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I didn’t bring a condom (Chapter 11) I was so deeply jealous of the twink. I couldn’t understand why I was so focused on Dan breeding me, but there was no denying how much his refusal had gripped my thinking. I was jealous of the twink and angry with Dan. Insanely angry, I never wanted to see him again. Then he popped up in the most unlikely place. Mrs. Schnell talked me into signing up for a “Real-estate Agent” course. Her argument made sense. I wouldn’t remain young, cute and fuckable forever. I’d need a career in my back pocket. Besides, if I kept being so reckless taking every Tom, Dick, and Harry’s loads I was bound to get infected and that surely would end my ‘sex work career’. She didn’t trust the experimental medication I was taking. Eight people arrived for the first Monday morning of the class, I was the last in the room. I was very surprised to see Dan and scrambled for the empty seat beside him. So much for my commitment to never see him again. Other than a perfunctory greeting he ignored me until the morning coffee break. He joined a group of four or five of us as we chatted around the complimentary coffee and donut table. After the break we were told to couple up and get to know each other better as forming personal relationships is the basic work of Real-estate agents. Dan frantically looked for a partner other than me, but everyone had already buddied up. As instructed, we turned our chairs to face knee to knee. Dan had worked for twenty years as a baker at a grocery store. He’s started as an after school part-time job. It had been mostly satisfying but he knew he could do more and make more. Thus, this class. When I shared that I’m a sex worker establishing a second career he was both surprised and not at the same time. “Makes sense, I guess. Clearly you love sex. But shouldn’t you be concerned about the STD’s you could be giving to your clients.” He cut right to his sore point with my sexual behaviour. He was definitely surprised when I let him know barebacking was the basis of my ‘selling my ass.’ “All my clients know and pay extra for the risk we are taking.” Our sharing following the questions we’d been given took a more mundane turn and it was soon lunch. To my surprise he invited me to join him at a small café just down the street. Our cute young waiter was very flirty with both of us. Dan clearly enjoyed this and was inspired to flirt with both the waiter and me. When the bill came, he told me he would pay it and encouraged me to ’use the washroom and pay the tip, wink, wink’. When the door closed in the small bathroom the waiter asked if I was going to suck his cock or fuck his ass. His eyes lit up when I said, “you’re going to fuck my ass”, they lit up even more when I told him to put the condom away and that I wanted more than the tip. He was quick and as he dumped his load told me this was the best tip he had ever received. As we left the café, Dan behind me, he asked; “Are you wearing underwear?” “Never!” I laughed. “Unless you want to sell your hungry ass as well as houses you may want to start when you work as an agent.” He cautioned. “Damn! Did I leak? God, I love when that happens.” I laughed again Our instructor a big boned large, framed guy in his mid-sixties must have also noticed. He followed me into a cubicle during the afternoon break depositing a quick ‘pump and dump’ just where I prefer them. As we emerged, we bumped into Dan. “You slut!” he winked as I passed him. Every morning for the next two weeks I received the same greeting from Dan. “Mornin Slut!” He also became more and more flirty with me. By Thursday I invited him back to my place after class. “No fuckin way!” he barked in response. “But you have been flirting with me all week.” I protested. “You are so fuckin beautiful and sexy, I can’t stand being around you.” He confessed. “That doesn’t make any sense.” I countered. “You’d have me fucking bareback in a flash. That’s not happening.” He asserted. I gave up in total frustration. Saturday night I was invited to a friend’s pool party. The invitation made it clear swim wear was not only not needed but would not be accepted. My kind of party. There were 22 naked guys in the pool when I arrived, so it was a while before I came face to face with Dan. I was in total shock. I had no idea how he knew my friend. He pointed to the twink and let me know the twink was the connection. With some careful discretion I cornered the twink and asked about his relationship with Dan. “Oh he’s my current fuck buddy. We’re having a lot of fun.” “But you pulled off his condom and forced him to breed you,” I could barely contain my green devil. “Yeah, that was great, eh? He’s never bothered with a condom in me since.” The twink boasted. “You’re fuckin kidding me.” I lamented “Not in the least. He floods my ass every time!” again boasting. We all knew this naked pool party would develop into an orgy free for all. I was bent over the diving board being spit roasted by a couple of A type gym bunnies when I saw Dan enter the twink bb. This was hard enough to watch when the twink invited one of his friends to take his place. Dan didn’t hesitate to slide into the friend raw. Their fuck lasted a while. Both gym bunnies had bred my ass and I was on to a third when Dan clearly climaxed in the twinks friend. My brain screamed,’ How can he do this to me?!? I know he knows I’m watching.’ By the time I left the party I was quite drunk and hosting 12 loads in my ass. When my Uber arrived, Dan was standing beside me. I offered for us to share the car. He realized just how drunk I was and helped me get into the house, stripped and into bed. I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow. “Good morning slut.” As I emerged into consciousness, I was totally confused. ‘Why is Dan in my bedroom”’ I wondered. Not only was he in my bedroom, he was naked in my bed. “Did we?” I hand signalled fucking. “No, no, I’d never take advantage of a man drunk out of his skull.” Dan laughed. “Fuck, you know I’d have given consent.” My head ached. “But only if I fucked you raw, and we know that’s not going to happen.” “I don’t get it, your breeding the twink, and you bred his friend last night. Why not me?” “You were drunk. Besides you’re a slut. Who knows what’s in that cum soup in your gut right now.” “You’re kidding yourself if you think they’re not just as slutty.” “So is this the welcome you give all the tricks in the morning.” “We didn’t.” I used the hand signal again “You’re not a trick” “So, you don’t want me to fuck you?” he asked. “Well, I didn’t know that was on offer.” I responded. “Well, do you, or don’t you?” he chided “Fuck me? Of course I do.” He was sporting a raging hard on and pulled a condom from his pocket on the floor. “What the fuck man, what’s that for?” I protested. “For fucking your slutty ass, what do you think.” He asserted. “That’s not going in my ass.” “Then you’re not getting fucked this morning.” He stood firm. “Fuuccckkkkk!!!!!!” I lamented. “That’s what I’m offering, but we do it my way or not at all.” He was not angry but firm. I couldn’t resist the overwhelming allure of his sexy naked body and relented. The fuckin condom felt horrible as it snaked into my ass. I had never experienced one before and couldn’t imagine why anyone would put up with them. When I begged him to take it off, he refused and just pounded me all the harder. I had to ask him to stop and re-lube about 6 times. Part of me was delighted to finally have him fucking me, the rest of me was hating him for the condom. How could I manage two conflicting feelings all at the same time? Eventually it was clear he was getting close. “Where do you want my load, I’m close.” “You know I want it in me. Not in that fucking condom. I want you to breed me if you are really asking.” To my utter surprise, he quickly pulled out, ripped off the condom, jammed back in and was convulsing like an epileptic. We were both breathless for a full two minutes. I didn’t think I could be any more surprised until he pulled out and moved his face down to fletch out the load he had planted in me and whatever was left from the orgy! Soon he was up and we were snow balling it back and forth. “What the fuck man, where did you learn that?” I asked when we’d swallowed the load. “The twink and his boyfriend taught me that when they fucked and bred me.” Dan preened with great pride. “You fuckin slut!” I accused. “Well, if I’m falling in love with you, I better catch up!” as he took hold of my face with both hands and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

