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I am working on the next chapter but have been playing around with an AI generator and wanted to upload a couple pics I got out of it for Josh and Sam. Here is Josh: Here is Sam: Not exactly prefect to the description but pretty close and they are hot so I figured I’d share. Next chapter coming soon.

Can I take a minute to say how much I fucking love eating a good ass? It's become my favorite part of sex - whether I'm topping, bottoming, or neither. Nothing beats sticking my tongue in a warm hole. I have two positions I love. One is with him on his back in bed and me on my knees. I can watch him squirm and hear him moan as I eat him out. The other position I love is in a 69 with him on top sucking my dick while his ass is in my face. I grab those cheeks, spread them, and bury my face in his ass. Mmmmm!

GAME ON (part VIII) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare. Ashley’s thoughts: Fuck, fuck, fuck! I think the other two got bred closer to the stroke of midnight. At least I’m pretty sure I took the one poz load in this fiasco. Much as I don’t want to get pozed, if I do, I’ve got a fat bank account. It’s a fuckin good thing that I love that weasel boyfriend Ben! Felix’s thoughts: Fuckin A! I’m pretty sure I got bred closest to the stroke of midnight. I took so many loads I’m pretty sure I won that contest. I took so many loads’ chances are high I took the charged load, and my ass is so torn up if I did, I’m bound to be knocked up. Now I just need to convert within two weeks and then I get the sweet $20,000. I can get housing of my own and even open a bank account. Fuck yeah! Alejandro’s thoughts: Holy funking shit, what a fucking close call. I was afraid that Iranian cub would never finish in the Iranian mare. A competition like this was no time to take so long making love to your twin! But my raw cock got into the Iranian mare in time. I’m sure we hit the bull’s eye of the stroke of midnight. I don’t think he has any idea I gave him the charged load. I can’t wait to see his face when the truth is revealed. He better fucking convert before the deadline. The 1% would be awesome, but I fucking want to be ushered into the porn industry. That would make all the frustration of holding off tonight so worthwhile. Please. Please, let him be knocked up!!! Ali’s thoughts: ‘Allah, how could I have known what pleasure you had in store for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you … may Allah always be praised’. I was so consumed with uttering this prayer that I didn’t notice my judge holding up his hand for the MC. The MC’s words astonished me, “It looks like we might have a tie for breeding closest to the stroke of midnight. Judges for mares 2 and 3 have their hands up. All three judges were down close to capture the exact moment the breeding started. They’ve texted me their times. Yes guys! This was a close one! Mare three began to be bred at 15 seconds after the start of the bells tolling midnight. Unbelievable as it might seem mare two, Ali is the winner, his stallion started breeding him at the exact moment the bells started, right on the stroke of midnight. Amazing! Wait a minute, this is beyond our wildest hopes and dreams. Watch Ali’s judge.” My judge pulled his shirt over his head, knelt in front of my last breeder stallion and began to suck his cock. While doing so he rubbed above the stallion’s cock with his shirt. Someone produced a spray bottle to assist with the rubbing of the shirt. Cock removed from the judges mouth the stallion turned to the audience and there was a great gasp. The stallion then turned to me and I saw the biohazard tattoo in the shortly trimmed bush over his cock. I still didn’t understand what all the fuss was about until the MC spoke again. “Ali has received the one toxic HIV charged load. If he converts, is knocked up, before the competition timeline he will win the $20,000 prize. Furthermore, his breeding stallion, Alejandro, will get 1% of the profits from the sales of the video we are recording tonight. And we can all be assured this video is going to sell like hot cakes, Alejandro could be looking at a massive take! We will all be waiting on pins and needles with these two men for the next few weeks. Let us assure you we will monitor Ali daily to make sure he has not been bred by any other man until his possible conversion, we need to be sure it is Alejandro that knocked him up. That Ali started this competition as a virgin, and that all the other loads painting his guts were verified negative or undetectable will give us more assurance than ever. This is amazing guys!” (The crowd broke into ruckus applause and cheering before the MC continued) “Quiet everyone, quiet down. I’ve just received the final load count for each of our mares from the judges. Ashley was fucked by 8 guys and bred 6 loads. (polite clapping) Felix was fucked by 14 guys a total of 18 times, and bred an amazing 17 loads! (Much more vigorous clapping and cheering.) Looks like Ali has cleaned up here tonight guys; our virgin was fuck by all 15 guys, a total of 20 times. Clearly, he is a virgin no more. He finishes before midnight with 20 confirmed loads bred into his ass. (The crowd went wild! Only when the cacophony died down did the MC continue.) “So that’s it folks, Ali takes home $500 for being bred on the stroke of midnight, $5000 for taking the most loads! If he converts to poz in the next two weeks he get’s an additional $20,000. (Wild cheering and applause!) Alejandro takes home the $1000 prize for breeding on the stroke of midnight and a chance to get 1% of video sales if indeed he has knocked Ali up. Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion folks. Anyone that doesn’t want to take a chance on getting bred tonight, or bred again, has five minutes to clear the building. The next bell you here, the no holes bared bareback orgy begins.” I was in shock, but clear enough to know I had to get out, and fast!

As a bottom I agree and I don’t get to do it often enough. My favorite thing in a sex party once the action gets a little quiet is to find another bottom or whoever has a yummy ass and just go to town for 20-30 minutes. If he’s loaded… 💦🤤🐽 even better.

——- Josh ——- I woke up to my phone ringing. My head was hurting from the multitude of drinks I had last night. I hadn’t got home till almost 5am. I fell asleep as the first rays of sun broke the horizon. Mercifully the ringing stopped. I rolled onto my back and thought about last nights adventures. Me and a few friends hit up a new club then moved to an after hours place. Finally, I ended up at a sex party a cute boy at the after hours place told me about. At the sex party I managed to dump my dirty load in a hot raw otter. Before I impregnated him I fucked and precame in 4 other guys. It was a hell of a fun night. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my rock hard fat 7.5 inch uncut poz dick and began stroking myself thinking about how the boy begged for my cum not knowing it was charged. A bead of precum slipped out of my hole as I recalled the moans the otter was making as my fat cock worked his tight raw hole and prostate. His hole was so warm and tight. It felt like velvet around my cock. He moaned as I kissed his neck and stretched him open. My assault on his prostate made him shoot a huge load all over us. The feel of his tight hole squeezing my dick made me explode filling his boy hole with my own huge charged load balls deep. The metal imagine of his face as I dumped my dirty load in his ass made me shoot a huge load all over my abs. I was pulled from my post nut euphoria by my phone ringing noisily again. I groaned as I half rolled over to get my phone while trying not to get my cum on my sheets. The screen displayed “Mom”. That made me let out another groan. “Hello” I said in a very rough and gruff voice. I already had a very deep voice so the dryness of my throat made it even deeper. “Good afternoon sweat pea” the chipper voice greeted me using the nickname I’d been called all my life. “Good morning mom” I replied as I looked at my watch on the side table to verify the time. My parents lived on the other side of the country and where a few hours ahead of me. They had raised us to be up early and never waste the morning sleeping. But in my defense it was 11:30 am so it was still technically morning for me. “I hope your Saturday morning has been productive. Have you got everything ready for your brother?” She asked in her sweet voice that was also laced with a hint of the mom tone she used when she doubted us. While it annoyed me to be doubted, as usual she was spot on. My little brother Sam, how original for our parents to name us Joshua and Samuel, was coming to stay with me for at least 6 months. My genius kid brother, who was all of 21, had just graduated some prestigious tech program at MIT. He is starting a job next week at a giant tech company that is located in my city. In fact, my apartment isn’t far from their corporate campus. My parents had begged me to let him stay with me. They argued he was still young, never truly lived on his own, and needed someone to look after him. They said I’d be a good role model since I’d been “in the real world” for years. I’d always been very independent and hated living near my folks prying eyes. I had moved to the dorms freshman year and then to an apartment with friends the summer between freshman and sophomore year. I never moved back home. I loved my parents but they were just to vanilla and bland. They were religious, but thankfully not the crazy hate the gays kind, while I am more spiritual. They like book clubs (mom) and golf (dad) and idea of a exciting night is a trip to the local “upscale” chain Italian restaurant. We just ran in different worlds. I am 30 now and I moved across the country 5 years ago after I finished my doctorate of physical therapy program. I took the first job I could find on this side of the country to be able live in the area. I was drawn by the great weather, hot night life, popping gay scene, and it would make sure I kept my parents in the dark to my kinky piggy life. I took a spot with a PT practice out here right out of college. I have worked my way up and just a few weeks ago signed the paperwork that made me a junior partner in the practice. My client list includes celebrities, sports stars, and wealthy business moguls. I am very sought after and could of opened my own practice but I choose to let the managing partners do that extra work and just take the money so I could enjoy my life. Work hard play harder was pretty much my motto. Anyway back to my brother. My parents had called a few weeks ago when he’d got the job offer. It took over a week for them to convince me to agree to letting Sam move in. They tried offering money and dangling that Sam could help by “splitting the bills” as incentive but that didn’t work to well because like I said I make bank. Then they tried the family responsibility and guilt thing. That worked a bit better, they had paid for all my college so I was debt free in large part thanks to them. Finally, they pulled out the whole getting to know my brother better angle. He was a surprise baby and was 9 years younger than me. We didn’t have any shared friends or interests as kids. From the time he could turn on a iPad he had been sucked into the tech world. He started going to computer camps durning the summer at like age 10 or 11. In contrast I am more a low tech guy. I can work the basics but not interested in learning any more than that. When we had last spent significant time around each other he was a tween that was super smart but also a little socially awkward. Needless to say we weren’t fast friends. Since I moved away I visit home twice a year for 3 or 4 days at a time. During those visits if we weren’t having family meals or at an event or something Sam spent his time in his room with his computers. I love the kid but we really didn’t know each other well. I pretty sure he takes after my parents in the bland vanilla mold but figured it be good to get to know him a little bit. So I gave in and agreed to him moving in. The deal was he’d stay with me and I’d help get him oriented to the city and “being an adult” (my moms words). Then at 6 months if Sam was comfortable he could find his own place to live near me. “Yes mom I have everything ready. He won’t be here till Tuesday anyway.” I said trying to reassure her. It did anything but. “Tuesday!” She said raising the pitch of her voice. “His plane lands in 4 hours.” “No it doesn’t, Dad told me it was the 19th. I wrote it down in my planner” I said a little panicked myself. “Damn that man’s dyslexia. He must of got the 6 and 9 mixed up. I knew I should of checked with you yesterday but David told me to not pester you. But it’s too late to fret over that. You have to cancel you plans and get your brother!” She said starting to go into super mom mode. She always had everything planned out to the minute. I am really surprised it somehow slipped by that dad gave me the wrong date. Me and him are much more the pencil down the outlines and fill it in as you go types so it’s not surprising we didn’t notice. “Don’t worry mom. I don’t have any appointments today. I can get to the airport in time. Just text me the flight information.” I said as I set up on the edge of the bed using the calm tone I’d learned form dad for when mom got excited. “Don’t you use your dad’s patronizing tone with me.” She huffed before going back to her normal self. “I know you will handle it. I just worried about my baby being so far away. It’s hard for me to let go.” “I know mom. Don’t worry I will take care of the kid.” I said as I got out of bed naked and walked across the room to my master bathroom. “I know. We can count on you. He’s just so much more sheltered and reserved then you ever were. It makes me worry.” She said. “He will love it here. I will get him out of his shell.” I assured her. “I need to shower and stuff. I will text you when I get him from the airport. Talk to you later mom, love you.” “I love you too. Bye sweat pea!” She said and then the call ended. I took a long hard refreshing piss then turned on the glass walk in shower. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror evaluating my body as I did every morning. I worked almost every day and my body showed it. I was not a body builder or anything but I was very fit and cut. At 6’3 I was taller than most. I had dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes. My teeth were straight thanks to the braces I wore for years in middle school. They were also white, not the move star blind you white, but healthy and regularly looking white. My skin was tanned from my runs along the beach. My broad strong shoulders were next as I went down my body. Then my pecs and arms were next, both well muscled to compliment my body. My chest had a light dusting of hair. My back was well muscled while not being overwhelming. My abs were well defined and you could count all six. My waist was trim and only had just the barest touch of love handles. I noted to adjust my workout routine to address that. My v-line was still banging. The happy trail I kept groomed led down to the small maintained bush above my hog. It sat around 4 inches soft and was always plump. I was uncut and right now the skin hid my cock head. Below my dick sat a pair of very good sized balls that always shot huge toxic loads. Not bad for 30. I got in the shower and did a quick wash up. After I dried off I walked to the kitchen naked. I made myself a coffee and an quick cheese omelette which I ate as I reviewed some emails. After I finished eating I got dressed and went down to the parking garage and got in my Audi R8 Spyder. It was a beautiful spring day and I would of loved to ride my motorcycle but that wasn’t practical for Sam and his luggage. As a consolation I put the roof down to allow the sun and wind to blow as I drove to the airport. I parked in the appointed lot for pickups and walked into the terminal to meet my kid brother. His flight was due to land any minute. Traffic had been worse than I anticipated but I had made it before his plane touched down. I hadn’t seen him in over six months. Even then it was only quick sightings as he made brief appearances to eat dinner with us. He was in his last year of school and always seemed to have a project he needed to get back to. I scrolled on my phone as I waited for his plane to disembark and for him to make his way to the pickup area. I glanced up and had to do a double take. I recognized him by his face but the rest was a little bit of a shock. I hadn’t noticed how tall he had gotten as he was at least 6’1 now. He was in shorts and tank top which showed off his body. I observed that his arms were well muscled, he had broad shoulders, a waist that tapered to a trim V, and his legs were well muscled too. I could tell he had the same build the men in our family usually had but he also looked like he had put on some muscle since I last saw him in anything but pants and a full T-shirt or sweater. His face still had the usual innocent look to it. His bright blue eyes shinning but carrying that hint of shyness they always did. His golden brown hair was a mess as usual. His skin while a little pale looked healthy. I even got to see one of his small pink nipples as his tank slipped when he went to move the bag on his shoulder. My cock gave a bit of a jump seeing it. I love to lick and play with nipples. Especially if they were directly wired to a guys cock. Making a man hard by playing with his nips was so hot! Not that I’d ever thought about my brother that way. But objectively he was hot and if it weren’t for the whole brother thing I’d definitely had made a move. I got his attention and then walked across the room to him. We embraced in a tight hug. He smelled of body wash, deodorant, and just a little bit of must from the long flight. I also felt a rather large plump package pressed against mine as we hugged. “Hey there bro, let’s get your bags and get you back to the house. We can order some food and decompress. Sound good?” I asked as we broke our embrace. “Sure Joshie, that sounds good. I also need to shower the yuck off me.” He replied as I took one of his bags from him and we started to walk toward the exit. “Was the flight good? Is this all your stuff?” I asked realizing he only had his back pack and two suitcases with him. “The flight was fine. Long, but uneventful. This is all I brought with me on the plane. Mom shipped some stuff that should be here in a day or two. You know her, she wanted to make sure it all got here right so she arranged it all.” He said with the exasperated tone I knew all too well. “Yea, she can be a handful but she does it from a place of love.” I said as I reached up with my free hand and put it in his shoulder to give it a squeeze. His skin was warm and soft. “Yea, she does.” He replied as we got to my car and loaded his bags. It was a good thing he shipped the bulk of his stuff or my car would of been to small. We chatted pleasantly on the drive home. We got there and got his bags up to the room that would be his room. That’s when it hit me his bed wasn’t due to be delivered till Monday. I had moved in here a few months ago and hadn’t got the spare bedroom set up yet. “Ummm ok, confession Dad told me the wrong date on your arrival so your bed won’t be here till Monday. Along with the dresser and night stands. You can leave your bags in here. Until then you can sleep on the sofa or in bed with me. It’s a king so we’d have enough room.” I said realizing just how much I wasn’t prepared. He was quite for a minute and then just shrugged. “Yea that’s fine. Mom texted me about the mix up before we landed. It’s not a big deal. I can crash with you a few nights.” He said nonchalantly. “I need to use the bathroom and shower. Can you point me there and get me a towel?” He asked as he bent over and dig a shower bag from his luggage. His ass was perfect. Very round, looked firm but still with a good bounce, and just the perfect size. My cock did another little jump. “Sure. While you shower I can order us a pizza. Supreme ok?” I asked as I motioned him to follow me. “Yea that’s fine.” He said following me into the main bath that was for everyone but would be his while he lived here. I grabbed a couple towels from the cabinet and turned to hand them to him and was shocked again. He had already stripped of his clothes and was turning on the shower as he stood naked. While not as muscled as me his body was beautiful. Just the perfect muscle definition. Plus I got a quick look at the snake he had between his legs. It must of been 5-6 in soft, good and thick, hanging above a set of big balls. He had a very well trimmed patch of hair over his shaft. I looked away before he could notice. “I figured you wouldn’t care if I just dropped my clothes while you were still here. I mean we are men, brothers, and you are gay. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen.” He said as he laughed. “Yea, it’s cool. I actually stay naked most the time around the house. So dress how you want I mean it’s your place now too. Be comfortable.” I replied as I put the towels in the counter and made my way toward the door. “Cool bro. Thanks for the towels.” He said as he got into the shower. I got a sight of his incredible butt as he climbed in and closed the shower curtain. It made my cock stiffen and my mouth water. I closed the door and stood against the wall in the hall taking deep breaths. I don’t know what my body was thinking. That was my younger brother and he was straight. I needed to get a grip. ——————— Like most my stories this chapter and probably the next will be heavier on the scene setting then the sex. But don’t worry there is much of that to cum. I hope you enjoy the story!

