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Rolling around in bed I was hard as a rock and had that familiar feeling that life would be better if I had a thick cock inside me. My girlfriend was out of town and I had no plans for the night. I'd been playing with boys for years but had taken a bit of a break until recently. Once I started giving it up to horny gay boys I found a fire inside me that was endlessly hungry. So every time she was out of town for work I'd hop online and try to find a match. And so far she'd been none the wiser and I'd been having a great time. No harm, right? Tonight would be no different, I convinced myself, as I rolled over to grab my phone. What she also didn't know was that I'd been slipping up lately and going raw. Before I was in a relationship I always played raw, on prep. Since dating I'd gotten off prep and not given it much more thought. But I didn't play all that much so it didn't seem worth the trouble and potential explaining. Hard as a rock and very much in heat I began scrolling through profiles, looking for a top to play with me. Before long I found one nearby, online. His profile name was just a scorpion, no photo. Kinda odd, kinda hot I thought. Didn't think much of it. His profile was pretty sparse except for some stats (that fit my desires) and one line "Say the word and I'll make you mine". Why not. I messaged him. "horny af here, need a top to make me his tonight. i'm hosting." added a sexy photo and sent it. Waited, waited. Nothing. Fuck. Started scrolling again when a message popped in "i bet you do. send location. be naked and ready to fuck, boy" with a photo of his hard, thick cock. I didn't hesitate. I was rushing around with anxious energy getting my place tidy and stripping when i heard a knock at the door. I let him in. Tall, dark, handsome. Yum. He glanced me up and down and said "oh look at you. you're ready for it aren't you?". I nodded silently as he closed the door and began undressing. That's when I noticed the large scorpion tattoo on his chest. "you really like scorpions huh?" I asked shyly. He smirked and just replied "sure man". Feeling a little embarrassed I didn't press it further. Almost like he could sense my trepidation, he moved quickly towards me and kissed me. I melted in his arms right away. Things moved quickly to my bed, his body pressed against me, his hands exploring my body, his cock rock hard pressing against my bare ass. I was in heaven already. "you like it raw?" he moaned softly in my ear. I nodded vigorous. "good boy, im going to give it all to you". I moaned loud as he spread my legs. He slowly worked my hole, loosening me up, all the while driving me insane. By the time he had the tip in I was pulling him in deeper with my legs, begging for his cock. Fuck the lube, fuck the foreplay. I cant wait, I need it bad. He did his work well. That smirk plastered on his face as he gave me what I wanted, pushing deeper, and deeper. Finally buried deep inside me, he leaned in and started kissing me, moving from my lips to my neck. All the while pumping slowly in and out of me like his little fuck doll. I'm sure it wasn't lost on him how desperate I was for this. How bad I yearned for his cock every time he pulled back. "Mmm you love it boy. You ready for me to go harder", to which I simply replied "fuck me", sealing my fate. I didn't mind the lubeless pain. I just wanted him to fuck me. With this he started pounding me, his mouth still locked on my neck. Teeth digging in. I could feel the pain and suddenly had a little sense when I cried out softly "you'll leave a mark!". He paused his attack of my vulnerable neck only long enough to growl in my ear "more than one, I think". My body couldn't resist him so i gave in, letting him bite me hard as he plunged deep into me. "fuck it, you're ready" he said, pulling all the way out - to my great dismay. He commanded me to flip over, pulling my ass back towards him and without warning plunged right back in, knocking the air out of me. He pounded me deep and I could feel he was getting close. I didn't care. I was moaning like a whore. I wanted his load so bad. Needed it now. So did what any good bottom should and begged. He let out a dry laugh and grunted "you were never getting away" and pushed deep and shot it inside me. The feeling of his big hot load exploding in me was enough to send me over the edge into a shaking orgasm, wasting my cum all over the sheets. Panting, sweating, his cock still pulsing inside me, we laid there recovering for a few minutes. I asked him if he wanted to stick around and go again, but he had to head out. "I'll check back with you soon, and if you still need more I'll come pound a few more into you boy" and out the door he went. I was a bit puzzled by this, but I'd gotten what I wanted. I spent the rest of the evening jerking off while his cum leaked slowly out of me. Fell asleep still loaded with cum. Perfect. The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, one big hot hickey planted on my neck. It was only then his words rang back in my mind "more than one, I think". Glancing around my neck I didn't see any though. I wonder what that meant...and how I'll explain this hickey to my girlfriend...

Chapter 2 The Texas night was thick and humid as they prepared to leave the house. The playful energy from the pool had been replaced by a charged, electric anticipation. Nate moved stiffly, his usual uniform of tailored slacks and a button-down shirt replaced by loose-fitting nylon shorts and a worn-out t-shirt from a long-ago charity run. It felt foreign, like a costume. Geoff, on the other hand, was in his element, his youthful body radiating a confident, almost predatory excitement. Brandon was the calm orchestrator, moving between them with a knowing ease. “Hydration is key,” he announced, handing them each a bottle of electric blue Gatorade. He then produced a small, unmarked bottle of clear liquid, adding a precise measure to each of their drinks. “And a little liquid courage never hurt anyone. Especially for your first time, big brother.” Nate took a hesitant sip, the sweet, chemical taste of the Gatorade mixing with a slightly salty, almost undetectable undertone. It was a jarring combination, much like the evening itself. He watched as Geoff and Brandon drank theirs without a second thought, their shared glance telling him this was a familiar ritual. The ride into Dallas in Brandon’s Porsche was a blur of city lights and thumping bass. Nate sat in the back, the leather seats cool against his skin, his mind racing. Midtowne Spa. The name itself sounded seedy, clandestine. He’d driven past the nondescript warehouse building a thousand times on his way to the office, never imagining what went on inside. Now, he was walking into the heart of it. At 9:30 PM, a line of men was already snaking out the door, a diverse mix of ages and builds, all sharing a similar look of intent. Brandon, however, didn’t even pause. He led them to a side entrance, rapping a specific rhythm on the metal door. It opened immediately, revealing a burly man with a thick beard. “Brandon, my man,” the man, Clark, grunted, pulling him into a rough hug. “Got it all set up for you. Sling room’s yours. Enjoy the party.” They moved through the dimly lit, labyrinthine hallways, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant, sweat, and something else… something chemically sweet and primal. The sounds were a symphony of grunts, moans, and the distant, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Nate felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his gut. This was a world away from his carefully managed life of spreadsheets and stock tickers. The sling room was a small, private chamber dominated by a single, imposing piece of equipment: a black leather sling hanging from a heavy-duty chain in the center of the room. Shelves were lined with bottles of lube, poppers, and clean towels. Brandon tossed his backpack onto a bench, the sound of glass clinking together. “Alright, gentlemen,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Time to get comfortable.” He stripped off his shorts and shirt, folding them neatly before wrapping a towel around his waist. Geoff followed suit, his movements fluid and confident. Nate hesitated for a moment before following their lead, the towel feeling flimsy and inadequate. From his backpack, Brandon produced a glass pipe and a small bag of crystalline shards. Nate’s eyes widened. He’d assumed the “liquid courage” was the main event. He watched as Brandon expertly heated the bowl, the white cloud of smoke swirling and growing. He took a deep hit, then passed the pipe to Geoff, who did the same. Nate, figuring it was just some exceptionally potent pot, decided he couldn’t look like a prude. He took the pipe, mimicked their movements, and inhaled. The smoke was harsh and acrid, unlike any marijuana he’d ever encountered. It hit him instantly, a rush of euphoria that made his head spin and his heart hammer in his chest. Geoff, his eyes now glassy and dilated, grinned and hopped into the sling, settling his lean, muscular body into the leather stirrups. He looked like a beautiful offering, a sacrifice to a new god. Nate watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Brandon pulled a rubber tourniquet from the backpack and tied it around his son’s bicep. “What are you doing?” Nate breathed, his voice barely a whisper. “Relax, Dad,” Geoff said, his voice dreamy and calm. Brandon handed him a small syringe. With a practiced hand, Geoff found a vein in the crook of his arm and pushed the plunger. A small bead of blood welled up as he released the tourniquet. He threw his head back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the chemicals coursed through his system. His body arched in the sling, his cock suddenly rock hard and straining against the towel. Nate was frozen, his mind screaming in alarm, but the drug coursing through his veins kept him anchored to the spot, a passive observer to the unimaginable. Brandon offered him the syringe. “Your turn, Nate.” He shook his head, a silent, adamant refusal. He did, however, accept the pipe when it came back around, blowing another cloud into his lungs, the world dissolving into a haze of intense, abstract pleasure. Brandon propped the door open slightly, an invitation. Then he turned his attention to the boy in the sling. He positioned himself between Geoff’s spread legs, his own formidable cock hard and ready. He entered him slowly, deliberately, a long, deep thrust that made Geoff cry out. Brandon began to move, his hips rolling in a powerful, hypnotic rhythm as he slowly drilled into his nephew. Nate stood by the wall, his own forgotten towel tented, his mouth agog. He watched his identical twin’s powerful back flex and tense with each thrust. He watched his son’s face, a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The sight of Brandon’s thick cock disappearing into Geoff’s willing body, the sounds of their shared pleasure, the raw, uninhibited masculinity of it all… it was the most shocking, most transgressive, and without a doubt, the sexiest thing Nate had ever seen in his entire life. The buttoned-up hedge fund manager felt a wall inside himself crumble into dust. The night, he knew, was just getting started.