Sorry to hear this.

Thanks for sharing. And I assure you I wasn't bothered by the guys silly comment in the least. I'm proud to be a sexually active promiscuous senior citizen!

Yesterday I tried a new video place with booths. There was only one other guy there. I don't know how long he'd been waiting, but he was happy to have me suck him off and swallow his load. And such a deliciously sweet load it was. Another guy eventually came along and had me suck his lovely cock, but, had me stop when he was ready to cum too soon. He turned down the offer to fuck my ass, then asked if I had condoms. He didn't answer when I asked if he'd fuck me if I did. The video choices were very limited and I ended up with a Titan Men video with condom fucking. I watched as long as I could hoping more men would come along but finally fled for another place I knew had more choices. I settled in the second location with a bb audition video. No other guy in the place. Eventually a middle aged guy arrived in one of the rooms beside me. This place has huge glory holes which I had wide open so my availability would not be in doubt. Soon my neighbor and I were exchanging blow jobs. In the midst of a quick breather I turned and offered my ass. No questions asked I soon felt his cock aiming too high. I had to suck him hard a few times but he finally got in for a very quick pump and dump. When he was dressed and about to leave I thanked him again. At this point he assured me he was 'clean '. I laughed to myself that he thought it even mattered to me. It was too late for it to make any difference. Although it does have me considering skipping the day after doxi. Lol

I suspect the breeding from a 19 year old when I was 67 would be the biggest age difference. I know I've had sex with a few 75-6 year olds. Like status, I don't ask age, but I'm pretty sure one guy at a bathhouse was about 86. Having sex with a guy in his 90s is on my bucket list. I'm curious about others experiences and thoughts.

I got a sad an amusing message from a 54 year old guy on Squirt yesterday. "At 70 you should be in a nursing home." I reminded him that in a short 14 years he'll be my age. I let him know I hope when he gets here he's no more in need of a nursing home than I am. I went on to say that the young man I sucked off yesterday and the guy that bred me were glad I'm out and about. The message inspired this question, What's the biggest age difference you've had with a sex partner?

