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Part 1 I was finally free. I just finished unpacking all I had into my college dorm room and said goodbye to my dad who drove up with me to help get me settled. My mom was not in the picture because she left my dad after giving birth to me and stating that she was not ready to be a mom at 17 but I wasn't discouraged about that because I always had my dad who took care of me and always showed me how much he loved me. My dad is a wealthy buessness man and I always knew he would be there to take care of anything either of us needed. We both shared everything with each other and supported each other decisions and we were both proud to know we were both gay. My dad surprised me by having over all of his gay friends and mine to our house on my graduation day and when I walked into the house I saw they were all naked and ready to help me celebrate an amazing day. I stood in shock and was instantly hard seeing about 50 naked men in my house and it didn't take much for the party to be in full swing not to mention there was one in the middle of the living room. The night went on with everything you could imagine in a sex party but I did notice that it was more of just fondling and sucking and not actually fucking which I found odd and then my dad came up to make an announcement. "To my son and all of his fellow graduates congratulations for all of your hard work in completing the four years of your schooling and as you all go now into the next chapter of your life remember to take your gifts far and spread them wide as they should be." I was confused as to what he was referring to when he said gifts but I continued to listen to what he was saying. "Now to start the main event everyone." "Alex please come here." I walked up to my father and stood next to him. "Alex you have been a joy to have as my son and I could not be a more proud father with all you have accomplished in your life and I want you to leave with a piece of me that will always be with you and remind you of just how much I love you." I got teary eyed with his speech but still didn't understand what he was saying. "Alex I have waited till now to tell you this secret and here it is, your dad is hiv positive and so are all your friends here and all of mine too and the biggest thing about it is I am the one who made them all poz in the first place now I would like to enduce you in as well." It took me a moment to digest this and I looked at everyone in the crowd and they all nodded at me confirming that it was true they all were pozzed by my dad and they waited for my answer. I started to cry and understood now why there wasn't any fucking yet because my dad wanted everyone to fuck me first to help with my conversion. I went to hug my dad and said loud enough for everyone to hear that I would be more than happy to join in with everyone to be poz. My dad grinned ear to ear and embraced me in the biggest bear hug and kisses me deeply as he started to carry me to the sling in the room not breaking the kiss as he lowered me into it. He started to move down my body with his lips stopping to kiss and lick every part of my body. He licked down to my nipples and started to nibble on the left and tweaked the right and switched back and forth making me twist and moan. He then licked down further down my abs to my cock and balls. He waisted no time in taking my cock down to the root and It almost made me cum right there and then but I was able to hold off at the last moment. He slobbered all over my cock and balls with his spit dripping down to my hole getting it nice and wet. He moved to my hole and devoured it like a starving homeless man who hadn't eaten in months. He dove deeper and deeper inside licking the sides of my hole. When he finally came up for air he and I were both gasping and out of breath for a moment and then I saw my best friend and future college roommate Jay roll over a tray with an assortment of toys and other items. I saw my dad pick up a toothbrush and he told me it is going to hurt a little but he wanted to prep my hole for the gift to take so I had to relax and Jay picked up a bottle that said jungle juice on it and he said for me to inhale deeply. I did as he said and started to feel warm and my head swam and I could barely feel my dad putting the brush up my ass. It came out pink and that brought out cheers from everyone and my dad then lined up his cock with my exposed hole. Jay leaned the bottle to my nose again and whispered in my ear to inhale as much as possible because my dad is the most ruthless fucker there and he wasn't going to take it easier on me. On that note I inhaled deeply just as my dad thrust every inch of his monster cock in me down to the base causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. More to cum
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Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.
