right now. But, like you said, you’re not gay.” I sat quietly, thinking about my dream and everything Dominic had said about me. I’d never wondered if I was gay before. It never occurred to me that I could be. Not until I saw Dominic did I start to have these feelings, feelings I wasn’t able to understand fully. Maybe Dominic understood more than I knew. Maybe he could understand what I was feeling and why. My head swam as I tried to figure things out. I finished my beer. “How would I know?” I asked. “How would you know what?” “If I was gay,” I told him. “How would I know?” “It’s not that complicated,” he told me. “Have you ever thought about a guy in a sexual way? That’s a basic clue.” I stared at him for several moments until nodding. “Really?” he said. “Who?” I tried to take another drink of my beer, remembering that it was finished. “You,” I finally said. “Me?” Dominic said, the word hanging between us. “You thought about me?” “I had a dream,” I told him. “When was this?” “A week ago,” I said. “Tonight.” He smiled. “And what were we doing?” he asked, standing up and taking my empty bottle. He went to the fridge and grabbed more. “Do I really have to say it?” I asked him. “You know it was sexual.” “There’s a ton of things we could have been doing,” he said, handing me a bottle. “For my own gratification, I want to narrow it down.” “I shouldn’t be talking about this,” I told him. “This is wrong.” “And yet,” he said, nodding down to my crotch. I looked down and could see my pants starting to tent. I moved to cover myself, but I knew it was too late. Just thinking about telling him was making me hard. I could feel my heart starting to race, my skin feeling flushed. It was getting hot in the apartment. “We were having sex,” I told him. “What kind?” “I don’t know.” “You’ve got to have seen some porn,” he said. “Come on. What position were we in?” I racked my brain for the name. “Missionary.” “Missionary for the pastor,” Dominic said. “That’s fitting. Who was on top?” “What?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he said. “Who had a dick in their ass? Me or you?” I drank more of my beer, feeling hotter every second. “I did.” Dominic smiled. “You dreamt of me fucking you,” he said. “The day we met. You dreamt of me fucking your hole.” “Can you please stop saying that?” “How did it feel?” he asked. “It didn’t actually happen,” I reminded him. “But how do you remember thinking it felt? Did you think it felt good? Did you like it?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I woke up before anything really happened.” His smile faded a bit. “What happened? Why did you wake up?” “I had a wet dream,” I said. “Sounds like your subconscious is trying to tell you something,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Sounds like, even on our first day of meeting, you knew you wanted me. That’s hot. You’re a man who knows what he wants.” “I don’t, though,” I stressed. “I don’t know what I want.” “Your dick says otherwise.” “It doesn’t mean anything,” I told him. “But it could,” he said. He came around the table and stood in front of me. With his crotch nearly eye level, I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Without realizing, I licked my lips. “I know how to know for sure whether or not you’re gay.” “And how’s that?” I asked. I must have been fuming as my body continued to feel as if I was overheating. “Kiss me,” he said. “What?” “Kiss me,” he repeated. “Kiss me, and if you don’t feel something, you can go home right now and forget all about me. I won’t see you again. I promise. But, if you do feel something, you have to see where it takes you. Deal?” My anger was rising, leading to a hasty decision. Whatever reasoning I normally had was gone. I stood up and faced him, Dominic puffing out his chest slightly. He wrapped a hand around me, pressing his palm to the small of my back. He pushed me toward him, his other hand reaching up to my face, feeling my stubble. Our eyes met, and all my anger subsided. He brought my face toward his, his mouth opening to receive mine. My eyes closed slightly, but my other senses were heightened as I felt his tongue enter my mouth, tasting me and me him. Our bodies were pressed against each other, our growing bulges rubbing. As we kissed, my dream was awoken, playing again in my mind. Now I could feel him against me for real. I could smell his skin. It was intoxicating. He leaned back and looked me in the eye. “So?” he said. “What did you think?” Without hesitation, I reached out and grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. I wanted to explore every part of him. I needed him closer to me. I needed him to bridge whatever gap existed between us. I needed him… inside me. “Fuck me,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “What did you say?” Dominic asked. “I said, fuck me,” I told him. “But we aren’t married,” he joked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I stopped and thought about it, really considering what it was that I was asking him. A week ago, I would have thought I was crazy saying that I wanted this man, a near stranger, to fuck me. Now, it’s all I wanted. “Yes,” I told him. “I want you to fuck me.” Dominic smiled. “Alright,” he said. “But, if we do this, you have to listen to everything I say. Do you understand. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it. No matter what it is. That’s the deal. If you want me to fuck you, I’m in charge. Understand?” “I…” I started, finding a moment of uncertainty. “If you want this, there’s no going back,” he said. “You have to be sure.” I shook my head, a rush filling my mind. “Will,” Dominic said. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” I told him, wanting my clothes off that instant. “Then follow me,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me away from the table and down the hall. We passed a door on the right which was closed and then stopped at the room at the end where I could see his unmade bed. He led me inside and turned to me. “Last chance to leave,” he said. I shook my head and started to unbutton my shirt. Dominic smiled and then did the same, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hairy chest and sexy tattoos. With my shirt off, Dominic reached out and pulled me close to him, running his hands through my chest hair and pinching my nipples. I gasped, never feeling something this erotic in my entire life. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “I’ve just never…” “I keep forgetting you’re a virgin,” he said, smiling. He kissed my neck and then moved down to my chest, stopping at my nipple which he bit. “What are you—” “I said you need to do what I want you to do,” Dominic said. “This is a part of that. We’re going to do things tonight that will push you, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. By tomorrow morning, you’ll be converted. Is that what you want?” I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating. His chest hair curled over my fingers, as if his body was pulling me into him. “I want you,” I said. “I want it. I want everything.” He took my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. “You’ll get it,” he said. I smiled.

Grabbing my hips holding me still, he belted “no condom, Dad’s gonna enjoy this awhile” and he dicked me with four of his nine. Trembling from fear and hunger, all I could do was submit to this Alpha. He pulled out and thrust in half a dozen times, as I got used to his half dick and wide girth. I hadn’t felt a raw dick in years. I knew it was “wrong.” He was a stranger. I also knew his power was no match for me. I moaned and exhaled. My elbows buckled my chest and head fell to the bed — ass firmly held in air by his hands and cock. “Dad’s turn” is all I heard as I felt this stranger burry deep with an intense thud. I gasped as his nine inch thick raw cock took me to a new place: complete submission to his will, his command and his raw demands. Before I knew it he was pounding. I was at his mercy.