I forgot a condom (Chapter 10) When I got home, I went right back to work as enthusiastically as ever. You would have thought I hadn’t learned a thing from my burnout and recovery. For three weeks I worked full out. At least three clients a day, seven days per week. It was wonderful at first. How had I managed for over a month with no sex and none of the wonderful loads painting my guts? Then the exhaustion hit. At least I knew what it was this time and emptied my calendar for a long weekend. On my third day off I bumped into my elderly neighbour on the elevator. I had not realized but her husband had died while I was away. She assured me she was doing ok finding her way through the grief, she just needed some work to be able to afford to stay in the apartment she loved. I casually asked what kind of work with no particular intent in mind. She said that she had worked as a doctor’s receptionist for 25 years before retiring. She knew she didn’t have the energy to return to that work but wondered if I knew anybody that needed a private secretary to manage their appointment schedule or light secretarial work. I just shook my head and we parted ways. As I was unlocking my door a crazy idea struck me. She had not gotten through her door, so I asked her if she knew how I made my living. “Oh, young man, what kind of fool do you think I am. I’ve seen the men coming and going at all times of day and night. Half the time they’d not finished dressing before we watched them stumble to the elevator. Besides, these walls are paper thin. My husband and I figured out you’re a sex worker the first week you moved in. He was a horny old bugger right up to the end. I couldn’t keep up to his needs and kept threatening to hire you. We laughed more times about my threat!” She ended up with a boisterous laugh. “So, you’re not shocked?” I asked with surprise evident in my voice. “Young man, I worked for an inner-city doctor with lots of gay men in his practice. You can’t shock me.” “Well maybe I can. Are you free to come over for a cup of tea? I might have a job for you.” “If you make that a scotch I’ll change into something more comfortable and be right over. Give me 5 minutes.” 72-year-old Mrs. Schnell became my personal secretary and appointment manager. She made sure I never worked more than four days a week and never had more than two clients per day. Nothing shocked her. If she booked me to be the cum dump at an orgy, she always booked it on the weekend and made sure that was all there was on my calendar for the next couple of days. She was concerned that I was practicing unsafe sex but never lectured or argued with me. Within the first month of her managing my affairs I trusted her impeccably. My clients often expressed their initial shock to be making arrangements through an old woman, but repeat customers grew to respect and love her every bit as much as I did. The only thing she nagged me about was finding a boyfriend. I argued no guy wanted to date a sex worker. She accused me of being old-fashioned. I now had time for a social life and returned to frequenting my favorite gay bar. Every time I saw Dan there my heart would ache just a bit. I would wonder, why does this guy have such a pull on me. At first, he avoided me like the plague. Eventually he would say hi in passing. After three weeks he let me buy him a beer and we talked about sports. The next week he made a point of coming by me on the dance floor and saying hi before he made his way into his little corner. I soon regretted not joining him. I was too distracted by the two hot shirtless guys I was dancing with. But when a hot young twink took a drink to Dan and started flirting with him I knew I’d made the wrong choice. This point was driven home when Dan bent down and kissed the young man. I had never felt so jealous in all my life. The two hunks I was with noticed that I was distracted and poured on the heat to get my attention back. First, they pulled off my shirt and then they sandwiched me. When the one behind me snaked his hand into my commando shorts and finger fucked my hole they were fully back on my radar. My ass was soon exposed, and a solid raw cock inched its way into me with the beat of the rhythm. The guys would switch places, and I hosted one raw cock after the other. It felt good to counteract my jealousy with this public exhibitionism. Even though Dan continued to flirt with the twink it was clear they were both watching my blatant public fuck. I went to work double time clenching my ass cheeks and was quickly milking the cum out of one hunk, then the other. As they finished I noticed Dan and the twink had disappeared. I headed into the washroom to tidy up my dripping ass and there they were necking by the urinals. Soon the twink was on his knees sucking Dan’s ridged cock. I grabbed the first bear to come in, towed him into a stall without a door, bent over facing Dan and the kid and informed the bear I needed another load. He didn’t need encouraging and slammed into my wet ass with his thick raw cock. The twink was spurred on to slip a condom on Dan’s cock and the great ‘fuck off’ was begun. Me taking it raw from the bear, the twink taking it safe from Dan. Dan and I eye’s locked like two cowboys facing off in a dual. The bear was soon bellowing as he blasted a huge load in my ass. He was quickly replaced by a leather daddy who took even less time to pound me silly and torpedo his load deep in my gut. I never took my eyes off challenging Dan to look away from my public dangerous promiscuous show. He never flinched. His eyes glared into mine. He was pumping faster and a distinct blush was starting to wash over his shoulders and upper chest. At the very last split second the twink yanked forward dislodging Dan’s erection, ripped the condom off, and drove his ass back onto Dan’s raw cock. Dan had no option but to unload in the kid. He did so without losing eye contact with me. His facial expression screamed at me, ‘so there you stupid cum slut’. I was green with envy. Dan pulled himself together and ran from the bathroom. The twink stripped naked as he came to me, bent and stuck his ass in my face. You’re damn right I feltched out Dan’s load. The twink and I snowballed it back and forth as a number more guys took advantage of our prone asses and dumped a number more loads into each of us.