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Authors note: Hiya, longtime fan first time post! Don't have a lot of experience with chems so hope my descriptions ain't too out of water. I'm just a chaser trying to live out my fantasy! "Hey kid, meet me at that new Church in town! Ill be there on Sunday. Uncle Dom x" Looking up from the text, Andrew glanced across the street at the old grey concrete church across the way. 'New'? This thing didn't look it, maybe it was a new congregation? Uncle Dom was an odd type, he'd only seen him a few weeks ago at family dinner when he dropped in. He had taken up a space to Andrews right, his big heavily tattooed arms bulging in his white shirt. The thin shirt did nothing to hide the glint of the metal nipple piercings that stood out on his barrel chest, with hair peaking out over the collar. Uncle Dom was massive, with a shaved head and standing at 6ft 3, he was a real site at the dinner table. Andrew remembered staring holes in the table just not to get caught staring. He knew it was wrong to find his Fathers brother so hot, but he couldn't help it. The dinner was unusual, not just for the fact that his uncle was there, but because Uncle Dom had spent the whole time going on about his new church and how he was really enjoying it. Which was unusual because Uncle Dom was never a religious man, and from the looks of him it was hard to imagine. He had also spent a fair amount of time asking about my age and if I had a girlfriend. It was all very odd, then only a few days later this message came out of the blue. Steeling himself Andrew crossed the street, making his way to the black double doors of the dark church. The cross above the door askew, and Andrew wondered why anyone would ever think to set up in such a rundown shithole like this. Uncle Dom had said he really enjoyed this church, and whilst Andrew wasn't particularly religious himself, he wanted to impress him. Andrew wanted to be a lot like his Uncle Dom, he wanted to shave his head and get tattoos and piercings just like him. He wanted to be big and strong just like his Dad and his uncle, though in that regard he was not. He was 5ft 8, he was skinny, and even though he was 18, he was yet to get a tattoo or a piercing. He wasn't sure how his Dad would take it, it was one thing for his brother, a different thing entirely for his son. Crossing the threshold, a slight chemical smell wafted over him, as he was greeted by the noise and smell of a large group of men. Andrew hesitated at the door, in front of him was the strangest church he had ever seen. The cross was gone, toppled in the corner, pews pushed back and organised in a circle around the centre of the room. The lights had been replaced with red Led's and the windows has been boarded up. Men, and I mean men, were milling around in various states of undress around the pews and the centre of the room talking. A few clouds of white smoke occasionally erupted from the group as these goliaths stood in conversation. Some were shirtless, but others wore leather and rubber, fetish gear clung to tight and muscular frames. Andrew's jaw was practically on the floor when he noticed his uncle approaching him. Authors footnote: So, I'm hoping to follow a poz Sarah Palin worshiping angle. Will put up part 2 shortly. Hope you get a good wank out of it!
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Part 1 Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place. Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment. At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors. Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz. Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex. I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me. In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me. With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else. So I thought. Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened. One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not? The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad. “Hey Max” “Hi, everything’s alright?” “Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling. He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was. I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be. “Wait! What? Aren’t they supposed to be close?” “Yeah, they are…” “But how…” “The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked… so…” “Lot of guys?” “Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?” “Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…” “A shame. You would get a lot of action. You horny now?” “Kind of…” “Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.” It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place. The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me. Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes. The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man. “Gawd…! I needed that. Thanks!” As I pulled back my shorts. “It was delicious as always. Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I… Max… I need your help with something…" What do you want me to do? The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked? I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick. And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate. "Would you help me?” So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”. I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo? I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief. “It’s simple. I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”
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It all started on my 22nd birthday, I had just broken up with my boyfriend after finding out he was seeing someone else on the side and put up a post on Adam and I started getting hits. My boy friend and I had fucked a few times bare when we were drunk but generally always used condoms; I put up a safe only post and showed my hot ass and body. I am lean and have a bubble butt that my bf loved! Standing all of 5’9 weighing 150 with a 28” waist I carried my weight in my ass I started to get lots of hits, and a few were tempting but in looking at their profiles most were either poz, undetectable or no answer. I did not respond to them but did run across a hot profile from a guy who post he was bi, just loved ass and had a gf. His file said he was neg and hung 9.5 with the most beautiful dick. I could not help myself, I had to hit him up. There was no response for about an hour and then he hit me back. He told me what a beautiful ass I had and thanked me for hitting him up. He never asked to fuck me or anything. I sent him another email and asked if he was looking and he responded with we are not looking for the same thing, I do not think you are into what I am. I hesitated and thought