It wouldn’t be the first time I was so cock hungry I would accept an invite, but never this late and never without interrogating him about “status.” A blind acceptance was very rare. Was I really willing to drive the next town over at 230am to get dicked by a stranger on a school night? I took another look at his photo and I was out the door. On a third floor walk up, he told me not to ring the bell or knock “I’ll hear you on the stairs” he said. As I reached the top, the door swung open — and I was shocked. Much older than expected this man was fully naked fully hard fully shaved and bald. A ripped veiny muscled God standing before me at an easy 55. I was stunned by his nude nearly hairless frame. And I could count every vein, everywhere. He was jacked and “schredded” long before I knew what the word meant. He said “We good?” but he knew the answer before he said it. I was easy prey for him, and my eyes showed the hunger I had as he walked me in to his house. I took off my shoes by the door and walked into his bedroom. Dimly lit, only a sheet on the bed, a bottle of lube and a mirror opposite. “Strip” he said. I did. “Get on the bed, all fours, face the mirror.” Before I was in position his hands met my ass, quickly parted my cheeks and his tongue burried inside me. I could barely catch my breath. I was dizzy from his power, muscle, age, look and cock. Easily nine with a slight side hook. His veiny Daddy Dick mirrored the almost unnatural nature of his body. How was anyone at any age this ripped? Zero fat just skin on muscle, head to toe. Even his handsome face was a bit hollow, and veins on his skull. That’s it! He was like a muscled skeleton — and one I was powerless to resist. True Alpha power does it again. Luring an innocent at 3am to use any way he wants. I was new to hooking up, had only done it a couple times. Always made sure I asked “the questions” as I’d been taught and even followed the fuck by a real date (to legitimize it). A consolation prize for the failure of “no sex before the first date.” As though sex alone was wrong or bad, much like fucking without condoms as all the HIV pamphlets passed out at Pride each year said). I looked up at the mirror in front of me as the shredded Stallion stood behind my now drenched tongue-gaped hole. Hungry from 6 hours of online cruising, dizzy from his ass eating, fully in lust for his surreal muscled look and cock. Fuck it. I was ready.

Hi there, my first ”story” here and im talking about something that happened earlier today. i was talking to this 65 yo guy (i love older men) on grindr ive met up with a couple times before…. He told me he would wash me out and then fuck me and i was down! As i said we have met 2-3 times before and all the time been using condom since i want that. Well he started to clean me out with an enema and after that he forced me down on all fours in the shower so he could use dildos to stretch me and as he said ”force all the water out”. My smooth gaping asshole must have looked really good because before i could say anything he pulled out the big dildo out of my ass and slid deep inside me and started to fuck me fast and hard. The fucking lasted 5 minutes before he started to grunt and hold my hips hard. I was just going to ask him if he used a condom when i saw a big string of cum from his cock…. He then smiled at me and told me it was a good 3-4day load. my first raw cock, bb fuck and creampie and it all made me crazy horny for more!! pic is of my ass from earlier

I love when a guy is fucking me nice and slow, giving my boy pussy a pleasurable work out, but right before he gets ready to cum he pulls out and shoves his cock down my throat and unloads!! For me it’s the hottest thing!! I just love it!😍😍

It was my 66th birthday and despite lots of action in the previous few weeks, nothing was lining up for my big day. Not to be discouraged I dropped my origami paddler off my boat, changed into a skimpy speedo and buckled on my inflatable life jacket pouch. Very little wind so I had a nice paddle to a sailing club booy a good distance from shore. I carefully tied my craft and paddle to the booy, stowed my life pouch on the paddlers, slipped out of my speedo and dove in for a great skinny dip. The only other boat on the bay was a wake board boat. They came close from time to time but I decided if they could see what I was up to and offended there was lots more bay for them to stay in. They must have passed me a half dozen times. After 3/4 of an hour they were gone and I decided to climb back aboard. I was sitting on the paddler and had just gotten my feet through the leg openings of the speedo when I heard the wake board boat slowly approaching from behind me. As I panicked to try to be clothed before the boat reached me I heard a strong male voice. "Sorry bud. Didn't mean to startle you. No need to cover for me." There was only a handsome ginger 30ish driver on the boat. I tucked my cock in and said; "Well thanks, but you're pretty well covered yourself. " "Yeah occupational hazard for a red head out here on the open water. I just came out to make sure you are OK?" I was now holding onto the stern of his boat as he leaned over looking at me. He couldn't miss that my dick was hardening and threatening to escape my speedo. "Looks like you could use some assistance daddy. "

I've been in a real slump lately. Nothing at the bookstore. Nothing at the cruise spots. Nothing on Grindr. Or manhunt. Or bareback rt. To top it all off I found out last week that my porno store is closing. No more Anonymous loads in the porno booth for this boy. Finally had a little luck. Was at the park and ride just hanging out watching porn hitting the poppers. This guy comes up on a motorcycle. Big beefy guy. Beard shaved head. He stands around smoking a cigarette. I thought he might be cruising so I went back into the woods stayed for a few minutes. He didn't follow me so I figured he just had was taking a break on a bike ride. After I got back to my car he went back into the woods. I gave him a few minutes just in case he was only going to take a piss. He didn't come back out so I followed him in. I found him about a hundred yards back standing behind a couple of trees. He had a nice fat poker straight cock out. He was stroking it slow. I was really happy to see somebody cruising. Needless to say I made a beeline for him. Got on my knees and sucked his cock down. I worked that straight fat shaft all the way down my throat and around the head. I licked his balls. Then I looked up and ask him if he fucked. He said yeah. I didn't ask if he wanted to I just stood up. Spit in my hand. Lubed up my ass. And leaned up against a tree with my ass out. He moved right up behind me. Started working that cock up my ass. Had to stop a couple of times and put more spit on it. It makes the best lubrication. Finally got up in meatballs deep. It was so hot I love getting fucked in the woods. While he was fucking me a couple of other guys came back. They stood at a distance and watched. I was begging him to breed me. I beg for his come up my ass. He was all business. Pumped my ass hard. No grunting. No groaning. He just fucked me until he unloaded his cum into my hole. When he pulled out I, of course, flipped around, got on my knees again, and sucked his cock clean. He zipped up and headed out. I hit up the other two guys to see if they wanted head. Or see if they wanted my ass. They were just there to watch. I went back to my car. Fingered my hole. Licked, my fingers. He was a hot fuck. Loved every second of it. Hope I get some more soon.

I'm not picky....BBC, BWC,SBC,SWC! Dick is dick!

Okay let me just revisit this without coming across as a "mean girl". You have been together five months and have never seen him naked? You have never sucked him off? Now listen this is not 1951, and you are not Donna Reed. Okay you may know who that is, but what I am saying is that you have been more than patient, not seeing him naked and not having sex after a significant amount of time is a warning sign. Something is up with this guy, I think he is unsure of his sexuality. If you are happy without having sex, and you love him, then I am happy for you. But to hear this situation I think there are some warning signs you need to pay attention to. How long are you supposed to wait for sex? What is an appropriate time? You have needs, and those needs need to be met. I think you need to have a frank and honest conversation with him, because frankly, you may be wasting your time. I am not being skeptical, I wish you the best. But get some answers now!