I had that happen a few years ago. It was summertime and I was wearing baggy shorts and a jock strap. I was standing in line and felt a fart coming on and tried to hold it but it plopped out onto the floor anyway. Luckily no one was behind me but I’ve wonder if after I left there was an announcement made ‘Clear up at register 2, clean up at register 2!’

I had a play with a couple of guys after work at the good cruising park. One dude was fucking me and another guy appeared from between some bushes. The dude, who was fucking me, pulled out and blew his load, a shame, I would have taken it. Then the new guy stuck his cock in and fucked me for a minute and pulled out. I asked him if he was going to cum, but he zipped up and took off. Later on, I pushed out a load, so I guess the second guy just blew real fast, or the first guy shot a couple of spurts in me before he pulled out - ether way I got a load.

With spunk splotches on my dark blue trackie bottoms and travel home on the London Underground trains is just a badge of honour. Well, i think it is. I try to swallow as much as possible but a Top can spray wherever he wants to, right? Marking his territory. 😜

When fucking doggy I want the bottom to arch his back and not pull away (or push his ass back on my dick slightly as I’m thrusting).

There’s no right answer, only personal preferences. When I’m fucking doggy I need to control my sub so I prefer him to stay quite still. Having said that I’ve fucked so many different men, each with their own preferences and I’m proud to say I’ve seeded every one of them. When I’m fucking Drew doggy I lock him into my rhythm - I put my arm around his neck and pull him tightly into me. With each thrust I slam into his arse he pushes back to meet my cock and when I’m shooting my load he knows to push back hard until I’ve drained my balls inside him.

As a top, when my boy is doggy, he doesn't need to move much. Let me grip your hips and pound you as i wish. Sure you can move a bit, but let me in charge of the fucking When i'm laying on my back, then you could ride me and move on my dick as u wish.

Chapter 3 —— Josh ——- God why am I so warm!! I went to throw the light cover I slept with off me when I realized it was already gone. What was making me so warm was my brother wrapped around me like and octopus. He put off heat like a furnace. While I was warm it felt nice to have him wrapped around me. I wasn’t big on sleepovers and hadn’t let a guy do it in a while. But with Sam it felt good. Then he moved to get a little closer in his sleep and I felt a very large cock come to rest on my lower back and ass. I could tell it was heavy and long. I swore it also felt like it was just a little wet at the tip with precum, but that may have been wishful thinking. I stayed still trying not to wake him. I was tipsy when we went to bed last night and I remember now that we both decided to sleep naked. Thinking with a clear head now that may not have been the best idea. My crush on him is even bigger now that I have felt his big fat uncut cock laying against my ass. I started to harden thinking about what it might feel like to have him in my ass. Stretching my hole open. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed but my hole twitched at the idea of Sam in it balls deep and flooding me with his cum. I had to get out of this bed before I did something to my straight brother that I’d regret. I managed to slip out of the bed without him waking up. We have both always been very deep sleepers thankfully. After extracting myself from the bed I went to the bathroom to pee. It was still early, about 6:30. So after I finished I decided to go to the gym we had in the building for my workout while Sam slept. I got dressed and left a note on the bedside stand to let Sam know where I was. The trip down to the gym wasn’t long. It was always empty this time of day. I started with stretches and a jog on the treadmill to warm up. It was chest and abs day. I worked through my reps using various machines and weights. I worked up a good sweat over the 45 minutes it took me to complete my workout. I moved back to the treadmill to finish with my cardio. I usually ran around 2.5 miles in the 20 minutes. This morning I used my sexual desire for my naked hung hot brother in my bed to push my self and made it 3 miles in just under 21 minutes. It was around 8:15 am when I stepped off the treadmill drenched in sweat. It was still too early for anyone to be in the gym since it was a Sunday. I decided to indulge in one of my kinks, public nudity, by going to the sauna and stripping naked. I liked to end my workouts with a good sauna session. I love it even more when I could do it naked. As soon as I closed the door behind me I stripped naked. I laid my shorts on the bench and sit on them and laid my jock and shirt beside me. I had my head back and was enjoying the sweat and freedom when I heard the door open and close. I decided it was best to pretend I was asleep that way if the person was embarrassed or shocked by my nudity they could just leave. If they stayed I figured they’d potentially be up for some fun. After about two minutes without hearing the door open again I decided to open one eye and peak at who had come in. A hot guy wearing only workout shorts who looked to be in his mid 20s was sitting across from me. He looked to be of Latin descent, had nice light brown skin, his hair was a dark brown or black and had it on his head, his pits, and just a small patch on his chest. He looked to be average height and fit from what I could tell in the low light. One thing for sure was he was sexy and from the way he was staring at my crotch he was definitely interested. I decided to test just how interested he was. I kept up my cover of being asleep and just moved a bit while my hand slipped from my thigh and landed beside my soft cock and balls. That contact was just enough to get my cock to start growing. It slowly filled and hardened till it got to 7.5 inches and full thickness. My foreskin slipped back and relieved my nice fat mushroom head. I heard my new companion almost whimper when the head became fully visible. “If you want it that bad get over here and suck it baby.” I said with my eyes still closed. “Ummm… I don’t umm… I am not…. ummm” he stammered. “Fuck it.” I heard what sounded like the removal of shorts followed by warm breath on my dick. Then a strong grasp around my cock as his tongue made contact with the head of my cock. He slowly ran it around the edges of my head where it meet the shaft as one of his hands continued to grip my cock and the other started to play with my balls. The attention made my dick stand rock hard and I started to leak precum. He moaned as his tongue swiped over my cock head and tasted my charged seed. He then took my head in his mouth and started to work his way down to the base. He slowly got my cock deeper into his warm wet mouth. He started to really go to town as he purposely gag himself on my dick. Forcing it as far as he could then holding it there till he couldn’t hold his breath any longer at which point he’d pull up to the tip and take a breath. He’d then repeat it again going deeper. He never got to the last 1/4 of it down his throat (very few have ever taken it balls deep) but he sure did try. I pulled him up to me and positioned him so that he was sitting on my lap facing me and took the back of his head into my hand as I kissed him. He was reluctant at first but then melted into it and opened his mouth so I could slip my tongue in and make out with him. He moaned as my hand ran over his body as we made out. I moved my hand down to his ass and massaged and squeezed his cheeks. He then adjusted himself so I could reach further down and open his crack. When my finger hit his hole he moaned deeper into my mouth. I took that as a green light and used the sweat I had built up on my hands as lube to slip one finger into his hole. I went slow because I could tell from how tight he was his hole wasn’t used regularly. I did this for a about a minute before I lifted him and then turned us around and bent him over the bench so his knees were in the lower bench and his chest and head over the upper bench were my sweaty jock was laying. I kneeled down behind him and spread cheeks open. His tight rosebud was perfect. Just a touch of hair. It winked at me as I blew on it. He moaned loudly when my tongue touched it and continued to moan as I ate his hot sweaty hole. I made sure to get it good and wet so I could easily slip my fat uncut poz cock into him bare. His hole opened even more as I began alternating eating and fingering him. I soon got up to 3 fingers I knew he was ready. I stood up and spit on my dick. Then jerked it to coat myself with the spit and poz precum I’d been leaking the whole time I’d been playing with his hole. I lined my cock head up with his hole as I bent over and started kissing the back of his neck. I also reached a hand around and wrapped it around his 6.5 in uncut cock. I slowly applied increasing pressure to his hole till my fat cock head popped in. He moaned and whimpered at the same time from the pain and pleasure. I gave it a few seconds before I moved. Then I slowly inched myself deeper into his extremely tight hole. I had to hold back my load on a couple occasion as I was doing this. His hole was so warm and tight (and he was squeezing this his hole) it was almost to much. Once I knew he was open I began to pick up the pace. Fucking deeper, harder, and faster. We were both moaning and grunting. He began to meet my strokes with his ass making that hot slapping noise every time I went balls deep. Our sweaty bodies against each other as my poz dick leaked huge amounts of charged precum into his hole. After only a few minutes I felt his cock flex in my hand right before he shot a huge load all over the bench. His hole tightened even more around my dick sending me over the edge. With one final downstroke I filled him full of my poz babies. Flooding his ass with highly viral toxic cum balls deep!!! I rested on his back for a few moments before I slipped my now half hard cock from his hole. I slapped him on the ass as I collected my clothes. “You know how to suck and got a great ass boy!” Was all I said before I left the sauna with my clothes in my hand. In the gym area I used my shirt to clean the cum off my cock and then put on my shorts. I rode the elevator up to my apartment in just my shoes and shirt. When I got to my room Sam was still sleeping but now he was spread out over the bed on his back uncovered. His massive 9 inch hard cock standing rigidly in the air. I went straight to the bathroom to avoid the temptation to take him in my throat. I stripped leaving my clothes on the floor and got into the shower. I took a good long shower and washed the sweat and cum off me. I wondered who I had just fucked and probably pozzed up. I hadn’t seen him before and had no clue who he was but I hope I had a chance to fuck that sweat hole again. As I got out and was drying off Sam walked groggily into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was still half hard as he aimed his cock at the bowl and let rip a strong stream. He looked over his shoulder at me and did the universal nod. “Good morning Sammy. I am going to make some coffee and an omelette. Would you like one” I asked as I hung my towel on the rack. “Yea, one with just cheese please Joshie” he replied with a shit eating grin knowing that nickname irritated me. I walked over behind him, my naked body just inches from him, as I looked over his shoulder. “Ok, one cheese omelette and coffee coming up. Remember don’t shake that monster more than twice or you are playing with it little bro.” I slapped his ass making him jump and his stream jump out of the bowl for a second before he corrected it. He gave me a dirty look as I smiled mischievously walking out of the bathroom. I put on some boxer-trunks to cook in before leaving the bedroom. As I gathered the ingredients I heard the shower turn on in my bathroom and wondered lustfully what shower sex with Sam would be like as I prepared our breakfast. ————————— I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come!!! Thank you for the support and feedback!