I said "fag", technically male, but let's not get carried away.

Third time this week with the young guy who's fucking me. Elsewhere on this site I told about the Daddies who are paying him for his "services" but they didn't need him this week. He's flattering me by saying sex with me is the highlight of his week ;-). Well, he has several highlights too when he's fucking me! I love multi-cummers! He asked if he could come back tonight. Am I going to say no??? Silly question 😉

I love being watched. It's one of the reasons I love group sex. I have a regular fuck buddy who loves watching me get bred so he sets up groups so he can watch...and fuck me too.

Chapter 11 The warm weight of Scott’s hand on his, the raw honesty of his story, the smoky burn of the whiskey—it all coalesced into a single, throbbing point of heat in Jordan’s gut. He was completely unaware of the effect it was having on his body, the blood rushing south so fast it left him lightheaded. His thin basketball shorts, worn without underwear as always, provided no defense. A fierce, six-inch erection tented the fabric, the tip already damp with a bead of precum that seeped through the grey cotton, leaving a tiny, dark patch. He only realized his own state when he traced Scott’s gaze. Those dark, intense eyes weren’t on his face anymore. They were fixed, unblinking, on the prominent bulge in his lap. Jordan’s own eyes flicked down, then back up to Scott’s khakis. A mirror image. A thick, heavy outline strained against the tan fabric, unmistakable and just as eager. Seconds stretched, thick and silent, charged with a current so potent Jordan could barely breathe. Scott was the one to break it, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated through the space between them. “I’ve been like this,” he admitted, his eyes flicking back up to meet Jordan’s, “Hard as a goddamn rock… all day. Ever since I…” He didn’t need to finish. Ever since I saw you. Something primal and fearless uncoiled inside Jordan, speaking with a voice that wasn’t entirely his own. “Did you like it?” The question hung in the air, bold and naked. “What you saw? You...want to see more?” Scott’s answer was immediate, a raw exhalation. “Yes.” A thrill, sharp and electric, shot down Jordan’s spine. “My room,” he whispered, the plan forming in a hazy, lust-drunk instant. “Wait until Mom’s asleep. Come to my room.” An hour later, the house was dark and silent. The soft click of his door opening sent Jordan’s heart into a wild rhythm. Scott stood there, silhouetted in the doorway, having traded his button-down for a simple pair of black gym shorts that did little to hide the formidable swell of his cock. He stepped inside and closed the door with a quiet, final sound. Jordan’s nerves were a live wire, his hands trembling slightly. He didn’t know what he was doing, only what he wanted. He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, his thumb swiping until he found the video. He turned the screen toward Scott. It was the clip Jared had recorded. Jordan on his knees, lips stretched around Blake’s thick, curved cock, his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Scott’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He stared, mesmerized, as the movie played out on the small screen. Jordan watched him instead, studying the rapid flicker of emotions on his stepdad’s face: shock, hunger, pure, unadulterated lust. His own hand slipped inside his shorts, fingers wrapping around his aching hardness. A soft groan escaped his lips as he gave himself a slow, slick stroke. Scott’s gaze snapped from the screen to Jordan’s hand moving under his shorts. That was all the permission he needed. With a guttural sound, Scott’s large hand plunged into his own gym shorts. His eyes fell shut for a moment, his head tipping back as his fist began to move, the fabric stretching and tightening over his frantic motion. He was the first to break the barrier. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he pushed his shorts down his powerful thighs in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, and Jordan’s mouth went dry. It was massive, thick and cut, rising from a dense thatch of dark hair. Heavy balls swung beneath it, already drawn up tight. A glistening pearl of precum already crowned the slit. Emboldened, Jordan mimicked him, shoving his own shorts down to his ankles. They stood there, just feet apart, their erections bobbing in the dim light, the only sound their ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic stroking of their own fists. Scott’s eyes were locked on Jordan’s smaller, slick cock, watching the way his hand glided over the flushed head with each pass. “So wet,” Scott murmured, his own strokes becoming louder, slicker, sloppy sounding. “You too,” Jordan breathed out, mesmerized by the sheer, glistening size of the older man, by the way his thick fingers struggled to close around his girth. The visual was overwhelming—the contrast of their bodies, the [banned word] of it all, the raw hunger in Scott’s eyes. His hips began to thrust forward, fucking his own fist. “Fuck, this is so hot.” “Yeah, it has to be our little secret.” Scott grunted, his pace increasing, his other hand cupping and roughly kneading his heavy balls. “Just like that. Show me. Let me see you get off.” The command, so similar to Jared’s yet so entirely different, sent Jordan spiraling. His back arched, his free hand gripping his own thigh for support. He was close, so close, teetering on the edge. Scott was breathing in harsh gasps, his muscular body tensing, a sheen of sweat coating his chest. “I’m close, I'm so close. I'm cumm…!” Jordan choked out, his orgasm roaring up from his toes. Scott’s hand flew off his own cock and clamped over his own mouth, stifling a deep, guttural roar as his hips thrust into empty air. Thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pulsating cock, landing in his own waiting palm, pumping again and again until his hand was overflowing. The sight was Jordan’s undoing. With a cry that was half-sob, half-moan, his own release tore through him. His cum splattered across his stomach and thighs in hot, frantic spurts, his entire body trembling with the force of it. For a long moment, the only sound was their heavy, spent panting. Scott, still holding his messy hand away from himself, gathered his composure with a sharp, almost military precision. He cleaned himself with a tissue from the nightstand, pulled up his shorts, and without another word, turned and left the room, made the "Shh" gesture wit his finger to his mouth, closing the door softly behind him. Jordan collapsed back onto his bed, the scent of sex and whiskey and man thick in the air. His mind was a blissful, overloaded blank. Exhaustion pulled him under, and he fell into a deep, instant sleep, his body sated and his world irrevocably changed.

