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The elevator opened on the 12th floor, and it was a short walk down the hall to Jack's apartment. I could feel my metal cock ring tighten around my quickly hardening cock. My pulse started racing an hour earlier when Jack messaged me to come over. He had a surprise for me. I never say no to one of Jack's surprises. They usually involve some hot, spun-out bottom that he's smoked out or slammed for the first time. That was Jack's specialty: finding an innocent young thing, usually from one of the nearby colleges. It didn't take me long to get ready. It was a Thursday night, and I didn't have to work until Monday. As soon as I had gotten home from work, I turned up the music and got a freshly bought eightball of Tina out of the safe. My dealer, Henry, always has the best shit. The crystals were usually large and chunky, well-made shit. I break a large, solid shard into smaller pieces and load the water bong before turning on the TV. Frozen on the screen is the face of a beautiful twink, eyes wide like saucers, cum dripping from the side of his mouth. This was an amateur gangbang that I filmed last month, and that boy was memorable. I'll have to get in his hole again soon. I hit play, and the camera pans to Kevin, a buddy of mine. Kevin's a tall, hot, lean, vers guy who loves partying. Kevin's jacking his big cock and eating the twink's pink hole between his spread legs. Kevin then takes his big hands and holds the boy's legs further apart, causing the boy to moan loudly. Kevin's eating that fresh hole like he's never going to eat boy hole ever again. It's so sloppy and wet. I get the torch, the 'click' signals the start of a fucking great evening. Those first few hits are always amazing. I like to let the smoke drift out slowly, in big, white, heavy clouds that you can't see through. My shoulders relax, my cock gets chubby, and my mind starts to go to all kinds of places. Usually involving a hot, smooth hole loaded with loads of cum. I get out of my clothes and lay out a few things for the night: my metal cock ring for my fat eight-inch cock, jeans, a white shirt, and my party bag. In the bag are a bottle of G, a loaded pipe, boner pills, a teener of Tina, and six points ready to go, with .5 of Tina already prepped in each. I take off my clothes and take a few hits before getting in the shower. My skin and body are tingling from Tina. That feeling is delicious, especially with the hot water splashing my body. You could say I'm a muscle daddy. I'm 6'1", somewhat hairy chest, arms, and thighs. I can already see some white hairs. It used to bug me, but the boys love it. And I get off on seeing the contrast between my rough, hairy arms and their smooth bodies. I've worked out my entire life, so I'm fit, but I don't make it my life. Athletic enough so I can fuck for days. I clean up with soap, but don't use anything fragrant. I love the smell of a man, especially a man in heat. It's fucking amazing, and my chem boys are intoxicated by the scent. Sometimes, they'll just lie next to me on the bed or couch for hours, smelling my pits, and making out. At the same time, we smoke each other out, while he rubs his cock against my leg, leaking precum. Before long, we’ve got our hands wrapped around each other's boners, jacking each other off, and edging each other the entire time. Sometimes, I'll just turn off the porn on the TV, and it's just us talking nasty and being connected to one another. Porn is fucking hot, but I love it when it's just me and the bottom, verbalizing everything twisted in our heads, turning each other on, between hits of the pipe. It never fails: I always get spun out bottom boys hard while talking nasty to them in this position. I'm drying off when I get Jack's text. "Dude, I have a surprise for you. Don't miss it! Bring whatever you want, but I've also got us well-covered. Can you admin tonight? I know how much that turns you on when it's a newbie!" Attached is a photo of a hot kid. He must be in his early twenties, fit, with a beautiful, smooth face, pretty dick-sucking lips, and a nice smile. He's sitting at the kitchen table with clothes on, a t-shirt, and a baseball hat, so he must have just gotten there. A can of Coke and an empty glass in front. That's usually Jack's signal that he's about to give a guy some G. Jack loves to share with me. We have the same tastes, and though we like to party hard, we keep each other in check and make sure we’re okay. There’s a time and place for everything, and like me, he loves a ritual, especially when it comes to partying. The fucking is just one part of the entire thing. We’re both generous, and we like to keep the bottom right on the edge. Pliable enough so they’ll want to do everything, but not totally out of their wits, unless it’s something they’ve agreed to in advance. There’s a small group of us who are good buddies: me, Jack, Kevin, Henry, and Dwayne. They usually end up at Kevin’s sooner or later. But usually, Kevin likes to start a little more low-key. Get the seduction going, working the bottom over so they’re twisted and ready for anything. I slide the cock ring on, get dressed, and put my party bag in a backpack. I hit the water bong 8 times in a row, finishing what’s in the bowl. The scene on the TV is a close-up of my big raw rock sliding in the boy’s cummy hole over and over again. Good times. I put the pipe away in the safe, turn off the TV, and hop in the car. It’s just a quick 20-minute drive over to Jack’s place, and I’m buzzing. The walk down Jack’s hallway is such a fucking turn on. My entire body knows this walk so well. My heart is beating so fast, and my cock is full-on chubby and tight in my jeans. I have a key to Jack’s place and go right in and lock the door behind me. The place is dark, with just a few night lights turned on. I turn right and, around the corner, see a light from the big screen TV in the living room. On the couch is the bottom boy, clearly in G heaven. The college boy’s still got his baseball hat on, but this time he’s got a loose tank top on, and is wearing short gym shorts with nothing on underneath. He must have shed his street clothes and changed into this outfit. From the side of his shorts, I can see some hair on his bush and a bit of his cock. He’s sitting in between Jack’s legs, head nodding, with Jack’s left hand holding the tank aside so he could play with the boy’s right nip. There’s porn on, some tweaked out looking guys that I don’t recognize. Must be a new amateur one from one of Jack’s many buddies on Telegram. Jack sees me, but the boy doesn’t. I stay to the side for a minute, watching. Jack takes each of the boy's legs and puts them over his own, so the boy's legs are spread-eagled. The short shorts show even a little more of what’s underneath. Jack then takes his right hand and glides it down the boy’s body, down the shorts. The boy moans a little, and Jack whispers in his ear, “You going to be a good boy for me, Drew?”Jack’s slowly jacking the boy’s cock with his left while his right hand is playing with his nips. “God, boy, you feel so good. You’re going to let your Uncle Jack do what he wants with you? I want you to feel really, really good. Especially for your first time partying. You’re going to want to do it with Uncle Jack and his buddies all the time.” While he’s saying this, I can see Drew grind his ass on Jack’s crotch. Jack’s hand roaming all over his body, but eventually lifting Drew’s tank top a bit so he can access both his nips with his both hands. I see Drew’s taught stomach and a small faint line of brown hair going down his torso to his crotch. “Drew, my good buddy, is here. I want you to meet him.” I step out of the shadow and say hello. “Hi, Drew. I’m glad to meet you. How’re you doing? Feeling good?” “Fuck, yeah, so good.” “I’m happy to hear that. I’m looking forward to spending the weekend with you. You don’t have anywhere to go, right?” “No, I told all my friends I’m going away for a few days.” “Good boy.” I look over to Jack, who’s smiling widely. Jack’s still fully clothed, with his button-down shirt open to show his chest and his big nips. I take my backpack off and set it aside. Jack sticks his tongue out and mouths, “fuck, this is going to be good.” I sit next to them on the couch, and Jack nods to me and looks at the coffee table drawer. This is his signal for me to get out the pipes and bag of Tina. “Drew, baby boy, sit here between us. I’m going to put on some other video, and my buddy is going to prepare a few things. We’re going to try something that I think you’ll like very much. Are you up for that?” “Yes, please.” Jack and I love a polite bottom boy. Drew scootches between us, and I scan his smooth legs—Drew’s pretty hairless, about 5'6”, maybe 135 lbs. I take a good look at his beautiful face and notice his red swollen lips. They must have been making out for the past hour. I could already feel the heat off Drew. I don’t know how much G Jack gave, but it was enough to get the night going for the hot boy. I turn to Drew and smile, and he looks at me and smiles back. I look at his brown eyes, then reach over and gently grab the back of his neck and bring him over for a sloppy make-out. I feel his tongue on mine as he gently moans. I reach over and push his shirt up again so I can play with his nip. As soon as I did that, Drew started to grind his ass on the couch. We’ve found his magic button. I bet his boy hole is already winking open and closed. Oh, this is going to be good. I pull back to let him breathe. “Let’s get you fucked up, boy. Sounds good to you?” “Mmmhmm.” I smile, and then I reach over to pull his shorts open, so I get a peek. Hmm, just a bit of hair around a beautiful cock. He’s semi-hard, which is probably because of the G. That’s okay, later I love getting a spun out boy on his back, shaving all his pubes off, while he’s strapped down, getting ready to get a slam. Drew smiles and says, “God, you guys are so hot. This is great.” “Oh, it’s about to get even better.” I reach down and get the stuff from the coffee table drawer. Drew’s watching what I’m doing closely. I put a clean pipe down on the coffee table, a torch, a bag of Tina, and some silicone lube. “Have you done this before?” “No, but I’ve been wanting to try.” “You hear that, Jack? Boy wants to try! Of course, Drew, we’re happy to oblige.” Jack finds the porn from the drive he can access from the TV, and hits play. It starts with a hot twink looking up, with a disembodied voice saying, “Ever take a man’s raw cock?” Jack then takes Drew’s left leg and once again puts it over his own leg. Drew loves smoking up his bottom boys while they’re straddling him. I take Drew’s right leg and put it over mine. He’s spread wide and flops back on the couch with a laugh. “Hey, Jack, let’s get this party started for real. I can’t wait to taste Drew’s hole"

I think we all need to be working harder to increase the number of toxic loads on the market.

So this dude and I have been chatting for a while. He's a very dom top, sexy, big meat dick, POZ, parties, likes piss - basically perfect. We've not managed to make the timing work yet. He tells me his birthday is on X day and maybe he'd want to use my holes as his birthday present. I'm like "FUCK YEAH!" and we eventually end the conversation. Never one to do the bare minimum, I then sent him a note and said how about I let you and anyone you want use me however you want. I told him they could be friends, randoms from online or the street...whoever he wanted. I'm picturing lots of cum and piss. Hope my hole can take it. Honestly this sounds like a dream come true so I'm really hoping it happens.

Chapter 1 The silence in Jordan’s bedroom was a heavy, humid thing, thick with the ghost of spilled beer and the bitter taste of a prom night that had spectacularly flopped. Two tuxedo jackets were discarded on the floor like fallen dreams. “I just don’t get it,” Jared mumbled from his spot on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone. “We were supposed to be getting laid right now.” Jordan let out a sharp, humorless laugh from the desk chair. “Tell me about it. All that buildup. All that… anticipation.” He shifted, the rough denim of his jeans feeling suddenly constricting. The memory of his now-ex-girlfriend’s furious face as she dumped him for choosing to console Jared over dancing with her was a cold splash of reality. But Jared had gotten the same speech from his own girlfriend. They were in this miserable, virginity-intact boat together, like always. “We were so damn excited,” Jared said, his voice lower, almost a whisper. “I was gonna… you know. Finally feel what it’s like.” “Yeah,” Jordan breathed out, the word sounding more like a moan than he intended. His mind, against his will, conjured the fantasy he’d been nursing for weeks. Soft skin, quiet sighs, the wet heat of a— His eyes drifted to Jared, who was leaning forward, elbows on his knees. And then he saw it. The strained fabric of his best friend’s thin grey shorts. A distinct, undeniable tent. And at its tip, a dark, wet patch was blooming, seeping through the cotton. Jordan’s breath hitched. His own cock, which had been half-hard with frustrated longing, jolted to full, aching attention. The sudden, intense throb was so violent it was almost painful. What the hell? Why does seeing that… do this to me? Jared must have felt the weight of his stare. He glanced up, his eyes slightly glazed from the cheap whisky they’d been drinking. His gaze didn’t go to Jordan’s face. It dropped immediately to his lap, to the identical, obvious bulge tenting Jordan’s own shorts. Jared’s lips parted slightly. He didn’t look away. He just… stared. And Jordan watched, mesmerized, as the wet spot on Jared’s shorts grew just a little darker. “Damn, man,” Jared finally said, his voice rough. “I wish we were getting laid tonight.” “Tell me about it,” Jordan choked out. “I mean, look. I’m hard just thinking about it.” “Me too,” Jared admitted, his voice a low thrum that vibrated right through Jordan. The admission hung between them, charged and dangerous. Jared’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s crotch. “Damn, dude. How big is that thing? It looks huge from over here.” A flush crept up Jordan’s neck. He was modest, always had been, despite knowing he was generously equipped. “Oh, not that big.” “Looks really big. Bigger than mine,” Jared pressed, a curious, hungry glint in his eye. “How big are you?” Jordan asked, the question leaving his lips before his brain could censor it. “Eight inches.” Jordan scoffed, a nervous reflex. “Yeah, right.” “I swear to god,” Jared said, and there was no joke in his tone. It was pure, deadly serious heat. “Prove it.” The challenge hung in the air. Jared, already riding a wave of booze and a bizarre, thrilling new kind of arousal, didn’t hesitate. He stood up, his movements slow, deliberate. His eyes never left Jordan’s as his fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and underwear. In one fluid motion, he pushed them down his hips. His thick, cut cock sprang free, fully erect and impressively long. It was a beautiful, pale column of flesh, and the movement sent a visible jolt through it. A large, glistening drop of precum welled from the slit and oozed down the side. Jordan’s mouth went completely dry. He was so transfixed, so utterly turned on by the sight of his best friend standing there, proudly displaying himself, that he could only stare, his own cock throbbing in a frantic, demanding rhythm. “Your turn,” Jared breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Show me.” There was no hesitation now. Jordan stood, his fingers fumbling with his own button and zipper. He shoved his clothes down, letting his own hard, six-inch erection bob into view. The cool air was a shock against his feverish skin. They stood there, just a few feet apart, completely exposed. No words were needed. It was all understood in the heaving of their chests and the silent, hungry looks they gave each other’s bodies. Almost in unison, their hands went to their own cocks, beginning to stroke. It was a show. A performance for an audience of one. Their shirts came off, tossed aside. They kicked free of their shorts and underwear, leaving them standing naked, closer now. The space between them crackled with unsaid want. Jordan’s eyes were fixed on Jared’s hand, on the way his foreskin glided smoothly, slicked by his own abundant precum. “Man, I wish I had lube too,” Jordan muttered, his own dry strokes starting to chafe. “I can help you,” Jared said, his voice husky. He stepped forward, so close now Jordan could feel the heat radiating from his body. Jared wrapped his hand around his own cock and gave it two firm, slow pulls, collecting the clear fluid beading at his tip. Then he reached out, his movements hesitant for only a second, before he smeared his warm, slick precum directly onto Jordan’s shaft. The sensation was electric. So warm. So wet. A low groan was torn from Jordan’s throat. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” “You like that?” Jared asked, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fierce excitement. “Yeah.” They stepped even closer, until their bodies were almost touching. Jared reached down, his slick hand wrapping around both of their cocks. He gave an experimental stroke, and the feeling was utterly mind-blowing. Their shafts slid together, glistening, Jared’s precum making the friction deliciously smooth and wet. “Feels so good on my dick, bro,” Jordan gasped, his hips beginning to move on their own. “Yeah, same here,” Jared moaned, his grip tightening. Their free hands began to explore, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. Jared’s fingers wrapped around Jordan’s length, stroking him in time with his own thrusts into their shared grip. Jordan did the same, his hand closing around Jared’s hot, velvety skin. It was thicker than he’d imagined, a solid, pulsing weight in his hand. They looked up from the erotic sight of their intertwined hands and their cocks sliding together. Their eyes met. The confusion was gone, burned away by a pure, unadulterated need. Without a word, they leaned in, and their mouths met in a clumsy, desperate kiss. It was all heat and wetness and the faint taste of whisky. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring as their hands worked each other’s cocks, their rhythms faltering, becoming frantic. “I wanna taste you,” Jordan panted against Jared’s lips, the desire overwhelming him. He sank to his knees, his world narrowing to the beautiful cock in front of him. He took the head into his mouth, lapping at the precum there, savoring the musky, salty taste. He swirled his tongue, sucking gently, and Jared’s strangled cry of “Oh, fuck…” was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard. He didn’t last long, the novelty and intensity too much, before he rose, his own need paramount. Jared understood instantly. He dropped to his own knees, taking Jordan’s slick length into his mouth with an eager hunger, mimicking what Jordan had done. The hot, wet suction made Jordan’s knees buckle. He buried his hands in Jared’s hair, his head falling back. Soon, they were side-by-side on the edge of the bed, kissing again, their hands roaming over each other’s chests and stomachs, before returning to stroke their own cocks, the visual of the other fueling the fire. “I’m getting close, man,” Jared warned, his voice tight and strained. “So close.” The words were a trigger. “Me too. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Jordan gasped, his orgasm rushing up on him like a freight train. “Kiss me,” Jared demanded, pulling him in. “Kiss me while we cum.” Their mouths crashed together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss as their hands flew over their cocks. The world dissolved into pure sensation. A second later, Jordan’s whole body seized, a muffled, guttural moan swallowed by Jared’s mouth as his cock jerked violently, sending thick ropes of cum shooting up onto his stomach and chest. Jared’s own muffled cry followed instantly, his hot release joining Jordan’s, his body shuddering against him. They kept kissing through the aftershocks, their hands slowly, tenderly, stroking their own spent, slick cocks, mingling their releases.

