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The actual fascists sure. But ass fucking loving Nazis are a thankfully rare breed. On the other hand, there are publicly gay identifying conservatives who support LGBT rights. As we become an increasingly polarized and partisan nation, it is actually more likely that they will exist, and the need for them becomes even more explicit. Look, I am a socialist. Have been for a long time. I think that Biden is essentially right wing. I see more affinity between David Cameron and Barack Obama than the latter and Bernie Sanders. Having said that, I try to be a realist about where people are, and where this country is. We are woefully unprepared for actual fascism in this country. Gay people, in particular, have no idea what a really vicious anti-gay campaign would look like. It is not marriage amendments. It is not bathroom access. It is not military service. It is the Supreme Court reversing the right to privacy (coming soon), followed by a host of state legislatures passing laws that equate homosexuality with pedophilia, and vigilante groups organizing around "anti-pedo" campaigns akin to what happened in Russia. Do I agree with gay right wingers? Hell no. Do I think that they can tone down the anti-gay politics of the right wing, and in fact did so throughout the Trump presidency? Yes. Just look at what happened with Richard Grenell, Wretched man, but openly gay, and that proved to be a bridge too far for the Romney campaign in the end. For Trump, it was nothing, and it showed. We're moving towards a consensus on LGBT rights. Not there yet, but when that happens (I think in about two decades, assuming trends hold), gay people will start to move politically. Most of us are not black, or Jewish, or raised in white liberal environments. Gay people raised in right wing households become left wing because the left wing is the only real option. When that stops being the case (which is really the underlying project of the gay rights movement), expect to see more gay right wingers.

That's awesome. Bathhouse culture then has always seemed so different, more communal and less wham bam. I don't yearn for that era for obvious reasons but it would be great if that returned. Some of the regular parties I was going to before covid had that same kind of camaraderie those pictures and some of the stories I've read captured. With try ads maybe that can come back.

I mean, some protection is offered on the basis of sexual orientation sure; can’t be fired for being gay, gay people can serve in the armed forces, marry, etc. But that’s just a non discrimination principle. I don’t think there’s even anything in place to remediate past discrimination against gay people. There’s no special accommodation, set asides or preferences in federal or state contracting or the like. And those same protections apply to straight people since you’re not protected because you’re gay, but because your sexual orientation can’t be a basis for discrimination. Community to my mind means something more than sexual orientation. That’s just a trait. It doesn’t say anything about your values, beliefs, lifestyle or even politics.

Hey everyone! New to posting here but I've been following BZ for a few years and raw tops blog off and on back to 2010 I think. My name here's a little misleading as I'm pretty versatile but with older guys prefer bottoming and inverse is true for topping. I live in Michigan, about an hour outside Detroit. Got into the barebacking after getting on prep. Love anonymous sex, Sex parties, gangbangs, and general sleaze, but no real hard kinks unless you count choking spit and really rough sex. I write as a hobby and I like trying my hand at erotica here and also reading it. Was into PNP/chemsex as a teenager but I mostly don't do it now unless it pops up unexpectedly. Hard limits are mostly bodily waste, anything involving kids or animals or blood, though I'm probably open to ws. I'm also into the "theory" side of this site's subject matter. Read Unlimited Intimacy when it came out and was intrigued. I'm also a fan of Dennis Cooper's work The Sluts and some similar writing that explores the darker edges of male sexuality. So if anyone has any interest in discussing that stuff let me know. Same hard limits apply though.

I love all of his stuff. Years and Years was amazing as was Banana/ Cucumber. Very much looking forward to this one

It's an interesting question. I'm hesitant about the idea of the gay community as a concept. It exists in large part as a social and political community opposed to heterosexual stigmatization, not because anything else except that and wanting to have gay sex necessarily unites gay people. Even "gay" as an identity is of recent vintage. And if we police the boundaries of the community we're policing the boundaries of gay identity. Right wing gay men (or men who have sex with men, borrowing more neutral language from the social sciences) have always existed, and they've always had a troubled relationship with others, existing on the margins of both worlds. But that was also true, more recently, of barebackers and chemsex enthusiasts and the leathermen and so on. I think they'll probably just build their own echo chamber and sexual networks that overlap at times but not always. The pluralist in me likes that idea, of a proliferation of subcultures and even maybe the disappearance of gay identity as such in a century or so. It also seems to be where society has been heading for a while. Or maybe it was always that way and new technology has just made it more obvious.