I’d let ya 😉. Breed it full and deep

From Montreal here, got the vaccine a couple of months ago and no side effect.

Good news, kinda… The rate of increase for MPX cases in NYC is going down. Last week it averaged a 6.6% increase each day. The week before it was 9.4%.

No I am now 58 years old and when I lost my virginity I was 13+. At a public toilet with gloryhole I fucked a very slippery cum lubed, warm and sloppy smelly as for the first time trough a gloryhole. My very first time and that sloppy and smelly ass popped my cock cherry. And afterwards when I was ready standing outside getting on my bicycle to go home the guy that I just fucked came out also.... it was er very slim redhead and he was old.... I guess late 60ties. I so still remember his face so clear as if it was yesterday. It think that is why I extremely fancy fuck older redheads... but not the perfume types.

I'd love to give you a load or two

When you speak of "[p]lacing the right to decide the abortion matters back in the hands of the individual states" do you realize whose hands it was taken from? It was removed from the hands of individual citizens for her to decide. People seem to be ignoring that fact and instead like to pretend that it was taken from the Federal Government. But Roe was decided based on an individual citizen's right to privacy. It does not belong in the hands of the separate states. Why on Earth should a woman's neighbors get a say on what medical procedures she chooses to undergo? The Tenth Amendment of the US Constitution (the Reserve Powers Clause) does not just give the "powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States... to the States respectively." Besides the Federal and state governments there's a third group who also holds power. The last four words of the Tenth are "or to the people." The states restricting abortion is nothing but a power grab by state governments taking power from individual citizens.

Agree not boring at all. looking forward to hear what you get up to next time. Maybe get 2 loads in a night and see how that feels. I love sliding into a pre loaded ass, smooth buttery smells like cum

Not so absurd. That was the situation in California for a while. Well, besides taking away the right for people of the same sex to get married in the future, the court could also take away the right to have one's marriage in a given state be recognized in another. You seem focused on what happens to existing couples. I'm concerned about people who want to get married in the future, too.

Is a variation on the theme permitted? Don't forget that there are plenty of Tops that love eating a Hole they've just Bred - and even better, after a number of other, pervious Cocks have Bred it too. I can't think of a better way for a bottom to increase, deepen his satisfaction, than to add the sensation of taste to the sensation of being fucked full by multiple Cocks by oral cleaning-up of a Cock that has been rutting in his well-filled Hole.

I induced a basic exponential function for monkeypox data from Germany (I cannot find historical data for Berlin itself) without the wild assumptions I had made prior to my trip to Montreal. Currently most of the monkeypox cases are occurring in Berlin but this will change if the outbreak isn't contained so currently this function is basically a Berlin function. The function is not bad and may indicate that inoculations and other measures are in fact having an effect. The question will be is that is sufficient. So the function is y = 0.5381741*x^2.000014 where x is days since May 19, 2022 (May 19 is day 1). This indicates that in two weeks cumulative monkeypox cases will be 3798 which would be an additional 1258. These new cases are currently locked in because the incubation period is approx. 2 weeks. The current doubling period is approx. 27 days and appears to be getting longer. If this holds up *AND* if the doubling period continues to lengthen then the outbreak will be corralled in Germany.

Had a frequent top tell me a few that there would only be our saliva for lube. So if it got rough he'd pull out and go straight to my mouth. It was always the sloppiest oral I had ever given but he succeeded in not using synthetic lube.

As I white British gay guy living in the North West of England I don't understand why some people discriminate against the colour of someone else's skin if I'm attracted to someone I'm attracted to them. The only thing that puts me off a guy is a bad attitude once we get chatting were there ancestors are from has nothing to do with it. I don't even associate with people I find out are racist that includes some members of my own family unfortunately.