For me there is no such thing as enough cock. I constantly crave cock and seed and if I have a weekend where I dont get fucked and bred 15 times between Friday noight and Sunday night I am howling for it

Sorry I messed up pasting chapter 5;in the previous post.m FULL CHAPTER 5 The walk back to the truck was a blur of buzzing adrenaline and sticky, cooling skin. The humid evening air did little to cut through the heat radiating off their bodies. They didn’t speak until the cab doors were closed, sealing them in a silent, private world. “Holy fucking shit,” Jared finally breathed, his hands still gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. He turned to Jordan, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “Did that just happen?” Jordan could only nod, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face. His heart was still thumping a wild, erratic rhythm against his ribs. “It happened.” The words felt inadequate. What they’d done, what they’d been a part of, was more than an event; it was a seismic shift. A door had been blown off its hinges, and a whole new world of hungry, deviant possibility sprawled out before them. The confusion was gone, replaced by a crystal-clear, thrilling hunger. Jared started the engine, but didn’t put the truck in gear. He just looked at Jordan, the yellow light from the dashboard softening the sharp lines of his face. “That… turned me on. More than anything ever has.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Watching that guy use his Twink… fuck. And the way he looked at us. He wanted us to watch. He wanted us to join.” “Me too,” Jordan admitted, the confession feeling like a weight lifting off his chest. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He paused, the memory of the woods mingling with an older, more private fantasy. “But you know what really gets me? Those videos. The ‘straight guys go gay for pay’ ones.” Jared raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. “Yeah? Which part? The guy getting paid?” Jordan shook his head, his pulse kicking up a notch. This was a deeper truth, one he’d never voiced. “No. I used to think that. But now… I think I want to be the one on my knees. The one making the straight guy feel so good he forgets about the money. Forgets he’s even with a guy.” The silence in the cab was electric. Jared’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s mouth for a tantalizing second. “Fuck, Jordan. That’s… let’s do it.” The plan formed with a frantic, giddy energy once they got back to Jordan’s house, his parents safely out of town for the weekend. They downloaded three different hookup apps, their shoulders pressed together as they hunched over Jordan’s phone. They crafted an ad together, Jared’s fingers flying over the screen: “Generous couple looking for curious straight guys. Discretion assured. $200 for your time.” The responses were immediate. A barrage of dick pics from guys named ‘Daddy’ and ‘HungTop,’ their profiles filled with gym selfies and lewd propositions. Jordan swiped left on all of them, a knot of disappointment forming in his stomach. This felt seedy, not thrilling. Then, a new notification popped up. The username was just ‘B_Blake22’. The profile picture was a cleverly angled shot of a torso, from the chin down to the hips, obscuring the face but showcasing a lean, toned stomach and a prominent bulge in grey sweatpants. But it was the series of small, intricate floral tattoos curling around the hip bone and trailing down the thigh that made Jordan freeze. “No way,” Jared whispered, snatching the phone. He zoomed in on the tattoos. “Is that…?” “Blake Miller,” Jordan finished, his mouth going dry. “It’s him. He’s the only guy in our class with ink like that.” A shocked, giddy excitement replaced the disappointment. They messaged back, their hearts in their throats. The conversation was stilted, transactional. Blake was direct. He needed money for car repairs. He’d never done anything with a guy. He wasn’t gay. Each denial sent a fresh, illicit thrill straight to Jordan’s groin. They arranged the meet. Jordan’s house. An hour. When the doorbell rang, the sound was like a gunshot in the quiet house. Jordan opened the door to find Blake standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking exactly as he had in the hallways of their high school—handsome, athletic, radiating a familiar, straight-boy confidence. His eyes darted past Jordan, and his jaw went slack when he saw Jared leaning against the living room archway. “Jared? Jordan?” Blake’s face cycled through confusion, shock, and a flicker of panic. “What the hell? I… I didn’t know… I mean, your ad…” “We know,” Jared said, his voice calm, a sly smile on his face. “Come in, man. It’s cool.” Blake stepped inside hesitantly, his eyes wide. “Look, I’m not gay,” he blurted out, as if saying it enough would make it true. “I just… the money. I’ve never even thought about…” “We get it,” Jordan said, his own voice surprisingly steady even as his cock began to thicken, pressing against his zipper. The denial was like gasoline on the fire of his arousal. “Beer?” They sat on the couch, the three of them, making awkward small talk for ten minutes, two beers doing little to cut the thick tension. Jared finally stood up and retrieved an envelope from the kitchen counter, placing it on the coffee table. The stack of cash was impossible to ignore. Blake stared at it, then drained his bottle. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. “Okay. What… what do you want me to do?” Jordan’s mouth was desert-dry. This was it. He looked at Jared, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod, then pulled out his phone, tapping the screen to start recording. The red light was a tiny, glowing eye of permission. Jordan slid off the couch onto his knees on the rug. The movement felt natural, powerful. He looked up at Blake, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and a dark, curious interest. Jordan reached out, his fingers trembling only slightly, and placed his palm on the outside of Blake’s jeans. He could feel the heat, the solid shape of him beneath the denim. He rubbed slowly, firmly, and felt the flesh beneath his hand begin to swell and harden. “Oh, fuck,” Blake muttered, his head falling back against the couch cushion, his eyes squeezing shut. Jordan worked the button of his jeans, then the zipper. The sound was obscenely loud. He pushed the rough fabric aside and reached into the opening of Blake’s boxers. His fingers brushed against coarse pubic hair, then found the hot, smooth skin of his cock. It was already half-hard, thickening rapidly under his touch. It was a nice cock, cut, with a slight, graceful upward curve. Perfect. “Stand up,” Jordan whispered. Blake complied, a marionette on a string of desire and cash. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one clumsy motion, his cock springing free. It was fully erect now, thick and veiny, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He sat back down, his legs spread, putting his masculinity on full, vulnerable display. Jared moved closer, phone held steady, the lens capturing every twitch, every flicker of expression. Jordan didn’t waste time. He leaned forward, his face inches from Blake’s groin. He could smell the clean, musky scent of him. He started by licking a slow, wet stripe from the base of his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. Blake jolted, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Jordan did it again, and again, lapping at him like a decadent treat, coating his length in a glossy layer of saliva. He took one of Blake’s balls into his mouth, sucking gently, rolling it with his tongue. “Jesus…” Blake breathed, his hands gripping the couch cushions. Finally, Jordan guided the head of Blake’s cock to his lips. He paused, making eye contact with Jared over Blake’s thigh, seeing the raw hunger in his best friend’s eyes. Then he opened his mouth and took Blake in. The effect was instantaneous. Blake’s eyes rolled back into his head, a long, low moan tearing from his chest. His whole body trembled. The sheer, unadulterated look of pleasure on his face was a drug. It made Jordan feel powerful, wanted, needed. He dove deeper, taking more of him, relaxing his throat until his nose was buried in Blake’s pubes. He started to move, establishing a steady rhythm, his hand working the base as his mouth suctioned the length. And then Blake started talking, his voice a ragged, broken thing. “Yeah… fuck… swallow my cock.” His instructions were no longer for Jordan, but for Jared. “Look at him… look at him suck me. Such a good mouth. Slower… oh god, slower. Feels so good. Faster now. Deeper. Stroke me while you suck me. Just like that. Keep going. I’m getting so close.” Jordan felt the cock in his mouth pulse, the veins thickening. He could taste the first salty-sweet hint of precum. He pulled off, letting Blake’s wet, slick dick slap against his stomach. Blake whimpered at the loss. “No, don’t stop… please…” Jordan waited, letting the edge of orgasm recede. He wanted to own this moment, to control this straight boy’s pleasure completely. He took him back into his mouth, building him up again with deep, passionate sucks, his tongue swirling around the frenulum. He brought him right back to the brink, feeling Blake’s thighs tense, his abs clench. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” Blake begged, his voice cracking. Again, Jordan pulled off, a string of saliva and precum connecting his lips to the glistening purple head. He was playing him like an instrument, and he loved it. “Please,” Blake sobbed, his composure completely shattered. “Let me cum. Please, I need to cum.” Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

Chapter 4 The sight of the kneeling man, the sounds of his eager mouth, the raw display of pleasure—it all sent a current of pure, unadulterated electricity straight to Jordan’s core. He was achingly hard, his own cock throbbing in time with Jared’s pulse against his tongue. But a new, daring thought bloomed in his mind, fed by Jared’s earlier confession about showing off. I want them to see me. I want them to see us. He pulled off Jared’s wet cock with a soft, wet pop, looking up at him. Jared’s eyes were glazed with lust, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Let’s get closer,” Jordan whispered, his voice husky with desire. Jared just nodded, a sharp, eager dip of his chin. They stood together, their hard cocks bouncing as they moved slowly, deliberately, through the undergrowth. The crunch of leaves beneath their bare feet seemed impossibly loud. The two men didn’t startle. The older one, his hand still fisted in the younger man’s hair, simply opened his eyes and watched them approach, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of welcome. The younger man pulled off the thick, veiny cock with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. He turned to look, his eyes wide but not with fear—with excitement. “Well, hello there,” the older man said, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble. His gaze raked over Jordan and Jared’s naked, straining bodies. “You boys want to watch me fuck my Twink?” They both nodded, their throats too tight with anticipation to form words. They stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from the other men, to smell the musky scent of sex and sweat mingling with the earthy aroma of the woods. The older man didn’t wait for another answer. He spun the younger man around with a practiced ease, bending him over the moss-covered trunk of a fallen tree. The younger man—the boy—went willingly, spreading his legs and arching his back, presenting himself. The older man spat into his hand, slicked his own substantial length, and positioned himself. With one powerful, fluid thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. The boy cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that was pure pleasure. “Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!” The older man began to move, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that rocked the younger man’s entire body. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, a slap of skin on skin. “You like this fat dick, boy?” the older man growled, his voice feral. “You like Daddy’s dick splitting your boy hole open?” “Yes, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! Your cock feels so good in me! Harder! Deeper! Faster!” the boy begged, his voice cracking with each driving impact. Jordan and Jared were mesmerized. Their hands instinctively went to their own cocks, stroking in time with the older man’s thrusts. The visual was overwhelming—the powerful, hairy man dominating the willing, eager boy. The sheer carnality of it was the hottest thing Jordan had ever seen. He could feel his own orgasm building, a tight, hot coil low in his belly. He glanced at Jared; his best friend’s jaw was clenched, his strokes becoming frantic, his own precum leaking in a steady, slick stream that he used to lubricate his furious pace. They were both edging, holding themselves right on the precipice, over and over again, driven higher by the explicit show. The older man’s rhythm began to falter, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his grunts more urgent. “I’m gonna nut, boy,” he groaned, his voice thick with impending release. “You want Daddy’s load?” “Yes! Please, Daddy! I want it!” the boy cried out, his body trembling. “Where do you want it?” The boy twisted his head around, his eyes locking directly with Jordan’s. “On my face. Cover my face with it, Daddy.” The command, the raw filth of it, sent Jared and Jordan over another edge. They both moaned, their hands a blur on their own cocks, fighting not to climax. The older man pulled out of the boy’s ass with a wet, slick sound. He spun the dazed boy around onto his knees. The boy looked up at him with utter devotion, his mouth open, tongue out, ready. The older man fisted his own thick, dripping cock, stroking it hard. “Here it comes, boy! Daddy’s gonna nut all over your pretty face!” He let out a series of raw, animalistic groans, his body tensing. “I’m coming! Fuck!” Thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pulsing cock, splattering across the boy’s forehead, his cheeks, his chin, and his open, waiting mouth. The boy moaned, lapping at the cum that landed on his lips, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. The sight was too much. Jordan felt his own control shatter. “Jared, fuck… I’m about to cum…” he gasped, the words torn from him. The boy’s eyes snapped open, landing on them. His face was a glistening, white mask. He grinned, a wicked, depraved smile. “Do it,” he urged, his voice breathy. “Cum on me too. Add to it.” The invitation was all the permission they needed. They looked at each other, a final, silent question answered in the frantic nodding of their heads. They stumbled forward, their cocks aching and dripping, until they were standing over the kneeling boy, their shadows falling across his cum-painted face. They didn’t need to coordinate. Their bodies were perfectly in sync. With twin, guttural cries that ripped through the quiet woods, their orgasms hit them. Jordan’s vision whited out as his cock jerked, pulsing, sending thick jets of his own hot release splashing across the boy’s face, mixing with the older man’s. He heard Jared’s own choked shout beside him, felt the faint mist of his best friend’s cum landing alongside his own. The boy laughed, a sound of pure, unhinged joy, and used his hands to smear the massive, combined load all over his skin. He gathered the sticky mixture and used it to lube his own neglected cock, stroking himself furiously. Within seconds, his back arched and he added his own volley of cum into the air, it arcing up before splattering onto the forest floor with a series of wet patters. Panting, spent, Jordan’s knees felt weak. He looked down at the blissful, utterly debauched boy, then over at Jared, whose chest was heaving, his expression one of stunned, sated awe. The older man clapped a heavy hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Damn, boys. That was a hell of a show,” he chuckled.

So this happened three weeks ago. My former boss and I mess around and are dating. He wanted to whore me out to 20 of his army buddies because of rememberence day. We agreed to do this over a two days. On November 11, my bf gagged me and put a mask on me. They could not hear what I was saying but I could see them. He made take the first ten of his buddies. All was hung, married and condoms was optional. I took all of them and three had two arounds on me. After my bf breed me with their sloppy seconds still in me. The next round was on a Friday some where married and just wanted oral sex. I took all 10 of them and some split roast me and passed me around like I was just an object. One of the guys I knew, he was on of supervisors at a site I worked at. He about 6 feet 7 inches tall. He went full animal on me. He made me suck his dick while he fucked me. When he cummed in me, he just zipped up and left.

I have learned personally that in spun group fuck situations, it may not be the time to say “I wanna get fucked by a dog.”

Feels like there is a pretty big continuum of rough sex options that push limits and do all the right things for both parties that don't go anywhere near the "land the bottom in the ER" outcome. I know "rough" for my power bottoms is a lot different than "rough" for my tight tops flipped as bottoms. Both get a good rough fuck, but its within the limits of their comfort and capabilities of their holes. So ya I can imagine if you are a baseball bat swinging top, high as a kite, and not adjusting to your bottoms abilities, you might have a ER moment. But rough doesn't have to go this way. At all.