I Didn’t Bring a Condom (Chapter 9) Life for the next six months became a swirling whirl of sex. Most days I was dealing with three or four clients ending the day with cum dripping from my ass. One on one, couples, small orgies, massive orgies, the odd sex show, every event and day started to blur into the next. I had never heard about burnout, so when it hit like a freight train I was totally immobilized for the first week. My folks having not heard from me for the week finally came to my fancy new apartment. Somehow, I found enough energy to get to and let them in the door, but then I collapsed at their feet. For the next three days they nursed me with chicken soup broth until my appetite began to return. They had observed similar breakdowns in fellow porn stars whose careers had blasted off to great success. They got in touch with their promoter friends that had made a great fortune in the porn industry. This couple had a sailing yacht on the Mediterranean and invited me to join them for a month of rest, sun and salt water. At first the idea of nothing to do for a month terrified me. However, a few days of no clothes, watching my skin turn golden brown and learning the incredible buoyancy of swimming in the Mediterranean captured and soothed my body, mind and spirit. Each time we came to a port of call they invited me to go ashore with them, but I chose to stay on board. From the deck I could see the Calibur and beauty of the men and knew I would not be able to resist. Deep in my being I knew I needed a good long sabbatical from my sex work, indeed from any and all sex other that enjoying the sensuousness of my naked tanning body. At the beginning of my last week on the boat my gracious hosts wondered what I had in mind next. I had no idea. They knew of a tantric yoga teacher who specialized in helping sex workers stay more fully in the moment and grounded in their bodies. This sounded perfect for my professional learning goals, and I flew off to Costa Rica at the end of the week. Jonathan our Yogi provided an amazing weeklong mentorship for the six guys in attendance. Day one we gathered in the shade of the open walled thatched roofed structure in the warm breezes off the nearby ocean. As instructed, we all wore loose clothing for the heat and ease of stretching. We were introduced to basic mindfulness practices like slowly eating a single raisin with curiosity and intention. We were taught about ‘mindful cleansing breath’. And we were guided through many basic yoga positions and stretches. Day two started with a quick review of day one. Coming back from morning break we partnered up and were guided through a tantric experience of slowly disrobing our learning mate. Considering most of us only had loose tank tops and shorts it was amazing this tantric exercise took until lunch. The entire afternoon was spent learning naked tantric yoga. We had all signed a waver to abstain from sex until after the third night, so day three was more naked yoga under the thatched roof, out in full sun on the beach, sitting in the surf of the waves, and then floating out in the rollers. With all the sun, water and fresh air everyone had an incredibly good sleep. We arrived naked as instructed under the thatched roof for day four. Jonathan invited Jack to lie face down on a message table in front of the gathering. Strip a stereotypical Lumber Jack of his blue jeans and plaid shirt and you have the beautiful male specimen of naked Jack. Jonathan demonstrated a long and relaxing tantric message for the next three hours. We could see Jack melting into deeper and deeper relaxation as Jonathan’s hands worked there magic. We were then all invited to take a skinny dip letting the waves relax our bodies and minds. After lunch we broke into new groups of two and were led through an erotic tantric exercise which would culminate in us jerking ourselves off for our learning partner. Another skinny dip and afternoon break was followed by a similar exercise but this time we would jerk off our partner. I was paired with a beautiful bear with a 6 inch and very thick erection. It was amazing to stroke and play with. His hand job simultaneously on my ‘wood’ was amazing and we both reached climax at the same moment. His first shot of cum went in my right eye. Mine painted the thick dark hair on his chest. Regaining our breath, we laughed and the longing look in each of our eyes communicated we needed more from each other. That night the bear and I shared a bed. We were quickly 69ing and it didn’t take long for us to be draining each other’s third load of the day down each other’s throats. We slept like well fed babies. Day five, lucky Jack was called forward for Jonathan to demonstrate full penetrative tantric sex with Jonathan. From the hardons around the group it was clear everyone was enjoying this sight. The usual message was followed by a deep internal message of Jack's ass hole. His appreciative moans lubricated the sexual action. When it was time to fuck Jonathan rolled on a condom, penetrated Jack and began a slow deliberate intimate love making action. This lasted quite a while until the pace and intensity picked up and Jack received an impressive pounding. Finally, he couldn’t help but stroke out his load with a loud appreciative growl. I couldn’t help but notice Jonathan had not filled the condom as he ripped it off. Lunch was a finger food feast served on the naked body of Fredrico, our Porta Rican student. I especially enjoyed meet balls resting on his belly button, and a desert of whipped cream sucked off his cock. I was the fortunate guy to bring him over the edge and add his cum cream to the lunch in my belly. After lunch and another skinny dip I was invited to take centre stage on a beach blanket in the full sun. Jonathan gave me a wonderful erotic tantric message. His expert hands were both relaxing and driving me crazy. I was deeply relieved when he lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. Fredrico was invited to come forward and coat Jonathan’s impressive cock with coconut oil. Although I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, I was still expecting a condom. Without a word Jonathan’s big raw cock was guided into my hairy ass. I just kept nodding my consent as every inch sunk deeper and deeper. There was no gentle love making. I was pounded for the next half hour. Other than the change in his breath no permission was asked. Holding as deep as he could go inside me, he convulsed rope after rope of cum. I was delirious with joy. Again, with no spoken consent requested or given by me Jonathan made an announcement after break. Anyone wanting to breed me and demonstrate their comprehension of tantric erotic sex was welcome to do so. The bear was first to jump at the chance, and two others followed in quick succession. Fredrico was the last of these. The other two participants did their demonstrations sheathed in Fredrico’s willing ass. With my self-imposed abstinence over I stayed out on the beach after everyone else had gone to bed. Three locals happened along and although none spoke English all their loads joined the copious amounts from our days program. I knew I was ready to go back to work. Little did I know how soon I would encounter the illusive object of my sexual obsession, Dan.