A sexual political filter to me is "Porn that has black tops described as thugs and white bottoms described as innocent is racist," or "Porn like Boys Halfway House and Slam rush legitimize trafficking and exploitation." This is actually a perfect place to have those conversations because they're nuanced and people can freely exchange ideas. Not finding fascists attractive is just expressing a preference. There's nothing political about not wanting to have sex with someone who has personality traits you find grotesque and immoral.

The major problem is probably teens uploading content followed by revenge porn. The child pornography sought out by criminals is almost always peer to peer, and not posted online for easy access, but the material that teenagers make, and material uploaded without consent, is the bigger issue. That's why age verification makes sense and in the US was, I.thought, legally required. There's no good answer unfortunately. It's always an arms race with technology and the moral panics re: children are a constant. Don't get me started on the way sex trafficking statistics are inflated by evangelical and feminist groups to secure funding and make it look like they are addressing a major problem. Entire field is full of charlatans promoting sensationalism that makes things like Q believable to some people. Other content that you mentioned often exists in a gray area. Pretty sure PH and others exclude and always have excluded a lot of "icky" content. But I think the more salient piece of the article is that PH is a giant revenue stream and they should be doing more voluntarily which is frankly preferable to legislative solutions. Now at least they know to invest in employing enough people to monitor content. I was somewhat surprised to learn they only recently began sharing CP they take down with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. That should have been done from inception to ensure compliance and to help law enforcement look at them as partners instead of potential enablers of prohibited material. If you're working in porn you need to realize that age restrictions in particular are going to be policed. Compliance helps keep the lawman out of the picture, which is good for content creators and consumers. Also, insects and octopus porn? Guess I'm more sheltered than I thought!

SF did allow sex clubs that had to follow strict rules re: condom usage. I never visited them though; I know that the ban was probably not sensible since a quick trip to Berkeley would give you access to a bathhouse that didn’t have those restrictions. I do think that SF would be a great place to build a new giant bathhouse if any developers are interested

Thought you guys might be interested in this news San Francisco lifts ban on bathhouses I realize that the ban was kind of half hearted in recent years but this to me is a sign of a huge shift in the way sexual public health policy has changed since HIV became treatable. Also, I can’t wait to see some entrepreneur try to take advantage of this and create something unique for a new bathhouse. Although these days the costs are probably prohibitive

Well, it was obvious once I arrived that he was very, very devout except for the obvious penchant for fucking guys up the ass. He was a nice guy and really, really hot and very muscular. From Yemen and I think he was just raised ultra religious.

Well they don’t have to be. In the past I’ve had sex with: Republicans, racists, Islamic fundamentalists, etc. In this particular case I drew a line, but I’d also add: It wasn’t remotely spontaneous. I’ve taken and given cock in plenty of situations where I’m sure that the person’s beliefs would horrify me. But when I know? Honestly I don’t want to have a meal with people who think that, in that case in particular, black men are inferior. So why would I fuck them? Or let them fuck me? It’s not a bathhouse or darkroom scenario where some guy blurted out MAGA unexpectedly.

I’ve called guys daddy during sex but I’ll be honest that’s just, for me, a good proxy for “You’re old enough to be my daddy.” The idea of having sex with my own father is just kinda repulsive. The idea of having sex with guys that are older? My dominant fetish. But I’m pretty sure that’s just because I had lots of sex (before and after becoming legal) with older guys. I will say: Once I had a regular FWB who had sex with me and the first time well into our session I called him daddy. We fucked for two years until he got a boyfriend but he not only had a thing for younger guys, but when he described his own son to me we bore a STRIKING resemblance. That freaked me out a little. But the sex was fantastic.

That’s a good example but I think the pervasiveness of the (ridiculous) “BBC/thug top” archetype (at this point it must be a porn archetype) also shows that there are probably millions of horny guys who would embrace any stereotypically “hot” guy regardless of any perceived criminal status. For me I look at this person (Jake Angelo) and see a walking crazy person that should be avoided at all costs. But hey: in a darkroom or sauna you never know who you might run into, and you’re not usually talking politics or mental health before you dick each other. But regarding this point, I had a few conversations and even met in public this one guy who was a right winger, when Obama was president. Good looking guy, racist as fuck. When he started ranting about Obama being an uppity you know what I blocked him. Which is to say, plenty of people have hard limits for that nonsense.