maybe he wanted to get fucked again and asked him straight out if he was looking to get fucked also? His response was fuck no, I am bi and have a gf and just love some hot boy pussy on the side. I just want a hole to fuck and unload in. I closed the email after reading it and thought, no you can not do that. I had to look at his pics a few more time and then emailed him back and said I normally only fuck with condoms, I have only ever barebacked with my ex-boyfriend, but I would take your big dick bare. I am waiting for what seemed like forever and then he finally emailed me and said that is good to know. Probably still more than you want to get into and all. I have some other straight and bi buds and we are looking for a regular bottom. We had a hot little bottom who serviced us, but he moved last month, and I have been looking for a new boy to take his place. Do not get me wrong you would be perfect, but it may be more then you are looking for. We just want a hot hole to use on the side. I read the email a few times and, in my head, I said no, this Is way too much and finally writing him back and said I would try it with him and if all went well, we could talk about his buddies. No response for thirty minutes and I knew he opened it. I followed up and said okay, I want to do it. How does it work? Five minutes later he emailed me and said the guy are only into anonymous, we do not want to marry you just want that hot pussy on our big dicks. We want to find you ass up and blindfolded and ready and we will lube you up and slide in and fuck you till we nut and leave. No talking unless spoken to and you will be nothing more than a hot ass for some big dick. Okay, lets do condoms okay, I emailed back. Right away he emailed me and said never mind boy, I told you, it was not for you. I emailed him back and told him I would be ready in 20 min and sent my address and that I will take it bare and be ass up on sofa in the living room, blindfolded. He emailed back and told me I was a good boy, that I liked hearing, and that when his buddy arrived, he would knock and wait five sec and head in, and I should be ready. I asked if he were coming and he told me no, he only liked wet cummy hole and that a few buddies would use me first. I almost pulled the plug on the entire thing but really wanted his cock inside me and I emailed back okay. I was nervous as fuck and twenty minutes later he emailed and said get ready and I slipped the blindfold on and got into place on the sofa in my jock and then the knock at the door. Five seconds later the door opened, and I heard footsteps and then a hand on my ass. I almost jumped and the hand worked its way to my hole and felt my tight little hole as he unfastened his belt with the other hand, and I heard his pants drop. His hand withdrew and without a word I felt a tongue on my hole, and I was moaning as he ate my hole and tongue fucked it. I was loving it but still wondered if I should stop and cancel the entire thing, but it felt so fucking good I just let him French my hole as I moaned and then suddenly, he stopped and stood up and slapped his big dick on my hole. He grabbed some lube I had out and rubbed it on my hole and his dick and them slide slowly inside me as I lost my breath, fuck his dick was big. This guy who I had never seen was sliding his bare cock inside me and I had not even asked what his tats where. He said nothing as he pressed deeper inside me and soon, he was balls deep and he let me catch my breath before he pulled almost all the way out and then slide back in and after the second bottoming out, he handed me a bottle, I knew they were poppers and I grabbed them and took several hits and then he started to slow fuck me as my hole relaxed. OMG is all I could think of as his big dick slide in and out of me, still saying nothing and then his pace picked up and I could not help but moan and beg him to fuck me. I could fee his tight body against mine when he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You have a great fuck hole boy”. His first words and I then knew he was manly and had a bit of an accent. He fucked me for ten more minutes and shot his load in me while he said take my nut boy. He then pulled out and came around and made me clean off his dick before he pulled away and started to zip up while he said, stay blindfolded till I leave boy. I said okay and I heard him walk toward the door and then it open and close. I slid off the blindfold and felt me hole. It was open and cummy and I could not help it but to slide my finger inside and then taste more of his load. I got up and went back to the computer and as I was getting ready to email my new friend, he sent me one. His email read. Congrats boy, one of the pickiest tops in our group has just passed you as our new bottom. There are a few more that need to agree but my bud who just left said he would need you tomorrow at the same time. We can talk about that later but for now you have another top on the way and he will be there in five minutes. Make sure you are ready, and you can leave the cum in you boy. Fuck I thought, another, my hole was a little sore from his thick dick. He wanted me again, Hot! I might be good with just him. I started to type that I could not do another but before I could send it there was a knock on the door. I rushed to get in place and put my blindfold on. I made it just in time, I heard the door open and close and then a hand on my ass and hole just like before, he slides his long finger inside me and then another. He broke the silence and told me what a hot cummy hole I had. Love that you have a lot inside you. He then handed me poppers and told me to hit it, I did, and he finger fucked me and slide another finger inside me and my hole opened for him. He twisted his fingers around inside me and I had never thought about how hot it would be to take a fist but suddenly, I was hot for it. I just moaned as he played with my hole and he spoke. “I see you like ass play, fuck you are going to a lot of fun.” He made me moan with his fingers for another two to three minutes and then he pulled out and told me to hit the poppers again and then I felt it. I huge dick at my hole and he pressed forward and the hand that had been in my ass came around and covered my mouth as he pressed that thick fat cock inside me and I whimpered and asked him to pull out and he said he could not hear me as he pressed deeper and It hurt like fuck, I tried to pull forward but he held me with his other hand and finally my ass gave away to his thick dick and he was all way inside me. I was not sure I could breathe it- 33 replies
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Anyone out there who want to poz me with there toxic load? The more viral the load the better. Wasting AIDS syndrome is a plus.