Chapter 10 The silence in Jordan’s room was heavier than before, thick with the phantom scent of sex and the echoing click of the closing door. They dressed in a frantic, wordless hurry, their movements clumsy with adrenaline and shame. Every creak of the floorboards outside made them freeze, hearts hammering, waiting for the storm to break. But the house remained silent. Finally venturing out, they found the hallway empty. The living room, the kitchen—all deserted. Scott was gone. The only evidence he’d ever been there was the lingering, gut-churning memory of his shocked face. “What do we even say?” Jared whispered, his voice tight as they stood by the side door, a buffer zone between the secret world of Jordan’s room and the real one outside. “We could say we were… I don’t know, wrestling? Practicing for a play?” Jordan shook his head, a sick feeling churning in his stomach. “He saw everything, J. Everything. My… my cum on your face. You… inside me. There’s no explaining that away.” The image was seared into his brain, a brutal, pornographic snapshot. Jared hesitated, then squared his shoulders. “I’ll stay. I’ll be here with you when you talk to him.” “No,” Jordan said, the word coming out firmer than he felt. “I need to do this alone. He’s my…” He almost said ‘dad,’ but it wasn’t right. “…Stepdad. This is my mess.” After Jared left, the house felt cavernous and accusing. Jordan paced, trying to script a conversation that always ended with an imaginary Scott’s face twisting in disgust. He was spiraling, his anxiety a live wire under his skin, when his eyes caught on the corkboard by the door. A crisp, white notecard stood out amongst the pizza coupons and old photos. In Scott’s precise, blocky handwriting, it read: Jordan, need to talk. My office. 3pm. -Scott. The clock read 2:28. His mouth went dry. This is it. The walk to Scott’s downtown office was a blur of nauseating dread. The sleek, modern reception area, the quiet hum of professionalism—it all felt like a bizarre dream. The secretary, offering a polite smile, led him back and closed the heavy oak door behind him, sealing him in. Scott’s office was all rich leather and dark wood. And there he was, behind a massive desk, looking every inch the successful, composed forty-two-year-old man he was. He was handsome in a rugged, distinguished way, his broad frame filling out his tailored shirt, a dusting of dark hair visible at his open collar, his thick beard neatly trimmed. He looked up from some paperwork, his expression unreadable. “Jordan. Have a seat.” Jordan sat stiffly in the leather chair, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. He could feel a fine tremor running through his body. He was near shaking, utterly laid bare. Scott leaned forward, lacing his fingers together on the desk. His gaze was direct, but not unkind. “So,” he began, his voice calm, measured. “You and Jared, huh?” Jordan’s throat was too tight to speak. He just nodded. Yes, sir. “You two are… a couple?” Another slow, hesitant nod. The truth was the only card he had to play. Scott watched him for a long moment, taking in his obvious terror. “So then you are… gay?” This nod was the hardest. It felt like admitting to a crime. He braced for the fallout—the disappointment, the anger, the lecture. Instead, Scott pushed his chair back and stood. He didn’t come around the desk with anger, but with a quiet purpose. He walked over and, without a word, wrapped his arms around Jordan in a firm, solid hug. It wasn’t a brief pat; it was a real embrace, strong and encompassing. The dam broke. A ragged sob escaped Jordan’s lips, and his entire body went limp with the shocking wave of relief. He buried his face against Scott’s shoulder, the rough texture of the shirt wool soft against his cheek. “It’s okay,” Scott murmured, his voice a low rumble so close to Jordan’s ear. “It’s okay, son. If that’s what makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.” The words were a balm, washing away the fear and shame. They talked for a while longer, Scott back behind his desk, a palpable shift in the room’s energy. Jordan, his voice steadier now, explained how it started after prom, how new it was, how it was just them figuring things out. Scott listened, nodding, asking a few gentle questions, his demeanor that of a concerned parent, not a condemning judge. “I won’t tell your mom,” Scott said finally. “I’ll let you do that when you want and are ready. That’s your news to share.” That evening, after a strangely normal family dinner where Jordan could barely meet his mother’s eye, he retreated to the back patio. The night air was cool, a relief against his skin. He heard the sliding door open and turned to see Scott stepping out, two glasses of amber whiskey in his hands. He handed one to Jordan and took the seat beside him, the old patio chairs creaking under their weight. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, sipping the strong, smoky liquor. “I meant what I said earlier,” Scott said, breaking the quiet. “Your happiness is what matters.” He took a long swallow from his glass. “But seeing you two today… it stirred something up in me. Something I haven’t thought about in a long, long time.” Jordan stayed quiet, letting him talk, his own curiosity piqued. Scott stared out into the dark yard, his profile strong in the dim light. “I want to tell you something. Something from my past. Back before I met your mother. Back in college.” He turned his head, his eyes meeting Jordan’s, and in their depths, Jordan saw a flicker of the same hungry intensity he’d seen in Blake’s eyes, but tempered by age and experience. A shared secret. “There was this guy on my football team,” Scott began, his voice dropping, becoming almost confidential. “My roommate, actually. His name was Mike. We were inseparable. Just like you and Jared.” He took another slow sip of whiskey, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “And one night, after a huge win, we were celebrating. Just the two of us in our dorm room, drunk on victory and way too much cheap beer…” He trailed off, a faint, nostalgic smile touching his lips. “We started wrestling around, like guys do. Just messing around. But then… it changed. It got… heavier. More intense.” Scott’s gaze was locked on Jordan now, unwavering. “I ended up pinning him down on the floor. We were both breathing hard, laughing at first. But then we just… stopped. We were looking at each other. And I could feel him, hard against my leg. And I knew he could feel me, too.” Jordan’s breath hitched. The whiskey felt like fire in his veins. He couldn’t look away. “I don’t know which one of us moved first,” Scott continued, his voice a low, intimate rumble. “But we kissed. It was… man, it was explosive. All that competitive energy, that pent-up… everything, just unleashed.” He leaned forward slightly, his elbow resting on his knee, the glass dangling from his fingers. “We spent the whole night exploring each other. It was fierce, and hungry, and so damn confusing. But it felt more real than anything I’d ever experienced with a girl.” He finally broke eye contact, looking down into his glass. “We were together, in secret, for the rest of the school year. It was the most passionate, electric time of my life.” He sighed, a heavy, weighted sound. “But then summer came. He went back home to his girlfriend. I met your mom. We never talked about it again. We just… went back to our lives.” Scott looked back up at Jordan, and his expression was raw, open. “Seeing you and Jared today… it was like watching a ghost of my own past. That raw need. That total surrender. It… awakened something in me I thought I’d buried for good.” He reached out, his large, warm hand covering Jordan’s where it rested on the arm of the chair. The contact was electric. “I guess what I’m trying to say is… I understand. More than you could possibly know.”

Chapter 9 The heavy, industrial scent of Jordan’s welding gear still clung to his skin, a metallic ghost from his afternoon class. It mingled with the greasy, comforting aroma of the Chinese takeout spread across his bed. The first semester of community college had settled into a rhythm, a comfortable grind of classes and stolen hours with Jared. Their secret world, a carefully curated space of locked doors and hushed moans, felt safer than ever. “Your mom and Scott won’t be back ‘til seven, right?” Jared asked around a mouthful of lo mein, kicking off his shoes. “My parents think I’m at the library. Which, I mean, technically your room is a library of carnal knowledge now, so…” Jordan snorted, shoving him playfully. “Shut up. And yeah, they’re gone. They never take off early. It’s a perfect.” They ate quickly, the familiarity of the routine as comforting as the food. The Tv was just background noise, a blur of colors and sounds neither of them processed. It was always just a precursor, a thin excuse for what they really wanted. As the opening credits rolled, Jordan shifted on the bed, his leg pressing against Jared’s. And just like clockwork, it started. A casual arm slung over Jared’s shoulder. A hand resting on his thigh. Jordan’s body had a mind of its own, a homing beacon tuned directly to Jared’s warmth, his proximity. It was an involuntary reaction, as predictable as the sunrise. Within minutes, his palm was cupping the growing bulge in Jared’s sweatpants, feeling the solid weight of him stir and thicken under the soft fabric. “You’re so predictable,” Jared murmured, but he was already leaning into the touch, his head tilting back against the headboard. His eyelids grew heavy. “Can’t help it,” Jordan whispered, his voice already rough with need. His fingers traced the outline, feeling Jared’s cock harden to its full, impressive length. A damp spot of precum already bloomed on the grey cotton. “You’re just… right here.” He squeezed gently, and Jared’s breath hitched. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust into Jordan’s hand. A low, deep moan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated want. “Mmm, Yes!…” Jordan’s own shorts were painfully tight, his six inches straining against the denim. He could feel his precum soaking into his boxers. The movie was forgotten, the world outside the room ceased to exist. There was only the heat of Jared’s body, the hard proof of his arousal under Jordan’s palm. Jared’s hand came up, not to push him away, but to grip Jordan’s wrist, holding his hand right where it was. His eyes, dark and glazed with lust, met Jordan’s. The command was a raw, needy whisper. “Put your mouth on it. Put my dick in your mouth.” The words were a live wire. Jordan didn’t hesitate. He slid down the bed, his own desire a roaring fire in his veins. He tugged Jared’s sweatpants and boxers down in one swift motion, and Jared’s cock sprang free, thick and flushed and already dripping. Jordan didn’t tease. He opened his mouth and took him in, deep, swallowing him to the root in one smooth, wet glide. The feeling was electric. The head of Jared’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Jordan relaxed, taking him all the way. He held there for a long, breathtaking moment, feeling Jared’s pulse throb against his tongue, savoring the muffled, guttural groan from above. He pulled back, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to Jared’s slick shaft, then dove down again, deep-throating him with a desperate hunger. He was lost in it. The taste of him, clean and musky. The sounds he was pulling from Jared’s throat. The way his own neglected cock ached and leaked in time with his bobbing head. He was messy, enthusiastic, spit and thick, snot-like slickness dripping down onto Jared’s balls, coating his own chin. “Mmm, yes… just like that…” Jared panted, his hands tangling in Jordan’s hair, not guiding, just holding on. Then came the next command, a ragged, desperate order that sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to Jordan’s core. “Now sit on it! All the way down, take it all!" Jordan scrambled up, his movements frantic. He stood on the mattress, straddling Jared’s hips. He looked down at Jared’s face, his best friend’s expression a mask of blissful anticipation. He reached behind himself, guiding the slick, hard length of Jared’s cock to his entrance. He was so ready, so open for him. He didn’t lower himself slowly. He dropped, his full weight sinking down, taking every thick, hard inch in one breathtaking, brutal plunge. A shared, guttural cry tore from both of them. The feeling of being filled so completely, so suddenly, was almost too much. Jordan’s head fell back, a strangled moan ripped from his lungs as he bottomed out, Jared’s hips pressed flush against his ass. For a second, he just sat there, impaled, adjusting to the delicious, stretching fullness. Then instinct took over. His hands braced on Jared’s chest, and he began to move. He rode him, lifting himself up until just the tip remained inside, then slamming back down, taking him deep, over and over. The bedframe knocked a steady, rhythmic beat against the wall. “Oh, fuck… fuck, Jared…” Jordan moaned, the words incoherent. He was pure sensation, a vessel for pleasure, every nerve ending screaming. He could feel the rough drag of Jared’s cock inside him, the slap of their skin, the way his own dick bounced, hard and neglected, with every frantic bounce. Jared’s hands gripped his hips hard, fingers digging into his flesh, helping to piston him up and down. His eyes were shut tight, his own moans a continuous, low rumble. Fuck I love your hole. It feels so good… your ass is so fucking perfect… ride my dick, just like that…” They were a sweaty, desperate tangle of limbs and pleasure, lost in their own world, the sounds of their fucking drowning out everything else. Jordan was close, so close, the coil of his orgasm tightening unbearably with every deep thrust. He was mid-bounce, Jared buried to the hilt inside him, when a new sound cut through their passionate haze. The distinct, unmistakable click of a door opening. Jordan’s eyes flew open. His rhythm faltered. Still speared on Jared’s cock, he twisted his head, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The bedroom door was wide open. And standing in the doorway, his face a frozen mask of utter, shocked disbelief, was his stepdad. ScottFor a suspended moment, time stood still. Jordan’s wide, panicked eyes locked with Scott’s as he froze mid-stroke, still impaled on Jared’s cock. Scott’s gaze dropped, his face a mixture of shock and something Jordan couldn’t quite place, taking in the obscene sight of Jared’s thick shaft buried deep inside him. Then, slowly, his eyes traveled back up to meet Jordan’s again. “I—I’m sorry for intruding,” Scott stammered, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. As soon as the word “intruding” left his lips, Jordan’s body betrayed him. His cock, still hard and neglected, exploded in a series of thick, white ropes that shot across Jared’s face and chest. Jordan gasped, his entire body trembling as the orgasm ripped through him, involuntary and unstoppable. Scott’s eyes widened impossibly further as he took in the scene—Jared’s face splattered with Jordan’s release, Jared’s cock pulsing deep inside Jordan’s quivering hole, pumping his own load into him. The room was thick with the sounds of their ragged breaths and the slick, wet mess of their coupling. For a heartbeat, Scott stood there, utterly speechless, his face a mask of stunned disbelief. It was as if a jolt of electricity had hit him, snapping him out of his frozen state. Without another word, he turned abruptly and shut the door with a sharp click, leaving the boys alone in the aftermath of their interrupted passion. Jordan’s heart pounded in his chest as he collapsed onto Jared, both of them still connected, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. “Oh my god,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Oh my god, did that just—” Jared didn’t respond immediately, his face still glazed with Jordan’s release. He blinked slowly, his expression caught between shock and disbelief. “Yeah,” he finally muttered, his voice hoarse. “Yeah, that just happened.” The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of what had just occurred pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket. Neither of them moved, their bodies still tangled together, their minds racing with the implications of what Scott had seen. “What do we do now?” Jordan whispered.