I'd been watching the boy for years. Every weekend like clockwork he'd show up at the clubs at 12:00 with a body that got me rock hard in seconds. Every weekend with his boyfriend. I'd never actually approached the boy - not out of any sense of morality, I'd broken into and broken up relationships with lesser guys, but these two came in and were in their own little world, which no one could penetrate, not with drinks or pickup lines or even a hot body. He stood 5' 5", about 150 pounds, with the body of jock Filipino stud, with sexy cock sucking lips, biceps like tennis balls, a 30" waist and a big thick muscular ass. For years I watched boys and men approach him, trying break in, each time failing miserably. The boy was obviously obsessed with his boyfriend, who was an average looking cute cub stud. In fact the cub was so average, it was a wonder he had snagged and kept such a hot piece of ass going in the five years since I first saw them. Although the cub was obviously the more social of the two, he kept close to keep the jock boy happy. But then suddenly, after all my patient observing from afar, I saw the opening. It was the cub's birthday, and he wore a birthday hat and pin that said as much. He was was dancing around with a larger group of friends than usual, and getting very very drunk. The boy was also in the group, but obviously a little farther apart, being not as social as the cub, was also getting increasingly drunk. As I grabbed the ass of my flavor-of-the-week, making him squirm, I counted the shots: one, two, three, four, five ... seven. The night dragged on, but the boys' minds were obviously weakened. "You see that boy with the birthday hat?" I asked my current squeeze. He nodded and giggled. "Go pull him up on the dance floor give him a little present." He laughed and sauntered up to the cub, and dragged him up to the floor to begin dancing. The effect was delayed which was a good sign, but the boy stumbled up to his boyfriend and attempted to cut in and get him back, so I made my move. I grabbed his intoxicated hot body and began to dance with him pulling his hips toward my crotch. Now, I'm 6' 1", 198 pounds, muscular with an 8 1/2 inch cock which is as thick as a coke can. His ass felt me before the rest of his body. He paused for a second while i ground my hardening dick on his ass. His mind weak and body wanting. but his eyes stayed on his boyfriend who was was preoccupied by two guys, one of his friends as well as my squeeze, both of whom were now dancing on him. The jock boy pulled away for a second to move towards them, but I turned him around pulled him up against my body. His head fell against my chest, and I took him into my arms. I could tell he was interested, but conflicted. I whispered to him, "You know you can trust your man. How long have you been together?" "Six years" he sort of gasped in a manly baritone. I smiled. "Has he ever strayed?" "Never" he replied. "See, you can trust him." And I looked and believed myself. The cub might have been dancing with two hot twinks, but he kept his hands up and away from them. Fortunately, of course, the cub was clueless as to my intentions, as I began to maneuver the jock boy from the lime lights to the darker corners of the club. I continued to press the boy against my body, and he began to reciprocate, dancing with great skill. Many times I'd seen him dance with his boyfriend, and admittedly the stub boy was exceptionally good at moving his hips in such a fashion as suggested he was begging to be fucked. As his ass and hips worked on my crotch, I began to push the envelope. I slipped my hand under his shirt. I could feel a strong set of abs, not from being slim but from working out. My hand traveled north feeling a strong chest and, when I flicked his nipple, his arms shot straight-up and he moaned and damn near convulsed. His body was becoming slightly limp as the alcohol was taking more of a hold on him, so I had little trouble backing him up against a wall, his hands in front of his face, and reaching around, I I unbuttoned his pants, slid my hand under his tight sexy underwear and reached his hole. Fuck. No wonder his boyfriend was able to keep him. His hole was obviously regularly well-fucked. I slipped one digit into his hole, feeling his soft, velvety chute, finger fucking him. His back arched and he moaned, as he bucked and moaned. It was definitely time to take things further. I pulled his pants back up, buttoned them, and ushered his drunk body out the back entrance to my car, stuffing him into the passenger seat, and without ado, began the quick drive to to my place. "Where are we going?" he moaned. "My place baby boy. We're gonna have some fun." He looked over at me with a dazed expression. "Who are you?" "I'm gonna make you a very happy bottom boy tonight." About then I pulled up to a red light, so I took the time to slide my free hand into the ass of his pants and give him some finger. His head flew back, his body arched, and he let out another moan. "What's your name baby boy?" "John," he gasped. "How old are you, John?" "Twenty-three." "Do you like big dicks baby Johnny?" He paused and bit his lips I pressed my finger deeper into his hole, gasping "Yeessss." With that I whipped-out my hard cock, and invited him "Take a look, Johnny." He stared at it in awe. "Go on and suck it, Johnny." He looked at me as if realizing something and then blurted out "I've only ever been with my boyfriend. I've never done anything with anyone else." I replied "I'm bigger than is he, right?" "A little" he laughed, adding "thicker, too." "He fucks you good, huh?" "Yeah, I love it." "Come on, Johnny, touch it." I grabbed his hand and put it on my shaft he slowly began to stroke me. Precum began to drip out the head and he seemed entranced. His eyes were half open, mouth wide, speech was slurred, obviously still drunk. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to my cock. The minute the head slipped into his open mouth, he moaned and began sucking like he'd been waiting the chance for decades, not ten minutes. He went down on me, trying to deep throat my cock, moaning in pleasure, and lost in the taste and feel of a stranger's cock in his mouth. He didn't pick his head up till he realized I'd parked the car in my garage. "Where are we?" he again slurred. "Where's my phone?" I grabbed his head and began to kiss him. I had thought far enough ahead to slip his phone out of his pocket, and didn't think it necessary to fill him in on that detail. Shortly after we left the club his phone had begun vibrating, but I had turned it off, and when he asked about his phone, I distracted him by pushing my tongue into his moaning mouth. The potential threat to my plans having passed, I decided to make my next move, ordering him bruskly "Get out of the car." He complied, stumbling out of the passenger seat, into my garage. I steadied him and pulled him through the door that lead directly from the garage into the living room. I sensed part of his will was trying to fight my domination, but his body was not up to the challenge, and seemingly wanted to get off as much as did I. Not wasting any time, I stripped off his shirt, threw him on the couch, and pulled a bottle of poppers I carried in my pocket, and presented them for his inhalation, which he did instinctively. Then I gave him another hit in his other nostril. "What... what was that?" "Something to help you relax." I could see the fumes hit him fast. He moaned and threw his head back murmurring "Oh my god, what is this?" I handed him the bottle, saying I'd be right back, that I had something even better for him. I grabbed a bottle of lube I'd laced with coke, and then with a second thought went to my computer, which fortunately was in sleep mode, and bringing-up Craigslist, I posted this advertisement: Hot Filipino boy, looking for cum. Generous men only. I figured I may as well go as far as I could while I was at it. Walking back into the living room, I found John had nearly passed out (except for an occasional quiet moan). I snapped a photograph of his half-naked-drunk-and-poppered-up-high-body and uploaded it onto the Craigslist posting. "This is so crazy" he said when I got back "I'm so drunk." "I know" I laughed as I stripped off my remaining clothing, and presented myself to his gawking gaze for a few seconds. With a 45 inch chest and 28 inch arms, I'm a big guy and my tool stood erect in his face. He got on all fours on the couch and began to suck. I ripped off his underwear, watching with pleasure as his chiseled young back arched and his hips began to gyrate as I slowly fucked his beautiful lips. Then I maneuvered so I could pour some of the lube onto his quivering ass, managing (with some difficulty) to finger fuck him with one finger. When he began to fuck himself on my finger I knew the laced lube was having the desired effect so I stuffed a second finger in. Although his ass could obviously take a beating, he was still tight and his body ripped, so I pulled his mouth off my cock and turned him around, positioning him on all fours. I lined my dick with his hole and grabbed his hips and began to push in. He screamed and I held him down as I pushed the entirety of my cock into his hole. It was like popping a cherry, knowing I was only second cock that had ever been in here. It was an utter turn-on. I ground my cock inside him as deeply as I could, and naturally he screamed again, but this time there was a hint of ecstasy in his voice. "You like that?" I asked him, adding "You like my big cock in your tight baby boy hole?" He was screaming into a pillow so I grabbed him by his short hair and pulled his head up, repeating my question: "I said, 'Do ...you... like... my ...big... cock... in...your...hole?" accenting each word with deep thrust into his ass. He yelped each time. "Yes" he gasped, adding "Oh my god yes, I love it." "Has your boyfriend ever fucked you raw like I am now?" "No, never." "Feels good to get fucked raw, doesn't it?" "Fuck yes..." he replied, as his ass and hips began to shiver and shake. "Mmmm, tonight I'm gonna breed. You will want raw cum in your ass all the time, don'tcha?" He didn't verbally reply, but his hips began to shake harder, evidence, I thought, of an assent, so I egged him on a bit more saying "You're gonna want to be filled up all the time with cum, aren't you?" He moaning mindlessly, captured by the pleasure. I slapped his ass hard once, and I might as well as have kicked a horse with spurs, because he began feverishly fucking himself on my cock, moaning and yelling saying "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCKME OMG FUCKKKKK ME!!!" I stood there while he fucked himself on my cock, his whole body milking me for it, begging me for my cum. As he did so, I flipped on my phone and checked my email for the ad. There was a big response. I picked 10 of the responses and texted them the address told them to be here in an hour - and to bring cash. I also took a second to take a snap another photograph of Johnny boy fucking himself on my fat dick, and sent it to the guys, just to wet their appetites. I put my phone down and now it was time to get to work. I grabbed Johnny's hips and began piston-fuck my cock into him. He screamed, but begged for more. I fucked him with the only goal of dropping first load of the night into him. I pounded furiously, almost completely withdrawing my cock out every time. His head flew back with inward thrust, his tight muscles moving under his skin. I felt my nut coming. and then I yelled and growled out a thick load of cum into his ass, fucking it deep into his body. Then I pulled out and pulled his head around to my cock and made him suck the ass juices and cum off my dick. He was obviously enjoying himself, as he moaned the entire time as he cleaned my cock, although admittedly it looked like he could pass out. Then the doorbell rang. There would be no sleeping tonight. More to cum