I think intergenerational (fully legal and consensual) sex is really really hot. However, I think that in large part because I first had sex as a teenager with a lot of older guys and I’m pretty sure a lot of that’s actually trauma. Plenty of guys are really rough because they are fucking someone they perceive as innocent. So sure I write about scary, rapey younger getting fucked by older scenarios and I love porn that simulates them but I know that I didn’t enjoy a lot of my experiences as a teenager especially. So my general rule of thumb is that I avoid sex with anyone under 25. There have been a few exceptions with guys in the 19-22 range but generally I just think they’re too underdeveloped physically and mentally , for me. Especially because my own hang ups about top/bottom and older/younger dynamics means I’d want to be the one fucking them. The one time I had sex with a 19 year old when I was 29 it was a group sex setting with two older tops and I think the kid was too young, even at 19. He also LOOKED really young complete with a boyish baby face and freckles. Fucking him kind of weirded me out even though he was really pushing for it. We were in a hot tub with that couple (who usually fucked me) and I felt bad saying no. And you know I wasn’t drinking then but I think he might have been and one consequence of our drinking age is that too many teenagers see getting drunk as part of acting “grown up” along with sex. And they’re not going to necessarily make the best decisions while inebriated, and one guy I saw regularly as a teenager (16-19) always, always plied me with alcohol. He was always pressing to fuck me when, at that point, I was really self-conscious about it. He penetrated me at least once without my consent and over repeated objections. So my general rule is no one under 25. At least by 25 they’ve had a chance to figure out what they like and I know that any differences in life experience are not likely to make having sex with them something they look back on with any regrets.

Michigan modernized its transmission laws at well. Still a felony if you intend to transmit or if transmission results from anal or vaginal sex. Otherwise nondisclosure is just a misdemeanor. It's also a defense to prosecution if you're on treatment and have a suppressed viral load. But having a condom used is no defense. Which is strange; the Michigan law is probably the moderate position among gay guys. Undetectable but no condom? Ok. Detectable but condom? Still illegal without disclosure

So the main problem with the laws (all adapted by all states because of a Ryan White Act mandate) was they weren’t actually aimed at intentionally transmitting the virus. It was just a requirement that you disclose that you had HIV if you’d ever tested positive. No such laws exist for hepatitis, syphilis, herpes, etcetera. And there’s a damn good reason those laws don’t exist: The only legal defense is ignorance. No positive test results, no prosecution. Well that’s a damn good way to discourage testing. I think there should be a law against intentional transmission without consent, if that’s what is actually intended. And maybe failure to disclose if you are not on medication and you engage in high risk sex. But it shouldn’t just be HIV, it should encompass the other sexually transmitted infections and non-sexual infections as well. Truth is that the HIV criminalization laws were passed in a time of panic and when gay sex was criminal in a lot of states. It was also a time when HIV was still very difficult to treat, and long before PreP was available. Those laws need to go.

There are LOTS of people with similar feelings and experiences. I actually did some therapy for this last year and it has been somewhat helpful. I confronted an ex about it and for a pederast who had sex with me as a teen I filed a police report just so he'd be on their radar. Victims have a tendency to eroticize sexual trauma. I'm sure that is what's happening with a lot of the stories on this site. It's definitely part of what attracts me to rough sex and I've talked with other guys who had similar experiences who readily admit that's why they have the sexual hang ups they do (including promiscuity, PNP settings conducive to sexual assault, etc). I freely admit that that stuff gets me off. I also know that guys who don't have those experiences don't seek it out nearly as much.

It's not really a turn on for me, and most guys I hook up with don't seem interested, but every once in a while a guy will say something racialized and I usually don't address it directly. I will just say something racially neutral. Racial preferences in sex are also weird and tricky. When I was younger I hooked up with this really hot older guy who was into dirty talk and told me he'd be interested in fucking two bottoms. I happened to have a friend who was interested but the guy told me no when I showed him the photos because my friend (and the guy) were both Latino and he said that he was only interested in "fucking white boys." He never used any language before then that indicated he had a racial preference but he made it pretty clear that his dominance freak had an implicit racial angle. And that's what makes it complicated; it's not just white guys who have racial preferences and fetishes for sex. The broader community would like it to be that simple, but it isn't. Anyway end of the day play is play, and language used in hookups isn't going to be appropriate outside that context.