I Forgot a condom (Chapter 8) I can’t believe I made the mistake of doing a general search online for a photographer. He was doing a good enough job until I started to unbutton my shirt. “What are you doing?” he asked. When I told him I needed some ‘skin pictures’ he agreed to proceed. That is until I unzipped my jeans showing my trimmed bush and a bit of my semi-hard-on. “What the fuck man.” He protested. “I told you I need skin pictures.” I was baffled. “I don’t do those ass-hole, get the fuck out of my studio.” He barked. I consulted my folks and they gave me an excellent recommendation. This was a tall dark and handsome ‘straight’ guy that had been photographing in the porn industry for decades. He didn’t flinch when I started to undress and snapped an amazing pic of my bush and cock emerging from my jeans. When I got totally naked he was not at all bashful capturing my erection and furry hole. He had assumed I was putting together a portfolio to audition as a porn star. When I corrected ‘gay escort add’ he didn’t flinch. In fact, he wondered if I wanted a pic of a cock in my mouth. ”Absofuckinlutely!” my joyful cry. He opened his fly, maneuvered his tightie whities and pulled out his good sized flaccid dick. I sucked it in and it soon began to harden. His white cock contrasted with my Melito colouring beautifully. “What about your ass? Do you want a cock in your ass?” he astounded me, I thought he was straight. “Fuck me man, I’d love that!” I didn’t have to think. He went to a desk drawer and pulled out a role of condoms. “What are those for?” I asked “I’m going to fuck you.” He responded. “Not with one of those.” I explained “My add is as a bareback gay escort, I’ve never had a condom in this hairy hole.” “Fuck! Are you kidding. Do your parents know this? What do they think?” “They hate it, but they know not to argue with me. Besides I’m on a new experimental drug for protection. I understand if you want to back down on your offer.” “I really should. I mean it’s only an experimental drug right.” His voice was hesitant. “Right. I understand.” I reassured. “Bend over my desk.” I was surprised to hear this instruction. Cold jell was being applied to my hole. The warm spongy head of his cock was soon teasing my hole. “Are you sure you are ok with this.” He asked. “Absofuckinlutely!” He plunged in balls deep. All 9 thick inches. I hadn’t realized a camera was fixed on my face and took a series of pics a few seconds apart. Eyes rolled into the back of my head, my face in tortured pain. Eye’s wide open as I took deep breaths to adjust. Face relaxing as the initial fuck pane moved out. Face full of delight as he began to fuck in earnest. I could hear the camera fixed on my ass clicking away as the raw fuck continued. These would be amazing. “I won’t last long, where do you want me to cum?” he gasped. “Breed me man, breed me deep!” and he was already. He collapsed on my back as we regained our breath. “Hold still, I want to get picks of my cock coming out and your dripping hole.” This guy was amazing. I didn’t think I could be happier as we looked through the hundreds of pics I had to choose from. Then he had a few more question. “Will you be offering topping services?” “Not my preference, but yes.” “Bareback?” “Yes, are you going to let me fuck you, I’d love that.” “No. But I’d like to get a pic with your raw cock in a guy’s ass. Will you work with groups?” “Sure, I’ve been cumdump for a number of groups. Why?” We decided to have a second photo shoot. For this one we went to a gay nude beach. He brought along a gay friend that was happy to ride my raw cock. Initially the friend had requested I not cum in him which I was ready to oblige, but he changed his mind and begged for my load. The photographer didn’t miss anything. An audience had formed, quickly release forms were signed and I became the cum dump for 5 guys with a variety of body shapes and cock sizes. I now had an extraordinary portfolio of pics to advertise my new business on Rent Boys. At first, they weren’t going to accept me. They reasoned their entire service was predicated on ‘safe sex’ practices which meant only sex workers committed to using condoms were eligible to use their service. I’m persistent and finally encouraged them to experiment with another category, ‘Safe/bb”. I was the first to use this and had to settle for ‘anything goes’. My first potential customer insisted on meeting me in a discreet coffee shop. “Your add says ‘anything goes’ in relation to safety. I’m negotiating for a party of twelve tops. Are you serious, could they all bareback and breed you?” he wondered in an almost whispered voice. “Fuck yeah man, I prefer that!” was my enthusiastic response. The next Friday night I arrived at the warehouse. Dimly lit and exceptionally warm with all the space heaters. In the middle hung a leather sling with one spotlight focused on it. I now knew where my stage was for this cum dump orgy. The twelve men were in various stages of undress when I arrived. They pulled straws to determine their order as I stripped and climbed into the sling. Number one was a very tall slim albino. His cock was slim, but very long, 12 inches. He wasted no time in preparing my ass, thankfully I had lubed generously. All twelve inches thrust balls deep into me, over and over for five relentless minutes until he was blasting deep into my guts. When he regained his breath, he took my face in both his hands to be sure I heard his gratitude. “Thanks man, I haven’t had a chance to breed in so long! I fuckin needed this soooooo bad!” Number two took the albino’s place between my legs. His big mushroom head teased my hole as he spoke. “So, he didn’t ask where to cum. Were you ok with that?” “You enter me raw man, there’s only one place I want the load.” I grinned as I responded. “So, you want all these guys to breed you?” “Fuck yeah man!” “Are you crazy?” he wondered. “Probably. I saw a saying once, ‘if you’re on thin ice, you may as well dance.” This was a big hairy gorilla of a man. His cock was not long, but very thick. Even with lots of lube and a load inside it took some effort for him to get into me. Good think I love to have my limits stretched. Eventually he was thrusting away with a power commensurate with his size. The smash of our bodies echoed in the large almost empty warehouse. Just when I began to wonder if I could take more of this he hissed through his ragged breathing. “I know you said not to ask, but where do you want my load?” “Don’t fuckin pull out. I want your gorilla load!” I’m sure his bellowed climax could be heard for five blocks, even in this industrial complex. Three was a tiny little nymph of a twink. His cock wasn’t big, but he knew how to use it. His passionate kisses were offered as if from lips of an angle. He stopped kissing just before cumming to tell me, “I’ve never bred a guy before, I’m never gonna put an ugly condom on again!” He came so hard he almost passed out. Four was an A type gym bunny. His 7-inch cock had the most amazing upward curve that did amazing things to my anal cavity. Halfway through his raw fuck I couldn’t hold back. I came hands free. He scooped up my spouge and used if for more lube. He gave no warning simply blasting away inside me when he was ready. Five was clearly upset. “I can’t believe you let all those guys cum in you. I really don’t want to have my dick in all their cum.” “Sorry you drew the straw you got bud.” I tried to console him. “Yeah, just like me to draw a bad straw.” “You can give it a pass; I won’t take it personally” again my consoling. “My dicks one thing; The real problem is I prefer to start by rimming. Fuck this!” I was ready for him to walk away. To my surprise his face dropped to my hole and he was feltching. Quickly his mouth was snowballing the other’s cum into my open and eager mouth. Next his nice sized raw cock was funking and soon breeding me. Once again, his mouth was suckung out the load and snowballing it for me to swallow. Six through twelve became a blur. Most expressing their surprise that I was such a piggy bareback cum slut. They’d been waiting for years for this kind of sex with abandon to return. Eight wrote glowing reviews on my Rent Boy page and my body and services were in the highest demand on the site. I was bringing in money ‘hand over fist’!