So this morning I'm walking the dog and stopping off at the corner deli for a morning bite before starting work. I get a text from an old FB. He asked if he could drop off a few bags until after work. Sure I said. Turns out he had a fight with his girlfriend and she threw him out. He comes over to drop off three duffle bags. He sat at the table and told me of his woes. Meanwhile, I pulled of my sweat pants and showed him my jock and ass. Told him to come to the bedroom and drop off the kids. So I sucked his extremely fat dick and then sat on him and rode him until he blow big. I cleaned him off and helped him back in his suit and off to work he went. Around lunch time, I got on Stiffies just to check messages. There was this skinny guy with enormous dick who has loaded me up a couple of times. I hit him up a few days ago and got not response. Last night I sent him two ass pics to remind him who I was. Well no sooner had I logged on he sent me a message. I want some ass can you host now. Yep. Half hour later, I was on my knees sucking his dick expertly. After a bit, he pulled me up, bent me over and started a slow deep dicking . Then he alternated between that and a furious balls deep pounding. I could feel him banging the second hole. It hurt so fucking good. After half an hour he drop off the kids. He stayed there inside me for a good while. I tightened when he pulled out. I could hear the relief when he moaned and knew he was filling me likee he always does. Then he dressed and was gone. I had been looking out for him since last time. He's hardly ever on. Now, I'm gonna try to clean a bit. Head is too foggy work work. And the morning guy is coming back to pick up and drop off again. Incredible break from a dreary dry spell. My poor happy hole.

I'm a true voyeur. Love to watch a couple get naked and have sex in front of me.... and my ex loved watching me take a cock or two. In fact, he would sit and stroke his cock the entire time and record me taking a cock or two. Always hot for us to watch at a later date and fuck while watching

3 hours ago a fuck buddy friend was driving me home but he pulled over into a resting area , and was fucking me in the backseat door wide open, multiple men saw and got in line, I got like 15 different cocks and loads in my ass

Chapter1 - The Dallas heat was a physical presence, pressing down on the manicured lawns of the Preston Hollow neighborhood. Inside the sprawling, glass-walled house that served as his home, Geoff felt a familiar, restless energy. It had been a month since graduation, a month since the state championship trophy was placed on the mantle, and the accolades already felt like relics from someone else’s life. At eighteen, he was a king without a kingdom, his body a coiled spring of muscle and ambition with nowhere to direct it. He found his father and uncle by the pool, two mirror images of masculine perfection. Nate, his father, was on a lounge chair, scrolling through his phone, the sharp lines of his suit from a morning meeting replaced by the relaxed ease of designer swim trunks. Brandon, his uncle, was in the water, executing a flawless, powerful butterfly stroke that cut the turquoise surface like a knife. They were identical twins, both forty-one, both devastatingly handsome with the same dark hair, square jaws, and powerful builds honed by their respective professions. Nate’s power was financial, a quiet, commanding authority; Brandon’s was physical, a vibrant, kinetic energy that had always drawn Geoff in. “Get in here, you lazy punk!” Brandon called, shaking water from his hair like a dog. “Your old man’s going to turn into a fossil over there.” Nate didn’t look up from his phone. “I’m managing our portfolio, not turning into a fossil. There’s a difference. It involves making money, something you two should consider.” Geoff laughed and dove in, the cool water a shock against his sun-warmed skin. The three of them fell into their familiar rhythm of roughhousing. It was a language they spoke fluently, a mix of wrestling holds, dunking contests, and verbal jabs. Geoff, the state champion, was a formidable opponent, but the combined strength and experience of the two men was overwhelming. They were a tangle of muscle and laughter, the water churning around them. Brandon would grab Geoff in a playful headlock, and Nate would join in to tickle his ribs until he gasped for air, surrendering with a splash. It was horseplay, but it was also intimacy, a way of touching and reaffirming their bond that was as natural as breathing. After nearly an hour, they collapsed onto the plush, sun-drenched lounge chairs, chests heaving. Nate, ever the provider, produced a bottle of expensive, coconut-scented tanning oil. “Alright, you animals. On your stomachs. You don’t want to burn.” Geoff and Brandon complied, lying side by side, their faces turned toward each other on the padded arms of the chairs. Nate knelt between them, pouring the cool oil into his palms. He started with Brandon, his strong hands working the oil into the broad expanse of his brother’s back, his movements practiced and efficient. Then he moved to Geoff. His touch was gentler on his son, a paternal caress that still carried the memory of rubbing sunscreen on a small boy at the beach. He worked his way down Geoff’s back, over the sculpted ridges of his wrestler’s lats, toward the small of his back. As his thumbs swept just above the waistband of Geoff’s black Speedo, they froze. Nate’s hands hovered for a second, then he leaned in closer, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice low. Geoff twisted his head to look back, a smirk playing on his lips. Brandon, propped on his elbows, watched his brother with an unreadable expression. Nate’s gaze was fixed on Geoff’s lower back, just inches above the stark white tan line. There, inked into the skin, was the unmistakable, stark symbol: a black and yellow biohazard trefoil. Without thinking, Nate’s eyes flicked to his brother, who was still lying on his stomach. He reached over and hooked a thumb into the waistband of Brandon’s Speedo, pulling it down just an inch. There it was. An identical mark. A perfect match. He sat back on his heels, the playful atmosphere evaporating, replaced by a sudden, sharp tension. The air felt thick. “Brandon?” Nate’s voice was tight, a mix of confusion and alarm. “Geoff? What is this? What is going on?” Brandon finally rolled over, sitting up. He looked at Nate, his expression calm, almost serene. He reached out and rested a hand on Geoff’s still-oiled back. “It’s a symbol, Nate. It’s about a choice. A community.” “What kind of community uses a symbol for toxic waste?” Nate shot back, his voice rising. He looked from his brother to his son, his face a mask of paternal concern. “Geoff, you’re eighteen. This is… this is permanent. What kind of influence is this?” He glared at Brandon, the accusation clear. Brandon stood up, his powerful body glistening in the sun. He looked down at his twin, his brother, his roommate. There was no anger in his eyes, only a profound certainty. “Stop worrying, Nate. It’s not what you think.” He paused, letting the weight of his next words land. “You want to know what it means? You want to understand?” He gestured towards the house with a nod of his head. “Then you need to come with us tonight. The Midtowne Spa. Everything will be revealed there.”