I love to walk out of a booth into a crowded XXX bookstore with cum on my face / in my beard. It's even better to walk thru a packed bar that way. I get off on the humiliation. And it's a good way of advertising what I am.

It started sometime in 2008. I had always been a barebacker, hating condoms from the first time I used one. Something about the latex just didn't feel right, whether I was fucking or being fucked. Mostly being fucked. I was and still am a bottom. I sometimes topped, but only if the conditions were right and I was really in the mood. In early 2008, I met my boyfriend. I had convinced myself, after yet another STD scare, that I was going to be a good boy, use protection, and try to find a boyfriend rather than cruising dark beats and going home with cum in my ass from someone whose name I didn't even know. Outside of the bedroom, my boyfriend and I were a great match. We liked the same kind of movies, similar sense of humour, and all the rest. However, inside the bedroom I was bored out of my mind. Even after we'd been together a few months, he refused to fuck me without throwing a raincoat over his dick. He was not open to negotiation, and wouldn't give in to my "just this once" pleas, or "it's my birthday". He'd heard too many stories of people doing that and regretting it. So, I tried to get used to my new life as a condom user in a monogamous relationship. Then, I slipped up. I was walking from work to the bus stop one day and I went past a well-known beat in my city. I remembered the good old days when I used to visit at least two or three times a week. I told myself that they were just memories and I wasn't allowed to go inside, and that I needed to go to the bus stop and go home. I was still telling myself this as I walked into the public toilet block. Then I told myself I'd just look around for old times' sake. I would just see who was around, maybe watch for a bit, and then leave with my monogamy intact. But it's a public toilet, so it's weird if you just stand around watching, so I had to go over to the urinal and get my dick out. My dick that was more than half hard at this stage. I assume it recognised the surroundings and remembered how much fun this place could be. I had only been there a minute or so when i heard footsteps approaching. A guy walked up to the urinal and stood right next to me, and said "I haven't seen you in a while". It was a former regular of mine. Great dick, knew how to use it. He liked fucking me and managed to get his load inside me every time we met. I told him that I was just there to look and that I was monogamous with my boyfriend, so I really shouldn't even be there. He said we could just play with each other then, surely there's no harm in that, and my boyfriend would never know. He grabbed my dick and I took hold of his. Feeling it in my hand reminded me of how much I liked it. He was longer and thicker than my boyfriend and it felt so hot to touch it again. He said that we should move into the bigger cubicle. This toilet block had a large open trough style urinal and 3 cubicles, one of which was larger to accommodate people with mobility issues. It was in the corner and more private. He said that it would be safer in there because we wouldn't be seen, and then no one would know I'd been there. It seemed sensible to me. I didn't want to get caught, and I did want to keep holding and playing with his cock. Once in the cubicle, he whispered in my ear how nice it used to feel when I used to take his cock in my mouth. I said that it would be wrong, and he pointed out that we were in a cubicle together, with our cocks out, and a light bit of sucking isn't really much more anyway. I was horny, and I guess I didn't really need much convincing, so I bent over and sucked his cock. It tasted delicious, his cock feels so good inside my mouth. While I was bent over sucking him, he loosened my belt and lowered my trousers and underwear. I looked at him, and said that I really wouldn't be able to let him fuck me, that would definitely be crossing the line. He said he wouldn't, just that he had better access to my dick and could finger my ass and make me feel good. It did feel good, so I let him do it. I was sucking him, he was wanking me and his fingers were playing with my hole. I hadn't felt this horny or hot in months. He stood me up and turned me around so that he was hugging me. He said he wanted to hold me like that for a bit. He continued playing with my cock, and his cock was pushing against my ass. I said again that we couldn't fuck because that would be cheating. He replied "do you remember how good it felt when I was inside you?" I said "Yes, it was amazing, but I'm not allowed to do it anymore". He said "If you were allowed, would you let my cock in your ass?" "Yes, of course" I replied "So you do want me in there, don't you?" "Yes, but I really shouldn't" With that, he pushed a bit harder and with the combination of sweat, spit, and precum, his cock found its target and he was inside me again. The feeling was indescribable. This is what I'd been missing. A big raw cock thrusting in my hole. I was in heaven. I snapped out of it and said "We can't do this. I'm not allowed, and you're not wearing a condom". He said "I'm only doing what you want me to do. This is what you want, isn't it?" "Yes, but " "No buts. You want this, and I can tell that you need this. I won't tell your boyfriend. We've gone this far now anyway, you're enjoying it and I'm enjoying it. We may as well continue". The pleasure of him fucking me overruled any inhibitions I had at that stage so I let him continue. He continued to fuck me and jerk me off. This was the best sex I'd had in months. All too soon my balls drew up and my cum shot across the cubicle and painted the opposite wall. Moments later, faster thrusts, heavy breaths, and a final grunt told me that he's just painted the inside of my ass. He pulled out, we cleaned up, and left the toilet block. I went to the bus and went home with his load inside me. I felt guilty and promised myself that it was a once-off and I'd never go back to that spot. It was a momentary lapse of judgement and I promised myself that I'd be monogamous again.

Was looking at some videos and what I've noticed is that bottoms when in doggie they sit mostly still, as in just taking the pumping from the top and no moving against the tops dick or do much.as in just servicing the top and let him control everything. So mostly for tops the ask is if that's how you like it, or do you want for the bottom to also move, or clench his sphincter as you are pushing? Not sure on the pattern for other positions, would like to hear your thoughts

As a bottom it depends. If I ask him to fuck me I'll do most of the work. If he asks to fuck me he does most of the work.

On Stephanie Ruhle (MS Now), Michael McFaul just said, “Sure Venezuelans popped champagne when Maduro was deposed. They are not celebrating Trump’s US control or his plan to take the oil.” (paraphrased)

Pandora must have a really big box.

Had you asked me back at the outset how many people it might one day be, I wouldn't have ever thought of this number? I also didn't target myself towards achieving something like that. I've had the same friend, since 15, and we largely mirrored each others sexual activity from that age until I moved away in 15 (then after that just in separate states). We were talking on the phone and a post like this had come up on BZ, and I asked him "do you know your body count?" His response "getting fucked, fucking, oral also?) we zeroed in on anal (top or bottom). We build an excel spreedsheet with every quarter of the year listed over that time period, estimated a weekly average (it changed during certain years/times of year), then added "bonuses" or events that we could remember (going to Folsom, Cumunions, sex parties...). We both knew it was going to be high but I don't think we thought it would be that high. We waited to add up the column until the end. The range came from us questioning our weekly average during certain times....I generally stick with 8000-9000 which is 4-5 a week for 31 years which spread the "EVENTS" over the average. Even at 3 a week which is for sure low, that's still about 5000. So it was a math exercise more than anything...

That really depends on the top. I had many tops who loved it when I showed initiative and started to ride them back when they fucked me doggy or stradled them and bounced on their cock. I'm older now so I don't usually stradle guys anymore LOL! You need to "read" the top. Some don't want you to move at all when he fucks you. Others do like a bottom who is a bit more active.

This is my 1st person account of a set of events and one core event in which I was a primary participant. I think I’ve done a good job at being correct, truthful, and honest, and told the story to the best of my ability in a way that reflects those days in 2010. One week after the core event concluded, Jason (Ethan in the story), Jacob, Alex and I went to dinner to debrief on the experience and make sure we were in a positive space with each other. There was no reason to feel otherwise. We were all happy and hugged as I departed the house at the end of the 6 days. We had a wonderful dinner. I learned that this all came about because Jason had dated Jacob for a while, who had long ago dated Alex – this is how they one day accidentally came together and started talking about this idea. They were all huge BDSM fans and had the skills, money, and organizing skills to pull of something like this. At the dinner, we all had such amazing smiles on our face, we were laughing, and smiling, they told me some of the things that hadn’t quite gone to their plan – like the piss party on night which was intended to be invite only but turned in a free-for-all (I didn't know what was supposed to happen one way or the other). Don't worry, The Dominants took care of the situation and things were solved by the next day. I don’t know who said it, but as four intelligent thoughtful introspective gay men sat around a table, someone asked “so, did we learn anything?” I remember responding almost instinctively and saying “I need more time to process that. I learned that when you can’t see, a lot can go on in your head. I built trust with you guys. It’s deeper than that, but I can’t talk about it right now cuz I don’t have the words.” I’m sad I responded that way because I think I mentally shut down thinking about the event ever again in a deeper way, until writing this. I wish I could call Jason, Jacob, and Alex and talk to them so many years later about what they remember, share with them what I’ve written, and reconnect. Sadly, 4 months after that dinner, Jason committed suicide. Underlying the suicide was the tragic and unexpected death of both his mother and father and his untreated depression and other undiagnosed but compounding mental challenges. He was a kind, funny, brilliant, compassionate, multi-faceted sex pig who in that area of life alone, was confidant. He knew his kinks and sexuality were outside of the “norm” and he embraced it and showcased it with pride. I didn’t know until after he died that when I went out with him on that date, my friends were all like “this is either gonna be a match made in heaven, or there gonna kill each other with dildos.” I’m gonna go with heaven. Also sadly, about 2 years after that dinner, Jacob died in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. The day I found this out was the last time I spoke to Alex. He was never a social media person even in those early days, I attempted to find him and have so far not been able to. So, this story will remain mine to tell, and as much as writing this down has given me joy, it reminds me of the loss of three people with whom I share a unique experience of significance in my life. An experience that cannot be duplicated and will never be replaced. For years I have jokingly talked about this experience as a “crazy date” and “the week I got locked in a dog cage” with friends and family. I've talked with gay people and straight people, those within the fringe sex community and those that aren't. Some of my straight friends will say sometimes when referring to a bad experience “at least you didn’t get locked in a dog cage.” In writing this, I recognized how much I had suppressed about the actual experience and much calling the "dog cage date" dramatically oversimplified and even disrespected the time that we shared. I think I have some unaddressed trauma over the loss of two of the three people, and the disappearance and disconnection from the third which occurred shortly thereafter. I’m choosing to tell the story and what that experience taught me and do so in a narrative fashion. I am thankful for Jason, Jacob, and Alex for their thoughtfulness creating this experience and including me. For thinking of what we learn about ourselves in every situation, even if it’s a really charged sexual experience. For keeping me safe, giving me the ability to experience things in a different way than I had ever in the past sexually – even if the activity were the exact same. This is for you, appropriately posted on a site called “Breeding Zone” which seems incredibly fitting – on the edge of sexuality, pushing boundaries, having fun, and always making sure the submissive bottom gets “many many many many loads.” Much love. PART 1 HERE

But Venezuelan drugs aren’t coming to the US in any significant quantity. Venezuela’s drug export is mostly cocaine heading to Europe. (And the US seems to think coke is passé. His “Corpulence” (as you call him 🤣) hasn’t a clue about how the oil industry works. Even if the oil could be pumped out tomorrow, it wouldn’t help the US. Oil prices would collapse if Venezuelan oil (our oil now, supposedly) were to flood the market.US oil executives would be irate, and Mohammed bin Salman has an affinity for dismembering those who cross him. Good point. But I seriously doubt that Donnie was the ringleader. He likely asked Stephen Miller how to brush the Epstein files off the headlines. Donnie can’t think of these things himself. He’s to busy building his ballroom and putting his name on places it doesn’t belong. Amen! Is Iceland on the To Do list now? I can’t keep up. 🤬 That gives me a bit of hope, but what are those ways? *** My thoughts: Putin now has the perfect justification for capturing Zelensky. Marco was probably pushing this action. He’d love to cut off Cuba’s access to Venezuela’s oil. As the Olympics committee banned Russia from competition, it should do the same to the US. (But I really want to watch Ilya win his gold!)

Maybe one day, I’ll remember to start proofreading before posting. Today is not that day. 🤷‍♂️

A good fisting top..listens and watches his pig for his cues to explore deeper and with more fingers. Good lube and hitting that prostrate to intensify the rush always gets a pig to open up. Progress should be slow, sleazy and careful. It’s intensely hot for both.

I'm from PNW (Seattle) as well. Too much oils, incense, etc. And old school Birkenstocks - the types with the cork bottoms 🙂 I NEVER understood "massage" as a catalyst for sex. It's a catalyst for a nap.