Part 8 I smile at the picture of Mark sleeping on Thomas’ shoulder, before I put the phone back into my pocket. They are heading to a poz sex tour, whatever that is, but for me it is going to be another kind of poz adventure today. Tony is driving us to a private gay beach, his gift giver Alan has recommended. I haven’t met Alan yet, but he sounds like a fun guy. The drive takes over an hour, but Tony and I enjoy the scenery around us. Finally, we arrive in front of an iron gate, which opens as soon as we drive into view of the camera. Tony had to register his number plate beforehand. As we park the car a naked older man comes to us and greets us with a big bear hug. ‘Welcome to Paradize, My name is Beau, Alan told me to hold an eye out for you two.’ ‘Hey’ Tony and I say a little nervous. I look around and see a sign on the wall. Three simple rules: No clothes no condoms no negativity ‘Oh, yes, our rules. I think they are easy to follow, condoms only produce litter, why would anyone want those at the beach. For the clothes, there are changing rooms over there as well as lockers, but of course you could also change here at the car park and put everything in your car. For the negativity part, I guess Alan told you, that this is a private beach for poz men and their friends.’ ‘Ah, not really, he just said, we would have fun’ Tony answers for us both ‘Oh, put one of you is poz, right?’ ‘Yeah, that would be me, Tony … nice to meet you’ ‘You too’ Beau says ‘so, that would mean you are Luke and you are neg at the moment.’ ‘That’s right’ I say, ‘is this a problem?’ ‘Not at all, but you just have to wear this wristband. It shows to the others that you are neg, some of our visitors only want to have sex with other poz men, so they probably won’t come to you. But others are quite horny to get some neg cock and ass, that’s why I think you will be popular today.’ ‘Oh, that sound like great fun’ ‘It is you two, now get out of those clothes and head to the beach, and a day full of sun, water, sex and pozzibilities. Have fun.’ While we walk naked to the beach, I look at the blue wristband, which makes me feel a little nervous, but Tony takes my hand, and I start to relax. I have been off PrEP now for ten days, even though, I only managed to tell my brother yesterday. But I needed to be sure first, and taking Tony’s poz cock every day for the last week just felt right. The beach is beautiful, we look for a perfect spot to relax, but there are already a lot of naked men, lying around. We decide to put our towels in the middle of the hustle, as we are both slowly getting hard. While we make ourselves comfortable, a man steps behind me, his shadow falling over me. He started to put his hand on my lower back, but I turned around rather quickly, and now his hand lies above my cock. I feel his strong and rough hands on my skin, before I manage to look him into his hazel eyes. He looks hot, my cock betraying me as it becomes rock-hard immediately, but his body is just perfection. Not the gym kind of muscle guy, but muscles because of hard work. The roughness of his hands, the lines in his face, the strength in his shoulders. This is a man of purpose, a man of power. He probably is around 40, twice my age, but I fancy him, a lot. Without uttering a single word, he takes my hand and guides me to his towel, which shows a big biohazard symbol. I sit myself down, but he positions me on my back. He pulls my legs apart and lets his body fall slowly down on me. When we are face to face, his eyes wander over my face, before he changes his position slightly, his cock now on my hole. No words have been spoken so far, when I finally want to say something, his mouth meets mine. It is his tongue that penetrates me first, reaching deep into my mouth. My hands slide over his back until they have reached his butt, I signal him with a lustful pull, that he can fuck me now. He didn’t need the encouragement; with slow and considerate pushes he puts pressure on my hole. Suddenly, my body opens up for him, and the tip of his cock enters my ass. But as soon as I am open, he lets all the gentleness go. After the tip he slams his dry cock inside me, his balls hitting my ass, while pain and pleasure run through my body. With increased speed and force he fucks me rough, pushing his cock deeper. As he changes positions again, now holding my legs in his hands, while he focusses on his cock entering me relentlessly, I realise that I am getting fucked in the middle of a beach. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a few men masturbate, while on the right a lot of them just keep going on with their conversations. Sadly, I cannot see Tony, as our spot is over my head. This moment of clarity also brings to me the realisation, that this man is poz, as he is not wearing a blue wristband. So, this man is the first poz cock after Tony, that fucks me since I’m off PrEP, he might be the one to convert me or give the gift, and I have no idea who he is. Another change in position brings me back to the fuck. The man has now put one of my legs over his should, while he pushes the other to the side. My hole is more exposed than before, and his cock slide in more deeply. He increases his thrust again, and starts to lean forward, bringing his body and my leg towards my chest. With a primal look his eyes focus on my face and he kisses me again, my leg pressed between our bodies. I feel his cock twitching, understanding that this poz man will shoot his toxic load inside me. Again, he increases his thrusting and with a final push he comes deep inside me, his warm toxic cum buried deep. He pulls out immediately and offers me his cock for cleaning. I sit myself up, taking his beautiful cock into my mouth licking the mixture of poz cum, ass juice and sweat. As I finally let his cock leave my mouth I notice a small scorpion tattoo on his hip, buried under his pubic hair. He kisses me a final time, and then he lays down on his towel, apparently done with me. I get up and want to walk back to Tony, but my towel and Tony are occupied as he is getting fucked by a massive bodybuilder. A little unsure what to do, with the cum of the last fuck still inside me, I turn around to the men, who masturbated while I was getting fucked. My instinct was right, they waved me to come to them, so I did. In less than a minute I have my second cock of the day in my ass and another in my mouth. Apparently, the man, who has his cock up my ass is Aaron, a big beefy bear, probably in his early 30s. He is incredibly hairy, especially his back, with a huge cock and a shining biohazard tattoo on his hip. In my mouth I have his husband, Darren, a skinny, smooth twink my age. After the silent fuck of the man before, Aaron startles me as he starts to dirty talk, but I get into the rhythm rather quickly. ‘Well, you little bug chaser slut, let me knock you up. My husband has already gotten the gift from me, so you will receive it too. I’m quite the twink converter.’ ‘Yes, Aaron, give it to me. Fuck me. Shoot you toxic poz load inside me.’ ‘Come on hubby, knock him up, this little slut works hard for your poz cum, so give it to him’ The talk turns us three into wild animals, despite rough almost violent thrusting inside my holes, they also scratch and bite my back, shoulders and ass. Darren, takes his cock out of my mouth to position himself below me, now sucking me off, I bend further down, retaking his cock in my mouth. It only takes us two a few minutes to shoot our loads while 69ing. His cum tastes very sweet, I make sure to swallow every little drop of it. He also takes all my cum into his mouth, but he doesn’t swallow. He comes to my face and gives me a deep kiss, making sure I swallow almost all of my own cum, which is a little bitter, but still fucking tasty. Aaron is still fucking me, while we two snowball each other, but I feel his cock twitching inside me, getting ready to take another poz load today. He takes me by the arms and pulls my back towards his hairy chest, when he positioned me as he wanted, his arms wrapped around my body to hold me in place. I can feel all the eyes of the men on the beach on me as Aaron increases his thrusting. With a final push against my ass, his load of toxic cum is shot into my ass. It takes him almost eleven shoots to empty his balls completely inside me. During that time he bit me in my shoulder again, this time leaving stronger marks. I fall back on all fours, getting an encouraging slap on the ass from Aaron. ‘That was great, we should do this again, we are here the whole day’ I make my way back to my towel, which is now free. Tony lying happily on his own. As I sit myself down, I feel something sticky on my ass, apparently the guys who fucked Tony left a souvenir for me on my towel. So, the slut I am I lick it clean as no load can go to waste. Tony laughs and then gives me a deep kiss. Within minutes we two are fucking each other, enjoying the feeling of being watched. We stay at the beach until late afternoon and leave with a lot more loads inside us, a second and third from Aaron and Darren. My hole is wracked, and all the cum is dripping out freely while I walk back to the car. I hand in my blue wristband, hoping that the next time I won’t need it any more. While we are on the way back home, my phone rings. I have gotten two new messages, one from Mark and one from Chad, which is weird as Chad and I haven’t spoken for two weeks now. The one from Mark reads: Hi Luke, just to let you know we have landed safely. We will talk to you tomorrow, apparently Thomas has to be initiated as he is one of only four neg men here. Hope you had fun at the beach. The other is from Chad: Hi, Lukey, guess who is on the same poz sex tour as your one and only former fuckbuddy. Right, you 'straight' brother and he lost initiation today, but see for yourself. I reluctantly open a picture he has send me, and on it I see Chad, now with a fresh biohazard tattoo around his belly button, fucking my smiling brother.

Chapter 3 The sticky, cooling sensation between them was the first thing Jordan registered. Not as a shock, but as a fact. A pleasant, warm fact. He blinked his eyes open, the morning light softer this time, finding Jared’s sleeping face inches from his own. There was no frantic scrambling apart, no wave of panicked guilt. Just a deep, resonant calm. Jared’s eyes fluttered open. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “Morning,” Jordan breathed back, his own smile forming in response. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Jared’s lips. It was gentle, affectionate, a world away from the desperate, hungry kisses of the night before. It felt… natural. They disentangled themselves, the dried cum on their stomachs pulling at their skin. “We’re a mess,” Jared chuckled, looking down at himself. “A good mess,” Jordan corrected, his heart feeling impossibly full. He’d never imagined waking up like this with anyone, least of all his best friend. The word ‘gay’ floated through his mind, but it didn’t stick. It felt too small, too inadequate for what was between them. This was just… them. They showered separately, a silent, mutual decision to keep some semblance of normalcy for Jared’s family downstairs. But the air between them had shifted permanently. Over a quiet breakfast, their knees touched under the table, a constant, secret point of contact. “So,” Jared said later, as they drove aimlessly through their now-too-familiar town, both high school graduates with a suddenly wide-open future. “What… turns you on?” The question was bold, direct, and it sent a fresh jolt straight to Jordan’s groin. He glanced over, seeing the curious, hungry look in Jared’s eyes. “I don’t know. I guess… I never really let myself think about it before. You?” Jared didn’t hesitate. “Hairy guys. Definitely. And cut cocks. There’s something so… defined about them.” He kept his eyes on the road, but a faint blush crept up his neck. “And… fuck, this is gonna sound weird… precum. Seeing it, tasting it. It drives me insane.” He took a breath. “And… showing off. Exposing myself. The idea of someone seeing me, getting hard because of me… shit.” Jordan’s own cock was already stirring, thickening against his jeans. Jared’s confession was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “That doesn’t sound weird,” he said, his voice a little husky. “It sounds… really fucking hot.” “There’s a place,” Jared said, his tone shifting, becoming conspiratorial. “The old boat ramp out on Route 9. There’s a patch of woods behind it. People… go there. To cruise.” The implication hung in the air, heavy and illicit. Jordan’s mouth went dry. The idea was terrifying. And utterly exhilarating. “You wanna… go check it out?” Jared’s answer was a sharp, eager grin. “Yeah. I really do.” They drove in a charged silence, the anticipation building like a physical pressure. By the time Jared pulled his truck into the gravel parking lot, Jordan’s heart was hammering against his ribs. A few other cars were scattered around, their occupants unseen. The air felt thick, charged with possibility. They got out, both wearing the thinnest athletic shorts they owned, commando beneath. The late afternoon sun was warm on their skin. With every step toward the tree line, Jordan felt his cock twitch, beginning its inevitable swell. The coarse fabric of his shorts dragged against the sensitive head, and he knew a dark spot of precum was already beginning to form. He glanced at Jared’s crotch and saw the same tell-tale dampness, the outline of his thick shaft becoming more pronounced with every heartbeat. The woods were quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and their own footsteps on the packed earth. The thrill of the unknown, the sheer audacity of what they were doing, was a potent aphrodisiac. Jared stopped walking. Without a word, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to his mid-thigh. His cock and balls sprang free into the dappled sunlight, his impressive eight inches already fully hard, glistening at the tip. He let out a shaky breath, a mix of nerves and pure excitement. “Your turn,” he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. The command was all Jordan needed. He fumbled with his own shorts, shoving them down. The humid air felt incredible on his exposed skin. He was fully erect now, his six-inch cock standing proud, a bead of precum welling and dripping onto the leaf litter below. Seeing Jared standing there, so boldly exposed, made him feel powerful, desired, and incredibly vulnerable all at once. They walked on, their cocks bouncing freely, the lewd slap of their bare thighs the only sound for a moment. Then, a new sound reached them. A low, rhythmic grunting. And another sound, wetter, more slurping. They crept closer, their pace slowing, until they saw them through a break in the trees. Two men. One, older with a hairy chest and a cut cock, standing with his back against an oak. The other, younger, was on his knees, his head bobbing in the man’s lap, the wet, sucking sounds echoing softly in the clearing. The standing man had his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy, one hand tangled in the hair of the man servicing him. It was surreal. A scene from a porn movie playing out in the dappled green light of the woods. Jordan’s breath caught. It should have been shocking, maybe even off-putting. But it wasn’t. It was the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. The raw, unfiltered hunger of it mirrored his own. He felt a hand on his arm. Jared was staring, his own cock leaking steadily now, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The look they shared said everything. This is real. This is happening. Without breaking eye contact with Jared, Jordan sank to his knees. The damp earth soaked through his shorts, but he didn’t care. He reached for Jared’s hips, pulling him closer. He took Jared’s beautiful, leaking cock into his mouth in one deep, sloppy glide, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the salty-sweet precum. He gagged slightly, then relaxed his throat, taking him deeper, wanting to taste every inch, wanting to be a part of the raw, hungry energy of this place. He looked up, his eyes meeting Jared’s, and saw a look of awe and pure, unadulterated lust staring back down at him.

Chapter 2 The morning light was a cruel, bright lie. It streamed through Jordan’s blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the wreckage of their tuxedos and the two bodies tangled in his sheets. The smell of sex was still thick in the air, a musky, sweet scent that made his stomach clench. Jared stirred first, his body stiffening the second consciousness returned. His eyes snapped open, meeting Jordan’s, which were already wide awake and filled with the same dawning horror. They flew apart as if electrocuted, the warmth of the other’s skin suddenly feeling like a brand. Silence. Heavy, awkward, suffocating. “Dude,” Jared finally rasped, his voice rough with sleep and regret. He stared at the ceiling. “What… what was that?” Jordan’s mind was a frantic, scrambling mess. The memories flashed—the feel of Jared’s cock in his hand, in his mouth, the taste of his cum. A hot flush of shame was immediately chased by a treacherous, electric jolt of arousal. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? “The whisky,” Jordan said, the words tasting like ash. “It was the whisky. And… and getting dumped. We weren’t thinking straight.” “Yeah,” Jared agreed too quickly, relief flooding his tone. “Right. Just a fucked-up, drunk thing. It didn’t mean anything.” “Right. Doesn’t mean anything.” They dressed in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes, the unspoken agreement hanging between them: We will never speak of this again. Jared left with a mumbled goodbye, and the click of the door shutting felt infinitely heavier than it ever had before. The agreement was a lie they told each other, but a lie they couldn’t tell themselves. In the days that followed, the memory was a ghost that haunted every quiet moment. Jordan would be staring at his phone, and his mind would replay the sight of Jared’s thick, cut cock springing free, the large drop of precum. His own body would betray him instantly, hardening in his jeans, a constant, aching reminder. It was confusing, wrong, and yet the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever experienced. They hung out as usual—played video games, shot hoops in the driveway—but the easy camaraderie was strained. A new tension hummed beneath the surface, a current of unsaid words and unanswered questions. Their eyes would meet, and they’d both quickly look away, the air crackling with everything they were pretending not to feel. Jordan found himself watching Jared’s hands, remembering how they felt on his skin, and he’d have to adjust himself, desperate for more but too terrified to ask. The first big summer party was a welcome distraction. Music throbbed, red plastic cups were everywhere, and pretty girls in sundresses laughed and danced. Jordan flirted half-heartedly with a girl from his bio class, but his attention kept drifting. Across the crowded backyard, Jared was doing the same, leaning against a fence, chatting with a group of friends. And then his eyes—as if pulled by a magnet—found Jordan’s. It wasn’t a glance. It was a stare. A direct, unbroken line of intense, shared recognition. In that split second, the noise of the party faded. There was no confusion, only a silent, screaming question. Are you thinking about it, too? Do you want it, too? The connection was so potent, so undeniable, that they both had to look away, their hearts hammering against their ribs. The entire night became a tense, exhilarating game of stolen glances and simmering want. The party wound down. They called an Uber Pool, a decision that felt like fate. They slid into the backseat, a stranger already asleep in the front. Their thighs pressed together from hip to knee, the thin fabric of their shorts doing nothing to insulate the heat of the contact. Jordan’s breath caught. Jared’s leg was solid muscle, warm and real. Every slight shift of the car, every bump in the road, sent a fresh jolt through him. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears, his cock beginning to stir, thick and insistent. He dared a glance sideways. Jared was already looking at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with drink and desire. There was no pretense left, no denial. The look was pure, unfiltered hunger. Jared’s hand, resting on his own thigh, twitched, his fingers curling into a fist. Jordan’s own hand trembled. The air in the car was too hot, too thick to breathe. They didn’t speak a word. They didn’t have to. The Uber pulled away from Jordan’s house, and they practically fell out of the car, a chaotic tangle of limbs and frantic energy. They stumbled up the driveway, a silent, mutual desperation guiding them. Getting the key in the lock was a fumbling, agonizing delay. The front door finally swung shut behind them, plunging them into the quiet dark of the hallway. And then Jared moved. In one fluid, powerful motion, he spun Jordan around and pinned him against the back of the door. The thud echoed through the house. Their eyes locked for one final, searing second of confirmation before Jared’s mouth crashed down on his. This was nothing like the drunken, exploratory kiss from prom night. This was deep, passionate, and utterly intentional. It was all tongue and teeth and desperate, hungry noises pulled from their throats. Jordan’s hands came up, tangling in Jared’s hair, pulling him closer as he kissed back with equal fervor. Their cocks were already granite-hard, straining against their shorts, pressing against each other’s through the fabric. Jared’s hands yanked at Jordan’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tearing his own off. Buttons pinged against the wall. Their hands fumbled with belts and zippers, pushing jeans and underwear down in a frenzied rush until they pooled at their ankles. They broke the kiss, both gasping for air, their foreheads pressed together. Their bare, leaking cocks slapped together, a hot, slick connection that made them both groan. The sensation was electric, a direct line to every nerve ending. Jared dropped to his knees, his hands on Jordan’s hips. He didn’t hesitate. He took the entire length of Jordan’s six-inch cock into his mouth in one smooth, wet glide. “Oh, god, Jared…” Jordan moaned, his head thumping back against the door. The heat was unbelievable, the suction perfect. “Your mouth… feels so fucking good on my dick.” Jared hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight up Jordan’s spine. He pulled off, swirling his tongue around the head, lapping at the precum already beading there. “You taste so good,” Jordan gasped, his voice ragged. “So sweet.” The praise seemed to ignite something in Jared. He took him deep again, his nose pressing into the trimmed hair at Jordan’s base, his eyes watering as he worked his throat around him. The sight, the sounds, the feeling—it was too much. Jordan knew he wouldn’t last. “Stop, stop…” he panted, pulling Jared up by his shoulders. “My turn.” He pushed Jared toward the bed, following him down as they landed in a heap on the comforter. Jordan kissed him hard before sliding down his body, his own hunger taking over. He took Jared’s thick, eight-inch cock into his mouth, mimicking what he’d just received. He gagged slightly, his eyes watering, drool slicking his chin, but he didn’t stop. He worked him, taking him as deep as he could, lost in the musky, male taste of him. Jared’s hips bucked off the bed. “Fuck, Jordan…” he grunted, his hands fisting the sheets. After a few blissful minutes, Jared gently pulled him off. “Turn over,” he breathed, his voice dark with need. Jordan complied without question, rolling onto his stomach, his heart hammering. He felt Jared settle between his legs, then the warm, wet swipe of his tongue against his tight, nervous hole. Jordan jolted. “Oh, shit…” Jared didn’t let up. He feasted, tonguing him deep and slow, tasting him with a reverence that made Jordan’s toes curl. He tastes so good. The sensation was alien and incredible, a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. He was panting into the mattress, pushing back against Jared’s face, completely surrendered. “Fuck me,” he begged, the words muffled by the comforter. “Please, Jared. Put your cock in my ass. I need it.” He heard Jared spit into his hand, then the slick sound of him stroking his own cock. A moment later, the blunt, wet head of Jared’s cock was pressing against him. Jared worked it slowly, using his own copious precum and spit to ease the way, pressing against the tight ring of muscle until, with a slow, burning, glorious push, he slid inside. The fullness was overwhelming. Jordan cried out, a strangled sound of pure ecstasy as Jared began to move, setting a deep, passionate rhythm. It was a little painful, a glorious stretch, but the pleasure eclipsed everything. “Wait,” Jordan gasped. “I want to see you.” Jared stilled, pulling out momentarily so Jordan could flip onto his back. He hooked his legs over Jared’s shoulders, pulling him close. Their eyes locked as Jared pushed back in, sinking deep once more. The intimacy of the position was staggering. They were face to face, bodies joined, breathing the same air. And in Jared’s eyes, Jordan saw it. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just heat. It was something deeper, something that had been there all along, hidden beneath years of friendship and confusion. It was love. The liquor in his veins gave him a bravery he’d never known. “I love you,” he whispered, the words leaving his lips on a broken moan. Jared’s rhythm faltered. Shock, then a dawning, breathtaking wonder washed over his face. He leaned down, his thrusts becoming tender, deeper, more meaningful. “I love you too,” he breathed against Jordan’s lips. The confession was the final catalyst. The dam broke. Their orgasms ripped through them simultaneously, a powerful, shared release that felt like a physical manifestation of their words. Jordan’s back arched off the bed as he came, his vision whiting out, his cry of “Jared!” echoing in the room. Jared’s own climax followed, his body shuddering, his moan of “Jordan…” a perfect, answering echo as he emptied himself deep inside. They collapsed together, a sweaty, breathless, entangled mess, the words hanging in the air between them, real and undeniable.