So fuckin hot 🔥

Human nature is very complex and complicated .... so well said. I'm turned on by Ethan's submissive nature ... even more so by mine!!!

Please private message me if you know anyone with the last name Cable in the UK.

I'm Canadian, and I'm a fan. Bing watched it twice in one weekend. I would critique that it buys too heavily into the romantic monogamous myth of heterosexual relationships, and relys too heavily on all the guys being gorgeous. Don't misunderstand me, I love eye candy as much as anyone. And for the graphic nature of the sex scenes their beauty is a turn on. I was disappointed there was no full frontal, but neither was I surprised. I look forward to the porn knock-offs .. especially when some cheating and bb orgy action is added. Hollander is too receptive a bottom to be satisfied by one hunks cock, no matter how seductive that hunks Russian accent! My favorite scene is in episode 5 when Hallander's girlfriend so gently draws him out of the closet. And her reaction to his confession that he prefers to take it up the ass is priceless. The acting is such high quality The dialog so ruch. The emotions are so real. The character development delightful. I was drawn in deeply. In my group of Canadian friends someone only needs to say "wolf bird" and we are all in stitches. I know this series is not for everyone, but I'll be near the front of the line to see season 2.

Good thing Dan is obedient otherwise Ric will loose out on pozing a hornier and hornier Dan who's beginning to realize how prolific his options are

So Absofuckinlutely HOT 🔥 🥵 😍 Do we know that Sam is neg and not on PreP? Josh may have an 'out', or carefully establishing the above about Sam he may confront Sam as 'chasing '. So many possibilities ... By my judgment Josh will take every opportunity to stealth poz his little brother now he's been assisted to plant the first toxic load deep in his kin's guts. Great writing. Thanks. Can't wait to see where this develops!

I'm a very hairy guy. I love any and all cocks blasting inside of my hairy hole!

When I'm horny I'm a complete exhibitionist! I wish I had pics of all the raw cocks from over the years in my ass. I especially love videos of my ass getting fucked and bred. One time I was being raw fucked in the backroom of a bar. It was quite crowded. I hadn't noticed an oriental guy with his phone out, he was either taking pics or videotaping the action in my ass. Some guy barked at him, "put that away, you can't do that here. " I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. It was such a turn on to have been taken advantage of. I was disappointed when the phone was put away. I would love to have a video of me taking load after load while I'm bound in a sling !

Can any of you recommend a gay bread and breakfast on or nearby The Heaths in London?