Mark was the boy next door. In my case, this was literal. I live in a pretty bad part of town, and Mark’s mother was pretty hard up for cash, and she couldn’t afford anything decent for them when she moved in next to me years ago. That was when he was in his last year of elementary school. When he was in eighth grade, I could see that he was going to fill out pretty nicely as he aged. He was a little pudgy and self-conscious about his body. He was always wearing baggy clothes, I think trying to hide his boyfat from bullies. When he was a freshman, his fur started coming in, and by his junior year he had a trashy goatee going, complementing his dark brown curly hair that went from the top of his head turning black as it ran down to his toes. I’m not usually attracted to teenagers. A teenage boy is still a boy. Hell, no one is really manly until they hit their thirties, if then. It takes some time for them to grow hair on their chest, excuse the pun. And they have to be trained. It is a rare boy that is worth the hassle. Mark was different. He was boyish, yes, but also kind of pathetic. I knew that his parents didn’t have money to help him with school, and honestly in my interactions with his mother I assumed it would be pointless anyway since he would probably take after her and she was dumb as a rock. And always, always broke: My first interactions with Mark involved him borrowing something from me. Everything from cooking supplies (basic stuff like butter; she was no chef) to shaving cream when he started to need it a few years ago. She was so dumb she missed the fact that she had a blossoming faggot on her hands. Which was good for Mark, because his stupid mother was also a Pentecostal and didn’t tolerate sodomy. I knew she had her suspicions about me, but she was poor enough to have to send her son my way for the shit she couldn’t pay for, and she needed money more than she needed to express her religious opinions. I first caught wind of this when the kid borrowed a laptop of mine for a school project his junior year. It came back absolutely filthy, filled with gay porn. Age appropriate gay porn; the kid was clearly into other twinkish, young guys. Actually, young white guys that all looked like they came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch shoot. Not my scene, but pretty typical for young white gay teen. Once I knew he had a nose for cock, I started checking the hook up apps for him. Incognito, of course. Eventually I came across him one day, after he had turned 18. According to his profile, he was not into anal. Drug and disease free. Looking for same. Masc only. “Be height weight proportional, under 30 only.” His words all, not mine. Me? I’m all about anal; way, way over 30. And definitely not drug and disease free. But hey, I was masculine. I checked off that box. But I didn’t think the kid would give me the time of day. Little did I know, I had a secret weapon. One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at my door. It was Mark, and he was red with embarrassment. “Hey Mr. Walker, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was shuffling at the threshold to my apartment. He looked like he wanted to be doing anything else. This was always the way he looked when he came over asking for a big favor. “What’s up Mark? Come on in.” I left the door open for him and walked to my living room, sitting in the recliner. Mark followed me, wearing his usual baggy clothing, his phone glued to his hand like always. I had actually bought the phone for him as a gift when he was 15, and all the rest of his friends had the coolest, newest smart phones. It was a pay as you go model, and frankly not very good, but Mark didn’t mind. “Thanks Mr. Walker,” he said as he stood next to the couch. He looked at me, waiting. “You can sit, boy.” I smiled at him, putting an emphasis on the boy part. He was going to need instruction from me at some point. I snapped my fingers, pointing to the part of the couch facing me. “Sit right there.” “Yes, sir,” he said. He was always polite with me, Mark was. I liked that. “Um...I need some advice,” he said. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, that much was certain. He was doing everything he could to look away, delay. He started mumbling something about how stressed he was at school and at home, blah blah blah. Boring poor teenager stories. Talking is overrated: That boy had much better uses for his mouth. “Cut to the chase, Mark: What do you need?” I am not a patient man. I was not about to listen to hours of teen boy sob stories. “Well...see, I need a car to visit my...girlfriend.” This would not be the first time that Mark has borrowed my car. His mother doesn’t own one, and he needed one for his licensing test last year. I own a nice black SUV, and I knew that Mark loved driving it. “I see. Where does your girlfriend live?” Now, I knew damn well that this kid did not have a girlfriend. But I needed to know how far he was going to go to convince me otherwise, in order to get my car. He had to take a moment to think about this. “Uh, Windsor,” he said. “So you need to cross the border?” Mark nodded, eagerly. “Yeah and the thing is she like, um, well her mom is kinda like my mom, you know? So she can’t date or anything, and uh...well, see, her parents are kinda going out