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As I lay here in this wet bed with a severe case of diarrhea, every joint in my body hurting, with a fever. I see a nurse coming towards me with a syringe and I hope it is a good slam as I need it. She wraps a strap around my arm inserts the needle. I see the blood go into the syringe then she pulls it away. Was she trying to tease me? A while later a doctor comes, and he is hot looking he tells me to get on my side and he pulls my ass cheeks apart. He is taking a good look then he looks at my arms. Bob, you have been using IV drugs and been having unprotected sex with men, as your ass hole has been severely abused. Bob, the blood work came back that you are HIV Positive, so Bob were you raped? I say nothing but he smiles back to me So what drugs have you have been using. I tell him Meth, GHB, Poppers and weed. Bob I see from you former medical records you used to weight 155 LBS. and now its 115 LBS, so what happen. WTF 5 weeks ago I was living with my mother as I never knew my father. My mother is throwing me out of the house as I was caught again smoking weed and sucking dick in the park again. She is screaming at me as drive me to the bus station with just enough money to get to my father place in Palm Springs Ca. I'm leaving with no money and the 2 bags of everything I own. It a 4 day- bus ride that was the pits. All I had was water on the ride as I had no money. I have my father address and it a 4 mile walk in 100 degree heat. I knock and the door is open by Alex, I don't know Alex relation with my father. Alex is 23 5ft10 rip body and with Alex wearing just basketball shorts as you can see his semi hard dick a spandex top with his nipples and large rings on them. Come on in as we have been expecting you so I ask where is my father, he is out taking care of business right now. I ask Alex for something to drink as I'm so thirsty, The juice he gave me taste different as I gulp it down and ask for more. Let's go out side by the pool area and get comfortable. Once we get out by the pool Alex strips down and I can see his dick and a big ring hanging from the tip with his nipple rings he is so hot looking. He ask is I would like to smoke some weed, I say YES but this stuff if not like the crap you have been smoking. Alex is so right about this stuff being strong as Alex is stroking his dick and says I hear you like sucking dick, as I smile I go over and take good look at the Prince Albert piercing and put my mouth on it. As I go down I see Alex with a glass pipe in his hand and ask if I want to try. He shows me how to keep the flame from burning and how to hold it, the effects are mind blowing as Alex starts to kiss me like no one every has. Soon he is working my nipples and then he is sucking my dick while I'm hitting the pipe.