Chapter 4 He was home, but not in the way he’d understood the word for forty-one years. This wasn't the house in Preston Hollow; this was a state of being. The real Nate, the man buried under layers of tailored suits, stock reports, and suffocating grief, was finally clawing his way out of the gauze. The chrysalis of his former life had cracked, and he was emerging, wet and trembling, into a new and brilliant light. And the first thing he needed to do, the only thing that mattered, was to get to know the magnificent son he had made. Geoff, ever the willing vessel, climbed back into the sling, his body limp and radiant from the intensity of his own experience. Nate approached him not as a conqueror, but as a worshipper. He knelt, his knees touching the cool tile floor, and began to cover his son. He pressed his lips to every inch of skin he could find—his ankles, his shins, his knees. He kissed the powerful muscles of his thighs, the hard planes of his stomach, the sensitive skin of his chest. He kissed the state championship medal that still hung around Geoff’s neck, then moved to his neck, his jaw, his closed eyelids. It was a baptism of kisses, an anointment, a father rediscovering his own creation. Slowly, reverently, Nate worked his way back down. He bypassed the jutting cock, still slick from their earlier union, and continued lower. He pushed Geoff’s legs back, exposing the beautiful, slightly swollen, well-used boihole. He had never known. He had never even imagined. He leaned in and inhaled the musky, primal scent of his son, of his own seed mingled with his brother’s. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and tasted. It was a feast. A salty, metallic, deeply personal feast that was more intoxicating than any drug. He lapped at the tender flesh, his tongue probing, tasting, claiming. He was devouring his son, and in doing so, devouring the last of his own inhibitions. Rising to his feet, his own nine-inch cock throbbing with a need that was almost painful, Nate positioned himself at the entrance to this new heaven. He looked into Geoff’s eyes, which were now open and watching him with an expression of pure, unadulterated love. There was no urgency, no frenzy. This was something else entirely. He entered his son ever so gently, a slow, deliberate slide that felt like coming home for the first time. The well-used hole welcomed him, yielding to his length, the heat enveloping him completely. They made love like a father and son should. Nate’s thrusts were deep and measured, each one a promise, each one a declaration of a love that transcended all societal boundaries. He wasn't just fucking his son; he was healing him, and healing himself. Their bodies moved in a sacred, synchronized rhythm, a dance of creation and reunion. The world outside the room ceased to exist. There was only the sling, the two of them, and the profound, soul-shattering connection that flowed between them. The pressure built not in their loins, but in their hearts, a crescendo of emotion that could no longer be contained. Nate felt his climax rising from the depths of his soul, and he saw the same awareness dawn in Geoff’s eyes. As one, they cried out, their voices mingling in a single, perfect chord of release. Nate’s cock pulsed, flooding his son’s body with a second, even more potent offering of his essence, while Geoff’s own cock spurted thick ropes of cum across his heaving chest. They climaxed in unison, a perfect, synchronized explosion of father and son, their bodies locked together, their spirits finally, irrevocably, one.

Chapter 3 The rhythm of Brandon’s hips grew more urgent, his powerful thrusts driving deeper into the sling. Geoff was no longer just moaning; he was sobbing with pleasure, his body taut as a bowstring. Brandon reached down, wrapping a hand around Geoff’s cock, which was already leaking a steady stream of fluid. With a few expert strokes timed perfectly with a final, grinding thrust, Geoff’s entire body seized. He let out a raw, guttural scream as his cock pulsed and erupted, not with a normal ejaculation, but with a full-body, prostate-shattering assgasm that left him trembling and spent in the leather harness. Brandon slowly withdrew, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. He turned to Nate, who was still frozen against the wall, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and raw desire. Brandon gestured him forward with a crooked finger. As Nate approached, Brandon took a long, deep hit from the pipe, then leaned in, pressing his lips to Nate’s. Nate, startled but pliant, opened his mouth, and Brandon exhaled the thick, acrid cloud directly into his lungs. Nate coughed, his head spinning, but then leaned back in for more. They shotgunned back and forth, sharing the potent smoke, their mouths lingering, the line between uncle and nephew, brother and brother, blurring into a hazy, chem-fueled intimacy. “He’s yours now, Dad,” Brandon whispered, his voice husky. “Make it count.” He stepped aside, leaving a clear path to the boy in the sling. Geoff, recovering from his intense climax, looked up at his father, his eyes glassy and full of love and want. Nate felt a tremor run through him. This was the ultimate [banned word], the final wall. He dropped his towel, his own cock achingly hard. He stepped between his son’s legs, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He guided his cock to Geoff’s well-used, puffy hole, still slick with lube and his uncle’s load. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, the heat and tightness a revelation. A profound bliss washed over Nate, a feeling of rightness, of coming home. This wasn't just sex; it was a connection deeper than any he had ever known. He began to move, slowly at first, then with more confidence, his hips finding a rhythm that was ancient and primal. Geoff wrapped his legs around his father’s waist, pulling him in deeper, their bodies moving as one. The long, deep fuck melted into a timeless, blissful union, a silent conversation between father and son, spoken only in the language of flesh. Nate’s entire world had shrunk to this room, to this feeling, to the perfect union with his firstborn son. After an eternity, Nate’s movements slowed. He pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He looked at Brandon, then at Geoff, a new understanding dawning in his eyes. It was his turn. Without a word, he climbed into the sling, his powerful, muscular body settling into the leather. He felt a strange mix of terror and exhilaration. He was exposing himself completely, not just physically, but emotionally. He was about to give up the one thing he’d never shared with anyone. As he got comfortable, Brandon moved to the backpack. He returned not with a syringe, but with a nice-sized shard of crystal, glistening under the dim light. He knelt behind Nate, who watched him with wide, questioning eyes. Brandon gently spread his brother’s virgin ass cheeks and, without preamble, slipped the shard deep inside Nate’s tight, untouched hole. A sharp, burning sensation immediately began to bloom, a fire that promised to become an inferno. Brandon positioned himself, his own cock still hard and ready. He looked Nate dead in the eye. “Time to join the family, brother.” With one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, breaching Nate for the first time. The pain was immediate and intense, a white-hot fire that ripped through him. But beneath it, the shard was already dissolving, sending a wave of pure, crystalline pleasure directly into his bloodstream. The pain and pleasure collided, fused, and exploded into a sensation so profound it was agonizing. Brandon went in for the kill, his hips pounding, claiming his twin’s virginity with brutal, loving force. Through the haze of tears and overwhelming sensation, Nate saw Geoff get up from his chair. The boy approached the sling, his face a mask of love and lust. He leaned down, his lips finding his father’s. As Brandon continued to ravage his newly broken hole, Nate and his son curled into each other, a kissing, crying, blubbering mess. Nate was sobbing openly, the last of his old self shattered, his virgin hole taken by his twin while his son claimed his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. He was no longer just Nate, the buttoned-up hedge fund manager. He was theirs. He was home.

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It had been a while since I had raw cock in me. I was craving it and one cock was not going to be enough. I messaged a guy who I had hooked up with before. We both like raw sex and had even dp’d a cumslut woman together then ate our loads out of her holes. I knew he preferred anon sex, so I made a new profile and asked if he could host anon breeding. He wrote back yes, and asked if a buddy could use me too. I responded with affirmation and a request to get more guys. We set up the time and I prepped. When I got to his place I went down to the couch in his basement, stripped naked and put a blindfold on my eyes. I then started hitting the poppers he had left there for me and waited. It seemed like forever before I had a cock touching my lips. Poppers turn me into an insatiable slut so I was quickly swallowing his entire cock and loving every minute. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and hands on my ass. Soon I was sucking cock and having my ass rimmed eagerly by someone. The two switched and I felt a cock push past my tight hole as I worked on the second cock. I was trotted a few minutes before I felt a cock on my cheek. I switched to it and continued getting fucked. Then I felt the first cock spasm in me and then he withdrew only to be replaced by a second cock. None of these were big cocks, but I got railed for nearly an hour and received all their cum multiple times. I never saw them once. I was a pig in heaven. I'm heading to Harrisburg Pa next week and I am working on finding a small group to service or a place where I can get anon bred while visiting. If you are in the area and can help dm me please!