I didn’t bring a condom. (Chapter 7) Two years would pass before I would see Dan again. He quit coming to the gay bar I frequented, In the meantime, I chose to train as a message therapist. I didn’t take the more conventional course that emphasizes a strict ethical sexual distance from clients. I found a trainer that mentored erotic message. He was bi and expected his class to join him completely naked for all his training sessions. The six in my class just happened to be all male. It was hands on learning, and he started by demonstrating on each of us. Permission asking and consent were foundational teachings. This included whether the person receiving the message wanted a ‘happy ending’ or not. The first two students chose ‘not’, and their wishes were honoured. The Third chose a hand job happy ended. Our instructor was highly skilled. The fourth chose an oral happy ending with the instructor swallowing his load. The fifth chose a 69 mutual ending. There wasn’t a soft cock in the room. The instructor was very good at reading people and had purposely left me until last. He began by establishing that I indeed wanted a happy ending. He next simply asked if I wanted to impose any limits. The class looked baffled, but I knew exactly what he was getting at and assured him “No Limits.” For the next 45 minutes I relaxed to the best full body message I had ever experienced. It was time then to introduce the class to messaging the ass hole. Detailed instructions and explanations were offered. Every question was answered with great care. Meanwhile my hole was worked over and opened with astounding skill. The class gasped when the message was continued with the instructor’s scratchy face against my hole which included an internal tongue message. Every time he pulled off to talk to the class my ass felt bereft. It was finally time for a liberal dose of lubricant. Until this moment I had been able to stay out of my head, but I now wondered if the instructor had fully understood my “no limits”. I didn’t have to wonder for long. He jumped up on the table, lifted my legs to his shoulders and pushed his raw cock into my hole. He had opened me well so was able to slide right into the hilt. His 8 inch raw cock felt amazing. As he started to fuck with vigor one of my classmates wondered about the lack of condom. As my pounding continued the student was thanked for his question, everyone was encouraged to honour their own boundaries and safety and risk management choices. If they could accommodate their clients wishes, then good. If not, that was OK as well consent being the key theme. As for me he knew I had given permission for bareback sex. He ramped up every time I coaxed him on with “Harder Deeper’. Up until it was clear to everyone that he was climaxing deep in my ass. When he regained his breath and composure he tested the class. “If consent is so important, why didn’t I ask where he wanted me to cum?” I answered for everyone, “Because I had already given consent with “No Limits”. It was now time for the class to practice on each other. Over the next number of weeks we would all have a chance to ‘message’ each other and practice our skills of permission seeking and consent setting. The first student to practice on me got to the point he was ready to slip his raw cock into my gapping hole. I wasn’t going to say anything, but the instructor’s voice called out in true Socratic teaching style. “Stop! Who knows why I’m stopping this?” Another voice spoke out. “Because the masseuse didn’t establish consent for bareback sex.” “Correct!” My masseuse complained, “But he gave you consent sir.” “He did. But you can’t assume he’d give it to you. You must ask and establish consent and limits every time.” I gave consent and was rewarded with a big load. Noone made that mistake again and over the next few weeks every student had joined our teacher by pumping their load into my very happy ass. I was the only student that asked for and received the instructor’s load. A couple of the other guys asked to breed the instructor, he took their cocks wrapped, I was the only student he allowed to breed his amazing bubble butt. At the end of our last class the instructor gave me a card. Everyone else had left and he waited for me to open it. The picture on the card was a closeup of a hairy cum dripping ass hole and the tip of the erection that had delivered the load. Inside the card was a picture of the instructor with 5 other sexy guys, all in speedo swimsuits. The only words in the card, ‘We all want consent, NO LIMITS’. When I nodded my head, I was given a note with directions and the time I was expected Saturday night. I arrived at the upscale suburban home and was greeted by the instructor in his speedo. He pulled me in, closed the door and planted a passionate kiss on my lips as his hand found my crotch. “Did you bring a speedo?” he asked. “I don’t own one.” My response. “Good, ‘cause none of the guys waiting for you in the pool have one either.” We were both naked before leaving the front hall. We dove in the pool, and I was quickly introduced to this bevy of handsome guys. No time was wasted. A cock was already up my ass, only pool water for lubricant. This guy was ready for a quick pump and dump and was spraying my guts within three minutes. Within the next two hours my ass hosted all their raw cocks. I was laid out on the diving board, a chase lounge, one guys even sandwich fucked me when I was balls deep in the instructor. With a dozen loads pumped into my willing ass the five left and my instructor and I fell exhausted into his bed. He took me out for breakfast and handed me an envelope. It had $1000 in crisp new $100 bills. My jaw hit the table. “What the fuck?” I blurted. “For your services last night. The guys loved you.” “I’m not a prostitute.” I argued. “You are now! And a damn good one. I usually train guys to perform erotic massage. It was clear from the moment I saw your application that you were training to be a bb gay escort. You’ve graduated with flying colours. I suggest you use your first income to hire a really good photographer for your promo materials. "

I love both ... and prefer cum painting my guts ... no load refused!

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 6) Now you know my background and promiscuous sluttiness we can get back to Dan. I really wasn’t fazed by his rejection and took a few minutes to leave my ass cooling in the breeze. I was startled by a deep voice. “You can’t do that. You need to pull up your pants.” You know how I don’t like taking directions so stood and turned with my shorts around my ankles and my semi hardon on full display. Three feet in front of me stood a tall handsome cop in full uniform. “I’m going to have to write a ticket for indecent exposure son.” He pulled out his pad and scribbled some notes. I bent to pull up my shorts but before I had them up his voice commanded. “Don’t do that. Read this ticket first.” It read “Caught bare assed behind dumpster. Offence # _____. Officer Ron to proceed directly to punishment. Phone #___-___-____ for parole and follow-up.” “Now get out of those shorts and return to the position I found you in. That’s an order!” I was turned and bent in no time. He was softly talking into my ear and sending shivers down my spine. “I didn’t bring a condom, but you strike me as the kind of slut that doesn’t use them anyway.” And his massive raw cock drove into me like a pile driver. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, he just pounded away. Again, I heard him in my ear, “I don’t have time to drag out your punishment son. We’re both going to have to settle for a pump and dump.” He was breeding me as he said the last three words. “You have my name and number, when you come for your parole, we’ll take longer.” And he was gone. This had me so fuckin turned on and horny that I went to the cruising woods, staying until sunrise and collecting six more loads in my ass. Over the next 3 weeks I watched for him but didn’t see Dan at the bar. He finally appeared in his corner as I was getting fucked on the dance floor by a leather muscle stud. Dan and I held eye contact right up until my eyes rolled into the back of my head when the leather stud pushed in deep, held my hips and bred me with a groan anyone could hear over the music. When I looked to find Dan, he was gone. Another month went by before he was solitary in his corner of the bar once again. I wasn’t taking any chances of him leaving. I bought two beer and made my way to him. “What the fuck do you want?” he was angry. “Just to make a peace offering.” I handed him a pint. “Thanks, I guess.” He sneered these words. “Can we talk?” I enquired. “Ok. I have a question for you.” His tone wasn’t really softening. “Sure, anything.” I replied. “Did that guy fucking you on the dance floor breed you?” “Oh yeah, he sure did!” I was proud. “How did you know him? Before he barebacked you on the dance floor.” “I still don’t know him. He just danced up to me for a bit. After a snog he told me he wanted to fuck me. So, I just turned and dropped my jeans. He hoarked up some phlegm for lube and we were off to the races. It was funckin hot.” “I can’t believe you!” He yelled as he threw his beer in my face and ran off. I just peeled off my soaked shirt and went back to the dance floor. It would be six months before he returned again. I decided to leave him in his own small corner and give him a chance to come to me if he wanted. I hoped he wanted, he was in my mind the hottest man on the planet. A middle-aged bear started flirting with me. After our second beer I excused myself for a pee. The bear followed me. We peed together in the trough urinal eyeing each others hardening cocks and the melting ice. That is until the bear took me by the cock and led me into a stall. The door was broken off this particular toilet stall. I’m sure that’s why he chose it. I was quickly turned, bent over, and the bear’s hairy chops were munchin my manhole. He filled me with lots of spit and without a word slid his hairy cock into my eager hole. He was very thick so although only about 5 inches in length it filled me up. And he was gifted at the topping craft. Ten minutes in he turned me so I could suck on one of the cocks in the small crowd watching us. His raw cock never left my ass. I sucked with vigor and swallow three loads before I saw Dan through the dwindling audience. He held my eyes with his cold glassy stare. I didn’t relent and look away. About then the bear unloaded bellowing, “Breeding your ass slut.” Seven juicy blasts painted my guts. When he pulled out, he asked who’s next. A dad bod with a substantial paunch squeezed in behind me and didn’t last long. Dan held my gaze the entire time. When dad bod left there was just Dan and I in the bathroom. We continued to hold each other’s gaze. I was hoping he would come and take his turn. He didn’t, just stormed out.