Once after sucking a guy off at an ABS I went to a McDonalds and didn't know I had a glob of cum in beard. I didn't realize this till after I ate and went to the men's room and looked in the mirror. I even ask him as we driving back to pick up my car, "Do I have any cum on my face?" He replied, "no," I guess maybe that was his way to mark his territory or maybe just to humiliate his cocksucker.

Scored free tickets to the Capital's hockey game last night. Asked a bud if he was interested for a little Heated Rivalry date night. He came over after the game and decided he needed to ride my cock. He came while I seeded his hole. We had a whisky after that led to round two of me seeding him. And two more loads, overnight. I haven't dumped four loads in a bum in years, but he was the lucky recipient last night. May ass one more before work this morning. So yeah, maybe I do too.

Author's Note: If you are starting this journey, I highly highly highly encourage you to start with the Sorrowful Author's Note. This could have easily been the first chapter or an Epilogue, but because I wrote it raw and not as a narrative, I chose to include as a note instead. Please read it. It will help to explain some things through the course of the next many chapters. It was late spring 2010 in Seattle. I was 31 at the time, 5’10”, 170lbs, athletic and fit and a very active and competitive cyclist. I was in great shape physically and mentally. I kept myself very well groomed – cropped haircut that looked both professional and casual, clean shaven. I dressed like a modern professional at work, and an early 30s modern gay in my downtime. I had a beautiful condo overlooking Lake Union, and close connections with friends and family. I looked very much like the boy next door who had grown up and into a successful career after his time at university and lived a comfortable city life. I worked along with 130,000 other people, and a large percentage of other Seattle gays at one of Seattle’s largest companies. “The Company” Because so many of the Seattle gay social scene worked at my company and a couple others, it meant we drank, dated, partied, clubbed, fucked, and socialized with many of the same people inside and outside of work. Everyone knew everyone, or knew someone who had slept with someone who had once dated someone…and someone always knew something about someone who had once dated the person you were interested in. There were entire blogs written by gay Seattle under pseudonyms sharing the juicy details about events or parties of all kinds, or take-down sites that shared rumors to avenge a grudge. It was Gossip Girl, Gay Seattle style. Appearance wise and professionally, I was a catch. I was involved in the gay social circles, but I was also somewhat of a pariah. By this time in 2010, I had been out of the closet for nearly two decades (15 years) and had had more bareback sex than probably fifty of the people I knew combined. I hooked up regularly with people off Craigslist and frequented Club Z and Basic Plumbing. I was known for liking “dirty” things like wearing harnesses, using dildos, and piss. Over the course of the years, all of this had become part of my persona that people talked about with everyone else but me. I honestly didn’t really care. There was nothing I could do to erase what they believe they knew, and regardless of how they got their information about me, a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean they liked it. It did make any attempts at dating futile. Despite being adamantly against condom-sex and having a strong appetite for non-“vanilla” sex, first dates for me often involved overcoming rumors and perceptions. “Do you really bareback?” “You go to Club Z, isn’t that place just all people with HIV doing drugs?” I wasn’t even positive at this point. First dates spent explaining these things are a clear indicator things aren’t going to work. So I focused on what I knew I did well and really liked doing…sex. My kind of sex. I was still active socially, but instead of accepting date invites or asking guys out, I’d go home and cook dinner, find some dick on Craigslist, get a load, and go to sleep………… ----------------------------- I hadn't met Ethan before, and we didn't have any work interaction at "the company.” I would come to find out that we also had very few friends in common, which was a rare thing for those that were gay in Seattle AND worked at the company. We were both asked by our separate organizations to work on a special cross-company project along with several others and started having daily multi-hour project meetings and working sessions that would last past dinnertime. I thought he was attractive, and we didn’t need to tell each other we were gay. We were as flirty as you can be in a professional environment in front of colleagues by our second day on the project. Ethan was a presence. He was 6’4” or 5” – muscular but still had a softness to his lines and contours. His arms were muscly. He had a trim waste, big chest, big butt and thighs. He had a cropped haircut of very dark almost black hair. He had a great smile filled with shocking white teeth contrasting with his light but still olive complexion. He dressed like a well dressed Italian – fitted shirts and polos, expensive jeans and fitted pants. He was funny and told amazing jokes, was polite and kind with his words. He had the type of confidence that you love to see in people…not ever bordering on arrogant but secure in himself. We hit it off and at the end of the second week of the project, we decided to drive back to the city and go have a drink. The palpable sexual energy grew while he rubbed my leg while sitting next to each other on bar stools. At the end of round one he had migrated his hand all the way to right between my legs and underneath my balls and we had kissed briefly. We drove back to his place and had really amazing sex. Ethan had a really nice dick – big enough to be notable compared to others. It was like the perfect dick. It was a Goldilocks dick. I didn’t give a shit about where we were going as a couple but I’m going to do everything to remain friends… He had been behind me eating my hole and then suddenly there was lube slathered across my hole. He moved very quickly and the very next thing I knew, his dick was pushing against the center of my hole playfully. And then in one aggressive and committed move, he pushed his dick all the way in and kept pushing until my hole was wrapped around the base of his dick. I moaned and squirmed a bit – that was not a typical maneuver for most tops so it was completely unexpected. He settled into a normal rhythm of fucking me, occasionally smacking my ass, and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in. I could feel my hole being worked and stretched and I was moaning and asking him for more. Over probably 25 minutes, he came three times back-to-back inside of me. I could feel each one as his dick twitched and he gave extra power to thrust deep inside me to bury his load. He eventually pulled out and before I could move from my hands and knees position to lay down, he started working my hole with his fingers. Before I knew it he had all five fingers in my hole and was working to get his hand deeper inside me. He kept going for over 10 minutes until I was comfortable up to the widest part of his hand. He continued to work but after many minutes of this we stopped, both of us exhausted. We collapsed side by side. “That was fucking awesome. It was fucking hot being inside you.” “Damn dude, that was one helluva fuck! I can’t believe you came three times!” “It’s a curse. Even when I jerk off I cum multiple times! So, I fucked you raw. Sorry about that. I’m not a condom guy. I’m negative and don’t have any STDs.” “Dude, I only fuck without a condom. It’s fine with me. Me too on the test results. I want you to do that when we fuck again!” He grabbed my hand and rolled to his side to look at me. We both looked like two gays who just had amazing sex. A sheen of sweet across our bodies, hair disheveled, smiling. “So no condoms. Yeah, I really hate them. I know it’s not a popular opinion but…ah well! I got a lot of unpopular opinions. I don’t share them all that much because Seattle gays are so fucking judgy!” We talked a bit about the Seattle gay scene and being part of it, but also outsiders as well. We had a real connection in that way. “So what else do you like to do…like…in terms of sex and fucking?” We talked for about an hour about all the things we had in common sexually and shared some interesting stories from our past. We got along great on a multitude of levels……………………….. ----------------------------- Over the next several weeks, we continued to hook up but I wouldn’t say either of us thought of it as dating. In fact, frequently we’d get together after the gym after work, fuck, and then go out to sushi or a restaurant after. It was effortless. We had an obvious attraction for each other, but we were not forcing things in to a “dating” or “relationship” box. We hooked up at work a few times – I’d go to his building or he’d come to mine, or we’d meet somewhere on campus. He’d also occasionally send me “dares” via instant message. “I dare you to piss in a coffee cup and then carry it around with you to meetings for the rest of the day” or “Go jerk off in the bathroom on to your hand and send me a picture of you eating it.” I completed all of the dares. It was nice to have a friend I had things in common with that I could be myself around and also have great sex with……………………………………………… ----------------------------- About three months after our first “date,” the company announced a special “bonus” for all employees – a full week paid week off. Different organizations would have different weeks, but Ethan and I would come to find out that our organizations had the same week assigned for our bonus week. We hadn’t talked the week prior to the “bonus week” because I think everyone was scrambling to get stuff done so we could enjoy the time off. I had planned on staying home, doing projects around the house, seeing family…. just relaxing. That became boring by Saturday mid-day when I got a call from Ethan. “What are you up to?” It was a beautiful late spring day, blue skies, warm but not hot. He invited me over to his house to have some drinks outside on the deck. He had a beautiful hose overlooking the water. I started to change clothes and was about to leave but stopped at the door and decided I should douche just in case. I didn’t think this was a bootie call but it’s better to be prepared than sorry. I got to Ethan’s and he opened the door and he walked towards me, wrapped his big arms around me, and lifted me off the ground and spun around on his front porch. He was in a very good high energy mood, and it was palpable. He made some vodka sodas and after a few rounds, shooting the shit, we both had a nice buzz. He came back with one more around and after setting them down walked behind my chair and started squeezing my shoulders repeatedly. His touch was firm and penetrating, but not painful. My body was already tingling. He then reached over further and ran both his hands down the front of my torso, continuing his hand all the down until he reached the waist of my jeans. The pressure of his hands was again firm and penetrating and I felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing else but to get naked and climb on to his dick. He stood back up and walked to his chair and sat down, looking over at me. “I really like that we can talk about all the things we talk about. I don’t get to do that with many people. They’re either freaked out, intimated, scared, or part of the ‘safe only’ crowd.” I could relate. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t even get to talk about stuff like this because half the time, people have already heard about me from someone else.” “So, you really like…?” (he listed out a bunch of the stuff we had talked about) “Yeah, really, I do. I wish I had more of it. Sometimes it’s hard enough to find someone to fuck without a condom, let alone piss on you…as an example.” “Totally. I just keep being up front about it and fuck the judgy assholes………so………how do you feel about like bondage, restraints, gags, things like that. I know we talked a little about it but are you in to it?” I told him how I had restraints, harnesses, gags, restraints myself but only rarely used them during longer fuck sessions. Ethan told me he liked using them as often as possible. “Can I show you something? Come with me and take a look at this.” We entered the house and walked into the living room. Tucked in to an alcove you wouldn’t see unless you stood in the living room (which I’d not done on previous visits) was this MASSIVE black trunk. It appeared to be covered in leather, had silver hardware and handles, and was just massive in size. At least two people could sit inside. Covered with embossed black leather with silver hardware and handles, filling the entire width of the alcove and approximately 4 feet tall. It was massive. It was a beautiful statement piece and was strangely very different than the rest of the furniture I’d seen at his house. “That thing is huge. Where did you get it?” He had purchased it when a famous hotel in New York had closed several years prior. It was one of the statement pieces they had in their lobby. He opened the trunk. I was speechless and stood there with my hand raised to cover my mouth, eyes wide trying to take in everything in front of me. Inside, and very neatly organized, were an array of all things “sex” - dildos, buttplugs, anal beads. All types of restraints and harnesses, ball gags, different types of rope, chains, locks. There was a thing I would learn was called "the humbler" which looked like a symmetrical paddle with a hole in the middle. There was some plastic tubing and a box shaped “bucket.” Nipple clamps, cockrings, ball stretchers. There was a control panel with dials and a cord next to a ziplock bag of smaller cords which I assumed had to be some fancy eStim device. It wasn't just like he had one of some of these items, he had multiple. And it was so meticulously organized. You probably couldn't go into a sex store and find as much inventory. We were standing side by side and he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “Whadya think?” He seemed genuinely excited to show it to me and hear my response. My eyes were wide because I was taking it all in, I had a grin on my face. I was impressed and said so to Ethan: "This is really fucking impressive. You have like EVERYTHING! And it's all so organized. All my gear is in a duffle back in the closet and every time you want anything you have to dump the whole bag out and scrounge around on the floor just to find a cockring! I'm jealous!" "Don't be jealous! (he switched gears really quick) I thought maybe we could carve out some time to work on our deliverables sometime this week even though we're not working. What do you have going on this week...anything?" "Not a damn thing - I don't want to do anything that I thought I would tackle so I'm probably just gonna watch TV and play XBOX." "So no family anything, no dates, no meet ups with friends?" (I remember thinking he was asking for a lot of specificity but it didn't alarm me...Ethan was a business analyst so his job is to probe for details. But the change in focus from sex toys to my week-off schedule was abrupt. In retrospect, I understood his interest for my full week’s schedule.) "Nope!" "Cool, well, you wanna have some fun and play with some of this shit. You cool with a little Dom/Sub action? I'll be the Dom since you don't know what half this shit is probably." "Fuck yeah! This is hot as fuck. Are you gonna fuck me full of cum again too? I want some more of that." "Hell yeah, trust me, you'll get plenty of cum." (to be continued .... as of the date of publication 12/27/2025 - 22 additional Parts have been written with a plan for 18 more)