Hi Fellas, what you are about to read is a honest true story. I normally wouldn't tell it because the other person involved is a private person and a family member, but after he read some of the other stories here he gave me permission to tell it so we can see what other readers would think. I hope you enjoy. I've known Jim since i was about 11, he and my older brother are ex-gang members from the same gang. He was always around my house and was like another member of the family. Both him and my brother went to prison for a crime they committed together, while they were locked up they both vowed to change their lives and when they got out they got their shit together. My brother went to school and now works in the medical field and Jim (whose nickname is Joker) also went to school and is now the property manager for the apartment complex he lives in. While in prison my step-sister started to write him and when he got out they got married and he stepped up to help her raise her two kids she had with another man. That was about 10 years ago, and he still looks the same to this day. 6'1 240 all lean and very defined muscle, he looks like a featherweight ufc fighter. He's mixed black & white and is very light skinned and covered with tattoos. Him and I are close like brothers, we joke around and respect one another, he knows A LOT about me and looks after me like a good older brother should (lol). When I came out to my family as a teenager, he was the only one of my brother's gang friends who didn't give me hell over it, he treated me as if it didn't matter. Him and I started having sex together last year right before my 29th birthday. It was 11 am, the kids were at school and my sister was working a double. He called me and asked if I could go get him some weed from the medical dispensary since I have a prescription and he doesn't. I told him that I just went and he could come get what I have and I'll go get more later. As a rule I never wear clothes in my home ever, and as another rule I make anyone who comes to my home strip as soon as they pass the door...no matter what and I have my reasons. There are a few people who are an exception to the rule and Jim is one of them but dont hide my own nudity from no one not even family, so he wasnt surprised when I opened the door buck-naked with a half hard cock. I gave him the weed and brought him a beer and we chatted a bit. He asked what I was up to and I told him that a friend was coming over to eat me out and fuck me because he had the day off. He grinned at me but didnt say anything, then out of no where he asked if I have enough "favors" to have good time. I stared at him wide-eyed in shock, im very open and honest about my sex life with him and other members of my family but I keep my usage of drugs very VERY private from family. He saw the shock on my face and read my mind, he told me that he was dealing on the side, and had a really good feeling that I partied and then said if I kept his secret from the family that he would keep mine. Finally coming out of shock I told him mum was the word. He pulled out his stash asked for my pipe, he loaded it and we started smoking. We blew fat clouds and talked as the time passed unnoticed when I finally got a text saying that my fuck buddy was here, normally in booty call situations Jim would leave right before but this time he made no move to leave. I'm far from shy and get off by fucking in front of others so I told him he could stay if he wanted and that I would play in the living room and he could hide out in the bedroom if he wanted, all he said was "cool" and put the pipe to his lips. My fuck buddy stripped naked as soon as he stepped in and closed the door, he knows the rules. We walked in the living and he was surprised and a little nervous to see Jim sitting on the couch, I understood his nervousness because Jim comes off very intimidating to those who dont know him. I introduced them to each other and Jim passed him the pipe as we sat down and got comfortable. My buddy asked how we knew each other and Jim who is normally quite in front of people he's just met spoke before I did and told him that he was my brother-in-law and married to my sister, he then told my buddy to smoke up so he could catch up to where we were at. Still a bit shocked but very turned on about where this might go, I did what I normally do so I turned on my big screen tv and pressed play on the bareback porn I was watching earlier, I then opened my laptop and put porn on there as well. Jim loaded the pipe again as I went down on and started sucking my fuck buddy. I sucked and slurped on his dick while him and Jim passed the pipe back and forth. My fuck buddy got into the scene and flipped me over and shoved his tongue in my ass and tongue fucked my hole like he never had before, Jim picked up my laptop and said he wanted to watch straight porn, I barely even heard him because I was moaning so loud. I totally zoned out and forgot Jim was there as my buddy lifted my legs and slid his cock in my ass. Me being a black guy, I love getting fucked my white raw cock, most of the time its the black guy fucking the white bottom so its a surprise when white guys see a masculine black man who wants to be fucked by them, they really get into it. He pounded my hole for about 20 minutes before he dumped his hot load far up my ass. I sucked my juices off his dick before I took another hit of the pipe and sat up to catch my breath. I finally came back from the post sex haze and remembered my brother-in-law was still in the room, I looked over and saw him with his hands in his shorts slowly stroking a pretty large hard on, he kept glancing between us and the girl getting pounded on the laptop. My fuck buddy got dressed, said by to Jim and I walked him to the door, when I came back into the living room Jim was taking a really big hit of the pipe, I had to admit to myself that his tina was really good. I laid back on the couch with a happy-high grin on my face and played with my cummy hole and watched the porn on the tv. Jim passed me the pipe with a grin on his face and asked if I had fun, I laughed and said "hell yeah, he filled me up good". he looked down at me playing with my hole and said that he was surprised that he didnt use a condom, I told him that I would never get fucked with a condom because there was no better feeling in the world then the feeling of someone dumping a load in you. He chatted some more, me still playing with my hole and him still stroking his dick in his shorts. We started talking about this different sexual things we like to do, when I told him that I have an obsession with sucking dick and would dare anyone to find someone who could do it better, he admitted to me that he let a couple guys suck his dick while he was prison and just recently got into swinging. I asked him if prison was the only he let a guy blow him and he said yes. I've seduced my share of straight guys so I decided to take the lead and see where it got me only hoping it would be weird after. It was starting to get hot but I decided not to turn on the air conditioner, I told him to stop being shy and get more comfortable before he started to sweat all over my furniture. He pulled off his shoes and shorts then took off his shirt only leaving on his ankle socks and boxers, I joked with him that his bulge was huge and that he must make my sister happy with it and he joked that his dick was the only reason she married him. I finally pushed away my last bit of nerve and asked him if I could see it, he grinned at me and pulled his boxers off. When I seen it my mouth instantly started to water and my ass hole twitched...he was 9 inches cut, nicely thick with a mushroom head and a heavy set of balls, I couldn't stop staring at it all I could do was say "wow", he laughed and took another hit of the pipe. The meth in my system was starting to peak and my already low inhibitions were completely lost, as he was still hitting the pipe I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth without caring about the consequences. I sucked on the head then slid it down until it was in my throat and back up again. I felt his legs relax and tasted his pre-cum starting to leak, grabbed and squeezed the base of his massive dick and swirled my tongue back up to the tip, he moaned and whispered "fuuucckk". I sat back on the couch and wiped the spit from my lips, i looked at him and said "sorry, I just couldn't help it". He laughed and admitted that after watching me and my fuck buddy go at it, he was wondering if it suck him too, I told him that I would suck his dick day or night and he could fuck me too if he wanted. He pulled out his stash and asked if I had the stuff to do hot-rails, I did and handed it to him, he made out four long fat lines and did the first two and sat back glassy eyed. I did my two lines and laid back as the tina worked its way through me, when it reached my asshole I spread my legs and started to finger my hole again. Jim said that my hole looked juicy, I said that it was and cum was the perfect lube. I felt him start to rub his fingers around my hole, I moaned and started stroking my cock. He slowly pushed two fingers inside me and said it was hot, I told him he could add another finger so he did. I was really getting into it and my hole was relaxing, I told him to add another finger, he looked at me surprised and said "wont that hurt", I told him ive had bigger and longer in me before and just to go slow at first. He stared with jaw hanging open and my hole swallowed his for fingers, after a few moments i told him to "please put your dick in me", he pulled his hand out my ass and it was covered with my fuck buddies cum deposit. His instincts took over, he smeared my cummy ass juice all over his dick and slide it all the way in until he was balls deep. We both swore in pleasure as he began to work my hole over. I have a filthy pig mouth when im spun high and a raw dick is in my ass, its like my mouth has a mind of its own. I kept chanting to give me his dick and that it was hot being fucked his dick knowing that it was the same one that fucks my sister, he must of liked hearing that because flipped me on my stomach, mounted me and started to pound me through the couch. Again my dirty mouth took over and I told him not to stop until he emptied his nuts inside me and that since we were family he was meant to give me his dick and hot load. With that he screamed "fuck yeah" and slammed one final thrust into me and emptied the contents of his balls into me. When we came down from our sex haze I got up and turned the air conditioner on and got us both something to drink, I was a little nervous that he was going to freak out and leave, but when I walked back in the living room he was laid back with his feet up on the coffee table stroking his half hard cock. He said that was the craziest this he has done and I told him I had done crazier, that I was a cum-crazed maniac that likes to get it from anyone, anywhere and that I didn't mind supplying chems and other goodies if it meant I could have a good naked time. He asked me to tell him about some of the stuff i like to get into, his dick got hard again as I told him how slept with truckers at cruise spots, how ive picked up guys who wanted to party and told him if they bring a friend and the chems will be free on me. I also told him how my favorite was to pick up homeless guys or sketchy tweakers, offer to bring them home so they can shower and clean up and have a beer or something to eat, and offer to get them high if they get naked and have a bit of fun. There was nothing funnier and entertaining then meeting a guy and his girl friend, smoking them up and helping them out, and later on when the guy is broke again and jonesing for T real back they come back to me behind their girlfriend's back and offer to do whatever if I got them high and of course I oblige. I'm not a dealer but im a heavy user and i like to get other people spun with me, but its not for nothing, I gotta get something out of it and nudity, hard cock and cum is perfect trade. Jim was rock fucking hard and said that he meets all types of people that he sells to that would fuck around but he never got into it because he didnt know them enough, he said it all sounds sketchy and very hot and that we should be partners in crime. The good thing about tina sometimes is that it blocks your inhibitions and allows you to say out loud the things you are thinking sometimes without realizing you are saying them, so when he said he wanted join me sometimes on my sexcipades I knew it was really on his mind. We fucked two more times before he had to go home and sober up a bit before the kids got home from school. I was naked and walking funny when I walked him to the door, he laughed at me but asked if I was ok, I told him I was perfect and that it was one of the best fucks ive had. I joked that I needed to be careful because im already becoming addicted to his body, he said that since he usually stops by multiple times a week to hang out, that I can expect dick from him from now on. After he left I took a shower and relived the passed two hours, I couldnt get over how in a matter of a short time how things with my brother-in-law had changed, I then mentally kicked myself that I didnt think to switch on the web cams that I have secretly well hidden to capture the family fuck session. end of pt 1 ( a lot more to cum ) (Notes: As I was writing this Jim was sitting next to me and getting his dick sucked by one of his regular customers; a str8 skater guy who has his girlfriend drive him over and wait in the car while he picks up their sack of T)