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Jack was bored with life. He was an adult but he was still living with his parents. He had a good job at the local hospital and could afford his own place but, his parents were guilting him to stay. They were taking most of his pay for rent and utilities, mostly because they did not want to spend their money anymore. They also had child protection on all the computers in the house, even Jack's. It was done through the WiFi some how, like the one where he worked. He worked overtime as much as possible because he had nothing else to do. He wanted to go out and meet people. He wasnted to get laid. He was 20 and still a virgin. You see there were lots of women around. Jack was pansexual but liked guys best. He wanted to meet guys to fuck around with. He wanted his first to be a guy. His community no one was openly gay, bi or pan and no one talked about the subject. He told his parents and they just said it was youthful rebellion. Jack was in great shape, played a lot of sports in school and used to take MMA lessons until he graduated from Trade School and had to work full time. His parents thought that no one who did all that could be into men. They were not even religious or anything. They just were stupid. They spoiled his younger brother and sister, twins, and they became brats. They were 18 and still not adults. Jack decided to just go to bed after work tonight. He ate dinner at the hospital canteen took a shower and went to bed. He was not ready for sleep just yet though. He had a hidden compartment in his bed where he kept something he had fond a while ago. Someone had dropped it or tried to get rid of it and Jack found it. It was a porno collection but not a normal one. It was a collection of stories and pictures downloaded from the internet and printed out. It was all about men getting "pozzed." Jack had read every story so many times he had them memorized. He knew every detail of the pictures. He knew about the tattoos of scorpions and biohazard symbols. He knew some of the stories were fictions but, a couple were true accounts. Those were favorites of his. Jack read those tonight. He was reading them more and more recently. His desire for him to be the one getting pozzed was getting stronger. He knew that he wanted this more than anything. He thought it would never happen though. He resigned himself to the fantasy. He stroked his hard dick until he csme into his blankets. He went to sleep with the feeling of his cum rubbing against his leg. He liked how it felt. He thought this would be his only source of happiness for a while. Little did he know that fates were working to change things for him. Part 2 coming soon
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My man told me about this dream he had. He woke up dreaming he was fucking me. In two+ years, he’s had his dick in me once. It was in a four way . . . everyone was swapping. Other than that I fuck HIM. . . as often as I can. Usually that is every other day, by my own choice. I’m big. He’s 63. I can fuck hard and rough and often long and/or repeatedly. I worry every other day is too often. When we first met, erections were hard to come by for him. Although he was usually a blowjob top, he was open to other ways to play. He’s poz. I am not. Prep is what allowed me to bare fuck and breed him on our first ‘date’. He is six years older than me, and damn! is he sexy! Crix belly. His ass looks the same as it did when he was a 25 yo Russian River bartending hottie, I believe. He has 30+ tattoos. Anyway, what we do together we do together well. We also share our deep, spiritual belief that GAY SEX IS DIVINE. I mean really a higher plane, not in a Bette Midler sort-of-way. We are sluts. We go to orgy parties. We go to gay campgrounds. Did. I mean we did. Until covid. Thank dog we have each other. Every other day. Still - we both have been going squirrelly from the lack of other men. I’ve asked myself why I am taking the prep every day? Me top. Him undetectable. And I have gotten very careless about taking it. Maybe I skip a few days. A “few”. Oops. Because he told told me about his dream. HOT idea, him fucking and breeding ME. I tell him YES anytime . . . let me know so I can clean. Haha yeah, sure. And days past and it’s forgotten. Except then like a week later. It’s still lockdown around here. We are still distancing. And I overindulge quarantine style . . . a little too much alcohol . . .a little too much cannabis tincture . . .and I am passed out in bed. I wake up groggy as fuck. I wake up in a face down dream. It’s wonderful. Breath on my neck. Weight holding me down. And I am getting fucked. I have not fantasized getting fucked in SO long! And I am dreaming of the feelings . . . the fullness of a dick inside me . . .the nastiness of lube and precum squishing. Me pushing my ass back towards it. Me squirming around because it feels good in every direction and at every angle. FUCK nice. Something about the effort to push back on his dick makes me realize I am actually doing this. I AM flexing my ass. Wait? What? Am I dreaming? I realize I am not but it is such a wonderful dream I am tempted to drift back off without thinking too hard. My head is in this sleepy miasma of fantasy . . .am I at a bathhouse? . . . a Craigslist style anonymous stranger? . . .getting a hot load . . . DAMN this is fun I think to myself . . .but his FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK starting to speed up makes me aware a little so I push back giving him whatever access he wants and before I know it theres that PULSE PULSE PULSE shooting his cum in my ass. I love cum in the ass so much, usually from the other side- -giving my loads. AMAZING My man came in me, and it wasn’t even really even “on the menu”. That dick of his used to have problems getting hard when we first met . . .and he just came ROCKETS in my ass! I have never taken POZ cum. FUCK yes! Then I realized. I am not telling him. I haven’t had prep in over a week. Ten days maybe. He just shot a poz load deep in my almost-virgin-again ass. Sure he is UD, but what if not? What if that load has stored up all his potency, and all of that went deep inside me? It’s burning in me. In a good way. If I get sick in ten days, I will have to tell him the truth so he doesn’t think it is the COVID.