GAME ON (part VII) Character review; Alejandro: only toxic stallion Felix: sex worker mare. Ashley: Twink mare. Ali: Iranian Cub mare. Alejandro’s thoughts: We were down to the last half hour, and I had finally made my decision by eating out each of the mare contestants’ asses. The twink’s was hairless, which is just not my style or taste. Besides, it was clear he was in a foul mood and showed absolutely no gratitude or manors. The sex workers ass was tasty and had a decent amount of hair. He was at the top of my list, but I thought I should at least give the cub a chance. Oh my god! Was I glad I did. Hairy cheeks and hole that are my favourite turn on and inspiration to poz. Besides he had the tastiest combination of tangy metallic blood, ass juices and cum soup with a hint of garlic. Yummy beyond compare. I should have shoved into him right away but I wanted to aim for the stroke of midnight breeding prize. A fellow cub who might also be Iranian took over after me and took so long I was afraid I might have missed my chance. I watched on desperately because I only had until midnight to plant my toxic load and had decided there was no way in hell one of the other two were getting it. I was totally focused on my ‘bull’s eye’, and it was this sweet Iranian ass that had arrived tonight as a virgin and had received so many raw cocks and loads in his mouth and ass. He deserved the prize money and my special toxic gift. Ashley’s thoughts: I couldn’t wait for this fiasco to be over. I knew I hadn’t received very many loads yet feared I had been pozed; Ben’s dream, not mine. At twenty minutes to midnight, I had my first sign of hope that something might be salvaged from this disaster. A big hairy bear with a short but incredibly thick cock plunged into me. My guts had already been torn but the girth of this bear had ripped me open even more. He gave a great fuck, and if I was going to convert, I at least wanted one of my last poundings to make sure the virus had a clear path into my blood stream. That wasn’t the best part. He gave a great and long-lasting fuck! As the hands of the clock past five minutes to the hour I believed my chances of us winning the timing prize were looking better by the second. At one minute to the hour he blasted away into me, and I willed the other two tops to overshoot the clock by at least two minutes with every cell of my brain power. Ali’s thoughts: At half hour to midnight, I was receiving the most glorious ass eating and tongue fucking. Once again, a new experience that had me regretting I had waited so long to embrace my sexual urges. I assumed that he was preparing me for his fuck, so I was quite surprised when he stepped away and another man stepped in quickly to take his place. At first I was very pleased to see such a handsome well-built cub with my colouring and skin tone; then, my blood froze as I took in his two tattoos! Both very tasteful and expertly done. I would have considered them beautiful body art if I hadn’t recognized them and their meaning so quickly. On his collar bone in delicate elegant Arabic script was the religious name Mohammed. Quite evident even through his dark thick chest hair, On the left side of his neck in even smaller Arabic text his name Hannah (which means John) and his address. These tattoos told me this stallion about to have me in a very vulnerable position was Iraqi! All four of my grandparents, most of my aunts and uncles and older cousins had been killed in the 1980’s Iraqi Iranian war. It is the reason my parents had fled to Briton where I was eventually born. I was raised to hate people from Iraq. This young man like me would have been born well after the war, but his neck tattoo followed the tradition of Iraqi solders. The tattoo and address visible so that if they were killed in the war someone would know where to send their body. My legs and arms were restrained in the sling; I had no way to defend myself against my mortal enemy. His right hand started to move toward my face. At least it was not in a fist. A finger touched my lip and for some reason I opened my mouth. Two of his fingers were inserted. Was he going to try to rip my jaw? Should I chomp down and bite them? Yet something restrained me and as his fingers gently touched my tongue the voice of Allah came to me through and image of my favorite aunt (long dead, she had been the only relative that had shown me any loveand.) “Relax my son. This man doesn’t want to hurt you. He has been sent as a bridge of peace for our two peoples and for your inner being. Trust him, as you have learned to courageously trust your longings. I love you, my child.” Indeed, these fingers were giving me pleasure. His face was gentle and kind. My blood warmed and my body relaxed. His next move was to free my hard cock from the pouch of my jock strap. For the first time ever a mans mouth took in my excited manhood. The heat and moisture and sucking motion overwhelmed me, and I was soon flooding his mouth with my semen. He drank it down like it was the finest wine. When he came off, he moved up to plant a passionate kiss on my mouth. Our tongues entwined in a dance of angels, and I could taste my own cum. Why had I never tried it before? As his erect cock head teased my wet hole he whispered into my ear in Farcy ; “Are you ready?” I just nodded and watched in wonder as his 6 inches steadily got sucked into my anal canal. He was soon in to the hilt. What followed was not fucking like I had been enjoying with so many men, he was making love to me. We were making love to each other. Slow, relaxed immersive love. I wasn’t aware of anything or anyone else, our eyes were gazing deep into each other’s souls, and our kisses were passionate and tender. I have no idea how long this time in paradise lasted. I just knew when he asked if I was ready that I gently nodded my head and asked him to cum inside me. I could feel every plus of his tool in my guts and an anal orgasm erupted taking my breath away. The man who had eaten my ass asked my Iraqi stallion if he was done and almost ripped my lover out of and away from me. Before I could even thank Allah, this impatient man pushed his substantial manhood into me and was almost instantly breeding my ass. His convulsions corresponded with the twelve rings of bells indicating the stroke of midnight. Felix’s thoughts; As midnight approached a strapping muscular bald man was giving my ass and body great pleasure with his massive meat. I had one eye on his confident smile and another on the second hand of the official clock. I could tell he was getting very close and used every trick of my ass muscles to milk him at the exact moment of the stroke of midnight. When he groaned and shouted that he was filling me it was 15 seconds after the hour The ringing had begun only seconds before and was still chiming when we finished. I was certain that we had to have won, so was he.

It could be the position. Usually when I am still I do it because I want the top to have the best position to fuck. When I move around it usually makes things harder for him to breed. Dom bottoms also want their top to be in total control.

I like to have the bottom fuck himself on my dick and milk me with his sphincter part of the time. If I bottom and the top slows down I will definitely start fucking back, and love it when I'm getting close and a bottom starts milking me for all he is worth, so try to do the same when I bottom.

All you fellow chasers know the cycle: one day you're consumed by the primal urge to get bred and pozzed, the next you're shattered by regret and vow to be safe forever. The chase is a constant, brutal up and down of desire and shame. And so after that shattering midnight experience in the public toilet, I went to the STD clinic the next day, seeking penance or perhaps just the next chapter in the story. Part 7: The Hard-On in Scrubs: Hippocratic Oath Versus Primal Urge The midnight experience at the public toilet was a nightmare. You're devastated. You will never do that again. The "real thing" was a cold, hollow violation that left you feeling more alone than ever. You want to stay safe. The next day, a Friday, you go to work but leave early at noon, the shame from the night before a constant, nagging presence. You drive straight to the STD clinic. The waiting room is a purgatory of sterile, antiseptic smells and hushed, fearful silence. You sit among the other faces, each a mask of shame and regret, just another number in a system designed to manage consequences. When your name is finally called, you follow a nurse down a stark white corridor and into a small, windowless office. The doctor gestures to the hard plastic chair opposite his desk. He can't be more than thirty, with the kind of youthful, earnest face that belongs on a medical school recruitment poster. He looks up, and his expression is one of polite, professional curiosity. He clicks his pen. "So," he begins, his voice flat. "The nurse tells me you're here for a PEP prescription. Let's go over it. Tell me about the exposure." You swallow, your throat dry. "It was... last night. Unprotected anal sex." He nods slowly, making a note. "Receptive or insertive?" "Receptive," you mumble. "Receptive." He repeats the word, and as he leans back in his leather chair, the movement stretches the thin fabric of his scrub top taut across his chest. That's when you see it: two nipple piercings. And peeking from the collar of his shirt is a dusting of thick, black chest hair, a stark, masculine contrast to his youthful face. You force your eyes back to his. "And how many partners were involved in this... encounter?" The word "encounter" makes it sound so clinical, so detached. "Two," you say. "And me." He looks up, a bit surprised by the specificity. "Two. Okay. And the status of these partners? Were any of them known to be HIV-positive?" You hesitate, the images flashing in your mind. "Not sure... probably both…" The doctor's pen stops. He leans forward slightly, his interest suddenly piqued. "Probably both? What makes you say that? Did they tell you? Or are you guessing?" "There were signs…." "Signs?" His voice is a low growl now. He stands. You see the powerful, rounded bubble butt in his scrubs for a second before he moves around the desk, leaning against it right in front of you. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the unmistakable bulge—a thick shape snaking down his left pant leg. It's so defined you can almost make out the ridge of his head. He's commando, and he's either hung or getting hard right here. The thought hits you like a lightning bolt. "What kind of signs?" You feel your face flush. "One of them... he looked... wasted. Very thin, gaunt." The doctor nods, his face unreadable. "Okay. That can be a sign, though it's not definitive. Anything else?" Your voice drops to a near-whisper. "The other one... he called himself 'BREEDER'. He had a... a biohazard symbol. Tattooed." The doctor's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. He lets out a slow, heavy breath. "I see. A biohazard tattoo." He makes a note on the chart, his pen pressing hard into the paper. He looks back at you from above, his gaze now sharp, cutting through you. The bulge in his pants seems to have grown even more prominent, a thick, commanding presence right in your line of sight. "And these signs... this knowledge... this did not hold you back?" You can only shake your head, the shame a physical weight. "No…" He leans forward again, his voice dropping lower, more serious. "I have to ask you this, and I need you to be honest. Did they rape you? Were you tied up? Forced in any way?" "No," you say, your voice cracking. "Nothing like that." "Then you deliberately engaged with them?" he presses, his words precise and damning, his body radiating a tense, authoritative energy. "Knowing what you saw, you still chose to participate?" You look down at your hands, unable to bear his stare. "Deliberately…" you confess. He leans back against the desk, letting out a long, weary sigh. For a moment, he is silent. You risk a glance up at him, and his expression has changed. The clinical disappointment is still there, but it's now layered with something else. Something almost... knowing. Almost empathetic. "Look," he says, his voice softer, almost conspiratorial. "I get it. On some level... I can see how the fantasy is hot. The [banned word], the risk... the idea of being corrupted. I'm not immune to that." Your heart hammers in your chest. He understands. And then you see it happen. As he speaks, his eyes flick down, almost involuntarily, to his own crotch. He suddenly becomes aware of it. The thick, hardening bulge straining against the fabric of his scrubs, right in your line of sight. A brief, almost imperceptible flash of panic crosses his face. He shifts his weight, turning his hips slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest—a casual, defensive move designed to obscure the very obvious evidence of his arousal. The awkwardness hangs in the air for a split second, thick and suffocating. You both know. You both saw. He pushes himself off the desk, his movements suddenly stiff and deliberate. Without another word, he retreats, walking back around to his own chair and sinking down into it. The desk is once again a barrier between you. He picks up his pen, his knuckles white as he grips it, a physical anchor to his professionalism. "But a fantasy," he continues, his voice now sharper, more forceful, as if to compensate for the momentary loss of control, "is not reality. And in reality, what you did was a stupid, very stupid mistake. A man your age... you lived through the worst of the AIDS crisis. You saw the ads, you knew people who died. To be this reckless now... it's almost willful—" He stops abruptly, catching himself. He closes his eyes for a second, takes a breath, and when he opens them, the professional mask is back in place, firm and unyielding. He proceeds in a colder, more clinical tone. "Let's stick to the medical facts..." He continues his lecture, but you barely hear the words. The brief moment of connection, his admission that he "gets it," and the raw, physical proof of his own arousal has done more damage than all his judgment combined. It confirmed that the world you crave is real, and that he, the man who embodies it, is just as susceptible to its pull. All you can see is the glint of his nipple rings, the confident set of his jaw, and the memory of his hardening cock. You leave the pharmacy with the little paper packet, the doctor's lecture a cold, hard weight in your mind. But it's not his words that are echoing. It's his confession. "I get it." And the image of him retreating behind his desk to hide his own hard-on. You feel a sick, confused heat spreading through you. Your own cock is hard. What the fuck is wrong with me? The shame is still there, but now it's tangled with this bizarre, humiliating arousal. The doctor, the voice of reason who understands the fantasy and gets hard from it, has become the ultimate twisted fantasy. You pass the sign for the rest stop. Your foot hovers over the brake. You think of the PEP in your pocket. Then you think of the doctor's piercing, his humiliatingly sexy authority, and the words "I… get… it." You signal and pull off the road. You need to fuck this feeling out of your head. You need to find something so dirty, so depraved, it will erase the memory of the one man who understands the fantasy but would never, ever, be a part of it.

my cum, frozen, and waiting to be used...as lube or a tasty snack!!