I so know this feeling and thrive on fulfilling it.

I didn’t bring a condom. (ch. 5) That night I invited three Belami quality twinks home when the bar was closing. Somehow, we just congregated and dance as a foursome for hours. We bought each other drinks and got very flirty. I was hoping one or more of them would do me on the dance floor, but it didn’t go that far. They all lived with other people so we couldn’t go back to their places. I thought about my parent’s anger with my breakfast revelation and stubbornly decided to let them know they couldn’t change my mind. My folks were asleep, as I suspected they would be so ushered the three directly to my bedroom. All our clothes were scattered around the room in a minute. I had felt one guys cock through his jeans on the dance floor so wasn’t surprised at its length and girth. The fact that all three had similar tools was a delightful surprise. I was on my knees, ass in the air, moving from one cock to the other. They each made me gag, but this just gave me more phlegm to lube my ass. The blond read most of my signals quickly and was eating out my ass. “Can I fuck you?” he asked. “Absofuckinlutly” was my eager reply. “Did any of you bring condoms?” He asked everyone. The others may have been lying like me when I didn’t let on about the box in my bedside table. “Fuck, I really wanted to claim this beautiful hole.” I let on like it was an inconvenience. “Damn …. Just tease my hole with your head then.” It felt wonderful. “This feels great. Can I just put the tip in bare?” he wondered. “I don’t know.” I faked “Please?” he almost begged. “OK then, just the tip though.” He breached my outer ring. The pain was great, but I knew I wanted to endure it for what I hoped would follow. Besides it’s a great exciting pain to be breached. I moaned. He gasped. “Fuck this feels so fucking good man. Can I put another inch in? please?” I looked to the other two’s faces. They were in awe. I didn’t want to disappoint. “OK, another inch.” In he slid and the pain immediately transformed to a beautiful warm feeling of fullness. He didn’t stop until all 11 bare inches were deep in my gut. He picked up speed and knocked the air out of me when hit bottom. When I regained my breath, the words exploded for anyone in the house to hear; “Fuck me! Fuck me now!” He didn’t need anymore encouragement pounding me for two minutes before he asked where I wanted his load. “Breed me man, breed me … don’t pull out!” My dad was up for a pee and I saw him pass my open door at that moment. Dad couldn’t help but watch and listen as my top roared as he filled my gut. Dad didn’t leave when top one switched out for top two. This one lamented loudly that he was filling me with cum as he slid in. The third top quickly took two’s place, and I was getting another pounding when I saw dad head on to the bathroom. As he passed on his way back to their bedroom the third guy let loose and he was no less verbal or quiet than the other two. Dad discretely disappeared and, number one top fucked my dripping ass one more time as the other two sucked me off. As I blasted down one’s throat I knew I was getting another deposit in my gut. I thanked the three and ushered them out the front door. I slept like a baby. At breakfast mom asked if I’d had fun last night. I thought by her calm that she had slept through my gang bang. Dad was equally as calm, which surprised me. “Yeah, we’re glad you are comfortable enough with your sexuality to bring guys home.” He said and then went on, still calm, “How many of them bred you son?” “All three, one twice. It was so fuckin hot.” “Well, your mom and I aren’t happy you chose to play bareback, don’t mistake what I’m about to say as approval. But we want you to stay healthy if that’s possible.” “What are you getting at dad?” “I called around through the industry. Porn performers are vey concerned, especially as porn stables are feeling the pressure to move back to condomless sex. There’s a drug experiment going on, they hope they’ve found a pill to protect people from HIV who engage in high-risk sex. I pulled some strings and got you into the trail. It’s new and these are the first human trials if you choose to take this offer. And there is a 25% chance you’ll only get a placebo which due to confidentially you may never know. It’s a risk. But since you are taking such risks and we can see you're not about to change your mind …. we …. Set this up.” “Awesome!, where do I sign up?”