I don’t get it. Every profile of mine says poz, bareback, party, pig, piss etc etc. and yet still I get messages asking if I’m neg or will use a condom.

Chapter 5 Jordan looked at Jared, who was furiously stroking his own hard cock with his free hand, his breathing as ragged as Blake’s. Jordan gave a single, decisive nod. Now. He took Blake’s cock deep, deeper than before, burying it in his throat and holding it there. He looked up, meeting Blake’s desperate, pleading eyes. “I’m cumming!” Blake shouted, his body bowing off the couch. The first pulse was a violent, shocking burst of heat against the back of Jordan’s throat. He swallowed instinctively, and the action seemed to trigger a cataclysm within Blake. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum shot down his throat, each pulse accompanied by a guttural, almost pained moan from Blake. His body shook uncontrollably, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself completely. When the last shudder passed, Blake collapsed back against the couch, panting, his eyes glazed over. He looked down at Jordan, who was still kneeling between his legs, a trail of cum on his chin. A look of pure, unadulterated disbelief washed over his face. “I’ve… I’ve never felt anything… so good in my life,” he stammered, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Never… from anyone…”

To the OP though, I've always thought that refraining from sex for x number of days increases both the hunger for sex, as well as the volume of the load. That's why I wait for the weekends to hit the fuckjoints - I'm what one could call Damn READY after several days - and I like both the self-control, and the result when breednights roll around.

Hardly. You're not a selfish fuck, you're conscious, in tune, aware of what the other guy(s) are experiencing. From the most sadistic, hard-core Bd/Sm scene, to the most vanilla sex imaginable, it takes a man with respect not only for the other guy(s), but respect for his own sexual appetite. After reading your commentary in various threads for a few years, I feel I know you well enough (in this context, at least) to know that you respect yourself enough to avoid harming your fuckbuds/tricks in any way. Some call it being a "mensch". Some call it being a Man. By whatever moniker, you're a man.

There might be another competition between the brothers--who can be the sluttier one. Luke definitely has stepped out of his "comfort zone" when he voluntarily lets a strange poz man have his way and breed Luke deeply and thoroughly within literally minutes of arriving at the beach. He then sees Tony getting recharged himself, so he finds a poz couple and gets double-teamed by Aaron and Darren. As they say, Luke behaved like a kid in a candy store on the beach--partaking of the variety of guys on the beach and their poz loads. Who knows--Maybe, Tony will experience a second fuck flu, and there will be three men seroconverting together soon. We got a glimpse of what to expect from Mark and Thomas' sex tour. Chad deposited his toxic cum into Thomas. Will Luke want Chad to breed him as well now that he knows Chad is poz and Luke is not on PrEP? Oh the web that the poz brotherhood creates! It's a who has topped or bottommed for whom scenario. I will be curious to learn how many shared tops the brothers will have when their pozzing journeys are finished. Eagerly waiting for the next chapter...

A slim Black man, maybe 20-22 years by the look of him, dropped two loads in me while I was housesitting for a friend last night... A lot of fun.

Nice description of your loosen hole , I want to enlarge my Nice asspussy like you

It’s been a while since I last wrote a story. This one ended up being about 37,000 words and 72 pages. I'm not a professional writer and I’m sure there are flaws—my apologies in advance. I really enjoy hearing feedback and hearing about others’ experiences and stories. Piggier, the better. If you have a memorable moment you’d like to share, feel free to do so. I’m eager to hear it. I’d also love to hear your feedback on this story. Where do you think it’s headed? I made my fortune playing footy in my early days. I was a rugby player and played for 10 years. Fuck they were good times on and off the field. On the field, I was a sought-after player, consistently named player of the match, won two Brownlow Medals, and was one of the highest-paid players in the league at the time. Off the field, I was a wild one. I had a girlfriend at the beginning, and got her pregnant, but it didn’t take long to venture out. It started with partying, drinking, drugs, and out with the boys. Management struggled to control the media’s coverage. Then I started fucking around behind my girlfriend’s back. I would hit the brothels and fuck a couple of hookers, eventually just picking up any willing chick that made a move on me at the bars. My girlfriend at the time knew, and it wasn’t long before we split and she left, taking the young lad with her. My partying continued. I’d snort countless lines of coke and fuck an endless number of chicks. I didn’t care if it hit the media. I was fucking wild. The then house parties would begin. The footy lads would get together, hot birds were invited over, and the same thing would happen. Cocaine and pussy. But something changed. I tried a gangbang, and something flipped. Yeah, being in footy, we would see each other in the change rooms naked, and weird shit would happen like arse smacking and fag name-calling on several occasions. We would torture the player who performed the worst by pinning him down and pissing on him. But I never felt the tingly feeling I felt when I experienced my first gangbang. Watching these strong men with their rock-hard dicks jerking off while they watched their teammate fuck the blond bombshell flicked a switch inside me. Sharing the moment with hot men watching another man’s arse cheeks squeeze and release with every stroke of his cock driving deeper inside her cunt was driving me wild. There was one moment I vividly remember: I paid close attention to the beads of sweat forming on one mate’s back as the heat radiated from his body, the deep, burly moans with each thrust, and his muscles flexing with every movement. I had to refrain from touching my cock when I watched my mate pulsate and moan, unleashing his load. He would pull out, cock glistening from pussy juice and cum. Instantly, my mind went to thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking it clean. I didn’t know what was going on. Was it all the cocaine? Probably. I didn’t know. My cock was as hard as solid steel. I thought my knob was going to burst open. Every bit of my willpower was in overdrive. Three teammates fucked her. Her cunt was spewing cum. She would scoop a little bit out with her long pink silicone nail and lick it off with her tongue. What a slut. ‘Your turn, mate.’ Fuck! I was hypnotised entirely, I didn’t realise I was up next. All the fella’s who just fucked her had some huge cocks on them. Thick, veiny, long and rock solid. I have a big cock, but not to their grandeur. I knelt between her legs. Cunt spread open, cum seeping out. My cock throbbed at the sight. I tried my best to change my thoughts, but my willpower was running on fumes. I pressed my knob on her pussy. The wet, warm cum slathered it. No lube needed. I pushed in, and that was all it took, and I just unloaded in her with one stroke. My body pulsed, and it felt like every bit of my life force was sucked out of me through my cock and into her. ‘What?!’ ‘No way.’ All I could hear behind me was my teammates laughing at me as I prematurely ejaculated inside the whores used cunt. She looked at me with a sigh of disappointment, but I was too busy trying to regain my consciousness. I pulled out. My cock was soaked in cum. I couldn’t resist and scooped a bit off my shaft and placed it on my tongue. ‘Wow! Fuck!’ ‘He’s gonna do it.’ ‘Urgh!’ ‘He’s a spunk eater.’ That I did, all I could hear was the other rugby players laughing, calling me filthy names and saying how grouse that was. My mind, however, was sparking all kinds of feelings throughout my body; their name-calling had become distant sounds and noise. I was hooked. Life took a turn. I got too reckless, and the club management couldn’t deflect the press. Eventually, images of eating out pussy and my face coated in random men’s cum were released, and I lost my contract. My career dried up. I am now 52 and work for a logistics company dealing in global trading, and in my downtime, I coach a local high school football team. I met a hot bird who, despite her knowledge of my perverted background, still found an interest in me. She was young, 34 and a banging arse. I learned that she was into older men, particularly ex-footy players. Our sex life started like any. I’d get on top of her and bang her until I unloaded. I had little care-factor if she came or enjoyed it. It was all about me. I think she put up with it because of my fame and money. She was pretty happy to be used as a fuck rag so long as she could lounge around in my penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of Melbourne. Then, those thoughts of a caked-up pussy flooded my mind, and soon I was eating her out after I blew my load in her. She knew my shady past and let it happen. This wasn’t enough. Over time, my deep urges overpowered. I missed the drugs. I missed the gangbangs and wild sex parties. I started on the Coke again. Drinking. She, too, began to join in. Then one day, after a coaching session with the school football team, I walked into my apartment, still sweaty and smelly from the session, wearing my sports gear, and heard noises coming from the lounge area. The evening light was shining through the wall-to-wall glass panels, and I couldn’t believe what I walked into. My then wife bent over the couch, facing the Melbourne skyline, with a random bloke banging her from behind. I froze. Shocked at first. Thoughts racing. How long had she been doing this? In my place. Who else has fucked her? How could I not have known? Is he wearing a condom? Is he going to cum in her? I felt my cock harden at the thoughts. I watched as he gripped her hips and thrusted in her hard and fast. Arse clenching at every pump. Moans erupting from both her and him. He then grabbed her blonde hair with both her hands and banged hard. Moans got louder. ‘Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned louder. I think I heard a ‘yes’ in there somewhere. His pumps grew shorter, more frantic. I watched her arse cheeks ripple with every pound from the guy. ‘I’m cumming! Arrghh. Yeahh. Fuckkk.’ I couldn’t resist and pulled out my cock and jerked off at the sight. It seemed like a long time while he shot his load, and he eventually pulled out. Indeed, he fuck her without protection. His long cock glistened through the evening light, reflecting off the moist pussy juice and cum. His knob was still throbbing from the aftermath of his ejaculation. And her pussy gaped with pearly white cum seeping out, dripping on the black leather couch. She turned her head. ‘Oh. Hi honey. Seems you are enjoying the show.’ She teased, as she wiggled her perky arse. The bloke then realised I was there, jerking furiously at what I had just walked into. ‘Holly shit! Your husband is here.’ He looked left and right, hoping his clothes were nearby, in response to the unexpected voyeurism. I then recognised him as the daytime receptionist from the apartment building’s lobby. I stared at his softening cock and the matted pubes trailing up his abdomen. I wanted to lick it, then shook the thought away. That’s gay. No way. Then looked at my wife’s pussy, still dripping with cum. I stepped out of my shorts and jocks and walked over and pushed my cock in her. It was barely a second, and I was cumming in gallons. I had not felt an intense orgasm like that since the times I was in gangbangs fucking used up cunts. I slowly pulled out. My cock too was glistening from all the cum and juices. I scooped what I could off my cock and licked it off my hand. My cock continued to throb. I couldn’t resist. I bent down to my knees and planted my face into her cunt. I ate and sucked and drove my tongue into her. She moaned. I was lost in my own mind. Drowning in the salty taste of my spunk mixed with the reception guy’s. I could feel it smearing my face and dripping down my chin. I jerked off furiously. No telling how long I was down there, but eventually I pulled away, gasping for breath. I turned to see the bloke just staring at me with a horrid expression. Seeing my face drenched in cum like a starving dog just freshly nourished was too much for him. He grabbed his scattered clothes and walked out, still naked. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

Huge load last night. Don’t normally get the opportunity for evening action, but my (female) partner is away for the week, so decided to get out there and hit up Wet on Wellington here in Melbourne. It was my first visit since moving a few months ago and was also a mixed gender night. Lent a slightly weird vibe as was hard to tell who was there just to follow the girls around. Wandered the maze endlessly for ages to the point my feet were starting to cramp. It was getting late and I was at a decision point… Go home or take action! I’m pretty shy and don’t really like to approach people directly. Knew I’d have to either get ass up with an open door or get in a sling. Luckily, one of the sling rooms (with a big mirror on the side) was free so I hopped in, legs in the air. I assumed I’d be ignored for a while and would just call it a night or would vacate if a couple arrived wanting to use the sling. There was a well-built black African guy near the door after a couple of minutes. I assumed he might be looking to join in with one of the girls in the adjoining room, but next thing I know he’s closing the door and stroking his 7-8 inch cock at my hole. Oh boy! First balls-deep thrust up my ass and I knew I was in for a wild ride. I did my best to contribute with the occasional thrust against his cock, but it wasn’t necessary. He was expertly working me over. Slow and steady then wild, ball-slapping thrusts and deep penetration. He paused now and then to lube up a little, but it must have been at least 45 minutes of him relentlessly pounding my ass. I tried to milk his cock with my hole, but near the end I realized that was pointless and ineffective as he’d banged my sphincter into complete surrender by then. It was almost out of body by this point. It was just the non-stop slapping soundtrack of his cock and balls slamming against my butt cheeks, my white legs in the air against his black skin, and the occasional glance to the mirror to take in the scene. I had a vague sense I was close to tapping out but then he was cumming, shooting a massive load inside me, pressing balls-deep to make sure I got it all. I felt immediately full and wet as he pulled out. I touched a finger to my hole and he laughed at the undeniable evidence of a thorough and complete bareback fucking. He was so pleased with his epic performance and I was elated to have been of service. The only sad thing was that the door was closed and no-one else got to see to show. As we exited, the guy outside the room looked a little disappointed he couldn’t have a turn on me, but it was near closing time and I was wrecked in every sense. Had to urinate before leaving, but did my best to keep as much cum in me as possible for the long walk home, even though some of it was down my leg and in the towel. It was still oozing and farting out of me an hour later on the bathroom floor of my apartment. Just one load but it was one for the ages.

oh fuck yeah .. i'd love to get under him .. 😆

Who ever says they dont like older tops they are wrong! The other night on sniffies i had a 72 year old hit me up, he sent nice cock pics. Good size. But didn't want to send a face Pic. I was about to block him then he asked if I like bondage and ws... ooh now got my attention. I said sure he said he has a sling in his basement. A second ooh now Im interested. I asked any cock problems? He said no and I'm loaded with pills and i took a few a minute ago. I said ok address. He gave me his address and said ill clean you out when you get here. I arrived at his house and yes looked that age very gray hair in a bathrobe. So the slut I am I entered. He looked at me and said take your clothes off here and put them on the table. So I did. He said nice, grabbed my arm and said come this way as we walked down the stairs to the basement. I saw the sling with tables and chairs all around it on a cold concrete floor. He said hop up on it. As I got situated he took off his robe and exposed his average body in full leathers. Looked kinda nice. He walked over to me stroking and saw it was a good size. He then strapped me in put a blindfold on me. I started tobfeel him rubbing my leggs, chest then my cock. I heard noises then heard a sink get turned on. A few minutes I felt something hard and thin go in my hole pushing deep. He said j I st relax. Then a bloating feeling started as i assumed an enema as it was removed. He said release it. So I felt a stream pouring out. Then again.. He did this about 3 times. Then the last time again he said this is special blend as I felt a warming feeling in me and a little burning then I felt a rush hit after a few minutes and was told to hold it in. I expelled it and heard some noises then felt something by my nose as i was told to breathe in deep. Then all of a sudden his cock was pushing in as my body was tingling. It did feel amazing by this time and as he pumped and pumped for at least two hours I had a intense feeling with every inch going in and out. I wanted to tap out after a while i was getting to exhausted and sore but I couldn't say anything but moan. He started to moaned as he stopped moving then felt a warm feeling inside and pumped again as I heard slushing sounds from below I felt and smelled piss as it was dripping down my back. He pulled out and was pissing all over me it felt warm and i loved it. Then he was slurping my ass for sometime licking my hole and leggs. I could smell the strong piss smell all over me. He moved around and felt him slide his cock back in and pounded hard for some time slamming back a forth. He pulled out grabbed my cock and sucked me for a while he asked for me to let piss come out so I pushed and all of a sudden I pissed as he moved my cock feeling his mouth around on my cock slurping. I pissed on me and his mouth as he spit it on my face. He again slid his cock in for another pounding for a few more minutes then he moaned. He pulled out and walked away I heard noises as a sink was turned on then I felt him unstrap my leggs as warm water and a sponge was wiping all over me. I could smell soap. Then he removed my arms as he pulled me off to rinse me off with a bucket and sponges. Then towel dry me as he removed the blindfold. He hosed off the sling as I saw the drain in the floor. I still had a weird feeling but was rock hard as he sat on a chair to suck me. I was about to blow he pulled my hips in and swallowed my cock as I blew. He got up and we went upstairs to see his husband sitting there jerking. He said i saw everything and you have a great ass. I said thanks nice cock. He said come sit on it. So I turned around and slowly squated on it till my ass was on his lap. He said nice and loose. I grinded a little as he pushed me on the floor keeping his cock in then laid on me as he pumped and said in my ear im going to cum. He did cum as he laid on me for a minute. He got up I got up as the two started kissing. I slowly got up and sat down on the couch as they both sat next to me and we kissed each other for a while. I was getting hard as the 1st guy told me he wanted to watch me fuck his husband. He got all fours as I got into position to push my cock in him. My back and ass were rubbed as i pumped but I sadly lasted only few minutes as I blew a load in him. He spun around to suck me clean me. We got up and I got dressed and said my good byes.