Chapter 2 Learning the Ropes “Questions, Thor?” The moon was spreading a sparkling trail across the placid waters as they walked down the boardwalk bridge leading to the guest bungalows. “A few minor ones, and one big one.” “Start with the big one.” Thor took a deep breath. “I’d like to know, for the long term, what you’ve gotten me into here.” Lars chuckled. “That’s the good news, Thor. I haven’t ‘gotten you into’ anything. I’ve put you in the way of an opportunity that could change your life into something completely different from what you had imagined a week ago. Whether you choose to take that opportunity or not is entirely up to you. You can choose to join the Christmas Club, or not. Just one ask from me: if you’re deciding you don’t want to join, just let me know as soon as possible.” Thor mulled that one over for a minute. “It’s hard to say if I want to join in when I don’t really know what it is I’d be joining – especially in the long term.” Lars chuckled again. “I understand. I felt the same way when I was invited twenty years ago. It’s just that we have an unwritten rule about not asking and not talking much about it – sort of ‘whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ deal. Except that we never meet in Vegas. But I can fill you in a bit.” “That’s all I ask.” The remainder of the slow walk back to their bungalow and the time as they undressed and climbed into bed was taken up by his explanation. As Lars wrapped up, he added on an answer to one question which Thor hadn’t asked. “And just in case you were wondering, no strings as far as I’m concerned. It’s great fun playing with you, but there’s no relationship here. Not even a – what do they call it now? – a situationship? After all, we don’t even live in the same place.” Another clue. He’s not from Oslo then. Thor’s alert mind ticked off another point. “So where do you live, Lars?” Lars laughed again and flung out an arm in a dramatic gesture. “I am a citizen of the world.” Thor joined him in laughing. “Really, I don’t live anywhere, in the sense of having one definite home base. I’m from Stavanger originally and keep a house there, so that’s my address of record for the Norwegian government. But I travel most of the year on business, and have condos in New York, London, Dubai, and Singapore. And what that business would be comes squarely under the heading of ‘we don’t ask and we don’t tell.’ Now, if that’s satisfied your curiosity enough for the time being, can we stop talking and get down to business?” Thor chuckled again as Lars reached down and manipulated his cock. “I guess I can run on that for now.” This as his tool sprang rapidly to life. This time the two of them moved easily into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s cocks until first Thor and then, moments later, Lars exploded. They sucked, they swallowed, and then Lars swung back around to lay his head on the pillow next to his young protégé. And then they slept. The next morning at breakfast, Lars told Thor that he was going to be busy all day and into the evening – “catching up with my friends” as he put it. “I’ll be out and about right through until tonight, so if you want to get together with anyone you met last night, it’ll be fine to bring him back here. Tomorrow we leave for the airport at two o’clock, after lunch.” Damn! This guy can see right through me! Thor gave a rueful laugh. “There’s just no hiding anything from you, Lars. I’m going to do my packing first and then meet one of the guys.” “May I ask?” “Oh, so now he wants a situationship.” They both laughed. “I’m going to touch base with Farouk.” “That’s the young fellow sitting by you last night, yes?” Thor nodded, “Yes, he’s another first-timer like you, and from the looks of him that was quite the base he had that any of us would enjoy touching. Have fun going for the home run!” Ninety minutes later, Thor opened the door to admit Farouk. Thor was wearing just his minimal red brief swimsuit and Farouk’s eyes widened. It was obvious that the young Scandinavian beauty was already somewhat aroused. “Come on, Farouk. Let’s get in the pool – for starters.” Once out on the terrace, Farouk lost no time shedding his shorts and shirt, revealing an equally slim-line yellow brief. Thor whistled. “Wow. They sure gave you the giant economy size, didn’t they?” Farouk’s cock was pushing as far up as possible, and its owner had been forced to angle it a bit to the side to keep it contained. He’d also had to lift the sides of his string brief as high up on his hips as possible. Even with those precautions, the head was already starting to lift the narrow waistband away from his muscular belly. The view in the back was just as provocative. Farouk amused Thor by getting on his back in the pool and swimming back and forth at a lazy pace. The pool wasn’t really big enough for proper swimming, but it was a great way for Farouk to keep showing off his endowment, and since it was still growing and now pushing right out under the waistband, he was putting on quite a show. After a couple of minutes, he sat down in the warm water beside Thor and the two of them began making out, with plenty of tongue and several busy hands adding to the excitement. Thor decided he should make the next move, so he stood up, turned his back to Farouk and climbed up to stand on the step. He then pulled the waist of his swimsuit down to reveal his smooth round ass, pushing the suit still farther until it dropped into the water. He stepped out of it, tossing the suit onto the deck and then knelt down on the edge of the pool with his ass thrust out towards the Egyptian stud. Farouk wasted no time, yanking his own suit off and then diving right in and eating Thor’s firm buns, deep crack, and tight hole in a frenzy of lust. It didn’t take long. Thor began moaning, quietly at first but then louder and louder until Farouk slapped his butt and whispered harshly, “Shut up! You’ll have all the neighbours swimming around to take a look!” “Fuck, yeah! We could give them a show!” Farouk redoubled his sucking and slurping, adding a finger in Thor’s hole to the mix. As he rotated the finger and then added another one to it, Thor was getting more and more active, twisting back and forth and flexing his butt muscles as hard as he could go. Farouk now had Thor’s ass as wet as he could get it. It was time. He stepped up and rubbed the head of his uncut cock, standing a full ten inches almost straight up, into Thor’s crack. As he teased Thor’s hole, he reached down with his spare hand and pulled a small bottle out of the pocket of his shorts which were lying nearby. Squirting the lube onto his fingers, he began working it into the hole. He then pulled out another bottle and handed it to Thor. Thor inhaled deeply, drawing the metallic fumes down into his lungs, first one side and then the other. Farouk waited patiently, still teasing the hole until it suddenly relaxed and twitched, opening and pushing out. He grasped the rigid shaft, planted the head firmly against Thor’s hole, and leaned on it. Thor had never taken such a big piece of meat, but the poppers had loosened him up and he opened up, letting Farouk get the bulbous head inside him. Thor let out a gasp and a loud grunt of “fuck!”, then remembered to breathe deep breaths. Another hit of poppers helped too. Then he looked down between his legs and saw the full size of the tree trunk Farouk was pushing into him. Another involuntary cry of “Aw, fuck!” and his hole relaxed still further. In a few more minutes, Farouk had succeeded. His entire thick, hard manhood was buried all the way inside Thor’s ass. Thor was struggling. He wanted that cock, welcomed it, did what he could to help it out, but it was a real strain for him – not just the length but the thickness even more so. But Farouk, having gotten inside, wasn’t going to take “No” for an answer. He began a slow in and out motion, pushing all the way up inside Thor’s straining hole, and then sliding down and out until just the head was clenched inside the muscle ring. Over the next couple of minutes, Farouk slowly ratcheted up the speed of his fucking motions as Thor’s hole got progressively easier to work with. Thor was still straining, but he took it, he needed it, he wanted a fuck for the record books and Farouk was giving it to him. Farouk’s hip bones were smacking loudly against Thor’s lush round ass on each stroke. “Fuck! I can’t hold it. I’m going to shoot!” Farouk’s sudden exclamation lit Thor’s fire too. “Do it! Fucking cum inside me!” Farouk’s thrusts were getting irregular and hitting harder too. He grunted a few times, then let out a roar and shoved his huge tool all the way up into Thor’s body and let the volcano erupt. Thor felt his insides warm up. Pushing his hand down against his abdomen, he could feel Farouk’s thick head jumping and pulsing inside him. Farouk slammed into Thor a few more times as his epic orgasm continued. At last, the pulsations died away and he gasped for breath. Then, in slow motion contrast to the high-energy fucking of a moment earlier, he let his tool slide slowly out of Thor’s body. Also in slow motion, a tidal wave of white cream followed it out, dripping down into the water by the pool’s edge as Thor’s ass struggled to close up again. Farouk flopped back down into the pool, gasping for air after his sudden burst of energy. Thor sat down again beside him, and they stroked each other gently as their breathing and pulses returned to normal. But then, as he turned to kiss Thor again, Farouk realized something. “Shit! You didn’t cum.” “That’s okay, I’ll get my chance soon enough. I’m head of the line to lay a load into your hot muscle ass.” Farouk turned his head away, mumbling something and Thor realized. “Farouk.” No answer. “Farouk, look at me.” He grasped the handsome Egyptian gently by the chin and swung him slowly around. “You’ve never been fucked?” He didn’t really have to ask. The fear was there in the liquid brown eyes staring back at him. Farouk nodded. “Yeah. But just once, and it hurt like hell. My uncle. He… he forced me.” Thor stared in shock. Farouk gulped for air and then went on. “I mean, like, I wanted it, I already knew I was gay, but he just ripped me open. He was crazy drunk. And I had to go to the hospital to get fixed up.” “Shit. How old were you?” The answer was barely audible. “Thirteen.” Thor suddenly exploded in rage. “I’d want to kill that bastard.” But then he felt Farouk’s hand resting gently on his mouth. “That’s just what my father said. His own brother. And it wasn’t just words.” Thor stared at him, appalled. “When he found out I was gay, he thought his brother had turned me that way. I tried to tell him, but he had gone crazy with rage, he wouldn’t listen. Wherever we go when we die…” and he stopped dead, gulping audibly before going on. “I hope… I just hope they’re talking to each other again now, forgiving each other, wherever they are.” “Your father’s dead too.” “The firing squad.” Thor folded Farouk in his arms, holding him close as he broke down and sobbed. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say that would fit the enormity of Farouk’s pain and hurt. He could only hope that Farouk was getting the message through his touch. At last the emotional storm worked its way out of Farouk’s system and he raised his head. “Sorry for letting go like that.” “It’s okay, Farouk. You need to let it out, so let it out.” “It’s so hard. I’ve only ever told all this to one other person.” “The man who brought you here.” Farouk nodded. “His name’s Abdul. He wanted to take my cock just like you did. And then he wanted to switch. He’s a good man. I told him and he said it was okay, we didn’t need to do it. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to. I play with it myself, with my fingers, my toys, and it feels great. I shoot off like a fountain when I fuck myself with my vibrating dildo. But as soon as it’s another guy and he reaches for my ass, I just freeze right up and clamp down like my life depended on it.” Thor looked at him. So handsome. So frightened. “After what happened, I’d be frozen too. But look, Farouk. I’m not trying to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. It’s just what you want, whatever you’re ready for.” Farouk shook his head in amazement. “Where were all the decent men like you and Abdul when I was young?” He shook his head again. “So this is what scares me about the Christmas Club – that I’m going to meet some guy who’s top only, I’m going to freeze on him, and I’ll end up getting blacklisted from the whole thing. And I need this, Thor. I need it! Not for money, but to give me some self-confidence, to help me get over being paranoid about dating because of what happened, all of that!” “That might happen. But look at who you’ve met so far. Yoshi, last night, he was so shy and gentle and it’s obvious that he’s 100% bottom. And then there’s Abdul, who sounds like a really great guy, and Lars – my sponsor – he’s just as thoughtful and easy-going.” “And there’s you,” Farouk added, the smile coming back at last into his face and his voice. “So that’s four good guys you’ve met, and no sign of trouble yet. Pretty good odds. Come on, Farouk, let’s go inside and get cleaned up and we can talk some more.” A long shower full of gentle touches and kisses followed. They washed each other down with their hands, taking turns with the shower head to rinse every part of each other. After they were dried off, they got dressed and Thor called for some room service for lunch. Another long conversation turned to the whole business of the Christmas Club, and what it was all about. At least, they knew it was about older men having sex with younger men, but they were both wondering about how it was organized and what was expected of them as newcomers. Putting two and two together, with the hints Thor had gotten from Lars and the rather different bits which Farouk had picked up from Abdul, a fuller picture began to appear. And now Farouk was looking scared again. “I don’t know, Thor. Can I even do this? What if I get with one of those daddies that I don’t know yet and he won’t take no for an answer?” Thor’s mother-hen side came to the surface again. “Just make sure you’ve got the resources to make your own way home if he throws you out. And something else… look, you’ve got my number, here’s what you do. Once you find out where you are and who you’re with, you let me know. That way, there’s someone who knows what the score is with the Christmas Club and knows how and where to get you help to you if you need it. Okay?” Farouk nodded. “Okay, that’s enough serious talk, I want to get some more action out of your beautiful cock before dinner time rolls around.” They both laughed, as he took Farouk’s hand, led him to the bed, and then began to undress him. They fell across the bed together, the heat steadily rising as Thor pulled Farouk on top of him and then got them into position to suck each other’s cocks in a sixty-nine. Farouk gave Thor’s dick his best treatment, sucking it deep, kissing and licking along the shaft and around the head, humming as he got the head deep into his throat – he had mastered all the tricks. Thor was struggling much more with Farouk’s huge tool, but he was doing pretty well at getting most of it inside his mouth, even if he couldn’t completely deep-throat the thing. Farouk eventually worked his way down onto Thor’s balls, then down his taint and began eating Thor’s ass. Thor reciprocated, feeling Farouk loosen up a bit as he washed down that beautiful ass crack, then began licking at the hole, caressing it with his tongue as he felt Farouk giving his own ass the same treatment. Both of them were giving off moans of satisfaction. That’s a good start for him. He’s taking this rimming play and liking it. Thor could feel his own ass loosening and blooming. He knew that it was time, and he needed that huge tool back in his ass. He rolled onto his back, spread his legs apart, and lifted them into the air. “I’m ready, Farouk. I want you inside me again.” Whether because of having already been stretched that morning, or because of the bonding that had taken place between them, Thor found it much easier going this time to get Farouk’s big sledge hammer inside him. And, because they had already blown off some steam earlier, they were able to take their time and enjoy the experience much longer. Farouk enjoyed fucking Thor in missionary, because Thor was flexible enough to fold himself double and pull Farouk right down on top of him, enjoying the body-to-body contact and the intense making out. But then, Farouk pulled out and rolled Thor onto his face before entering him again, lying full length along Thor’s back and wrapping his arms around Thor’s body as he plowed deep inside. Then it was Thor’s turn to roll Farouk onto his back and climb on top, sitting right down onto the full length of that huge man meat and pumping up and down as the head kept bumping against his prostate. And that brought Thor off, grunting and moaning as his dick convulsed, spraying several massive squirts of cream up over his pecs and abs. That was Farouk’s cue to pull Thor up and off so he could get on top again, lick all that warm cream up into his mouth, suck the remaining trails of it off Thor’s cock, and then exchange it all with Thor in a passionate kiss, ending when both swallowed their share. But they weren’t done. Both of them were still hard, and Thor was already stroking himself again as Farouk sank back inside him, big spoon to Thor’s little one. “Fuck, yes! Never had someone do me like this. Don’t stop! It feels so great!” “Feels great to be inside you this way too. Going to keep fucking you like this till I shoot my load inside you.” “I want that load. Give it all to me, fill my hole with your sperm.” “Yeah – gonna fill you up all the way.” Farouk was pounding into Thor faster and faster, and Thor was matching him for speed as he pounded away on his own dick. Both were so turned on that this explosion was going to happen soon, for both of them. “Oh, fuck! Drive it into me! Cum in me!” “Fuck! Gonna cum… in your hole… shoot my load up into your guts....” It wasn’t just the dirty talk. Farouk’s thick head was nailing Thor’s prostate on every stroke, and Thor’s moans and cries showed that he was just as close as the stud plowing him. “Do it! Shoot it! Oh, man, you’re gonna fuck the cum right out of me!” “Take it… take it… fucking cumming… now!” With a last ferocious driving thrust, Farouk forced his way deeper inside than ever before as he exploded into Thor’s fuckhole, right at the same moment that Thor blasted off a second load, just as big as his first cum had been. The two of them lay there, heaving insanely huge breaths as they slowly calmed down from their double climax. At last, Thor spoke. “Unbelievable… what an incredible fuck. I’ve never cum right at the same time like that.” “Neither have I.” Farouk’s huge tool was still lodged inside Thor, still hard, and neither of them showed any real urge to disconnect. At last they got up, went into the bathroom for another shower, and then pulled on their swimsuits to go back outside and relax in the pool for a while longer. As they were sitting there, arms around each other’s bodies, Farouk sighed. “What?” “I was just wishing I felt ready to take it the way you did. I’d really love to have you be the one to teach my ass how good it could feel.” Thor kissed him. “Thank you. Wherever you are, when you do feel ready, there will be a good man who is the right one to take you through that experience.” Thor was no fool. He could tell that Farouk was trying to express love for him, at least at some level. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling drawn to the young Egyptian hunk too. But he kept the brakes on, having already learned the hard way that he simply wasn’t matured enough or ready to settle into a relationship with one man – and he guessed that Farouk wasn’t really any more ready than he was. At last, Farouk sighed and got up. “I’ll have to go. It’s about an hour to sunset, and Abdul wants us to have dinner in the restaurant for this last night.” “It’s all good, Farouk. Lars is off and about through the evening, so I’ll just call up some room service for dinner.” When Farouk was all cleaned up and dressed again, Thor walked him to the door. “Thank you for an amazing day, Thor, and for being so supportive and understanding.” “And thank you, Farouk, for giving me an ass ache that I’ll remember for a long, long time.” They both laughed before Thor went on. “Seriously, it was a great day – great fun, and a great new friend as well.” “Then, thank you – my friend.” And they hugged and kissed for several minutes longer before Farouk went his way. Hours later, Lars returned to a dimly lit room – and was a little startled. Everything was neat and tidy. Thor had taken it upon himself to call housekeeping to come and remake the bed, and he had tipped the housekeeper well for the trouble. Likewise, he had called room service to clear away the dishes after he’d eaten and again tipped the server well for the two trips out to the bungalow. Now, Thor was lying in bed, watching a classic movie on the giant TV screen. He looked pleasantly drowsy. “Hello, Thor. The suite is a lot neater than I expected. Didn’t Farouk come after all?” “Oh, yes. He came and spent the day here. He had to go because his elder, Abdul, wanted to have dinner in the restaurant. But we had a great time all day.” Lars was even more puzzled. That last remark certainly hinted at wild fun and games, but there was an oddly thoughtful, almost sad, note in Thor’s voice as he spoke. So Lars privately resolved to say nothing more. After all, it was no business of his unless he really did want a situationship or more after all – and that he certainly did not want. “Glad you had a good day. I’ll just get cleaned up and then we can get some sleep.” “Good. The movie’s almost over anyway.” “I don’t recognize it. What’s the title?” “Tight Little Island.” Lars chuckled as he headed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Lars laid down on the bed, on his side, facing Thor – who at once rolled towards his older companion to kiss him goodnight. As they embraced, Lars instinctively ran his hand down Thor’s back to caress his ass, and Thor flinched at the touch. “Ah, you did have a good time, didn’t you?” “Did you?” “Touché. As my former partner in England used to say, ‘Ask no questions and you’ll get told no lies.’” “Precisely.” Lars laughed again, at the shrewd way in which Thor had diverted his curiosity and turned it back on him. He made a mental note for the file which he was compiling on Thor: Thoughtful, clever, quick responses, and not easy to catch off guard. In five more minutes, they were both asleep.