Part One: Familiar Disasters They both remembered the last time they saw each other. Two years ago. Downtown. The station that always smelled like metal and rain. They’d spotted each other across the tracks. Juan on one side, Daniel on the other. Just long enough for their eyes to lock before the train shot away. They were left with echoes from their past, not all of it good, but most of it made of things they still craved. Two years was enough time to become different people. New jobs, new friends, new apartments. They’d each slept with other men, learned new ways to be cold, new ways to be kind. Time did what time does: it layered distance over memory. And yet, that moment at the station had been like hitting a reset button. Everything they’d buried came back, the heat, resentment, want. It made it easier, later, to tell themselves that the pull between them was just being human and horny, something you could outgrow. Until tonight. Daniel saw him before he was ready to see him. Juan was walking down the street toward him, framed in the yellow spill of the bar signs. He looked older, broader in the shoulders, a bit more tired around the eyes, but somehow even more dangerous for it. Daniel’s body clocked him before his brain did: the remembered heat of his skin, the way he’d move on top of him, the weight of him. The one Puerto Rican he’d ever dated, and the only one who’d ever really taken control from him in bed. Their eyes met over the blur of people between them. Daniel felt his breath hitch. Juan’s lips curved into a slow, surprised grin; Daniel felt his own answering it before he could stop himself. They closed the distance like magnets. “God, it’s been too long,” Juan said, voice low, right against Daniel’s ear as he pulled him into a hug. God, I want to taste him, he thought. Daniel inhaled a memory, sporty cologne and a faint trace of smoke. His body reacted to it as if it knew what to do. “I know, I know,” Daniel sighed, clinging a beat too long. “But here we are.” He forced himself to pull back. He forced himself not to stare too hard into Juan’s eyes. Don’t be an idiot, he thought. Don’t fall right back in. Juan hated small talk, but he could not let Daniel walk away this time. So they talked about work, apartments, aging parents. But it was all scaffolding around what was really happening. Juan noticed that their bodies kept drifting closer. Every topic they talked about was really them saying, “I don’t want this to end at the sidewalk.” We gotta stop making up excuses not to say goodbye, Juan told himself. So he admitted it, and then Daniel did too: they had been cruising for a hookup. Juan finally stopped mid-sentence and looked at Daniel slowly, in a way that was no longer subtle. His attraction to Daniel’s body, and the sense of ownership he still felt over it, brought on a smile. “Come with me,” he said, like it wasn’t a question. Daniel reached for Juan’s hand and threaded their fingers together, confident and familiar, and Daniel let himself be led. They slipped off the main drag, past the noise of the bars, into a narrow alley that smelled like bleach and a bad weekend. Daniel’s chest tightened with recognition. He knew this route. So did Juan. This was the back way—no signs—to the basement bar everyone just called The Ditch. If you knew, you knew. From the street it looked like nothing, just a half-hidden door at the bottom of a short flight of concrete steps. But Daniel remembered the first time Juan had brought him here, the way the air inside changed so fast; it was heavy, dark, thick, sweaty, humid. Down there, anything went. As they reached the top of the stairs, Juan’s thumb stroked the inside of Daniel’s wrist, slow and deliberate. “Nervous?” he asked, glancing back with that same crooked smile Daniel had never really gotten over. Daniel swallowed, feeling like he was fifteen again. “With you?” he shrugged. “Always.” They slipped inside, where the music was loud, the crowd dense, and the smell of weed mixed with sweat and poppers filled the air. They pushed their way through to the bar, had two shots of tequila each, and wandered deeper into The Ditch. Juan spotted a couple of guys he knew huddled in a far-off corner; they were passing a small glass pipe around. He looked at Daniel, whose eyes flashed with excitement, a look that made Juan think of doing nasty things. They took hit after hit from the pipe, each inhalation ending much too soon. Juan grinned widely at Daniel and pulled him into a deep kiss, his hands roaming up and down Daniel's body, faster and harder. He firmly pushed Daniel against the wall, and Daniel felt just how much Juan hadn't changed. He was still the dominant one, always in control. It excited him but also scared him a little. "We should go somewhere more private," Juan whispered in his ear, nibbling on it playfully. Daniel moaned, unable to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Juan slipped some cash to the guy with the pipe and then pocketed a small baggie of crystal meth. Juan led them to the second floor, where different sections had different activities going on. They found an empty room with a few mattresses on the floor. Juan locked the door behind them, pulling Daniel into another passionate kiss. He shivered and Juan smiled at that. Instead of saying what they both wanted to, they kept kissing. Daniel pulled at Juan's shirt, ripping it off, and his hands tugged the belt open on Juan's jeans. Daniel was so hungry to taste Juan's cock again. The memory of it was relentless. "You can't resist it, can you?" Juan smirked, looking down at Daniel, now on his knees. Daniel hungrily took him into his mouth. Juan was still just as thick as he remembered, and his scent made Daniel forget anything but serving the man in front of him. He slid his tongue along the shaft, letting spit drip whenever he could, coating it. Juan had taught Daniel how to do this. Looking down at Daniel on his cock made Juan feel powerful. The thought of another person worshiping him, wanting him, helped all the dark things he would and wanted to do to Daniel come back to him. Daniel was tossed onto the mattress, and then his pants were quickly pulled off. The meth made his thought process slower. Juan crawled on top of Daniel, his dark eyes smoldering with lust as he gazed down at him. Daniel was scared but aroused by the intensity of Juan's desire. "Remember how I used to take care of you?" Juan whispered, running his thick fingers through Daniel's messy hair, tangling the strands between his fingers. "Yeah," Daniel breathed out softly, his voice trembling with anticipation, "But that was a long time ago." "Well," Juan chuckled darkly, "Some things never change." He positioned himself and pushed his uncut cock into Daniel's eager hole. He grunted from how warm it was, how good it felt. The stretching seemed to go on and on, Daniel's body accommodating Juan's impressive girth inch by slow inch. Daniel yelped out in a mix of pleasure and pain, but was determined not to tell Juan to stop. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Juan's muscular lower back, urging him deeper inside. Once Juan was fully in, he paused, savoring the tight, pulsing warmth, taking hits from his pipe before pressing the glass tube to Daniel’s lips, making sure he took a hit as well. The crystal bolted through their bodies and they felt dizzy. Juan's style was unmistakable: forceful, rough, and utterly demanding. It was as if he was staking his claim on Daniel's body, taking complete ownership for his own pleasure. With every thrust, Juan asserted his dominance, leaving no doubt in Daniel's mind about who was in control. Daniel remembered begging for Juan to slow down in the past. He would feel pain, but mostly it was unfamiliar pleasure—he knew that now. Juan would never listen to him; he took what was his. The familiarity of it all didn't diminish his desire or willingness to submit entirely to Juan's desires; instead, it fueled Daniel's darkest cravings, bringing them to the surface with aching intensity. Juan went to that animal place he could go to when he fucked. It was as if there was nothing but what he wanted, and nothing mattered anyway. He loved the rhythm their skin slapping together was making. He stared down at Juan, who whined with pleasure. Daniel was so small compared to him. I could destroy him, Juan thought. He watched his hands gripping Daniel's hips, fingers digging in as he slammed into him, harder and faster with each passing moment. Juan felt Daniel's muscles squeezing around his cock as it slid in and out. This was new; Daniel had never done this before. "You're squeezing my cock? Don't want me to pull it out, huh?" Juan taunted. Daniel shook his head, "No, I don't want you to pull it out." Juan slowed down to long strokes, pulling his dick up to the tip and slamming it back in. "Ah! Oh yes. Get deep!" Daniel yelled. "Look at you," Juan brought his face down to Daniel's, "You've turned into a little slut…" Daniel got nervous; had he gone too far with wanting it? He stammered, "I– … I –...Juan…" Juan cut him off, mocking him, "Don't explain yourself. You've turned into a slut for anyone's cock." Slowly, he put his hand on the back of Daniel's neck, using his thumb to push his jaw down to open his mouth. Then he spit in it. Daniel swallowed it hungrily. "I just need to remind you how this fucking runs. I need to remind you that the only dick you're hungry for is mine." Juan gritted his teeth and started railing Daniel. Crying out, he managed, "Yes, show me. Please, I only want you." "How could you live without this?" Juan grunted, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. He knew how good he felt inside Daniel, and he would take advantage of that knowledge to push them both higher. "I can't… I don't…." Daniel whimpered, his voice a hoarse, rasping moan, "You feel amazing." Daniel's fingers clawed at Juan's slick, muscular back, desperate for a hold on the man who was giving him such intense pleasure, which in turn caused his erection to become even more engorged. With a rumbling growl, Juan began to thrust in earnest, savagely pounding into Daniel - each stroke deliberate, sharp, and powerful. He reached around and grabbed Daniel's thigh, yanking it higher to open him up, to take him completely. Daniel gasped as Juan's thick cock struck that deep, secret place inside him, sending electrifying pleasure coursing through his body. Their moans and breaths were desperate, the sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, creating an erotic beat that pulsed through the air. Daniel's gagging moans fueled Juan's relentless rhythm, and sweat poured down their straining bodies as their movements grew more feverish. Juan's thrusts grew more urgent, erratic, and forceful as he neared his climax, the meth fogging his mind and prolonging the exquisite agony of his heightened pleasure. He couldn't hold back any longer, the urge to spill his seed now an overwhelming, pulsing force that threatened to consume him entirely. Daniel could feel Juan swelling inside him, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "Cum on my face," Daniel gasped, "Please…" With a guttural roar, Juan pulled out and grabbed Daniel's hair, forcing his face upward as hot jets of his seed erupted and splashed across Daniel's flushed cheeks. Some of the cum dripped along his skin and into his mouth, only intensifying Daniel's own climax as his erection pulsed and shuddered through its release. They collapsed onto the mattress, trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Their bodies were spent, their minds reeling, and their souls bearing the indelible marks of their all-consuming passion. Despite the intense pleasure they'd just experienced, a hollowness now lingered in the air, an echo of regret that whispered in the shadows. They knew their actions had consequences and that this momentary escape would come at a cost. As they dressed and walked out of the room, they avoided each other's gaze, hoping that even the darkest corners of their minds would stop trying to find ways for them to see each other again. But deep down, they both knew that they were already too far gone, too damaged, and too aware of what else was out there, waiting for them in the shadows. Juan walked with Daniel until they were out of the alley. Juan turned to Daniel, "I'm always gonna want you," he began, "just admit that you're always gonna want me." He finished before disappearing into the night. Daniel stood there for a moment, staring after him. He lit another cigarette, exhaling a long stream of smoke as he walked towards his car. "This was so stupid," he said as he put his head on the door of his car. The party, the drugs, and the sex had filled the time and helped it pass by. But doing it together helped make sense of the cycle they couldn’t escape. They were already too damaged and too aware of what else was out there. Was it so bad? [END OF PART ONE]

