Rillion

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

I pay for my bottoms waxing, he's goes about once a month. He does ass, crotch (bikini area in the lingo) and his legs. Always make a point to play around soon after his appointment when he is at his smoothest. Although he is never very hairy between appointments.

Earlier this year I caught gono (throat) and didn't have any sex from when I got tested to seven days after treatment. Since my positive test and treatment were all handled through online services, my local county health department contacted me and asked for me to come in to retest to make sure it had been cured. I did and it was. I informed all of my regular partners when I found out and they all got tested and were negative for it.

I'm finding it more common for guys to have screenshots of their test results from their quarterly PrEP testing regime. Mistr is making it easy to get prep and get tested plus share those results easily. Of course nothing prevents someone from catching something a few minutes after taking the battery of std tests (and they may have already become infect with HIV before the test but not yet developed the antibodies to trigger a positive test result. While not perfect it does show the person is paying attention to their sexual health and taking it seriously.

If it's an anon scene with no RP aspect I stop because consent is required for sex, without consent it's not sex it's a crime. If it's a temporary pause fine. It's the bottom saying they are done without letting me cum in their ass, then I'm done with them. There is not likely to be a repeat performance. If it's with someone I know, then I'm checking in and seeing what is wrong. Help make sure they are okay and in a good place. Will still likely fuck them again later when they are feeling better. If it's a RP situation I continue to bound them as I them to shut up and take my cock they don't get a say in the matter. "Stop" is never one of our safe words.

That is why I'm on prep, just take prep and do it raw. Last std I got was gono in my throat from sucking cock. Both my bottom boys I fuck were negative, so I know who I got from, someone I just sucked off without fucking.

It really all depends as people have come about their wealth in various ways. While many high earners accumulate wealth such that their passive income from their accumulated savings/investments can become a large portion of their total income, many other individuals come about their wealth is ways that did not include ever generating a large amount of income from their wages (main process of this is through inheriting wealth). Then there are the individuals that through favorable tax laws are able to receive the profits of their labor in ways that are not taxed as income but instead as a capital gain. The most commonly mentioned of these are 'hedgefund managers' who in exchange for their work of running the fund receive a share of the funds profits which are then subject to capital gains taxes instead of income taxes. Their ability to have their work treated as a capital asset instead of labor leads to even greater tax loopholes such as one I recently encountered in my work. A fund company has created a new fund for which they have not yet started raising money. The manager of the fund as one of the partners in the company has an interest in the future profits of that fund. The manager assigned a portion of that interest in the future profits of the fund into an irrevocable dynasty trust for his descendents. The value of that interest for purposes of this gift to his kids and all his unborn grandchildren and great children, $0. Since they have yet to take this fund to the market and raise money, these future profits are all hypothetical and may never materialize. So no current value. Fund manager will now do what most of would consider to be work in raising money to go into the fund, investing that money and earning a profit for his client. His compensation for that work will not be taxable income to him, but will be capital gains that pass with no gift or estate taxes to his descendents. But yes, tell me again how much undocumented immigrants cost us....

Generally an introvert but have to play an extrovert at work.

It varies by jurisdiction currently. Some places those types of cartoons are illegal and other places they are legal.

Yeah, I always up the level of my grunting, moaning, etc when coming. I'll usually also announce I'm about to breed the bottom with something along the lines of "Oh fuck yeah, going to breed your hole" before doing just that.

I've always been vers, bottomed more when I was younger and fitter. As I got older I've gravitated to the Daddy role as I've always been attracted to twinks. It does help on the hook up apps, as I've found I'm in a lot more demand when I'm advertising as a top than when I'm looking to take dick.

I'm currently getting discovy through Mistr and while I gave them all my insurance info, I haven't received any notices or explanation of benefits from my insurance company related to prep for the service, the tests, or the prescription.

Inconceivable!

Being cut, I need to use lube when I fuck. Spit doesn't last long enough. Cum is also a good lube.

So in January I gave a friend of my partner a blow job while this guy and his partner were fucking my boyfriend. They, by their choice, wore condoms when they fucked my partner. Turns out I ended up getting Ghonnorea in my throat. All my regular partners I played with all tested negative for Ghonnorea. So pretty sure I got it from that one friend.

We have so many of the Bad Dragon toys. Chance (large and Xtra large), Rex, Orichi, the dragon tongue, some smaller ones.

Back in the 90's I used to ask strangers to wear them. My partner and I at the time didn't use them with each other so our agreement was that we would use them with others. Once prep came out and we went on it, we dropped that requirement. With my current partner we enjoy him being a no load refused cum dump with me getting to fuck his sloppy hole after it has a few loads in him.

I enjoy kissing, unless the boy is a smoker, than I'll pass.

So the last time I used a condom was with a young man I'd been chatting with online, we hadn't discussed it before hand so when he showed up he brought a condom and asked me to use it, which I did. We fucked for a while and eventually I stopped and let him know I wouldn't be able to come with it on. He ended up finishing me with his hand that time. Next time he hit me up, he let me know I could fuck him raw. I think for him it was a trust issue, in that he didn't trust someone he was meeting for the first time, but after getting to know me longer he trusted me enough to let me breed him.

Yep, unfortunately liberals have not paid as much attention to the courts over the years and by not showing up to vote in the off year elections back in the Clinton and Obama years helped the Republicans control the Senate during some Democratic Presidents terms, which allowed the Republicans to pack the courts. The other thing about bringing these cases in that one district court, is that any appeals will be heard by the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals, which is one of the most conservative Circuit Courts, have a large majority of it's judges appointed by Republican Presidents.

My boyfriend and I have played with a couple of the tunnel plugs, as a top I'm not a big fan of them for fucking as I prefer the feel or my cock going into ass rather than going into a silicone or harder material. Where they are good in my experience is for piss play.

As someone that is regularly fucking boys half my age I can't remember the first time I was called Daddy. Have several young men now that regularly call me by that title.

Yeah especially all those cock crazed lesbians. Of course any lesbian that doesn't love cock doesn't qualify as a normal human being. This is seriously one of the stupidest egocentric self centered posts I've seen on here.

First time was with a friend when we were both 12. We didn't know about lube so it was very painful and we stopped. Later I learned about lube and dildos so when I tried it next at 23, there wasn't any real pain, just the slight discomfort of a condom.

Like the start and hope you write more. One inconsistency I noticed though is the John's age. It seems like he is narrating it when he is 21 and talking about the past, having been with Kaleb for 3 years. He says he met Kaleb in person a month after starting to chat with him which sets up the taped interview at which he says he is 21 and a virgin, but I think John would still be 18 at that point. Just something i noticed. Like I said though I enjoy the premise and hope you continue writing more.