She did try it once. Not on the streets, though, but at a brothel, together with Laura. It wasn't a huge turn on since there was a strict condom policy. Girls were getting fired for not using rubbers. We were told there were places where bareback is allowed or even preferred, but we never found one. We never met a couple that was poz. If we did, they didn't tell us.

Part 6 Doctor John and I are standing in the dungeon again, but this time fully clothed. We are looking at a magnificent wall painting, which shows a kind of poz family tree. All men of the toxic poz brotherhood are on that wall with their specific biohazard tattoos. The first time I was here, I didn’t notice this wall, but I guess I was occupied. Jamie is finishing the final pieces and then takes a step back, so that Doctor John and I can take a closer look. It is amazing to see my name on that wall and below it the year 2025 with my unique biohazard tattoo beside it. My eyes follow the branch to Doctor John, who got the toxic gift in the year 2003, to Liam with a surprising 1996 below his name. But that’s not the end of the branch, two more names are written above Liam: Greg Warren - 1993 Jonathan Blade – 1987 ‘You know, all started with John, we are all carrying his strain in us. It is unbelievable to know, that we are all connected through his toxic loads given to five willing men in the 90s’ ‘How many are there of us?’ ‘You are number 237, but all this here is the history that came before you.’ ‘And it’s a history I will never forget… but, let’s start with your history, I really want to know how you got pozzed’ Jamie looked at Doctor John with a smile and left the dungeon to leaver us alone. ‘Have a seat Mike, it is quite the story…’ It was the summer of 2003, and I was a 22-year-old skinny twink with a big cock, as you know. Truth be told I was a nerd, not very experienced and not the slut I am today. I interned at a hospital at the pathology department as I want to be a forensic pathologist and work with the police. My supervisor was an absolute asshole, who didn’t like me very much. But he had a wonderful colleague, and he changed my life… this was Liam. One day Liam offered to take me along to an autopsy in a police case. My supervisor happy to be rid of me agreed and we headed to a completely different wing of the hospital, of course in the cellar. Liam would be carrying out the autopsy and I would observe. There were two assistants and two police men, and one of them looked like a fucking movie star. His shirt and pants almost ripping, because of his muscular frame and that ass… still get horny, just thinking about it. But to get on, Liam did his work, but there were some conflicting evidence, so we had to work until late into the evening. Close to midnight he sent his assistants home, and the police has left as well. I offered to help finish up, he gladly accepted. Another hour later we finished, but we needed to shower, because all the chemicals left a strong smell on us. We went to a changing room with a single shower, which was right next to the autopsy room. I offered to wait, so that Liam could go first, but he just said we could share. We are adults after all. And that’s when the fun began. Liam stripped completely naked with a confidence only a man with a model figure could have, I saw a tattoo on his cock but couldn't really figure out what it was. He stepped into the shower, his very hairy chest getting even sexier when wet, but the shower was already tight for him alone. I slowly got out of my clothes, my cock hard as a rock. I turned around quickly, so that Liam wouldn’t notice but then I felt a hand on my shoulders. He turned me around, took my hand from my cock and admired my smooth, thin body. Without a word he kneeled and started to suck my cock. His tongue moving from my cock’s head down the shaft to my balls. I felt precum leaking out of my cock, but Liam cleaned it all away. He stood up and pulled my body to his, our cocks touching, his massive between us. We kissed, and I tasted my own cum on his lips. We moved to the shower, the water hitting us hard. He pressed me against the wall with all his body, the weight just feeling amazing. He kept kissing me but something in me wanted more. I broke the kiss and started to kiss his body, first his neck, then his chest, his nipples, his stomach and finally the space about his cock. As I reached his cock, I saw the biohazard tattoo but had no idea what it meant. Without asking I took his cock in my mouth, starting to suck him off. He thrusted against me, but my head banged against the wall, so he put his hands on my head, not only to keep pushing me towards his cock, but also keeping my head from hitting the wall. It felt like I sucked him for an eternity. As he pulled me up to envelope me in another kiss, we heard a cough behind us, and there stood the hot police officer. Liam greeted him with a nod, and turned us around, so that he stood behind me and I was facing the police officer. I heart Liam turn off the shower, his spit now hitting my hole and without warning his cock pushed against my entrance, I was too shocked to open up, but then the police man stepped forward and gave me a longing kiss. This relaxed me, and Liam entered me immediately. He started to increase his rhythm and pressure, so that I had his whole cock in my ass within seconds. While Liam fucked me, the police officer broke our kiss, stepped back and began to get undressed. I almost couldn’t breathe watching this beautiful man get naked in front of me. His body was ridiculously powerful, not fat, just pure muscle and a very thick cock. As my eyes gazed upon his body, I noticed a similar biohazard tattoo to Liam’s, on his right hip. The police man stepped forward, taking my head and forcing it to his cock. Now, I was being fucked by both guys in both of my holes. Liam’s cock started pulsating inside me, I didn’t understand at the time, what that meant. He started to pull me closer to him and let out a loud moan, as he told me, that he is now going to give me his toxic seed. The police officer encouraged him, calling me a neg twink faggot, in need to be pozzed. This was the first time I realised what was happening, and I came immediately, handsfree on the floor. Liam felt my excitement, and with a final thrust filled my hole with his toxic cum. With my cum on the floor and Liam’s inside me, I thought this was over but then the police officer stepped behind me and pushed his cock in my cum creamed hole. I moaned loudly as he was way bigger in girth then Liam, …yes, I know, but it’s true. He was more violent and rougher than Liam, and I had difficulties to remain standing. Liam stepped in front of me and gave me a deep kiss, also I could steady myself on his naked body. The police officer gave a primal and deep grunt, before his toxic load filled my hole. His cock slipped out, and I felt the openness of my hole clearly. He bent over and gave my hole a final lick, before walking past me and getting dressed. Liam and I were still pressed together as the police man left the room. We looked at each other, kissed us again and then went for the real shower. Three months later and a few more hook-ups with Liam I tested poz, becoming a member of this beautiful brotherhood. Doctor John ended his story, while my hard cock was pressing against my jeans. ‘Did you ever find out, who that police man was’? ‘Oh, of course’ Doctor John smiled ‘You see that name over there… Eric, the first guy Liam ever gifted the gift to, he is the police officer.’ I look at the name and see so much more names below it, he at least gifted one guy per year, since 2001. Doctor John seems to grasp my thinking. ‘Mike you just got pozzed, so don’t rush it, but at the right time you will be expanding our branch too. Don’t forget, you are a gift giver now.’

The Pleasure Chest has them behind the glass right at the checkout counter when you first walk in. I was there two weeks ago and the person in front of me asked for poppers and the cashier didn't care about semantics 😂

I absolutely AGREE 100%... I always wear jockstrap.. so that way when I'm on all fours my ass is fully plumped in my jockstrap exposing my raw hole... with some socks on ready to be used and bred by the TOP. 😉

Teenagers are already doing the worse nightmare of their parents, teachers, and other authorities: experimenting with sex. In my view, 90% of teenagers are interested in other teenagers and perhaps 5 to 10 percent are into older guys; That there are teenagers who are interested in older guys is proven by the number of posts on this site affirming the same. By teenagers I am referring to young adults who are post puberty and who have a natural interest in sex, some more than others. I am not advocating that teenagers start having sex with older people and 95% of teenagers would not be interested at all. However, 5% of people would be open to the idea, I believe, and perhaps 2 or 3% really interested, as well. Most states in the US allow 16 yrs old's to get a full driving license and many allow 14 to 15 yr old's to get limited licenses. If you can drive a car as a teen then you can definitely consent to sex — if that is what you want to do. If a 14 or 15 yr old with some kind of license driving a car gets into an accident are you going to say he is a minor and therefore cannot be held responsible for his actions? Some situations do require us to ignore the fact that the individual is a minor and look at his actions as an adult. Not all situations are the same, even if they appear to be so. When it comes to sex, there isn't a unanimous consensus on all issues. Was it just Austin's responsibility or does the 15 yr old in question share some responsibility as well? . Austin Wolf in an interview stated that he has been with over 7000 to 9000 people in the past 20 years¹. Did Mr. Wolf feel obligated to go along with this young man's request. Many men on gay apps are wankers and do not show up to meet someone. The fact that Mr. Wolf has consistently met men for sex, almost at the rate or twice a day for the past twenty years , shows how committed and loving he is. Perhaps as a sex performer, he just loves to give, and make people sexually happy. Could this young angel have heard of the reputation of Austin and taken advantage of it? I don't have all the details of the case, but from what I have read in the news report, there was another gentleman involved and Austin through the use of mobile technology (text or an app) enticed this guy to come to New York to have sex. He made the following statement to the judge: “In late 2023 or early 2024, I induced a 15-year-old to engage in a sex act, I don’t remember through text or [social media], but phones were definitely used. I know what I was doing was wrong”² Who is this other adult? If it was a text message, how did the two come into contact. I mean its not like Austin is a teacher and used his position to get young underage peoples number. It is actually more likely that the young angel contacted Austin rather than the other way around. May I ask, why did this young angel travel to another state to have sex with an Adult? Did he know that he would be breaking the law and put his sexual partner - the older guy- at substantial risk. Did he understand what he was fantasizing about and did, was a crime under the eyes of the law. I believe anyone who breaks the law willingly needs to face the consequences of it. If Austin is to been punished for breaking the law, so should this young angel— and be tried as a juvenile criminal. The counsel for Austin acknowledges that this is a complex case³ but I don't see him arguing that in front of the court. He seems to be a guy who does more of corporate cases and mentions some Industrial case that he is dealing with in his letter. Perhaps Austin would be better served if he sought a people's lawyer who has dealt with such real life and real people's issues. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.out.com/sex/austin-wolf-body-count ² [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://nypost.com/2025/06/20/media/ex-porn-star-austin-wolf-to-plead-guilty-to-child-porn-charges/ ³ [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.nysd.623918/gov.uscourts.nysd.623918.33.0.pdf [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.them.us/story/austin-wolf-justin-heath-smith-guilty-plea

exactly. I wonder how many guys here started to have sex at underage.

It is really sad. I wonder if the pressure of being a gay celebrity got to Austin. Was he going through some stress like financial difficulties, lack of work, relationship problem etc.? If the minor was not coerced but a willing participant in this sinful act, I definitely think the courts should take account of it and not try to make a moral statement. Who contacted who? Did Austin Wolf meet this guy on an app. Did the guy contact Wolf? How many other adult men has this 15 yr old angel contacted; Is he really an innocent victim who was physically coerced into sexual activity by a larger grown up man like Austin, or is there more to the story? Is this young man really a Vestial Virgin that the court seems to assume he is. The court should try to investigate the Truth. Some younger individuals are very curious about sex. Hell, there are teens who are getting high on drugs by the time they are 15 or 14 yrs old. Is the court going to start sending them to jail? If this 15 yr old is not an innocent angel, I think maybe 6 months or even a year at best should be an appropriate sentencing, and Austin's time in jail should be taken into account. Casual sex is a complicated subject. Sometimes there are fault lines and sometimes bad connections. It is sad this turned out to be a really bad line that could kill you.