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.

Update for anyone heading to Maspalomas these days: 1. Dunes: still some action during the day, but somehow in the 4 days I went by there weren't too many people. Lots of wankers and watchers, but action seems to be less intense than in previous years. 2. Factory: always good. many people and lots of action. definitely my favourite. good mix of ages, tops and bottoms, with lots of action happening everywhere. a definite 9/10. 3. Zoo. good between 10:30 and 01:00. then the crowd thins out and mostly bottoms stay in hope of a last load. The most uncomfortable slings and more 1-1 action rather than group. Very clean and diverse clientele although many do come to socialise and only occasionally have sex. 7/10 4. Strong Construction. Always packed, dirty toilets, lots of Stand & Model, many OF making vids. Dark areas will get you some action, but way too crowded and everyone looking for the elusive 25cm black top who shoots gallons. 5/10 5. Reds. More laid back smaller club, but clean and mostly men over 45-50. But you get more action and fucks and loads than at Construction. Great terrace for smokers and if you are exhibitionist and like to fuck or be fucked whilst others are watching, then this is a place for you. Even on the smoking terrace, men wank openly, suck and fuck with no worries. A good 8/10 6. Noxon. Mostly for puppies and piss lovers. Good mix, depending on the night. Early bar so pretty much all dies down around midnight. They do have themed parties (Load and Breed ), but can be a hit and miss depending on the night. I find drinks to be a bit on the pricey side but a good option. 7/10 7. Tom's bar. Small and mostly socialising for bears and leather. You can get some action although it's not the main attraction. If you like bears and leather, this can be your place to meet others. For me.... 5/10 8. Cruise bar. Lots of mature men, mostly with clothes on. Lots of looks and buttslapping, but action is on a low side. If you like 50+ daddies type this is a good place to be. Note however to watch for your valuables. As many people go dressed you need to keep an eye on your phone and wallet. Needless to say that thiefs and pickpockets don't care about your sexual orientation. my rating: 4/10

@Scorpion - as we all know , so many stories which started amazingly hot and were loved by so many were suddenly abandoned by the original author - and leaves the reader "hanging" - "waiting" ... This is sooooo disappointing! It is a subject, often discussed and criticised by people/authors - when someone else picked up on a story and continued, as you did here, in the same style as the original author intended the story to go ... I personally find that this is totally acceptable - and there should be a rule, that unfinished stories, which have been abandoned for certain period of time but which are worth to be continued, should be allowed to be continued by other authors, as long they refer to the original author, as you did! I am certain that all others here agree with me, that we all were delighted about you filling in the missing chapter ... as it made sense and was a delicious contribution :-)) You are such a gifted author and have contributed soooo many amazing stories - THANK YOU - Keep writing and sharing .... and keep finishing :-))

PART 3........ I violated my own restraining order a couple nights ago. I had contacted Mauro one or two days after my last encounter with him and his friend.... telling him no more late-nite visits, no more guests, no more anything ... I had got too badly fuk'd-up on chems and would not risk my job again. I was so obviously out of focus when I finally returned to work. He said okay, no problem. Monday night, 11:45, banging at the back door. I was asleep and tried to tune it out. More banging. "Bud ..It's Mauro .. You home?' More banging. More "It's Mauro!!" .. damn. I go over and tell him to stop. Don't need him to tell the damn neighborhood. He says he's sorry bout what happened last time. Had no idea that his friend had fuk'd with the meth. I say forget about it, I just don't need it again. He says he's got a teener for me, to make up for it, and asks if I got 40 bucks he can borrow. I don't want to deal with him or his crap, plus I'm too damn tired ...but I fuk'n fail cause I've had no pipe for what seems too long and gonna be off the next day anyway (the thought process fails real quick when offered pipe and I know his dick) so become really stoopid and open the door for him. He walks over to the futon, sits, then pulls out a pipe and a small baggie out of his pack. As usual, I'm wearing nothing. He keeps grabbing his crotch while setting up the pipe. I tell him I'll get the cash for him and need to get back to sleep. He says he wants me to try it first, make sure it's good. I'm staring at him and the pipe and my dick is aching hard. He lights up, the glow from the torch .. I see the cloud start out the pipe. He takes a deep hit then blows a full cloud. He hands me the pipe and torch, I sit on the table, one short pause to quickly fail to talk myself out of doing this with him, then take a deep hit. Feels damn good. Manny is leaning back on the futon, opening his zipper, then pulling out his dick. Says "Do another". I take a second deep hit ... hold ... can feel every part respond/relax/warm .. "Fuck man.. one more" "You like that shit?" Third hit, fourth hit .... few minutes Mauro's got me laying over the table, legs spread wide, ass spread wide open for him while he's chewing on my ass. He's hitting he pipe and blowing clouds across my back then goes back to eating me out. He stands-up, says to get up and turn around, then feeds me his meat. Crotch smells like not wash for days. Can taste old piss and crud on his dirty foreskin. Slow fucks my throat. Asks if I want his meat up my ass. Gets me to lie back on the table, eats my hole for another few minutes then shoves his dirty raw meat in. Hard, rough, fast fuck. No lube, just whatever spit from his chewing on my hole. Holds me down while he trashes my ass. Pounds in hard repeatedly, can feel the edge of the table getting beat into my lower back. He pulls full out, spits on my ass ...says to open my fuk'n hole then slams back in so damn hard ... groans "Mother fuck......." ... I can feel my hole getting filled, very slick, he's hard riding my ass, his cum getting pushed deeper into my guts or squeezed out around his filthy cock, using his own cum as lube ....... stays hard the whole time while he rides my ass what seems like an hour ... held me down, one hand planted on my chest the whole time ... He pulls his dick out of my sore trashed ass, says he knew I'd want it. Says that he'll be back next week with more shit. Packs his stuff, says "Good ass to fuck man" then heads for the door. I very slowly get to my feet then follow him over. See 2:18 on the clock ... he walks out, I walk him back to the alley behind the building .. "You know your fuk'n naked?" I don't care ... he heads off .. I go back to my apt backdoor... drop and sit on the stoop for close to an hour .. finger my hole off and on, feel my soggy ass and his cum leaking out of me .. dazed, no thoughts, very quiet out there ...........a few people walk by on 4th .. don't seem to notice me. ... No, he left nothing else behind. Took all the favors with him. Just a line to get in and use my hole. The T he brought with him was very good .. a few hits, fuk'd good, and high for hours .. no care, no nothing. I really should enforce my request for him to stay away .... I really do not trust him .. plus he's a damn good fuck/top and that uncut meat between his legs is amazing. I have complete failure of brain function when I use whatever he has in the pipe and would not have stopped him if he had brought one or more people in, had added more chem's to the mix, or had emptied my apt. Sitting outside on my doorstep, naked, trashed, in full view of neighbors, fingering my soggy ass ... not such a good idea. Minimal risk at 2:30am of getting caught.. but still...