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This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."
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SleazyAnonBBBottom posted a topic in United States: Other: Northeast
Going to be in a Springfield area hotel and looking to be bred hard and rough! Hit me up for details! all raw only no mercy shown no loads refused
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Looking for users in the Newcastle area. Work in Long Benton live in Whitley Bay, no limits do anything.
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While he's dressed like a tranny school girl faggot slut and sucking my cock. If interested it will be held October 24th during the ufc fights no need to send pics. Currently looking for a hotel or air bnb will update this post when a place is booked. I'm planning on filming some of the action, so if you prefer to wear a mask while you load the bitch up that's fine. I prefer you come in pump and dump than leave, I'm trying to send the whore home filled up and butt plugged with at least 20 loads.
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I was walking down the narrow steps from the top floor bathroom when I saw him. His presence immediately caught my attention as my focus zoomed in to him. I was pretty lucky to have gotten in tonight. The age limit being 22 and me being only 21 I had taken a chance, along with a couple of my friends, that maybe with the crowds this NY Eve the bouncers would forgo their usually strict measures and would forget to check our ID. We hit the jackpot, flowing in with the crowd when they opened the doors. I guess I had stopped in the stairs as his friend tapped him on the shoulder and pointed me out, standing there, staring at him. We had filled ourselves with liquid courage before going out but upon getting in the first order of business was to celebrate. Celebrate New Years but more importantly celebrate being manly and mature looking enough to finally get into the club, the only gay one in town. Shots ordered and downedm we went to the dance floor. He looked at me standing there, turning crimson, our eyes locking for just a moment before I was pushed from behind “Yo, keep moving man you’re holding everyone up!” I tripped forward, stumbling on the step, and crashed into him. He caught me with his wide shoulders and built arms easily handling my smaller lighter frame and held me long enough for me to get my feet under me. He had probably just come from the dance floor as he was drenched with sweat and thankfully those unforgettable seconds in his arms had been enough to soak me with it, his musk now permeating my senses. He roared with laughter at my fall making me blush furiously as I instantly got hard. Stupidly I tried to hide my arousal with both hands and in the process drew attention to what I desperately wanted to hide. His friend now joined him in another fit of laughter as I shrank into myself. “Hey, you were lucky I caught you weren’t you?” he said, teasingly. Flustered and dumbstruck my neck craned up at this gorgeous man as he stepped right up to me and with an evil grin looked me dead in the eyes. “How are you going to repay me?” My jaw dropped, his commanding presence and his musk now so overwhelming that I was left totally speechless. So I kissed him.