College Cock Hound When Matt looks back on it, he’s not really sure how it all began. Maybe it was a conversation with Paul and Ryan after a great fuck on MLK weekend. Ryan had just started classes again after a long holiday break with his family in the Caribbean. Matt remembers lying back on his bed, naked, legs spread some with cum leaking from his ass as Paul and Ryan talked. Matt remembers thinking how much sense it all made – Ryan’s college friends would get tested regularly for STIs and HIV; and knowing they were safe, Matt could have bareback sex with them. Ryan said he had so much fun with Matt and that sex with Matt was such a fun and positive experience. Ryan wanted his sexually repressed college friends to experience it as well. Paul assured Matt that this was the best way to keep his ass full of cum, but know he was only having sex with negative guys. It took about a week for Matt to agree. It was right after Matt had given up his ass bareback to another dude whose name he didn’t know. Matt was feeling guilty about it. Matt was talking to Paul at the bar and Paul said, “Matt you like bareback sex. Just accept it. The safest way for you to do it is with Ryan’s friends once they are tested.” Matt agreed. Now it is May. Matt had been getting his ass fucked bareback by about 2 dozen college guys for months. Matt was very popular on the Under 21 nights at the bar. He often took 2 or 3 guys back to his place for sex those nights. Almost every day, there was a message on his voicemail or a drunk guy buzzing him asking to come up. Matt, Ryan and Paul had worked out that Ryan’s friends would show Matt their test results before sex. Matt was really good about asking to see the test results. After he saw the results, Matt would ask if the guy wanted to fuck him bareback. Ryan’s friends always said yes and Matt always took the guy’s load in his ass, sometimes more than one load. Matt liked knowing the guys were negative and knowing them personally a bit – especially the regulars. There wasn’t a lot of romance. Lots of excited college cocks for Matt to suck and fuck him. It being May, it was finals and prep weeks for the guys. Matt had been getting fucked at least once a day for months now; but it had been almost a week since he had seen Ryan or any of his friends. Matt was familiar with this time in college. Guys caught up on missed assignments, wrote papers, studied hard, took tests, and were packing to go home for the summer. Matt knew it was hard for guys to get away to fuck his ass. Matt couldn’t shake being in a funk. He had been getting his hole filled with cum every day for 3 months and he hadn’t had any for 4 days. Matt got online and had cybersex, but as slutty as Matt tried to be online it wasn’t enough. Matt fingered himself and used toys to try to get off and it wasn’t the same. Trying to shake the funk he was feeling, Matt went to a bar Thursday night to grab a drink and dance a little. He chose the same bar where he’d been fucked in the bathroom a few months ago. It had good music and a small dance floor. Matt picked a cute outfit. He wanted to show off. He put on some shorts that hugged his ass and a one size too small polo shirt. He knew he looked good. Matt said hi to the bar staff checking IDs, but his fuckbuddy wasn’t working tonight. He grabbed a drink from the bartender who’d fucked him a couple months ago. Matt looked around and didn’t see any of the college boys (not an under 21 night), but he did see 5 or 6 guys he’d had sex with before. He also saw a guy who was friends with Ryan from college, but not a guy who had fucked Matt. Matt knew the guy, his name was Jeffrey (not Jeff), and he was a popular bottom boy. Matt viewed him as friendly competition for the other cute tops. Matt also knew from some of their mutual fucks that Jeffrey liked to get fucked bareback as much as Matt did. Matt smiled at Jeffrey and went over to say hi. Jeffrey was a little drunk and they hugged. Jeffrey said, “Matt you look good tonight. Looking at you, I might be in the mood to top.” Matt and Jeffrey laughed. They chatted and Matt asked about finals. Jeffrey said he was almost done – a paper due in three days, but his other tests were all at the beginning of finals period. Matt commiserated about how tough finals were. Jeffrey got caught up in another conversation. Matt walked away to go dance. Matt was dancing and drinking. He tried flirting with a few guys, but no one was interested tonight. After a few hours, tired from dancing and feeling a bit dejected, Matt left the bar. He decided to head home, get on AOL, have cybersex, and play with his toys. Matt got home, stripped off his sweaty clothes, got in the shower, cleaned off and cleaned out, and then was about to get online. The door buzzer went off. It was after midnight. It surprised Matt, but sometimes this happened with the horny, drunk college boys. Naked, Matt went over to the buzzer to see who it was. Somewhat surprised, Jeffrey had buzzed Matt. Matt let him in, thinking he might need a place to crash or something; and quickly put on some pajama pants. Shirtless, Matt opened the door. Jeffrey was drunk. Matt asked if he was ok. Jeffrey kissed Matt. Matt was a bit startled. Matt put his hands on Jeffrey’s shoulders and pulled back a bit. As Matt stepped backwards into the apartment, Jeffrey followed. The door shut behind Jeffrey with a bang. Matt asked Jeffrey if he was ok. Jeffrey said, “Yeah. I told you that you looked good enough for me to want to top tonight.” Matt smiled at Jeffrey. He said, “Come of Jeffrey. We are both bottoms. We like the same things. You’re drunk. You don’t really want to fuck me.” Jeffrey said, “Fuck yeah I do. You’re really sexy. The guys say you feel really good. Let me fuck you.” Guessing that Jeffrey knows about the arrangement that Matt has with the guys Jeffrey goes to college with, Matt smiles. Jeffrey kisses Matt again, softer this time. Jeffrey’s clothes come off. Matt’s hands are roaming over Jeffrey’s body. Jeffrey is taller and bigger than Matt. Matt has a slim runner’s body. Jeffrey played sports in high school and is bulkier with a small belly. Matt rubs Jeffrey’s cock in his boxer briefs and feels a nice size cock. Matt gets on his knees, pulls the boxer briefs down, Jeffrey grabs Matt’s head and guides his mouth onto the hard 7” cock. Matt sucks Jeffrey’s cock in this position for a while. Jeffrey moans that Matt gives good head. Then Jeffrey sits on Matt’s bed. Matt keeps sucking Jeffrey’s cock. It is a nice cock. Matt is glad Jeffrey came over. He wants to have sex and wants to get fucked. Matt is slurping on Jeffrey’s cock. Jeffrey says, “Hold on. Don’t make me cum yet.” Matt comes up off Jeffrey’s cock. Jeffrey says, “Show me your ass Matt.” Matt stands up, drops his pajama pants and turns around showing his ass to Jeffrey. Jeffrey says, “You have a great ass Matt. No wonder guys like fucking you as much as they like fucking me.” Jeffrey bends Matt over and Matt grabs onto the computer desk. Jeffrey spreads Matt’s ass and dives into his hole. Jeffrey takes a lick of Matt’s hole and says, “Now you will know what it’s like to have a bottom eat your ass.” Jeffrey ate and ate Matt’s ass. Matt was moaning and looking back at this man he’d always viewed as his friendly competition for tops as Jeffrey totally devoured his ass. Jeffrey was eating Matt’s ass so good and getting in so deep that Jeffrey had moved Matt fully against the computer desk and was on the floor behind him stabbing his tongue deep into Matt’s hole. Jeffrey came up off the floor, rubbing his body against Matt’s back, until they were face to face and Jeffrey’s cock was nestled in Matt’s wet ass crack. Jeffrey kissed Matt. Matt could taste himself on Jeffrey’s mouth. Jeffrey put Matt’s head down and was running his cock up and down Matt’s crack. Matt was moaning. Jeffrey says, “Want me to slip my cock in you?” Matt replies, “Yes. Fuck me.” Jeffrey says, “You want it bareback?” Matt replies, “Did you bring your test results?” Jeffrey says, “No. I haven’t been tested since August.” Matt is conflicted. He needs to get fucked. Jeffrey’s cock feels so good running along his ass. Matt also knows that Jeffrey is a bareback bottom and likes taking loads. Jeffrey hasn’t been tested in almost a year. Matt doesn’t judge Jeffrey because Matt loves taking loads too, but he knows taking Jeffrey’s bareback cock is not safe. Matt has only been fucked bareback by guys he knows are negative for months. Matt also knows he has condoms because sometimes Ryan’s friends bring them even though they don’t use them. Jeffrey is still rubbing his cock in Matt’s crack. Jeffrey says, “Where’s your lube?” Matt says, “In the drawer.” Jeffrey leans over, opens the drawer, sees the condoms, takes out the lube, opens the lube and dribbles some on his cock and Matt’s hole. Jeffrey rubs his cock in the lube on Matt’s ass crack. Jeffrey says, “Are you going to let me fuck you bareback? Come on. You know you want it.” Matt looks back at Jeffrey and says, “Just fuck me.” Jeffrey says, “Fuck yeah.” Jeffrey lines up his bare cock on Matt’s wet hole and pushes in. Matt’s hole opens easily for Jeffrey’s cock. Jeffrey sinks all the way in until his balls are resting on Matt’s ass. Matt moans as Jeffrey bottoms out inside him. Jeffrey starts fucking Matt. Matt’s mouth opens like an O as he feels Jeffrey slide in and out the first few strokes. Jeffrey’s bare cock slowly pistoning Matt’s well fucked ass. Matt is enjoying the fuck. Jeffrey softly slaps Matt’s ass and says, “Fuck I’m glad you want it bareback. I am usually the one getting fucked. Not sure I could stay hard in one of the condoms you have here.” Matt moans and says, “Fuck your cock feels so good in me bareback.” Jeffrey says, “Yeah. I usually say the same thing to the guys that fuck me. I love getting fucked bareback.” Matt reminds himself that this isn’t safe to do. He should ask Jeffrey to pull out and wrap it up. But, it feels so good in him bareback. He doesn’t want Jeffrey to use a condom. Matt relaxes again into the nice fuck he is receiving. Matt moans. Jeffrey keeps fucking Matt as he is bent over the desk. Jeffrey is trying to hold back from cumming. He wants to use Matt’s ass more. Jeffrey grabs Matt’s hips and slows down his fuck but becomes deliberate about hitting Matt’s prostate. Matt moans or grunts each time. Jeffrey knows how this feels. Jeffrey has had tops do this with him. It makes him delirious as a bottom and always a willing cum receptacle for his top. Jeffrey wants to cum inside Matt. Jeffrey wants to know every time he sees Matt that he bred him. Matt is stroking his cock as he is getting fucked. Matt is feeling every inch of Jeffrey’s cock each time it hits his prostate. Matt is moaning and says, “Your dick feels so good.” Jeffrey says, “You like getting fucked bareback by another bottom?” Matt says, “You fuck so good. I think you might be vers.” Jeffrey speeds up his fuck. He wants to breed Matt. Jeffrey says, “I’m close. You want my load in your ass Matt?” Matt says, “Fuck yeah. Cum in my ass.” Jeffrey’s fingers dig into Matt’s sides as he feels his load shoot into Matt’s unprotected ass. Jeffrey’s load coating Matt’s insides. Matt can feel Jeffrey shoot his load. The feeling of cum in Matt’s ass causes Matt to shoot his load on the desk and the floor. Jeffrey pulls out. He walks to the bathroom. Matt slowly stands up, feeling shaky from the fuck he just received. Matt pulls on his pajama pants. Jeffrey comes out of the bathroom and gets dressed. Jeffrey thanks Matt for a good fuck. Matt thanks Jeffrey. Jeffrey heads home. Matt goes to bed satisfied with the fuck he received.

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Matt at the Bar, Part 2 The drag show is ending as Matt sits down. Paul is flirting with a couple of the guys at the table when Matt sits down. He reaches over to rub Matt’s leg as a friendly gesture. Matt smiles at Paul and the guys. The bouncer Matt knows comes by to clean off the empty glasses on the table. The bouncer leans in and asks Matt to come to the bar with him as he drops off the glasses. Bouncer turns to Matt at the bar and says, “Hey one of the folks who works here saw you leave the bathroom with a guy we know does coke. We asked him not to do it here. I just gotta ask, were you in the bathroom with that guy and did you do drugs with him tonight?” Matt is a bit surprised; not that John would do coke, but that he is being asked if he did coke in the bar tonight. Matt honestly answers, “Yes, we were in the bathroom together. But he was fucking me in there. We didn’t do drugs.” The bouncer rolls his eyes, chuckles, and says, “Matt the bathrooms are not for fucking. If you got caught in there, we’d ask you to leave the bar. Seriously, just use them to go to the bathroom.” Matt blushes deeply (for what seems like the tenth time tonight) and apologizes. The bouncer says “Thanks for being honest with me. Stay away from that guy. He ain’t bad, but he ain’t a good guy either. And, if you wanna get fucked just wiggle that amazing ass in my direction.” The bouncer smiles at Matt. Matt turns away from the bouncer, wiggles his ass, and looks over his shoulder. The bouncer, and now a bartender watching, laugh and high five. Matt laughs. The bartender makes them each a shot and they do it. As Bouncer walks away, he feels Matt’s ass before he takes off. Matt leans in and says, “You want to come by later?” Bouncer nods. Matt grabs a bar napkin and a pen and writes the address and buzzer number on the napkin. “I’ll get out of here about 2am tonight. That cool.” Matt says, “Ring the buzzer. I’m going to go home soon before I get wasted on these drinks.” Bartender makes Matt another long island, on the house. Matt had seen and spoken with the bartender while getting drinks on other visits to this bar. Matt is imagining the bartender fucking his ass. The bartender is mid-30s and has a bulky, almost baseball player build, and nice arms. His shirt cuts into his biceps nicely, but not in an overly muscled way. Matt leans in for the presented drink and says, “The bouncer may come by tonight. Want to join us?” The bartender smiles at Matt and noncommittally says, “Maybe.” Matt smiles and goes back to the table to find Paul and one of the under 21s still there. Paul clearly has decided who he is fucking tonight. Matt is a little disappointed, hoping Paul would fuck him later. Since Matt and Travis broke it off, Matt doesn’t have access to Paul’s dick as often. Matt sits down next to Paul and the guy. Paul turns to Matt and asks what the bouncer wanted. Matt tells him. Paul laughs. The other guy leans in and says, “What’s funny?” Paul tells the guy what happened. The guy is surprised. Matt and Paul can see it on his face. Ignoring the guy’s reaction, Paul says, “Where’s my drink?” Matt apologizes and said this one was on the house. He gives Paul some money and says, “Go get one for yourself. I just forgot.” Paul takes the money and says he will be back; leaving Matt with the surprised college kid to his right. Matt is sitting in his cushioned round swivel stool; looking around the bar some. He turns to face the college boy and asks his name. It’s Ryan. Ryan says, “Listen. I’m sorry I was surprised a minute ago at your story. It’s just that I was saving this for you.” Ryan hands Matt his free safe sex kit the clinic folks were giving out. Ryan continues, “Yours was the only one that was opened. When my friends left after the drag show, they all took their packets. I noticed you left yours on the table and I put it in my pocket to give it to you. I was surprised when you said your got fucked in the bathroom because I knew your condoms were in my pocket. That would mean you got fucked without the condoms.” Matt looked at Ryan and thought, “What a nosy fucker. Why is this asshole all up in my business. This is how rumors start and why people talk about me.” Matt took a beat and sipped his drink through the straw and looked more deeply Ryan. Ryan clearly played sports in high school, maybe club sports in college. The brown haired, button nosed, slim waisted jock was sexy. There was something else though all over the college boy’s face – curiosity. It wasn’t judgment. This kid was curious. Matt put his drink on the table, looked the boy in the eye and said, “Yes. I bumped into a fuckbuddy in line for the bathroom. We fucked in the bathroom. We didn’t use a condom.” Ryan looked like a guy who knew the answer and been proven correct, but then the curiosity washed over his face again. Ryan eagerly asked, “Does that mean the story that Jason told us is true? That y’all had unprotected sex with my friends a couple weeks ago?” Matt looks dead in Ryan’s face and says, “Jason is the black haired one right?” Ryan nods. “What did Jason tell you about his role in this unprotected bareback orgy among 6 guys?” Ryan says, “Not much really. He had sex with two guys.” Paul comes back over with his drink and a water for Ryan. He hears the conversation and sees the guy’s body language. As Paul is about to say something, Matt says, “Ryan. The story you heard made me look slutty right? That, I as the bottom, had unprotected sex with 4 men that night and I let guys cum inside me. And that I was the center of the story?” Ryan nods. Matt sighs slowly and says, “Sex is fun. That night was fun. It really was. It was fun for each of us. Right Paul?” Paul nods. Matt continues, “If the guys telling that story were honest in their retelling of the story, they’d tell it from their own perspectives and how they enjoyed it. Their story would be how it made each of them feel to do the things we did that night.” Paul, sensing Matt’s frustration but also the wisdom in what Matt is saying, joins in saying “Matt is right. When I jerk off thinking about previous sex partners I think about how it made me feel or how they looked as they got fucked or came. Isn’t that how you think about it when you jerk off?” Ryan looks down and shyly says, “I just came out this past year. I have fooled around with some guys on campus, but I haven’t had many great sexual experiences yet.” Then he adds, “I do think what you are saying is true though. I wish more of my friends saw it that way. Instead of judging each other for being too slutty and sleeping around. We all just want the same thing and want to feel good about doing it.” Paul comes and stands between Matt and Ryan. Matt’s legs are on either side of Paul’s legs as he stands there. Ryan is facing Paul as well. Paul kisses Ryan for a minute or so. Paul stops and turns to Matt. Paul kisses Matt and Matt feels his tongue in his mouth. Matt sucks on the tongue and kisses him back. Paul breaks off the kiss. Paul encourages Matt and Ryan to kiss. Matt leans over and Ryan kisses Matt. It’s a good kiss. Matt feels Ryan’s aggressive kiss and lets him take charge. By the time it’s over, Matt’s lips are wet and he feels a little abused, but in a good way. Paul says, “Matt you came to the bar tonight dressed for sex right?” Paul slips his hand up Matt’s shorts and a bit surprised asks, “What happened to your jockstrap?” Matt laughs softly and says, “Payment for services rendered.” The boys all laugh. All the tension from the previous conversation is gone now. Paul says, “That guy in the bathroom fucked you bareback right?” Matt nods, wondering where this is going. Paul says, “You knew there were condoms all over this bar tonight from the clinic safe sex folks, but you had unprotected sex anyway. Why?” Matt says, “It feels a lot better. And I knew the guy who fucked me.” Paul says, “I like to fuck bareback as well. You like getting fucked bareback by me right?” Matt smiles and says, “Yeah I do. I was hoping we’d fuck tonight.” Paul turns to Ryan and says, “When did you last have sex without a condom?” Ryan says, “I never have. I always use condoms to have sex.” Paul says, “When did you last get tested?” Ryan, “Beginning of the semester. Couple months ago.” Paul looks at Matt. Matt, knowing where this is going now, smiles. Paul asks Matt, “You up for it?” Matt says, “Yes. If Ryan is.” Ryan, looking like a cross between a confused puppy and an eager boy, looks at them both. Paul says, “Ryan, would you like to fuck Matt bareback tonight?” Ryan, clearly debating internally, says “but is it safe?” Matt says, “I just got tested and I’m negative. One guy I’ve had sex with previously, fucked me earlier tonight and came in my ass. I know the guy, but he’s not a friend or anything. So..um..yeah..I guess there is a small risk. Up to you.” Ryan says, “I really want to fuck you. You are so sexy. Can we just see how it goes and if we want to use a condom, we can?” Matt says, “Absolutely.” Matt, Paul, and Ryan leave the bar. As they are leaving, Matt sees the bouncer and says, “See you later I hope.” Bouncer smiles at Matt. The three guys head to Matt’s place. When they get there, Matt takes off his shoes, socks, and tank top. Paul and Ryan sit on Matt’s bed and kiss. Matt watches the guys make out. Paul takes off Ryan’s shirt and holds out his hand to Matt. Just in the flimsy running shorts, Matt straddles Ryan’s waist and kisses him. Ryan’s hands explore Matt’s body as they make out. Matt feels the eagerness in the man he is kissing. Matt decides to let Ryan be in total charge so he is comfortable. After a few minutes of rubbing his hands all over Matt’s back, abs, arms and shoulders; Ryan’s hands find Matt’s pert ass. Ryan quickly discovers the open seems and slides his hands inside to run on Matt’s bare ass. Clearly excited, Ryan says “You have the best ass I’ve ever felt.” Matt says softly, “Feel my hole. I like it when a guy plays with my hole.” Ryan looks up at Matt as he runs his fingers through Matt’s ass crack tentatively to find Matt’s hole. Matt and Ryan both know Matt’s been fingered tonight by Paul, fucked and bred by a guy less than an hour ago. Ryan feels Matt’s hole and rubs it. Matt moans softly as Ryan and Paul watch Matt’s face filled with pleasure. Ryan slips a finger inside Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back down on it so it slides all the way inside. Ryan watches as Matt fucks himself on his finger. The bed shifts as Paul stands and undresses himself. As if Paul’s movement is Ryan’s awakening, Ryan flips Matt onto his back, pulls off Matt's shorts, stands up, takes off his jeans and underwear, pushes off his shoes. Clad only in his socks, Ryan gets between Matt’s legs, slides up Matt's lithe body and kisses him. Matt can feel Ryan’s hard cock pressed against him. Ryan is feeling for Matt’s hole again. Matt spread his legs so they are bent on either side of Ryan, feet on the mattress, giving Ryan access to his hole. Ryan says, “I want to fuck you.” Matt says, “I want you to fuck me.” Ryan says, “Your hole is so hot. I can tell you really want to fuck.” Paul says, “Matt loves getting fucked,” and he sits back on the bed. Paul hands Matt the lube packet he brought from the bar. It’s open. Matt reaches down and lubes his hole some and says, “Can I lube your cock Ryan?” Ryan says, “Yes.” Ryan moans as Matt’s lubricated hand wraps around his cock. Matt strokes this nice cock for a few strokes to get it lubed up. Matt looks up at Ryan. Ryan puts his bare cock at Matt's hole and says, “I’m going to fuck you.” Paul holds out a condom and says, “Want this?” Matt says, "I want you to fuck me bareback." Matt guides Ryan’s bare, lubed cock to his unprotected ass and puts it on his hole. Matt says, “Push inside me.” A bit too aggressively, Ryan pushes his cock inside Matt. Matt’s grunt is appreciative and a bit pained. Paul drops the condom on the bed next to Matt and says, “Let Matt adjust to you inside him.” Matt lifts his legs up so Ryan’s cock can slide in him easier. Matt turns his head. sees the unopened condom next to him, and opens his mouth for Paul’s cock. As Paul slides his cock into Matt’s mouth, Ryan’s balls touch Matt’s ass. Ryan is in heaven. This sexy twink is spreading his legs for his bare cock and sucking off another guy that Ryan just met tonight. Fuck this feels so good. Ryan had never felt his bare cock inside an ass before. Ryan was so excited. He wasn’t going to last long inside this ass. Matt could feel Ryan beginning to tense up. He slid his free hand down Ryan’s back and grabbed his ass. Matt stopped sucking Paul for a bit, looked up at Ryan and said, “Cum inside me. It’s ok. I want you to cum in my ass. It’s the best part of getting fucked bareback.” Ryan made eye contact with Matt and growled, “I’m gonna cum soon.” Paul said, “Cum in him. He wants your load.” Matt held his legs open wide and watched as Ryan’s face contorted and he screamed, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” Ryan slammed his hips forward, burying his bare cock in Matt’s ass as he shot his load deep. Matt could feel 6-7 pumps as Ryan unloaded inside him. Ryan collapsed on Matt in enjoyment and pleasure. Ryan’s old habits took over and he slid his cock out and looked down. He chuckled at himself and said, “Oh yeah, no condom to throw in the toilet.” Ryan laid back down on the bed. Paul gently tugged Matt’s arm and said, “Sit your cum filled ass on my bare cock and ride.” Matt smiled and did as he was told; straddling Paul’s lap, lining up his big cock and sitting down on it. Matt adjusted to it easily since he’d already been fingered, fucked by two guys, and this was a cock with which his ass was well acquainted. Matt rode Paul up and down. Ryan laid next to them on Matt’s bed watching the guys fuck. Paul said, “Your ass feels so wet from the loads you took. It turns me on watching you beg guys to cum in you.” Paul took over the fuck at this point, guiding Matt’s ass to meet his thrusts upward. Matt adjusted his ass for this large cock’s intrusion – the third cock of the night. Paul said, “Beg me for it. I’m close and want to hear you say it.” Matt looked at Paul and Ryan and smiled a naughty smile. “You like it when I say slutty things right?” Paul nodded and continued to fuck Matt’s ass, slowing down a bit and long stroking his fat, long, bare cock into Matt’s ass. Matt said, “Cum in me. Add your load to two other guys tonight. Breed me.” Paul slid in and out of Matt as he was hearing the words. It was like Matt pulled a trigger. Paul was so turned on that he started cumming on the out stroke, tried to recover, but ended up losing half his load on Matt’s back, ass and floor. Paul shot his load so hard that he accidentally denied Matt half his load. Paul dropped back on the bed while Matt said, “Dude. You were supposed to cum inside. You shot so hard its in my hair.” They all laughed. Paul said, “That was super hot.” Ryan was hard again from watching the boys fuck. Matt looked hungrily at Ryan’s cock. Matt leaned over and took it in his mouth. It tasted of lube, his ass, and cum. It didn’t take look for Ryan to cum. He held Matt’s head as his shot his load down Matt’s throat. The party broke up when Matt said he needed to shower. The guys got dressed. Matt got Ryan’s number and they left. Matt was in the shower when he heard the door buzzer. He thought Ryan or Paul had forgotten something. He hopped out of the shower, dried off a bit to keep from getting water everywhere, buzzed the front door, popped his own door open a bit and was bent over slipping on the shorts he wore to the bar when he heard his apartment door open. He heard, “That’s a great ass.” Matt looked over his shoulder. It was the bouncer and the bartender from the bar. Matt said, “I guess I don’t need to put these shorts on.” The bouncer and bartender fucked him until the sun came up. Despite all the work of the safe sex advocates, Matt took it bareback from both the bartender and the bouncer that night. Matt took 2 loads down his throat and 3 more up his ass. The bartender and bouncer bred him and Matt begged them to cum in his ass. As the sun came up, Matt had taken 6 loads in his ass from 5 different men in less than 12 hours. Well, 5 and a half loads – Matt didn’t get all of Paul’s load.