Ohh yes anonymus having Gloryhole sex. Is so fucking horny. Not to know who is on the other side, young, old, slim, thick, clean, smelly. Than feeling that your cock is inspected, sniffed, pictures taken, licked. Than to feel it sliding/grabbed by a warm wett mouth, sucking, cleaning tasting my cock. And as a real surprise without the other side is asking for permission feeling an sloppy wett smelly ass/pussy backing onto my cock. Making sure my cock is fully covered by the ass and than starting to milk/massage the cum out of it. And ad the end when I shot my load up the ass see my cock fully sticky, glinstering and heavy smelling of ass, that is for me sooo horny. I just love to have sex like that.

I did not get my first load..... but instead I gave my first load (got my cock cherry popt/fucked/milked) when I was a very young boy. I was so interested in sex.... all sorts that would have me shooting my load, sometimes 4/5 times a day. I shot my first load into a gays ass when I was a boy and still very wett behind the ears he popt my cherry/cock. It was unexpected and it happend in a public toilet with gloryhole. I did not know that it was a cruise/hunting ground for gays. I really needed to piss and was hit on by and old 60+ slim gay redhead gay guy. I got scared.... but also curious and because of that horny. I was at that age all day horny. At the end... I went into a cubical to wank (smeared my cock full of cum that was present on the urinals). The cubical had a gloryhole. I did not know at that time what a GH was. That old red guy was in the other cubical I did not know that it was him and het invited me with his finger en licking gesture making tong to stick my cock true the hole. I did and got a mind blowing BJ from him (my first BJ) and than he told me in a whisper to not pull back and enjoy what he would do to my cock and to let my cum shoot... but not to pull back. So I did..... not knowing that after a short while blowing my cock.... het backed up onto my hard cock with his very sloppy, slippery and warm ass and started to ride my cock. Milking it with his wett pussy. It was my first time fucking and at that time I didn't know that. I came full in his ass.... it was sooo good. I got instandly hooked on having anonymus Gloryhole sex...... still going on. The 4 Pictures are of my cock in Gloryhole action. Not coppied from the internet. MY COCK.

Part 2: Will Accepts Dominic's Offer Two days went by before I receive an email from Dominic. During that time, I’d almost forgotten about him and the dream. I’d swung by my office after a late-day workout session at the gym and found the email waiting for me. “Hey, Pastor Ryder, thanks for emailing me back. I’m free to meet Friday after work if that works for you. I can be there around 4. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I feel like we had a good connection on Sunday. Email me back if Friday at 4 works. Thanks, Dom.” As I read the email, I was suddenly aware of how sweaty I was. I sweat easily, and the hair on my chest and in my armpits always collected odor if I wasn’t careful. My roommate in college complained about my laundry smelling. I never took any notice. Now, however, I was suddenly very aware of my own stink. I lifted my arm and turned my head, smelling my armpit. It was a ripe smell. I started to lower my arm when, instead, I lifted it back up and moved my face closer, taking in a big whiff. Ripe had never smelled this good before. It made my head spin. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the sweaty-drenched hairs, tasting myself. It was salty and a bit bitter, but I liked it. It tasted strong, and I wanted more. A knock on the door pulled me from my exploration, causing me to nearly jump out of my chair. I made sure I was collected before I said, “Come in.” It was Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. Just checking in. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you had anymore of those dreams?” I shook my head. “Good. You look like you’ve just run a marathon. You’ll want to light a candle in here.” “I’ll do that.” I couldn’t tell, but, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Pastor Kline inhale deep, a smile turning his mouth for a second. “Did you email that visitor?” “I did. We’re meeting tomorrow.” “That’s great news, Will. Well, I’m on my way home. My wife is making a meatloaf again. You’re free to join us if you want.” “Thanks, Mark, but I’ve got leftovers I need to take care of tonight. Some other time.” Pastor Kline left, leaving me to respond to the email. “Hey, Dominic. Friday works fine. Meet me at my office. Thanks, Pastor Will Ryder.” I went home and showered, relishing the feeling of the warm water. As I soaped up, I made sure to clean thoroughly around my balls, cock, and butt crack. As I cleaned, reaching my butthole, I found my cock shooting to life, standing at attention. I jumped, surprised by this never-before-felt feeling. I tried again, finding my cock growing and my balls pulling up to my body. Forgetting the bar of soap, I reached my hand back and ran a finger along the hole. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, making my knees weak. I moved my finger in little circles, falling against the wall as I struggled to breathe from the waves of pleasure. I pressed against my hole, moving in rhythm, my body nearly shaking from the sensation. I increased pressure, pushing harder, until my finger slipped and entered inside. “Ah,” I gasped, removing my finger and wincing at the pain. I looked at my finger and found a small trace of blood near my nail. I must have cut myself. As the water ran down and mixed with the soap, I felt the stinging. There’s no way of putting a bandage down there, I thought, turning off the water once I was rinsed off. Even with the pain, I found my cock still hard. I considered jerking off but decided against it. I was too tired and had work to do. I was preaching Sunday and needed to be as prepared as possible. I’d lost track of time by 4 on Friday. I was nearly finished with my sermon when a knock on the door pulled my attention. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dominic stuck his head inside. “Pastor Ryder.” “Dominic Moore,” I said, standing up and reaching out a hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” he said, entering my office and shaking. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” he said, smiling and taking a seat. He was wearing another black t-shirt, this time with a design on the chest of a skull with gems for eyes and the words “Dark Soul Tattoos” beneath. “I’ve heard of that place,” I said, pointing at his shirt. “I’ve never gone.” “I own the place,” he said. “You’re a tattoo artist.” “Nearly twenty years now,” he said. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” I smiled. “I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “Still young,” he said. For a brief moment, there was a look in his eyes which reminded me of the look I had seen in my dream. There was a ferocity, as if whatever was on his mind he wanted and was determined to get. “So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “I know you’re a tattoo artist. What else? Are you married?” “I’m not the married type,” he said. “I’ve had temporary partners, but none that last long. How about you? Are you married?” “I’m not,” I told him, holding up my left hand and showing the lack of a wedding ring. “I thought religious people were supposed to marry young so they could start fucking their brains out and popping out kids.” “Oh,” I said, taken back by his language. “Many do marry young and start families soon after. For myself, I just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I bet you’re close,” Dominic said. “Closer than you think.” I nodded. “I like to think so. So, tell me more about yourself.” "Like what?" "I don't know. Life philosophy?" Dominic laughed. “When I was younger, I tried to make good choices, but I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, destined to fall. After a while, I stopped trying. I found making bad choices felt more freeing. I liked living by my own rules, not worrying about my choices.” “And what about now?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think something is bringing me here.” I sat quietly, staring at him. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said. “I think you're meant to help me.” “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second.” My eyes searched his arms, taking note of his different tattoos. There was a skull covered in barbed wire on his left arm along with a scorpion and a date. “Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. Dominic looked down at his left arm and smiled. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdates aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” he said. “That date is for something else. I looked over to his right arm where there were several tattoos I couldn’t make out, except for markings along the inside of his forearm. “Are those tally marks?” He looked to his other arm and smiled, running his left hand along the tattoo. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” I tried counting them. “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” he said. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon.” He smiled at me, the same ferocity from before filling his eyes. “Yeah. I think I will.” Sunday came, and as everyone left the sanctuary, I saw Dominic still in his seat, Pastor Kline hovering over him. I felt a concern growing and quickly jumped in. “How is everyone doing?" “Good,” Dominic said. “You’re a good speaker. Most times when I hear people speak, I get headaches after too long. That didn’t happen today.” “Will is a special man,” Pastor Kline said. “I knew that from the first moment I met him. Well, I won't take anymore of your time. I'll talk to you soon.” He shook Dominic’s hand, holding on for several seconds before letting go. Domonic waited until Pastor Kline was out of earshot to say, “Thanks for the save. He was getting a bit chummy.” “He’s a friendly guy,” I told him. “He’s like a second father.” Domonic raised a brow. “Interesting,” he said. “What is?” “Nothing,” he said. “Anyways, I wanted to thank you for speaking to me on Friday.” “It’s no problem,” I told him. “That’s what we’re here for. Anytime you need to talk. Myself, Pastor Kline, or Pastor Matthews are at your disposal.” “Good to know,” he said. “Look, I wanted to thank you for seeing me Friday. I hoped you’d take me up on coming over to my place for dinner tonight.” “Oh,” I said, surprised by the offer. “If you already have plans,” he said, “I’ll understand. I just wanted to talk some more. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have drinks and food. Do you like steak?” “I do,” I said. “So, what do you think?” I glanced out at the lobby and saw Mrs. Peters eyeing me, Rachel standing behind her. I could tell that they weren’t happy to see me talking with someone who looked like Domonic. “That would be great. Thank you.” “Awesome,” he said. “Here, put your number into my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” I typed in my number and started to add my name when he stopped me. “Don’t worry. I’ll add that later. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then,” I said, watching as he left the sanctuary. I was not the only one watching as he left, but I was sure I was the only one struggling to hide a boner.