I don’t have much hair but I shave what I do have.

Chapter 2 ———- Sam ———- As my plane started it descent into my new life I was filled with excitement and nervousness. This would be the farthest I’d been from home in my life. Yea I went off to college but mom insisted I live in the dorms the whole time. Plus I had to make regular trips home. Now I would be more “free”, though still with my big brother (Josh who I called Joshie to annoy like any good little brother would) there to “help me learn how to be an adult” as mom said many times when she was trying to convince me to live with him when I took my new job. I was going to be making a good salary, even though it was just above entry level, because the field I worked in was in high demand and paid better than 90% of other fields of work. My base pay was more than enough to afford a good life in the city living alone. If my team hit our bonus targets I’d be on easy street. However mom won, as always, by using here sheer will to “convince” me and Josh to live together for at least the first 6 months. Plus with how laid back he is, I doubt he’d be much of a chaperone. I’m sure as long as I checked in with him regularly he will probably leave me alone so I could do pretty much do whatever I wanted. He and dad were a lot alike in attitude and demeanor. I could definitely vibe with that. I wasn’t that laid back and did like some things a certain way, particularly work related things, but for the most part I was more relaxed and go with the flow. This new freedom would allow and being this far away from my parents would allow to me to continue to explore what I had started to in college. I knew I was bi from around middle school on. I have been with both men and women, but recently started to lean more to the male side. Particularly because I have started to explore kinks more and more. I have been more successful with finding men that are into the kinks I am and are willing to help me learn. I have dabbled in a few things and have a long list of things I want to try. I was hopeful with Josh’s lax supervision I could be able to start checking those things off my list. That freedom is what was making me so excited. I of course was nervous from moving to a unfamiliar city, starting a new job, and entering a new phase of my life. However, those weren’t the primary reason my stomach in knots. The thing that made me most nervous, and also a most excited, was living with my brother and being around him so much. We haven’t spent more than an hour or two together in years. Not because I don’t like him but because I am afraid I like him to much. When I was younger I idolized him as any kid did his big brother. Then as I grew up and realized I was attracted to both sexes, I also found that I was attracted to Josh. When he came home on one of his visits I found myself admiring him at the dinner table and it hit me that I was attracted to him. My attraction to him only grew from there till I realized when I was a freshman in college and he was home again for a visit that not only did I have a crush on but he had a direct line to my dick. His laugh, a gentle touch as we passed each other, his warm strong hugs, hell just looking at him to long all made me want to jump his bones. I had jerked off to him more times than I’d like to admit. The idea of liking my brother was so hard to get my head around. There was a lot of shame attached to those feelings. Then in my senior year of college I had talked with a few of my new kinky friends and they helped my understand that it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. That society built a lot of artificial barriers and supposed moral absolutes that we don’t have to buy into. If anything were to happen between Josh and me it wouldn’t be a big deal. It wouldn’t be illegal. It wouldn’t result in offspring. The worst would be harsh judgements from others. By the time I graduated I had got to the point of not caring what others might think about it. This new living arrangement would put me in his vicinity a lot more than I had been in a long time. I’d have to really keep a check on my boner till I learned how sexually open Josh was. I knew he was gay and lived in a very gay city so I figured he’d be into some kink. I’d just have to figure out what kind. Then work from there and see what happened. The idea of living with him, being in his space, and the possibilities that could bring made me very anxious but also super excited and very horny. I was jolted from my dirty thoughts about what I’d do to my brother given the chance by the plane touching down on the runway. I got busy with the whole routine of getting off the plane. It was good to stretch my legs as I walked the jetway and over to the baggage claim after the long flight. I found my bags easily and then headed for the area we had agreed to meet up. I didn’t see Josh till he looked up from his phone and our eyes locked. Those beautiful green eyes, that perfectly muscled body, his sexy smile. I had to will my cock not to get hard as I made my way over to meet him. He had been leaning against a pole but he stood up when I made my way to him. I always loved how tall he was. Most people aren’t taller than me, so that was another thing that got my johnson peeking up a bit. We greeted each other with a hug. I didn’t hold it for long. I didn’t want him to feel my growing boner. We chatted as we walked to the parking lot. His beautiful car was sitting there waiting for us. I wasn’t a big car guy but I knew the car was nice. By the time we had got to what would be my new home I had my cock under control. Well that was until Josh broke the news we’d be sharing a bed for a few night till the bed he order for me arrived. The mix up on arrival dates had left me bed-less till Monday (thanks dad). But stuff happens and I wasn’t going to stress over it. Plus it help may help me figure out what Josh was into. I asked Josh if I could get a quick shower, both to wash the plane off me but also to jerk off real quick and hopefully get that out of my system. Josh led my bathroom and as he was rummaging for towels I stripped off my clothes and had almost made it to the shower when he turned around and caught my in my birthday suit. He tried to play it off but I caught him looking at my body and schlong before he looked away. He recovered quickly though. I excused my nakedness using the whole it’s normal for men to be naked around each other as an on the fly excuse to avoid admitting I was trying to sneak into the shower unseen. He went along with it but then upped the anti by basically encouraging me to be naked around him if I wanted to and stating he rarely wore clothes at home. I didn’t know what to say and needed to get in shower before my dick got hard. I took the towels he offered and got into the shower as he walked toward the door. It had taken everything in my power not to get hard in front of him. As I turned on the water I heard the bathroom door close. I melted under the hot shower and wrapped my hand around my rapidly stiffening cock. I was around 8.5-9 in when fully hard and uncut. Pretty thick. Had big balls that shoot huge loads. I really got lucky in that department. I stroked my dick to images of Josh. I thought of his smell and of the look on his face as he looked at my naked body when he didn’t think I was watching. I shot my load in no time. I rinsed off, turned off the water, and got out to dry myself down. I walked back to my currently empty room with just a towel around my waist. I needed to get fresh clothes out of my suitcase. As I was bent over debating what to wear a devilish thought creeped into my mind. I needed to test Josh interests in me at some point so why not start now. He did tell me to dress so I was comfortable. While I would of loved to walk out naked I decided to not go that far just yet. I put on a pair of very tight and revealing boxer-briefs and nothing else. I walked out down the hall past the third bedroom, which Josh had made into an office. After passing by the bathroom I walked into the big living room. The apartment was well decorated considering he’d only been living here a few months. It was nice without being showy. Josh was across the living room looking out the window as he talked on the phone. I could tell he was talking to mom by his responses. I had texted her when I landed and I saw him text here before we pulled out of the airport parking lot. But that’s our mom for you, always triple checking everything. I looked past Josh out to where his gaze was set. The day was beautiful and the apartment had a great view. You could see out to the ocean. We weren’t right on the beach but defiantly not far from it. It was really a nice apartment fit for the very popular celebrity doctor he was. He had done well for himself and really made a name in the PT world out here. I was very proud of him and he deserved all the nice things he had. “That women worries more than anyone alive. I swear she needs to take a Xanax or something.” Josh said with an edge to his deep voice as he turned around and caught the first glimpse of me in my tight underwear. “Yea, I mean I get she worries but she needs to chill a little.” I responded standing and trying not to fidget under the gaze of his emerald eyes. After about 10 seconds Josh continued on with the conversation, “Yea, you would think no one had ever moved away from home before. Plus of course she had to give me the information on your boxes which coincidentally will be here Monday along with the bedroom stuff.” “I guess it’s good I have a week to unpack and get all set before I have to report to work.” I said more to myself than Josh as I made plans for my room and the next few days. “Yea, the bed stuff comes first thing in the morning Monday. I got the first appointment slot for delivery and set up. I will be here when they arrive but you may have to finish it up for me because I have a standing appointment at 10 am that I can’t reschedule.” Josh told me helping to fill in my mental plan. “That’s no problem. I only have to go out one day next week to the office to get all my HR paperwork done before I report for my first day next Monday.” I replied. “Cool. The pizza is ordered and should be here in a few minutes. There is bottled water or Coca-Cola in the fridge. Blue Moon and Truly are in there too. If you want hard liquor the bar cart is over there.” He said clearly Intending for me to help myself. “Great, I will go with Coke for now, probably get a harder drink later. You want one?” I asked as I walked across the open plan living area from the living room to the kitchen. “No, I have a glass of bourbon already but a bottle of water would be nice. Please.” He answered back. “On it.” I said over my shoulder as I opened the door to get the drinks. I could of swore I say him looking at my ass as I walked by. I thought to myself that this may go easier than expected. My inner horny monster jumped with excitement. When I came back into the living room he was sitting on the sofa. He had turned the tv on to reruns of a tv show that been around forever but was always good. I sat next to him and handed him his water. I wasn’t far from him and as he spread his legs his right legs and knee came to rest against my leg. He looked so sexy sitting back, glass of bourbon in his hand, wearing a pair of shorts and T-shirt. His bulge was not being hid by the thin material of his shorts. He smelled so good, clean, rustic, and that special Josh smell that I will always know him by. After a while he got a call that he said he to take but told me that if the pizza came the money for it was on the counter. Sure enough a few minutes later I got a text for Josh that the pizza guy was on his way up. Not thinking I grabbed the cash and walked to the door opening it when he knocked. A guy about my age, on the shorter side, dressed a little goth with back hair and piercing was standing there with a pizza bag. He also had a surprised look on his face that turned into a devilish grin. “Well well, you are looking good! Are you one of Josh’s friends?” He asked and continued before I could answer. “Those underwear look good on you and you really fill them out!” I felt stupid for forgetting I was almost naked and answering the door. But is this guy was cute and obviously into me so I flirt back and before he left I had his snap. I planned to try and arrange a session to see what was under all these baggy clothes very soon. We spent the rest of the evening relaxing. It was a little awkward at first but after a while we just seemed to get over that. We talked and laughed as we watched shit tv. We hadn’t had this type of brotherly bonding session in a long time if ever. I even ended up drinking a few glasses of bourbon. Around midnight we both decided to go to bed. I followed him into his room. It was huge and very nicely decorated. I noticed a large full body mirror leaning against one wall. Most would just it was to dress in but I had an inkling it might be for watching yourself fuck. I had to hold a giggle in when my tipsy brain thought that. The bed was huge and had a nice bed spread on it. It had multiple pillows but not all the decorative pillows some people crowd beds with. Josh went into the bathroom first to pee before bed. I looked around a little without being to nosey. He had pictures of family and friends on his dresser. He also had a few tasteful painting of naked men that were obviously professionally done hung on the walls. When he came out of the bathroom he was in a pair of boxer-trunks. I went into his bathroom to drain the snake before bed as well. It was tastily decorated and matched the theme of the rest to the house. As I finished up my slightly drunk and very horny brain decided to be a little braver. I dropped my underwear and walked to the bedroom naked. My cock was a little chubbed but not hard and it bounced in front of me as I walked. Josh was on one side of the bed sitting on the top of it having not yet got in it. He looked up at me and after a second chuckled. “Oh you sleep naked too? Seems we are more alike than I thought” he said as he stood up and dropped his trunks. His fat cock and big balls bounced out as they were released. He was tan from head to toe, had a fucking great body, and a very nice dick. He climbed under the covers and I followed his led. “Thanks for letting me stay here big bro. I know we are both apprehensive and nervous about it.” I said as he reached over and turned off the light from a switch that was by the bed. “Yea, I’d be lying if I said I was keen on the idea at first. But you seem to have turned into a cool guy. With a monster dick that’s bigger than mine, but I won’t hold that against you.” He laughed as he finished his sentence. “You aren’t to bad a guy yourself there bro. Also, you are well above normal in the meat department. I am sure you make many men happy.” I replied back with the same friendly laugh. “Yea, we got lucky there. Well good night little bro. Sleep well.” He said as I felt him move around till his back came to rest against mine. That warm body heat and steady breathing made my eyes become very heavy. I pretty sure I said goodnight back before I fell off to the dream world but couldn’t be sure. ———————- Second chapter done. There maybe longer time periods between posting chapters for a bit. Just busy with work and the holidays right now. But I will continue to add chapters as I can. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. The next one will start to have the more steamy scenes in it. Thanks all for the positive feedback. Look for more soon!