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Matt at the Bar Matt is out for a run. It’s a hot day. He’s wearing running shorts and his sneakers. He is running past one of the gay bars when he hears his name. It’s Travis roommate, Paul, calling him. Matt slows down and leans in the window of the bar to say hi. The roommate invites him in. Matt demurs – no ID, just wearing shorts, etc. Roommate says he looks fuckable. Matt laughs and says thanks. They chat another minute before Matt takes off to finish his run. During his run, Matt remembers how good Paul’s long dick feels fucking his ass, how Paul likes to see Matt take his load after Paul has been fucking other guys, and Paul likes to watch Matt get fucked by other guys. It’s been just over two weeks since Matt took 6 loads from four guys in Travis and Paul’s apartment. Travis asked Matt to get tested after that night because Matt’s been getting barebacked a lot. Matt went to the clinic with Travis the next day and then both got tested. After they got tested, on the sidewalk outside the clinic, Travis also told Matt he wanted to take a break from seeing each other. Matt has been in a funk since Travis broke it off. Matt got his results a yesterday – negative. He hasn’t been fucked since he got tested because he and Travis had broken off and Matt knows, like all young guys raised in this era, not to put other guys at risk by fucking around before getting the results back. Thinking of Paul’s cock got Matt hard during his run which was difficult. He stopped to stretch and think of other things. He stretched his calves and hamstrings, and when his dick softened, Matt took off again for home. Matt decided to head out to the bar and meet up with Paul. He quickened his pace on the journey home. Matt showered and cleaned out. Matt was definitely hoping to get fucked tonight, so he didn’t eat at the house – probably get some fries at the bar. Matt slipped on clean running shorts, jock strap, and a tight tee shirt. He looked in the mirror and decided to do one last thing – he pulled open the side seem of the old running shorts so they showed more skin. Matt looked again – not obviously slutty, but just enough skin at the seem so anyone paying close attention could see almost all of Matt’s bare leg up to the waistband. Matt smiled – I’m definitely getting fucked tonight. He grabbed his ID, some cash, and his keys – which barely fit in the pocket of these shorts – and headed out. As Matt arrived at the bar where he saw the roommate earlier, he saw the gay men’s health clinic folks were set up inside handing out condoms, lube, safe sex info, and getting folks to sign up for appointments. Matt saw the guys he had interacted with on his trips to the clinic. He blushed. They said hi and gave Matt a packet of condoms and lube. When Matt showed his ID, he got a wristband and noticed other guys had black X’s on their hands. Matt asked a bouncer he knows what was up – bouncer said it is an 18+ night because there is a drag show and the health clinic thing tonight. Black X means no alcohol. Wristband means your old enough. Matt joked and said, “Old enough to what?” The bouncer smiled and said, “To get the ass fucked off you” and he swatted Matt’s pert ass. The bouncer says, “Seriously though, everyone in here is over 18 tonight. No jailbait in here. We card hard tonight for this event. The clinic is a great resource, but on night’s like this it can make our jobs harder.” He hugs Matt and says, “You do look fuckable tonight. When was your last test? I know you aren’t perfect about condom usage.” Matt laughs remembering the night the bouncer and his friend bred Matt after the bar closed. Matt says, “This week. Negative.” Bouncer kisses Matt on the check and moves on to checking the next ID. The bar is crowded. Matt got the special - a long island iced tea, hoping to catch up to Paul who had been drinking for two hours already, and looked around for Paul. Paul bumped into Matt on his way to the bar, pointed to the table and asked Matt if he wanted another. Matt said yes. Matt went to the table. He introduced himself and realized that all the other guys had black X on their hands. Being 22, almost 23 now, he did feel older than these guys but not by much. Paul comes back with drinks. They are all laughing and joking. Matt feels the guys flirting with him and he flirts back. The conversation turns to the gay men’s health clinic – has everyone signed up to be tested, been before, been tested, etc. The guys are all talking about their experiences, etc. All the guys have their safe sex packets of condoms and lube on the table. The drag show starts and guys turn their attention to the show. Matt is drinking his second drink when he feels a hand rubbing his side. He sees Paul negotiating the open seem on Matt’s shorts. He slides his hand up and inside. He whispers, “A jockstrap. Nice. You looking to get fucked tonight?” Matt leans in and says, “Are we going to use one of the condoms in these packets?" Paul smiles at Matt. Matt stands off his stool and positions himself so he is between Paul’s legs. Paul slips both hands inside Matt’s shorts. Paul starts rubbing Matt’s ass and hole under his shorts. Matt moans slightly. The other guys at the table notice. They can see Paul’s hands under Matt’s shorts. Matt reaches for a safety packet on the table, fumbles but gets the lube packet out successfully. He hands it to Paul. Paul takes it from Matt. Matt spreads his legs some and leans on the table as if he is watching the drag show. Carefully so not to be seen by the entire bar, Paul puts some on his fingers and rubs it on Matt’s hole. Paul slides a finger into Matt’s hole. Matt pushes back taking most of Paul’s finger in the first push. Paul fingers Matt while the performers sing. The MC comes on and says, “Taking a short break. Back in 10 minutes.” Then laughs, grabs the mic again and says, “More like 20 minutes. Beauty takes time sluts.” The undergrads at the table with Paul are no longer watching the stage and are watching Matt get fingered in the bar by Paul. Paul now has two fingers in Matt and he asks Matt, “Who is the biggest slut at this table?” Matt looks back at Paul and says, “You.” Paul rubs a third finger on the outside of Matt’s hole, two other fingers in his hole rubbing the inside of his ass and Paul asks again, “I have two fingers in your ass in the middle of the bar. Who is the bigger slut?” Matt says, “I’m the bigger slut.” Paul says, “How long has it been since you got fucked?” Matt says, “Couple weeks.” Paul says, “When my roommate and I and three college boys fucked you silly?” Matt feels Paul’s fingers rubbing the inside of his ass slowly and it feels so good. Matt doesn’t want Paul to stop. Matt says, “Only two of those college guys fucked me. You and Travis turned out the other one.” Paul chuckles, “Your right Matt; you only got fucked by 4 guys that night.” One of the under 21 guys at the table says, “Wow. You got fucked by 4 guys in one night. You are a slut.” He laughs, so do the other guys Matt just met. Matt says, “Don’t knock it til you try it.” They all laugh, even Paul. Paul now pulls his fingers out of Matt’s ass. He says, “Gotta go get cleaned up. Another round?” Matt agrees to a third long island. While Paul is gone, one of the under 21s face lit up and said, “Wait a second. Are you the guy that slept with Tyler, Jason and Dave?” Matt honestly doesn’t know. He blushes a bit and looks at the guy who asked and says, “I don’t remember their names.” The guys all laugh good natured laughs. The guy who asked says, “Tyler is a blonde guy, thin, good looking, about 5’9”, a twink. I guess Dave looks almost the same. Jason has black hair, a nice ass, and has more muscle than Tyler and Dave.” Matt, hoping to end the interrogation before it gets too detailed, says, “That sounds right. That’s probably them. Nice guys. It was a fun night.” The guy questioning persists, “Tyler says they walked in on you riding Paul’s roommate’s dick and watching him cum inside you. Tyler says he thought you and the other guy were dating until Paul fucked you in front of them in the kitchen. Then it kind of turned into an orgy.” Matt blushes deeply hearing the story told to him by someone who wasn't there. Before he can answer, the MC is back on and Paul is back with the third long island. Matt finishes the second drink and switches to the third. Paul leans in and softly says, “Sorry. Your ass feels great. My fingers were starting to get messy with the lube and your wet ass. I hope you kept the guys entertained.” Matt leans back against Paul’s chest and whispers in his ear, “They know the guys who we fucked around with last week.” Paul rubs Matts back and says, “Don’t worry Matt. You were a slut before they knew you. You’d already let me finger you in the bar in front of them tonight. I think they thought you were slutty before they put two and two together. Paul puts his arm around Matt's shoulders, leans in to his ear and says, "And I like you slutty.” Matt is quiet, somewhat watching the drag show, but also absorbing what Paul said. Matt is clearly upset at the situation. He excuses himself for a bit and goes to the bathroom. There is a small line. While in line, Matt is thinking about his life and the sex he’s been having. In the last 7 months, he’s been fucked bareback by 40-50 guys, most of whom he hasn’t seen more than once. Matt loves the sex. He feels that he’s starting to be judged for barebacking though – Alexander and his friends avoid Matt and call him a slut; he’s been caught getting fucked bareback by his friends; Chris (the law student) isn’t returning calls; he’s been scolded in his city’s AOL m4m chatroom for taking it bareback; and at least three groups of guys have watched him get fucked bareback. Matt drinks his drink. This is not a very big city. Matt thinks he must be getting a reputation as a bareback bottom. Matt is worried. He knows that bareback bottoms get treated like sluts. Tops are considered studs; but, the “bottoms are too slutty to know better.” That’s what guys think. Matt really wants a boyfriend and he’s worried that no one wants to date the guy that everyone has cum in. He doesn’t want to be known as a cum dumpster. Matt drinks some more. The sex is fantastic. Matt loves getting fucked bare. It makes him hard thinking about it. He is dressed to get fucked tonight and wasn't imagining using a condom when we got fucked tonight. He is struggling because he wants someone to breed him tonight, but he also wants someone to want to date him. Matt is confused. Amidst the mental confusion, Matt hears a voice behind him say, “You’ve got a great ass.” Matt turns around. It’s John, the guy with the 9”cock that Matt took home from the bar last year - Geek chic’s best friend. Matt giving it up bare to “Geek chic” started this slide into sluttiness. Matt says hi and looks past him to see if John’s boyfriend or “Geek chic” are with him. Matt says, “Alone tonight?” John says, “Yes. Came out after I got drinks with work friends.” John reaches out to touch Matt’s bare arm and says, “You look good.” Matt says, “Thanks. I was just thinking about you.” John puts both hands on Matt’s waist and says, “Oh yeah. What about?” Matt looks around to see if anyone can hear them, leans into John and says in his ear the truth, “How I gave it up bareback so easily when you fucked me. How slutty that was of me. But also how good it felt.” Matt looks into John’s face searching for a recognition of the internal conflict Matt feels. John smiles at Matt and says, “Oh yeah. I remember that too. Also remember you telling me how much better it felt taking cock raw.” As John says this, his fingers find the split seem in Matt’s shorts. John’s hands slide inside his shorts onto his bare ass. John says, “Jockstrap. That’s hot.” Matt allows himself to lean into John. John kisses him. John’s hands play with Matt’s ass and find his hole as they kiss. The bathroom door opens. Matt is next in line. John guides Matt into the bathroom, closes the door, and says, “I am going to fuck you. Get your clothes off.” Matt drops his tank top on the sink, lowers his shorts and jock to the floor and bends over the sink. John pulls out his cock and rubs it on Matt’s hole. He says, “You have lube on your ass.” Matt smiles at John through the mirror’s reflection and says, “Long story. Did you get one of those safe sex packets tonight?” John says, “Yeah. Why? Are you going to ask me to put on a condom this time?” Matt says, “No. Just use more lube. You have a big dick. I’m going to need it.” John says, “Fuck yeah.” John opens the lube packet and rubs some on his dick. Matt feels the big head push at his hole. He moans remembering how good John’s dick felt in him last time. Matt groans and says, “Fuck me. We need to be quick.” John puts one hand over Matt’s mouth and his other hand guides his bare cock into Matt’s pre-lubed ass. Matt groans loudly into John’s hand as his cock slides almost all the way inside his ass. Matt moves John’s hand and says, “Give me a second to adjust. You are so big.” Matt puts John’s hand back over his mouth. Less than a minute later, Matt slides back on John’s cock until he can feel balls on his ass. Matt feels impaled on John’s cock. John starts to rock back and forth into Matt’s unprotected ass. The rocking becomes slow short strokes, then slow long strokes. Matt’s ass accommodates the invading cock and Matt moans appreciatively. John starts to pull his cock almost all the way out and jam it back in. He does this a few times. John says, “My raw cock looks so good fucking your ass. It’s so hot.” Matt looks in the mirror at the reflection of John fucking him. John’s clothes are mostly still on. Matt is naked except for his shoes and is bent over the sink. Matt hasn’t seen John in months but John’s bare cock is in Matt’s hole. Matt moans and strokes his cock as he watches this hot image in the mirror. John is fucking him faster now. Matt is moaning into John’s hand. John says, “Fuck you have such a great ass. If my boyfriend had an ass like this, I wouldn’t be balls deep in you right now.” Matt pushes his ass back to meet John’s thrusts now. Matt turns his head and says, “Are you going to cum in my ass?” John says, “Fuck yes slut. You want my load deep in your sweet boy cunt don’t you?” John says, “Breed me please. I want it.” John is looking down at this hot 22 year old twink with a runner’s body and an amazing ass. Matt is naked for him, bent over the sink in a bar bathroom, taking his raw cock. This twink’s ass opened for John’s cock so easily but the ass is still so tight. John wants to roar as he breeds his slutty boy. He wants the world to know he’s marking territory. John remembers that he is in a bar bathroom. Instead of screaming as he cums in Matt, John bends over his back and bites down on Matt’s shoulder, grabs Matt’s hips, jams his cock in a few more times and cums in Matt’s ass. Matt is cumming on the floor as John cums in his ass and bites his shoulder. John is still bent over Matt and Matt is still full of John’s large cock. John’s hand no longer covering Matt’s mouth, Matt’s groan as John removes his cock from Matt’s ass is loud. As John’s cock comes free, cum slides out of Matt’s ass with it. John cleans the lube, cum and ass off his cock. Matt cleans his ass, but leaves the rest of the cum inside. John asks for Matt’s jockstrap. Matt says, “A trophy?” John says, “Payment for services rendered.” Matt laughs out loud, remembering John works in finance. Matt hands him the jockstrap and pulls on his shorts and tank top. The whole fuck took less than 5 minutes from Matt bending over the sink to taking John’s load. They leave the bathroom. Guys in line look annoyed. Matt blushes a bit. John isn’t phased. Matt says, “Now I can’t sit down.” John says, “Yeah I have a big dick.” Matt chuckles and says, “Yeah, but I meant I can’t sit down in these shorts while I’m going commando. Everyone will see my goods.” John says, “Isn’t that the point of this sexy outfit. To get guys to notice you and fuck you. Sit on a bar stool and let everyone see.” John kisses Matt, thanks him for the fuck and heads out. Matt goes back to Paul’s table and sits on a bar stool.