He is still on BBRT under his porn name and seemingly still in Canada,. He has an Just For Fans Page. [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/RyanCummingsRAW He was not at IML this year. I made the Bad Seed porn Cumming to Chicago with him there and played with him several times after that. A terrific guy. In C to C, his 12 hour gangbang, I was the first guy up him (me rimming him)...and then the last with my dick going into that loaded ass. I gave him the last load of the night, something like Load 54.

It won't be the last. 😉

I'm pretty much of the same mind as you @tallslenderguy. I want the breeding man to use the terms that work for him provided there's no intent to demean. I used to be squeamish about pussy and cunt, but finally traced that back to a kind of reflexive, learned misogyny. I started calling my hole a cunt to confront myself with my own nature and burn out the remnants of that shitty gay misogyny. If a man tells me he loves my cunt/pussy I'm complimented, if he tells me he loves my hole/ass I'm complimented. Either way, my calling is to give him what he needs and receive his DNA respectfully and eagerly. Whatever word a man uses that rings with authentic feeling is fine by me.

Thanks guys. Went around midnight on friday night and despite only 20 or so guys there there was lots of raw fucking to be had.

There is no such thing as too hairy or too much cum in a hole. And variety is the spice of life!

I picked up one from Fort Troff. Best investment I have ever made. Allows a good deep penetration. If you are looking to get bred deep or go for the fist, this is the way to go.