as a bottom i prefer not to cum when being used. i like to concentrate on pleasing the top/s. i can jack off once the tops have left.

The only proper answer is whatever position the top wants 💋

I love getting my ass eaten, especially while I am breeding a bottom.

Part 1 “Why are you doing this?” he asked me. “Doing what?” as I rolled my eyes for the ‘n’ time as we were having this conversation. Again. “Doing stuff with the old trolls?” he retorqued. “Why not?” replying with a question. “They are men, with cocks, balls and asses like you and me” “You are 20 and they are what, hundred years old?” “So? A nice cock in my ass has no age” I replied, proud of my wisdom. “Yeah, can they still even get hard?”, he mockingly replied. “Most of them yes and unlike many guys our age, they know how to use a cock to please a guy. It’s not just a big-bang macho-type fuck you. They really appreciate the time I gave them, and they return it well. If they can’t get hard, well I let them nurse my cock as long as they want, lick my balls until they are smooth and shiny, and I can fuck them if they feel like it, giving them a nice special hot sauce load deep in their asses. And then, continue to fuck them until I whip my cum in a creamy coating all over my dick and fed it back to them like a nice dessert to a sugar-starving diabetic. It is a win-win situation.” “Well, most of them have a flabby stomach, they are old man with denture, wrinkled and have grey hair.” He said in disdainful voice. “Like we will one day” I replied in an amused voice. “Ever had a toothless man sucking on your cock? Probably not. And, when was the last time you suck my cock for 3 consecutive hours? Edging me an entire afternoon to slowly catch my cum in your mouth like it was the last nectar on earth? Rimming, licking and tonguing my sweaty arse after my Sunday morning run? “Huh… never” he said hesitantly. “That’s my point. When we are together, we have amazing sex. And I mean it. This, well, it is another sex dimension. I like older men for what we bring to each other. Like you do with those muscled gym rat.” The day had been really warm in Montreal. It was still early afternoon as my boyfriend and I walked in the bathhouse. It would be like most Fridays, where we could catch 2 or 3 straight guys each, right off work, stopping by to drop a load in our hungry mouth or asses before returning to their girlfriend or family. Few of them were regulars. There were a lot of tourists from Ontario this week again, so we might get lucky and get an extra fuck or two before the night start. I would spend the rest of the night until way after dawn the following day, seeking senior men. As I like to take my time, they fitted the bill. My boyfriend was more the gangbang-type, even more if they had a little muscle on them and a big muscle down there. *** “Full. Completely” repeated the punk at the reception, as he playfully pull on his nose ring while the other hand, what I presumably assumed by the light movement of his arm, was down in the front of his pants. “Impossible, you must be joking” my boyfriend replied incredulously. “I know, it’s crazy. No more rooms or lockers available. We’re full.” he said, openly feeling himself in front of us. “I am already hard thinking at what might happen tonight with all these people”. Four guys entered behind us, making a line in the small entrance. “You must let us enter. We’ve been coming here every week for the last 2 years” my boyfriend added. “No can do. It’s full” he said apologetically. His last remark perks up some interests from the guys behind us, and they started paying attention to our conversation. “I have an idea. We will strip here and put our clothes in my bag, and you keep it behind the counter” I said. “Whoa, whoa… I can’t…” his voice got lost in the guys cheering’s. No sooner said, the 4 guys started to strip right there. I nudged my boyfriend and not wanting to be the last, we got naked in less time than an orgasm last. “Holy shit” the punk exclaimed, extending his head over the counter to take a [banned word] on us and the other guys. “You can’t be naked here! Fucking hell! Get in through the door here and hand me your bags before you get arrested!” Another round of cheers and laughs were heard from the guys. I turned my head to get another look at the naked guys. The one closer to me had a tattoo covered-body, ear and nipples pierced, a long and thin soft cock armed with a two-headed PA, like a bullhorn-shape, nested in a semi-retracted foreskin. Yummy. When I looked back, his babyface was smiling back. He leaned in to fully kiss me on the lips, but last second, he pushed his tongue forcefully in my mouth. The kiss lasted only few seconds, but like the song says: “With all these sick thoughts in my head I'm going evil in the brain”, I returned the sloppy kiss. I broke out and got closer, putting my mouth to his ear: “Hmmm… Nice piercings by the way” as I gave a thug at his warm cock.

Part 5 “Unggh… Unggh… Unggh…” I was long-dicking the small frame of the young man, secured in the sling, taking my time pulling out and thrusting hard to the hilt on my way in. The bottom was swinging at the sling rhythm. It was a pure frenzy. “Unggh… Unggh…” The little guy was moaning now. He had cried and screamed a lot at first. He had screamed so hard that he had no voice left anymore. He was babbling in a hoarse voice some sort of a litany, mostly incomprehensible. “Unggh… Unggh… Unggh… Unggh…” I picked up the pace. I was on the verge of cumming. Imminently. “Ungh… Ungh…” Just few more thrusts and it would heaven. This was an epic fuck. I needed to see the face of the young man when I would flood his guts with my hot load. To my horror, the young guy looing back at me was me! “Aah!” I woke up with a start. “Easy boy” the man beside me said, his hand flatly posed on my lower abdomen. “What happened? How long was I asleep? I asked in a panic voice. “Nothing happened, you just dozed off for few minutes” John replied his hand running circles making my cock twitch. “It must me the lube. It has a little something in it to increase the pleasure of the bottom when he gets fucked. No harm.” “You drugged me?” I asked in disbelief, noting to myself that my ass was still needing attention. “No, no. I mean not on purpose. It happens sometime with newbies. I think knucklehead was a little bit over enthusiastic”. “A little, really? I replied sarcastically. John eluded my concerns and grab my cock and started stroking it. “Please don’t…” trying to push his hand away. “It looks nice. I want to see you hard.” John was good at this handjob. The dream I had must have turn me on more than I thought because I was leaking droplets of precum. “How do you feel?” I never been with a man like this. I mean with Max, yes, but it’s different. We are in a relationship. With strangers, well it is usually pure sex where I fuck, No intimacy. John had confidence; he knew it. Without second thought I told him “My ass feels different, it is not burning as before but still…” “Really, you can still feel the effects?” John feigned surprise. “Maybe I should check to make sure this idiot didn’t cause any damage” The thought to have a stranger getting near my ass was really a big no for me, but I wasn’t unable to protest. “Lift your legs” he said. “More… yeah like this… hold them. Hum… it seems the lube had dried which might cause you this weird sensation. Let me clean it for you” “That’s fine. I’ll go shower…” “What a bizarre thought!” he exclaimed, diving his tongue in my ass and started rimming my hole, licking all around. “Oh fuck! I said. Max had insisted to rim me when we started dating and I became addicted right away. The most intense sessions we had always included this activity, raising a phenomenal sexual awareness. “You should see this hole winking at me.” He spitted right at my hole and dove back to lick it all over it. John’s position prevented me to drop my legs. “I would check inside, but I am afraid to cause more damage. Too dry.” “Am I bleeding?” I asked with concerns, realizing the dryness in mouth. “Not by what I can see, but I can’t be sure, you know, inside your ass” and with that his tongue licked the entire area. I long string of precum reached my face, coating my upper lips. John was smiling and with his forefinger and middle finger, he caught the precum at the piss slit, dragging down the entire string to my mouth. “Open” was the only thing he said before he fed it to me, scooping the precum under my nose at the same time. With his two fingers in my mouth, I started sucking them clean. With his hand, he tilted my head up and produce another bottle of mineral water with a straw. “Here’ drink this. It will washed the precum aftertaste.” He released my legs and brought back his hand on my cock. Jerking me without the intention of making me cum. I was silent, making a lot of effort to focus on his soothing voice, trying to decipher what it was telling me. Every few minutes, he brought back the straw at my lips or his sticky fingers of precum - mine or his? I was not a big leaker, and by the quantity I was ingesting, I suspected he was feeding me his – the idea to stop him lasted only few seconds. “I can check with my finger. I’ll go easy” if you want. John had stop stroking me and had reposition himself between my legs, spreading them with his knees. “Do you want me to check, Leo?” The sound of my name stirred me up from my lethargy and I looked at John. “You… I… mmmpph… ooh… …dat… …for me? I was finally able to ask while John was staring at me unfazed. “Yes, boy, I will do that for you..” With his arms under my legs, he raised them back until my ankles were next to my ears. In order for him to look me down, he raised himself and his hard cock was resting on my ass. “So, baby, what will it be?” “Unh…” - is he waiting for an answer? “I… I… not…” I had great difficulty to picture the answer and say it at the same time. “…not bottom… top…” I croaked. With my left hand I felt the mattress around me to find the bottle. “I know boy, you are not a bottom. Only top. I understand” John said, holding the straw for me as I sip more water. “So, is it okay?” At least we agreed on something - was it? Yeah… we agreed I was a top. We can ask… euh… - what’s is name again? Beefy? Nah not him, who is the other one? I squinted my eyes hard to concentrate. Max! – where is he? Yeah, Max would agree. “Okay” I vaguely replied. “Good boy, but before I check on you, I should lubed you a little more” John said happily. – what did I agree on again? *** I don’t know how long ago I entered the maze, but I haven’t went very far. Four of five feet maximum… The corridor leading to the entrance had men lined up against the wall, a mix of tops and bottoms, each looking for their own prey. Most of them looked at me indifferently, a few tried to hold me up. There was two or three older men, and I almost stop when one grabbed my hand. I smile at him and mouthed “later”. Another type of grabbers were hidden in the maze’s entrance. A man in front of me had just entered the maze when I witnessed a couple of hands emerged from the darkness, seizing his towel. I was able to get a glimpse of a really white ass before it got engulfed by the dark. My towel suffered the same fate few seconds later unable to catch it back. Other hands were pulling me forward in the maze until a clear voice sounded. “This one is mine, so back off, bitches” I knew the voice too well to worry and I let him drag me to the closest seat available. I was in for a nice treat.

2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.