Paul's Continuing Seduction, Brings Home Friends Paul, Matt and Travis aren’t exactly a throuple. There is no romance among them – just friendship and good sex. All three guys like to go out to the city’s few gay bars together. Sometimes they go home together, sometimes the go home separately; but mostly those nights Matt and Travis go home to fuck while Paul seduces a new guy. Over the weeks, Matt is less surprised at Paul’s conquests – jocks, twinks, twunks, daddies, bears, otters, couples, friends, a set of twins and their other brother, etc. Paul gets a lot of ass. In conversation, Paul claims that he gets almost all the guys to give it up bareback. Matt believes him given how easily he spread his ass and took Paul’s bare cock the first time they met. Tonight, Matt and Travis left Paul at the bar with some guys he just met. Travis was rubbing Matt’s hole in the bar and Matt is very horny to get fucked. They are barely inside the door before Travis cock is down Matt’s throat and Matt is giving him a sloppy blowjob while Travis leans against the living room wall. Matt is concentrating on making Travis’ cock wet so it slides in his ass easily. He is sucking hard as it leaves his mouth and pushing a lot of spit back on as he takes it make in his mouth. Matt is just going for it and Travis is moaning. All of a sudden, Travis cums in Matt’s mouth. Matt is surprised because he wanted it in his ass; but Matt swallows most of Travis’ load while some drips from his mouth. Matt comes off Travis’ cock and looks up in surprise. Travis says, “I’m sorry. Your blowjob was so hot that I couldn’t stop.” Matt smiles, cum and saliva still on his mouth and face. Matt says, “I get your second load in my ass.” Travis smiles and says, “Give me a few minutes.” They laugh. Matt gets off his knees, goes to the bedroom to get undressed, leaves his briefs on because they look sexy as fuck on his ass and comes back out. He goes to pour the guys a couple drinks and comes back to the couch. He and Travis sit next to each other – Matt in his briefs and Travis in jeans and his tee. They turn on some music and chat for awhile. “One More Time” by Daft Punk starts and Matt immediately reacts. Matt loves this song. He stands to sway to the beat. Travis smiles at him. Matt gets up and starts dancing while Travis watches. Travis stands up and grabs Matt’s hips. The boys start to dance to the song together. Travis turns Matt around and grinds his crotch into Matt’s ass. Matt reaches back to feel Travis cock getting harder. He unzips the jeans and Travis lets them fall and steps out of them. As he does, Matt drops his briefs. Travis cock is hard now in his boxers. He grinds his hard cock against Matt’s naked ass. Travis says, “You have the hottest ass I’ve ever fucked.” Matt says, “You’re going to fuck my ass again in a few minutes.” Travis says, “Fuck yeah I am. Go get the lube and poppers. I want to watch your ass as you do.” Matt goes to the bedroom, grabs the lube and poppers from the nightstand, leaving the unused condoms there. Travis has fucked Matt bareback ever since Matt spread his legs for him the first night they hooked up. Matt likes it when Travis cums in his ass. Matt smiles as he leaves them in the drawer and closes it. He goes back to Travis, who is sitting on the couch stoking his cock out of his boxer flap. Matt hands Travis the lube and opens the poppers and takes two long hits in each nostril. Travis watches, lubes his cock and says, “Ride me Matty.” Matt straddles Travis’ cock, lines it up with his ass and slides down it. Travis loves how Matt looks when he rides his cock. Matt so clearly loves being fucked. Matt is feeling the poppers as his ass opens to take Travis cock in him. As he slides down to Travis balls, Matt moans a slow, “Ohhhhhhh. Fuuuuuckkkkkk.” Matt begins to ride Travis slowly. He needed this ever since Travis started playing with his hole at the bar. He takes another hit of poppers and with Travis’ hands on his ass cheeks, he begins to bounce of Travis cock. He is moaning. Travis takes the poppers and does a couple hits. Both boys are feeling the popper rush. They hear the door open and Paul laughs and says, “Don’t let us stop you.” Matt looks back and sees Paul at the door with the three guys he was at the bar with. Matt looks back at Travis, Travis holds the poppers up to Matt’s nose and Matt does a couple more hits. He rides Travis cock for a few more minutes. Matt is stroking his cock as he rides Travis. Travis is thrusting into Matt now. Matt says, “I’m gonna cum.” Travis says, “Me too. Tell me you want it.” Matt says, “Cum inside me. Breed me.” Travis grabs Matt’s hips and pulls him down on his cock. Travis cums in Matt’s ass and Matt starts cumming on Travis’s tee shirt. The guys with Paul cheer and laugh. Matt lifts off Travis cock and it slides out of him and some cum slides from Matt’s hole. Everyone can see Matt was riding bareback and got bred. Travis gets up off the couch and says, “I’m gonna shower.” Matt leans back on the couch recovering in a post haze fuck. He is naked, but doesn’t think about it at first since he has been mostly naked in Travis and Paul’s apartment for weeks. Paul takes the guys to the kitchen to put away their liquor and make some drinks. He calls out to Matt, “Want a drink?” Matt gets off the couch and goes into the kitchen and says, “Yeah thanks.” The guys tell Matt how hot that was to watch. They all agree. One of them says, “I wish I was dating someone so I could have unprotected sex.” Matt blushes and says, “Yeah it feels so much better.” Paul says, “Yeah it does Matt, you love getting fucked bareback don’t you?” Matt looks at Paul, wondering if Paul is going to want to fuck him in front of these guys. Matt says, “Yeah I do.” Paul smiles and says, “Travis load still in you?” Matt says yes and leans on the kitchen counter. Paul opens his jeans, puts his cock at Matt’s hole and slides in raw. The other guys watch as Matt takes Pauls’ fuck. Paul says, “Don’t worry guys. I have enough cock to fuck you later.” Matt feels this is going to be a quick fuck. He braces himself against the counter, spreads his legs a bit and lets Paul’s cock sink all the way in his ass. Paul fucks Matt like this for a few minutes and cums deep in Matt’s ass and he groans loudly. Matt and Paul disentangle themselves and go turn back to the boys. One black haired guy is staring at Paul’s cock and the two blondes are staring at Matt’s ass. Travis comes in from the shower and says, “I guess it’s gonna be one of those nights.” Matt looks at Travis to see if that was meant in jest or if he’s hurt. He can’t really tell, but Travis cock is tenting his shorts some. Matt gives Travis his own untouched drink. Paul makes Matt another. The guys start chatting with each other and with Travis. Travis asks Paul what caused this impromptu party and Paul says “There was some drama at the bar so we came back here for a few drinks and maybe some fun.” The black haired boy who had been staring at Paul’s cock after he’d fucked Matt says, “Didn’t realize the fun would start before the drinks.” The boys chuckle nervously. Paul kisses the black haired boy. Matt whispers to Travis, “Paul can sniff out the bottoms easily.” Travis chuckles. Travis says, “Let’s go sit down.” Travis takes the chair, the two blonde twinks take the couch, Paul stands behind the now shirtless black haired boy and is rubbing his sides and back. Matt realizes he is still naked, sees his briefs on the floor, blushes and bends over to pick them up. Travis says, “Don’t bother putting them on Matt. Come sit on my lap.” Matt sits on Travis’ lap and can feel Travis is hard again. The blonde twinks are watching Matt’s lithe runners’ body and are clearly hard in their shorts. One of the blonde twinks asks Matt how it feels to have cum inside him. Matt says, “Sometimes it makes me feel full, sometimes it makes my ass feel slick/wet like lube, and sometimes it doesn’t feel like anything. Right now I feel wet though.” Travis feels Matt’s hole and says, “Very wet.” The boys can hear Paul softly ask the black haired boy, “Do you want to feel wet inside?” The black haired boy looks into Paul’s face and says, “Yes.” Paul’s hands come around, undo the black haired boys shorts and slides the shorts and underwear to the floor. Paul says, “Spread your legs. I’m going to eat your ass.” The boy steps out of his shorts, spreads his legs and Paul drops to his knees and starts eating the guy’s ass. Matt gets hard watching the other bottom get his ass eaten. The blonde twinks are watching their friend get rimmed in front of them. They both look at each other and whip out their dicks to stroke them. Matt is watching the scene in Travis lap and feeling Travis’ cock get hard on his ass. Matt rubs his ass crack on Travis’ cock and Travis sighs appreciatively. One of the blonde twinks looks at Matt watching his cock and says, “Wanna suck it?” Matt looks at Travis, gets off his lap, bends over so his ass is facing Travis and licks the blonde’s cock. Matt says, “Tastes good.” Matt takes the cock in his mouth and the blonde twink moans. Matt reaches over to stroke the other blonde’s cock as he sucks his friend. Matt looks up at the twinks and says, “Sit closer together. I’ll suck you both.” The blondes drop their shorts and sit next to each other, hips touching, so Matt can alternate sucking their cocks. The blondes and Travis are watching naked Matt suck cock when they hear a grunt. Everyone looks over to see Paul is sliding his cock into the black haired guy, who is struggling to take it. Matt says, “Hot!” and turns around to keep sucking cock. Travis stands up, drops his shorts and slides his bare cock into Matt’s hole. Matt groans around the cock he’s sucking. Travis says, “Matt sucks dick like he’s starving, but his ass the best.” Paul is fucking the black haired guy against the wall now. Matt is sucking the blonde twinks’ cocks and getting fucked by Travis. This goes on for a few minutes. Paul says, “Wanna swap bottoms Trav?” The black haired boy looks a bit confused, but as Travis’ bare cock slides out of Matt’s ass, he stares at it and licks his lips. Paul’s bare cock slides out of his ass and the black haired guy says, “Fuck me. My ass feels empty.” Travis slides his bare cock into the black haired boy and Paul slides his cock into Matt. Matt adjusts to Paul’s cock easily. Paul is fucking Matt harder than Travis. It’s hard for Matt to suck the blonde twinks dicks now. Paul says, “Matt your ass is so great. Remember when I fucked you for the first time on this couch? How you guided my raw cock into your ass while Travis was getting us a condom, how you wanted it bare even when Travis gave us the condom, and begged for my load that night in front of Travis?” Matt says, “Yeah, it was so hot.” Paul says, “Does Travis have condoms in his room Matt?” Matt says yes. “But you aren’t using them are you? You like bare cocks in you don’t you? Matt says yes. “And if these guys want to fuck you tonight, will you make them use condoms?” Matt looks at the blonde twinks he just met tonight, feels a bit embarrassed, but remembers they already saw Paul and Travis breed his ass tonight and says, “No.” Paul says, “I’m close Matt. Want me to pull out? Matt looks at the twinks again, slightly hesitates but says, “Please cum in my ass. I want your load.” Paul grabs Matts hips, jams his cock inside him, cums in Matt’s ass, and roars a loud groan as he does. Travis turned on by the scene cums in the black haired boys ass. The black haired boy realizes he’s just been bred and says, “Oh shit, did you cum in me?” Travis says, “Yeah.” The black haired boy looks worried. He begins to feel his freshly bred ass. Paul pulls out of Matt’s ass and stands up. Matt slides his ass to the floor, turns around, leans back on the couch. Matt feels well fucked. Travis sits down and drinks his drink. Everyone is naked now. Paul goes over to the black haired boy and Paul’s hand is feeling his hole and ass saying how hot it feels. Matt is watching. He hasn’t cum since he was riding Travis earlier and he’s hard. When one of the blonde twinks leans over to kiss Matt, Matt kisses him back. The guy slides to the floor and keeps making out with Matt. Matt feels his back lowering to the floor as they make out. Matt pulls the twink on top of him, bends his legs so his feet are on the floor and his legs are on either side of the twink. The blonde’s cock is rock hard. It’s rubbing against Matt’s cock as they make out. Matt moves the blonde twink’s cock to his hole and says, “Do you want to fuck me?” The blonde doesn’t answer, but just pushes into Matt’s cum filled ass. The blonde twink looks like he’s in heaven as his cock slides all the way inside Matt. “First time fucking bareback?,” asks Paul. The blonde twink can’t answer because as he is pulling back to start fucking Matt, he starts to cum inside Matt. Matt holds the blonde twink on top of him who is clearly in ecstasy and strokes his back. The guy inside Matt says, “Oh my God! It’s still shooting. I think I’ve shot in you 7 or 8 times.” The blonde twink sighs and rests his head on Matt’s chest. Clearly in a post fuck haze. Travis looks at the other blonde stroking his hard dick and says, “You haven’t cum. You want to fuck or get fucked? I think Paul is up for some more ass.” The second blonde twink says, “I want to top.” Paul asks, “Want to fuck Matt or your friend over here?” The black haired boy looks concerned as his ass has just been offered to another guy and this time it’s his friend. The second blonde twink says, “I want Matt’s ass.” The first blonde pulls out of Matt slowly and struggles to stand up. Travis chuckles and helps him up and gives him his drink. The second blonde twink excitedly slides off the couch, positions his bare cock at Matt’s hole and slides inside him. He is balls deep quickly and fucking Matt decisively. In this position the top is rubbing Matt’s prostate directly as they fuck. Matt is moaning and leaking pre-cum as he gets fucked. He and the second blonde get a rhythm to their fuck. Matt is stroking his cock. He says, “I’m going to cum soon.” The blonde twink inside him says, “Me too.” Matt says, “Cum inside me.” The twink shudders and cries out as he cums inside Matt. Matt feels the cum on the inside walls of his ass. That feeling makes Matt shoot his load all over his abs and chest. Matt and the fourth guy to breed him tonight disentangle themselves. Matt leans on the couch for a minute while seated on the floor. Paul takes the black haired twink by his hand to the bedroom. The blonde twinks talk with Travis and Matt for a few minutes before they decide to head out. After they leave, Travis sends Matt to the bathroom to clean up. Travis goes to bed. About 15 minutes later, Matt is out of the shower and can hear the black haired guy begging Paul for his load. Matt chuckles and thinks “Once you go bare, you never go back.” He smiles and walks to Travis room and gets in bed.

Hey y'all. I decided to continue this story. I've had pieces of it written for awhile, but couldn't figure out Matt's journey. Here is the next chapter: Paul's Continuing Seduction, part 1 Travis is right – Paul and his cock are seductive. Paul, that’s his roommate’s name. Matt learned Paul’s name after taking his bare cock and load that evening. Matt and Travis have been hanging out more in the last few weeks. Whenever Paul is home, he tries to get Matt to take his cock again. Mostly, Travis and Matt just hang together and fuck together; but a couple times Travis will invite Paul to do another threesome with them. Those times Matt is the bottom taking both cocks again and loves it when the guys cum inside him – usually begging them for their loads. One morning, Matt wakes up before Travis and goes to turn on the coffeemaker. Paul arrives home. Matt says, “Late night?” Paul smiles and says, “Fun night with a couple boys from the bar.” Matt laughs and calls Paul a slut. Matt asks a couple questions as Paul goes to his room. They are speaking softly because Travis is asleep, but still friendly. Paul starts getting undressed in his room. Matt is leaning on the doorframe. Paul drops his jeans, looks at Matt, pushes off his boxers, his cock getting hard and says, “Travis load still in you?” Matt says yes. Without thinking about it, Matt pushes his briefs off and bends over Paul’s bed. Paul feels Matt’s ass and pushes his large cock inside. Matt grunts. Paul says, “You’re such a hot slut.” Paul is a verbal fuck. He likes to talk when he fucks. Matt is turned on by it. Paul says, “You’re always walking around here in your underwear just begging to be fucked. Just leave them off so I can slip inside you. You love my cock. Just do it. Walk around naked, we’ve both had your ass. You love getting fucked.” Matt moans and pushes his ass back on Paul’s cock. Paul says, “You are the third ass I had in the last few hours. Yours is the best though. So firm and tight.” Matt says, “And I let you fuck me bare.” Paul says, “Oh those guys took it bare too. Your ass is the third one I got bare.” Matt is a little concerned about taking Paul’s bare cock so soon after it’s been in other guys he doesn’t know. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Paul is fucking faster now. Matt reaches back and grabs Paul’s ass. Paul says, “Worried I’ll pull out? Fuck that I know you like taking the loads you get fucked into you. Beg me. I’m close.” Matt says, “Cum in my ass. I want your load in me.” Both grunting as Paul speeds up. Matt cums on the bed as Paul cums in his ass. Paul says, “Thanks slut” as he pulls out of Matt’s ass. Matt gets up, grabs his underwear but doesn’t put it on, Paul closes the door and Matt gets the coffee for himself and Travis. Matt stops wearing clothes in Travis and Paul’s place. Paul smiles the first time he sees Matt naked walking around the house. When Travis asks why Matt is naked, Matt says, “You’ve both fucked me and cum inside me a few times now, what’s the point of wearing clothes.” Travis laughs. Paul has a code phrase for Matt now when he wants to fuck – “Travis load still in you?” Within minutes Matt is usually bent over something or against a wall taking Paul’s bare cock and then his load.

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