of town this weekend...” “So you just need my car for the weekend?” I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts. “Yeah, if that’s ok, Mr. Walker.” He put his head down. The boy didn’t like asking me for help, ever. Probably because he knew how much his mother had taken advantage of me over the years, without me asking for anything in return. If only his mother knew: All of the favors I’d done for Mark over the years were about to be repaid, with interest. I got up and walked over to the door, where my keys were hanging off of a coat rack. I put them in my hand, dangling them. “I don’t know, Mark. If you’re going to be driving I should really let your mom know...” “No!” He said, excitedly. “Please don’t! She won’t let me go.” Those puppy dog eyes were wide open, terrified. “So she doesn’t know about your girlfriend?” “Well uh, she thinks I am going to spend the weekend with a friend from church.” “Jason?” Mark nodded. He did not have many friends, so that could only mean Jason. Jason was Mark’s age, but mixed race and his parents were still together and not, you know, dirt poor like Mark. “So he’s covering for you?” “Well...yeah, I mean...he was gonna go with me...” “You’re both going to go on a date with this girl from Windsor?” “Well I mean, Jay is 19, so he was gonna go and drink while we, uh, did stuff.” Mark is not above lying to get what he wants, but he must have taken me for a fool. He had “borrowed” twenty bucks a couple of months ago to go to Jason’s 18th birthday party, some lame laser tag event with their church friends. And now he had concocted a wild story to justify taking my car out cruising for cock, no doubt. But I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I made a big deal of it, but after some hemming and hawing I relented and told him that he could use my car that weekend, if he was safe and responsible. The boy was eager, and asked if he could have the keys right away. I told him that I had to clear some things out, but that I would take the keys over to him later that day. After he left, I put my plan into action. Once I had everything in place and set up inside the SUV, I walked over to Mark’s apartment and gave him the keys before his mother got home from work. My own weekend was uneventful. That is, until late on Saturday night, when I turned on the security cameras that gave me a bird’s eye view of my truck’s interior, complete with audio. I toggled a bit, seeing all the different perspectives. It was a sight to behold: A shirtless, tasty Mark giving head to an equally shirtless, big cocked Jason. “Dude, that feels so good,” Jason whispered. “Your mouth feels so fucking good....” “Mmmphh” was all that Mark could say in reply. Jason was snaking his hand down Mark’s back, moving his fingers underneath the boy’s baggy pants. “Just let me fuck you,” Jason asked. Mark shook his head, lifting his mouth up from Jason’s cock. I could see it on one of the screens: That precum and spit connecting Mark’s cocksucker lips to Jason’s tool. “Dude, I told you I’m not into that.” “Come on man, just for a minute.” Jason’s hand moved farther down, and he seemed to be stroking Mark’s ass cheek. “No way Jay. I don’t get fucked.” Jason pulled Mark up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear. Something that was too low for the camera to catch. Mark turned around. “Ok, but just a finger.” Jason immediately shoved his arm further down Mark’s pants and started playing with that unopened hole, causing Mark to groan with pleasure. Oh yeah, I had these boys where I needed them. I let this go on for a while without telling Mark I knew anything. He and Jason had a few more fun nights together in my SUV. Jason was slowly introducing Mark to the pleasures of gay sex, but he was not having any luck getting the kid to give him his ass. At the same time, the boys were starting to drink and smoke pot together. I saw some of it on the cam, but the boy was starting to reek of it when I saw him in the hallway. Finally, one Friday night he texted me, asking if I could come get him because he was too drunk to drive home. I texted back that I didn’t have any way of getting to Windsor. Then he called me. Slurring, he apologized. “I’m not in Windsor,” he explained. “Jay and I got into a fight...” His voice trailed off. He sounded confused, and like he had been crying. “Where are you?” He gave me the directions to a park that was about a half mile away from Jason’s house.They must have been going there to get busy. By the time I had ubered my way over, he was asleep, with the car running. I knocked on the driver’s window and he sat up, startled, and opened the door. “Has the car been running this whole time?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry Mr. Walker, sir,” Mark slurred. “I didn’t want to drive ‘cause...” his voice trailed off, his intoxication obvious. “Mark, you dumb shit, they can get you for a DUI if the car is running. Get in passenger seat.” He stepped out of the car and stumbled, and I had to carry him over to the passenger seat. He started to panic. “I can’t go home like this, Mr. Walker, my mom...” I nodded. “Your mom is going to be very upset with you, don’t you think?” I turned the ignition and started pulling out of the lot and headed towards the park exit. “I’m feeling tense just from what you put me through tonight,” I added. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble.” The boy’s eyes were closed. “I’m sorry Mr. Walker, really I am.” “Well, not as sorry as you will be after I’ve talked with your mom about this. “ Mark opened his eyes, and looked like he was going to keep crying. But he didn’t say anything, just slouched more into his seat. “Especially after I show her the video.” This sobered him up a bit, or at least made him sit up straight. “What video?” “My security camera. Haven’t checked it lately, but if you have been drinking in this car then she needs to know.” That really got his attention. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You have a camera in here?” “Of course I have a camera in here, Mark. You know how often cars get stolen in this town?” Mark didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to: I could tell from his sweat and trembling that he knew he was going to be caught with his pants down and Jason’s big cock in his mouth. “Uh, could you not show her the video?” I shrugged. “What’s in it for me?” And Mark knew I was right. As far as he knew I had put my trust in him and he had let me down. One of the few people around him that actually seemed to care, and to do things for him. “I can do stuff for you,” he suggested. “Like...chores, that kind of stuff. Just please don’t tell my mom.” “You smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one,” I pointed out. “Your mom is gonna know you were out drinking.” I could feel my cock swelling in my jeans. We were not far from the apartment now. Not far at all. “Can I crash at your place? Please just let me sleep it off,” he whined at me. “If you sleep at my place, are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I asked him. “Everything?” He just nodded. But now he looked defeated. As we walked into my apartment, I stopped him at the doorway. “You’re not coming in here with those stinking clothes,” I told him. “Take them off.” Mark hesitated for a minute, then started taking his shirt off, struggling through his inebriation. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, apparently thinking it was over. I had to take a minute to drink him in: A little shorter than me but covered with that fine black fur. And of course, I had to see the rest of him. “All of it,” I said. “And go hop in the shower. I don’t want you stinking up the place.” He walked over to the hallway and immediately went in the wrong room. “Whoops!” I heard him say. Once I heard him step into the shower, I started disrobing. When I opened the shower door he jumped, completely startled. “Mr. Walker! What?” He stumbled again, the alcohol and pot still clouding his head. Now, I am not that attractive. I’m attractive enough to have sex regularly, but I am a little bulky, I’m losing my hair and my thirties are nothing but a memory now, and I have a lot of silver or salt and pepper hair to prove it. But I have something that a lot of fags absolutely love: A nice nine inch cock. And now it was hard, and I was not trying to hide it. I just pushed my way in and pushed him aside as I started rinsing with the water and then lathering soap over my body. “Hot water only lasts for a few minutes,” I explained. “We’re gonna need to share.” He watched me lather up my dick, and he seemed to be hyperfocused on it. So focused he didn’t hear me calling his name. “Mark? Earth to Mark?” I snapped my fingers. He was pretty drunk still. He looked back at me, and then seemed to shake himself out of whatever daydream he was in. “Sorry, Mr. Walker. I’m still kinda out of it.” “That’s ok, boy.” I lathered up my hand with soap. “You know, Mark, I’ve been watching those videos.” I put my soapy, right hand over my cock, stroking it. Mark looked absolutely terrified as I used my left hand to turn him around and press his stomach against the shower, while moving it down his back until my soaped fingers pressed down along his crack. “You probably don’t want your mom to see those videos, do you, Mark?” He just shook his head, hanging it down in shame. “And I am guessing that you don’t want Jason’s parents to see you drinking down his loads of cum, do you?” “No, Mr. Walker.” I started lathering up his hole, and he reached back to stop me but I used my right hand to grab his. “Just let me get you clean, boy.” I started soaping him up, and he started moaning as my fingers teased around his hole. “I don’t really do that,” he whispered. “What? Clean your asshole?” “No, I mean...I don’t put things up there...” I could tell from his body language that he was getting really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come on too strong. He hadn’t tried to run away from me yet, so I would take it slower. I moved my hand away and shrugged, like I didn’t care. In reality, my hard on throbbed because my touch was the first confirmation that his hole was hairy. “Just soaping it up,” I said. “But you should always keep your cock and ass clean, boy. Always ready for a man to use them.” I finished rinsing off. As I watched him, I saw that his cock was growing. “So you really don’t want your mom to see that video huh?” I asked, scrubbing what was left of my hair with shampoo. I could see Mark staring at me, his eyes darting between my grey haired chest and my cock. “No,” he admitted. His hands had crept to his 5 inch penis, which he was stroking now. “That’s a really big favor, Mark,” I said. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, Mr. Walker...” “You said something about chores?” “Yes!” Mark yelled, eagerly, his eyes wide and a big smile. “I can do chores for you!” He looked at my cock. “What kind of chores?” “Um, any kind...” I put my wet hand in the kid’s hair and stroked it. “Be more specific.” Mark hung his head. “I can suck you off. If that’s what you want.” “No, not really.” Mark had no reason to know this, but I was not really a fan of blowjobs. It was his tight, unpenetrated ass that I craved. “Not right now anyway.” He stared at me. “I have a few videos,” I told him. “Mostly shows you, sucking off Jason. Smoking pot, drinking.” I stroked my cock for him. “Just teens being teens. But I don’t think your mom would like it would she?” He shook his head. “No.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “And you don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?” Mark choked up at this. “No.” “I see.” I pushed him down, until he was forced onto his knees. “You gonna do what I say?” I asked him. He nodded at me, uncertain, his innocent curly haired face staring back at me, waiting. I pressed my dick against his lips. “Open.” I grabbed his hair, holding him against my groin. He dutifully obeyed, taking about a quarter of my nine incher into his mouth. I just stood, waiting. He started licking, hesitantly, moving his tongue around my head. And then I did it: I pissed right in his mouth. At first I think the kid thought that I was filling him with a load. Probably thought that I came prematurely like his boyfriend. But a couple seconds in, he realized what I was doing and, acting on instinct, tried to pull away. That’s when I made sure he drank it all. It wasn’t much, but I had to make sure that he knew the score. After I finished he looked up, mouth still on my dick, bewildered. Frightened. And, I think, a little excited. Because what’s better for a bottom than pleasing his top? Nothing really. And whether this kid knew it or not, he was a bottom. Or a bottom in training. And I aimed to teach him well. “Don’t leave a drop,” I told him. He sucked and sucked for a few minutes. Then I pushed him off of me and finished rinsing off while he waited on his knees. I turned off the water. “Use the mouthwash on the sink,” I told him. “There are towels in the cabinet.” I left the shower, grabbing the towel I had put out for myself when I came in. Stumbling and shaking, Mark came out drenched, looking for a towel. “Where are they?” he asked again, still dazed and confused. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, annoyed. “Here.” “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” he said, drying himself off. Then he stumbled again, and that was when I realized that this kid was probably too shit faced to even remember me pissing in him. After he finished drying his body, he stood, mute. Waiting for something. “Go sit on the couch,” I said. He obeyed immediately, without question. As his body sank into the couch, I grabbed my phone to interface with the TV. “I’m so sleepy,” he said, snuggling into the couch. The little bitch thought he could get out of this by playing tired! “No school tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And no work for me. You should stay awake.” He preferred not to. He started moving his face against the pillow, smiling against it. “You don’t mind, do you Mr. Walker? I’m just really sleepy...” Now, ordinarily, I would let the boy sleep; after all, this piece of trash was going to end up ass up no matter what I did. Tonight, something was different. I could sense it. I let the kid lie down on the couch, and after he was asleep I raised his legs up. That sweet ass stared at me, winking. I had to have it tonight. So I did what any rational man would do: I went and grabbed a baggie of Tina and started moistening his hole with it. He started to stir. "Mr. Walker? What's going on?" I stroked my cock as I worked his hole over. Then I pushed some of the crystal inside, making Mark wince in pain. "Mark, you and your mother have taken advantage of me." I circled my finger inside his hole, and he moaned. When he saw that I was staring at him, he looked down in shame. "I-I guess. I'm sorry Mr. Walker we just-" I plunged another finger inside. "Ow! Mr. Walker I didn't-ow ow!" I was jabbing both fingers in and out now, and he was starting to open up. His protests were turning to purrs of delight. Oh yes. Tonight I planned to go all the way until this slut was begging for more cock in that pussy.

Any good sites or other stuff that has a look at making BB porn? Especially hot if there are any casting stories or similar about what goes on before, after and during filming. Those TIM boys strike me as the kind of guys who might have some fun fuck tales. But like I'm curious about even the guys at the Halfway House site and similar. What's it like auditioning and filming, especially when they want to degrade you...

Sorry boys,that should read Part IV, not part III. Still to come: The Wrecking of Mikey's Hole, a night out at the leather bar, and eventually the first meeting with Eric...a lot more dirty loads to cum...

That Tumblr link is fucking hot. Hope those guys make more...