Part 5 - The Talk Once again, Mark was jolted awake by his phone. He got up and went into the bathroom and took a long piss. He washed his hands and face, trying to wake up. He grabbed the hookup phone and put it on the charger. He checked the time and it was 3:20. Time to leave. At the last second, Mark grabbed a packet of lube and put it in his jeans pocket. He was planning on taking Joey and his roommate out for a pizza and then hit a few bars after Joey and he had 'taken care of business'. Hopefully he could find someone for a bathroom fuck at one of the bars - he loved fucking straight guys in bars but he hadn’t done it since he got pozzed. Driving over to the apartment he had a knot in his stomach. He had rarely had serious discussions with his brother. He had always looked out for him and given him advice, but this was different. Hopefully it would go okay. He parked and walked up to the building he was in just an hour or so ago. Shaking his head he thought 'Sometimes life is really strange'. Walking up the staircase he found the apartment on the third floor and knocked. He heard someone coming closer and the door then was unlocked. The shock was immediate and the knot in his stomach got much bigger. It was the guy he fucked earlier. Both looked at each other in disbelief. Mark raised his finger to his mouth, telling the guy to stay quiet and got a nod from the guy's stunned face. “Hi I’m Joey’s brother Mark. Is he back from classes yet?” Mark stated, trying to be as calm as possible. “Oh… uh.. hi. Yeah, he’s just changing clothes right now. Come on in.” Mark went in to the apartment and glanced around. It reminded him of Joey’s room in high school but bigger and even messier. The smell of pot hung in the air and on the table in front of the couch were a couple pipes and a small bong. “Have a seat wherever. I’m Kyle, Joe’s roommate.” Mark put out his hand and shook Kyle’s hand like any straight guy would. Kyle still looked stunned and pale. Mark made a mental note to himself 'It’s no longer your kid brother Joey, he’s now Joe'. “Do you want a beer?” asked Kyle as he walked to the kitchen. “Sure, thanks” Mark said as he sat down. He heard the toilet flush and the sink run a bit and out came his brother into the living room. Mark got up and met his brother and hugged him, exclaiming "Damn, it's good to see you again, Joe.” The hug lasted longer than Joe expected and Mark’s firm grip on his brothers back surprised him. Mark had never been that affectionate before. “Good to see you, man," Joe answered as Mark finally stepped back and looked his brother over and smiled. Joe was about the same height as his roommate, maybe a bit taller and more muscular. He had his hair in a short wide mohawk and had a chinstrap beard. His ears were both pierced and plugged. The t-shirt he had on was form fitting and showed his body off. The jeans he had were ripped and he was barefoot. Yeah, he was no longer a kid and is becoming his own person, thought Mark. Joe was also checking his brother. “Nice ink, Dude. Does mom know?” Joe asked. Kyle passed out the beers and they all sat down - Kyle and Joe on the couch, Mark in the chair facing them. Kyle started to pack a bowl which caused Mark to chuckle. “So Mom and Dad are pissed at me, huh?” Joe started saying. Mark laughed but knew that Joe’s statement was pretty close to the truth. “Not pissed, just worried. Do you want to talk alone or….” “Nah, Kyle’s cool and knows everything anyway” Joe replied before Mark could finish his sentence. Mark took a breath and said “So, just between the three of us, what the fuck is going on?” At that point Kyle flicked the lighter and took a big hit and passed the pipe to Joe. Joe did the same and after he exhaled the pot smoke into the air looked at Mark. “Well, I got thrown off the team for failing a drug test.” “I didn’t think they threw you off for pot. Hell, most of the guys I knew on the teams were big pot smokers when I was here. Its not really a performance enhancing drug,” Mark commented, laughing at the last part and reaching for the pipe and lighter. Mark took a hit from the bowl and finished it off, enjoying the hit as he felt it spread through his body. Putting the pipe down, he looked at Joe waiting for the rest of the truth. The pause was uncomfortable and Mark added “So what’s the part you’re not telling? I’m not gonna yell at you, I just want to know and help if I can.” Mark looked at Joe, then Kyle and back to Joe. The silence was broken by Kyle, which surprised Mark. “Tell him Joe, tell him everything. I think he’ll be cool with it.” Mark looked at Kyle and nodded, seeing a different side of the guy he had fucked earlier. Joe started to protest and Kyle looked at him sternly and said “Tell HIM”. Joe glared at Kyle with a very pissed off look. After a few moments, Joe started “oh, fuck. Here it goes. Well, I was caught fucking a couple of the other guys on the team. Uh, more than once. And it wasn’t pot that I tested positive for, it was a bunch of other drugs.” There was a pause, but before Mark could say anything, Joe continued announcing “Yeah, I’m gay. Happy? Is that what you wanted to know? Surprised? Your supposedly straight jock little brother is a fag? Yeah, I like cock. I like ass. I like getting fucked and fucking guys. I like a whole lot of shit you probably would freak out about. And before you ask, yes. Kyle is my boyfriend." After he vented, Joe just broke down and started crying as Kyle held him close. Mark let Joe get it all out. He was sick that he had just caused his brother so much pain yet strangely turned on by finding out his brother was gay too. He always had thought his brother was sexy. What were the chances that both kids from uber-straight, homophobic parents would be gay. Mark needed to let Joe know it was okay and he might as well out himself since Kyle would do it sooner or later. “Joey… uh, Joe. It's okay. Gay, straight, trans… I don’t care. You are what you are and I’ll love you just the same.” Joe looked up and wiped the tears from his face “I’m sorry if I let you down, Mark.” With that comment, Mark almost got angry. “Let me down? Don’t let me ever hear you say something like that again. Being gay is not something to be ashamed of. Its a part of who you are just like being blonde or hairy or hung. Be proud. Enjoy the sex, the friendships that you make and meeting other gay people. We have enough of a problem being persecuted by homophobic assholes that we need to stick together and support each other.” Joe looked at Mark confused. 'Did he just say we’? Joe asked himself, only to decide to voice the question: “We?” Mark smiled back at Joe “Yeah, WE. Your big brother is a homo too. Capisce? Happy?” The three of them laughed at the last word. Joe responded “Fuck yeah, I’m happy! I’ve been dreading this day for almost 10 years. I never would have thought that it would work out this good.” “Well, don’t count on mom and dad taking it as well. It may just kill them if they find out both of their kids are queer” Mark said and they all laughed. Kyle got up and grabbed a six pack out of the fridge and handed a beer to each of them. Mark toasted Joe and Kyle “To being gay” and they clinked the bottles and took a big swig. For the next couple hours they drank and smoked, revealed some of their exploits and the times they were sure they were caught by each other or their parents. Joe and Mark hadn’t been this close or opened up to each other since they were in grade school. Mark ordered a pizza as the munchies took hold and when the delivery guy showed up they laughed since all three of them had fucked the guy. As the clock tipped past 10:00 PM they ran out of beer. Mark broke the news and said “Well, I was hoping we would go out to a bar tonight and relax after our ‘meeting.’ You guys interested? And thank god we don’t have to go to a straight bar.” “Fuck yeah!” Joe and Kyle answered in unison. Joe and Kyle changed their clothes and Joe said “I know a great place to go. Its only a few blocks from here.” “Great," Mark replied, adding "But I need to piss first,” as he walked to the bathroom. He left the door open and as he finished up and turned around he saw both guys at the doorway watching. “Too bad we couldn’t see the good stuff” said Joe. The guys walked over to the club and were joking and laughing the whole way. They stood in line for a bit and when they made it to the door, the bouncer asked “Who’s your daddy, Joe?” Mark laughed and then looked at the bouncer a bit closer and chuckled saying “Don’t take shit from Tony, Joe. He’s just a big teddy bear." The bouncer, who stood 6 foot 4 inches of solid muscle, stood up and stared down at Mark. A grin immediately followed as he exclaimed “Holy Fuck! Mark! It's great to see you bud. God I miss that cock”. Tony gave Mark a big bear hug and picked him up. The rest of the people in line had prepared for a fight and were relieved to see it was just old friends. Many were laughing about Tony wanting Mark’s cock. "It must be good" said one guy. Tony finally let Mark down and stamped all three of their hands, not collecting the cover charge. “I’ll see you in a bit Mark, when I get a break” said Tony as the three guys went into the club. The music was thumping and the floor was filled with guys dancing. Most were shirtless and some were almost naked with just a jockstrap or thong. Along one side was a large bar with some tables scattered around. They filtered through the crowd and it was obvious that Joe and Kyle knew a lot of the crowd - there were a few hugs and several asses slapped. They found a table that was empty and Mark headed to the bar. There were three bartenders working and he really liked their uniforms - a black jockstrap and a pair of Chucks. It displayed their sweaty bodies nicely and gave him something to lust over while he waited. Mark noticed that each of the bartenders had dollar bills stuck through the top strap, so he wasn’t sure if that was where they stored tips or if they danced too. He didn’t have to wait too long and one of the bartenders came over and yelled “whatcha need?” Mark gazed at the guy a bit too long, taking in his tight Latino body, six pack, smooth caramel skin with several prominent tattoos and a nipple ring. He had a bit of hair on his pecs and a thicker trail down to a sizable bulge in his jockstrap. There were glow sticks wrapped around his biceps showing off the muscle. His gaze was interrupted as the bartender yelled again “WHATCHA WANT?” Embarrassed, Mark yelled back “Three shots of Patron and three PBRs.” The bartender smiled, and gave him a wink and took off to get the drinks. Mark stared at his hot ass, perfectly framed by the jock’s leg straps, as he walked away and Mark felt his cock twitch. Soon the bartender was back with the drinks on a tray - three rocks glasses with a generous shot of tequila, three limes, a salt shaker and three tall cans of Pabst. The bartender yelled out “Thirty bucks, and I need the tray back right away.” Mark peeled off a 20 and two 10s handing 30 to the bartender and then reached over and stuffed the other 10 into the pouch of his jockstrap. Grabbing the tray, he carefully headed back to the table, dropping off the drinks. Mark never cared for the tequila ritual of salt and lime, so he just grabbed the glass as Joe and Kyle licked and salted their hand. “Salut” yelled Mark and they each downed their shots. Mark collected the glasses, salt shaker and spent limes and took them back to the bar and motioned to his sexy latin bartender that he had returned the tray and glasses. The bartender blew him a kiss and Mark blew one back and went back to the table. The table always seemed to have someone stopping by to say hi and he was introduced to many guys: Tim and Brandon, CJ and Nick and Stephanie and… ugh, he would never remember them all which was okay since he would likely never see them again. Joe and Kyle asked “How about we dance?” Mark, however, replied “You can. I’ll hold down the table,” and with that Joe and Kyle were off to the dance area. Mark watched them for a while, nursing his beer and enjoying the sight of his little brother dirty dancing with his boyfriend. At one point he saw Joe slide his hand down the back of Kyle's pants and Mark laughed, wondering if his load was still inside. Suddenly Mark felt a hand on his shoulder and two beers plopped down in front of him. It was Tony. “How the fuck are you?” was Tony’s greeting. “Doing great. Just back visiting for the weekend and checking up on Joey.” Mark and Tony chatted a bit and caught up. At one point Mark mentioned that he had a hotel for the weekend and maybe Tony could stop by before he left and sample his cock one more time. Tony looked down and then moved his head next to Mark’s ear and quietly stated “I’d love to play with you, but we gotta do it covered this time. I’m poz.” Mark turned his head and grinned at Tony and privately told him “No, we don't have to cover up. I'm also poz, but keep it quiet. I don’t want Joe to know yet.” Tony immediately had his smile back and they both hugged. Tony leaned in and told Mark “I haven’t said anything to Joe about you being gay. Does he know?” “Oh yeah, he does now. It has been an interesting day.” Mark made sure that he had Tony’s current number in his phone and Tony headed back to work just as Kyle walked up dripping with sweat and his t-shirt tucked into his jeans. Mark thought 'Damn he looks so fuckable right now' and almost wanted to bend him over and breed him again. Kyle took a swig of his beer and said “Joe is talking to a bud trying to score more weed. He’ll be back in a few.” “Cool” Mark replied and added “I’m gonna take a leak. Gotta recycle this beer.” Kyle said to Mark “Why don’t you wait 'til Joe gets back. I hate standing here alone, I feel like a loser.” Mark laughed and said “Sorry, nature calls and I can’t hold it much longer. You’ll be fine.” Mark headed over to the restroom and walked in. He was amazed at how big it was. How things change in a few years. He guessed gay clubs in college towns are no longer the dives they kept hidden like when he went to school. There were plenty of urinals, several stalls, a bunch of sinks and there seemed to be two connected rooms. He saw one stall with its door open and a guy fucking another just like he was in the airport the day before. He spotted an open urinal near the end and hurried over to it, whipping out his cock and pissed like crazy. Over his shoulder he heard a bunch of guys yelling and cheering. Once he finished pissing, he stuffed his cock back in his pants, quickly rinsed off his hands, and stepped into the other room to confirm what he suspected was going on. There was a group of about a dozen guys circled tightly around a guy who was bent over getting spit roasted. Mark moved in closer and watched the guy to his right drill the bottom slut. The guys to the sides were all stroking their cocks, some blowing their loads on the slut’s back. Mark pulled his cock out and started to stroke. The guy to his left let out a “Holy fuck, this dude’s pierced.” Mark blushed as everyone looked over to see his hard cock and 0 gauge PA. The guy to Mark’s left reached over and stroked Mark’s cock, gripping it tightly, and Mark reached over and stroked the guy's cock. The guy to his right grunted, bending over the slut, slamming his cock balls-deep as he came. The guy pulled out, his cum clearly oozing out of the slut’s hole. The guy to Mark’s left nudged him over and said “I want to see you fuck this cumdump.” A few of the other men nodded, as each stroke himself. Mark moved over and rubbed some of the cum on to the head of his cock and rested the ring on the slut's hole. Pushing in, the sluts well lubed and stretched hole swallowed up his thick cock. Once he was all the way in, he started fucking for all he was worth, totally enjoying the slut's hole. The guy to his left leaned over and kissed him while pinching his nipple. His thrusts got harder and harder the more his nips were played with. He felt his balls start to tighten and then the guy twisted his nip hard. That was all it took and Mark started to flood the slut with his venom. One spurt became five, then six, then seven. The guy to his left broke the kiss and stopped the nipple play and Mark pulled his cock out of the slut. Looking down at the slut’s ass he saw some cum drip out and a birthmark on the slut's right cheek. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. Mark stuffed his cum covered cock back into his jockstrap and zipped up. He washed his hands again as his heart was racing. He headed back to the table and found Kyle there. Kyle said “You ok man? You look like you saw a ghost.” Mark said “I’m fine. I just caught my cock on my zipper.” Kyle had gotten a round of beers and Mark took a big swig. The awkward silence was broken when Mark whispered in Kyle’s ear “Let’s keep our hookup this afternoon just between the two of us for now. Okay?” Kyle quietly replied "Absolutely. Joe knows I got bred this afternoon, but I didn’t tell him it was you.” “Thanks” Mark replied as he absorbed the ramifications. About that time Joe walked up and smiled, patting his bulging pocket. “Scored some good stuff.” They finished their beers and Joe said it had been a long hard week he was beat. It was almost closing time anyway, so how about they meet tomorrow about noon. Mark agreed and they headed out of the club where Mark slapped Tony’s ass and gave him a big hug. The guys walked back to the apartment. They hugged goodbye at the building door and Mark went to his car still kind of buzzed. 'Good thing the hotel isn’t far' he thought. He pulled in to the space right by his hotel room and went inside. Stripping his clothes off, he went into the shower and rinsed off. Leaning against the wall he let the hot water run all over his body. Finally he turned the water off and dried his body off and fell into the bed. Muttering 'shit' to himself, he rolled over and soon was sound asleep.