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PART ONE “Hey Ian! Looks like I finally found us some work?” “Oh? What?” “Prostitutes!” “WHAT?!” “Well, 'retail workers' if you wanna get all technical about it. Same difference, we're getting fucked over either way.” “O...kay...?” These sorts of interactions were commonplace in Kace and Ian's relationship. In fact, you might call it the bread-and-butter of their day-to-day life. Really, Ian should've been used to it now. But for a, shall we say, more 'reserved' person, his boyfriend's more risque sense of humour still succeeded in making that tan on his face look more like a sunburn, and getting him very interested in looking at the floor. Or a wall. Or anywhere that wasn't eye contact. “Come on,” Kace laughed, tossing a muscular arm around Ian, pulling the whole 'whopping' 145 pounds of man to his side of the sofa .“It was funny!” “You know how I feel about those kinds of jokes...” “Of course! Why do you think I make them?” “Because you like to see me squirm?” “Guilty as charged.” “But why?” “You want my honest answer?” “Uh, yea.” “Because...” Kace continued, arm sliding lower to wrap around Ian's waist. “You're cute as hell when you're flustered.” Though that remark did nothing to reduce said flustering, it did bring a hint of a smile to Ian's face, one of the few he'd made over the past couple weeks. However, that smile wouldn't last for long as he sighed, blonde hair mingling with his boyfriend's brown locks as he set his head on Kace's shoulder. “So... Those are the only openings you could find today, huh?” Likewise, Kace's teasing demeanour also faded, shifting instead into concern. “Look... I know you're not big on 'people'-y jobs.” “Kace, I-” “And I can't blame you. People are dicks.” “Kace-” “Don't worry, I'll find us something else and-” “KACE!” Though Ian's 'raised voice' was little more than speaking slightly above inside-voice levels, to Kace it was as if a screamo-metal rave was taking place in their tiny living room. Ian never yelled. EVER. To call this a cause for concern would be the understatement of the year. “It's okay. I'll do it. Just get me the application form.” “No. You don't have to do some job you hate. There are always other options.” “Like what? Calling up Mom? Again?” “Well...” “C'mon Kace, she's helped out too much already.” It was true. Since the day they'd rented that sardine-tin apartment, Ian's mother had practically shouldered all their living costs. She didn't mind, all she cared about was that her son found 'a nice young man to settle down with.' Besides, she'd joke, with him majoring in nursing, he'd be paying her back in spades anyways when she got 'so damned old I can't find my teeth no more!' Yea... Clearly Ian didn't inherit his shyness from his mom's side of the family. Anyways, the point was that even though she didn't mind, Ian sure as hell did. Kace sighed. Getting that guy to take a helping hand was akin to trying to bathe a cat. “Look... Just think about it, okay? We don't have to decide tonight.” Ian sighed. Though disappointed, his smarts overruled his emotion. There was no way he could rationally argue with Kace's suggestion. “Fine,” He acquiesced. “I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything. Now...” Ian paused. He needed something to occupy his mind, any menial task would do. “Would you like some supper?” “Dude. It's 4:30.” Ian's baby blues crashed, falling to look at an incredibly fascinating spot of brown carpet. “So yea!” Kace laughed, delivering a playful and (unintentionally) painful slap to Ian's back. Baby blues have just taken liftoff, I repeat, baby blues have just taken liftoff. “You're sure? I don't want you just to do this because of me-” “Ian. I'm. Hungry.” “As long as you're certain-EEP!” Why the 'eep,' you ask? Good question. In case you hadn't already guessed, Ian was rather the quiet type. He was lucky that he made all those (in Kace's opinion) adorable faces whenever they fooled around, because there were mutes who made more sound during intercourse. A good thing Kace, despite his large appetite for such activities, was fairly vanilla, because gagging Ian wouldn't have changed a thing in terms of the, ahem, 'auditory' stimulation. No, the only way, to the best of Kace's knowledge anyway, was to catch the guy by surprise. So, the second he stood up, SWHACK came a second slap! Only this one was a wee bit lower than the shoulder, let's put it that way. “Damn! Bounce quarters off that thing!” Kace hooted, counting not one, not two, but five ripples in Ian's butt before it finally settled back from extremely bouncy to its regular bouncy state. The display was made easily visible courtesy to a pair of bright blue short shorts. Really, the only reason Ian wore them was because they came free with his last photoshoot, and they couldn't afford to waste. Well that and he knew how much Kace loved it (though not as much as the complimentary Speedo, but that;s a story for another time). “I know,” Ian sighed, arching an eyebrow as a lazy smile spread across his lips. “You have. I've still got the bruises.” “Come on man,” Kace laughed, calling out to Ian as he scampered off to the kitchen. “It was only one!” “One quarter my ass.” Dinner was, as usual, a budget feast of tuna melts and baked beans. Protein, fat, and carbs, Kace would say. You couldn't go wrong with that! Even if it was plain. Even if they'd had it every night for the past week. Even if- A piano solo blasted from Ian's shirt pocket, snapping both parties out of their daydreaming fugue. Not any piano solo, however, no, his ringtone was the opening to Kace's latest, greatest piece. A little something to remind them of what all this was for in the first place. Ian swallowed his mouthful, fully prepared to hit decline.... That was until he got a good look at the caller ID. “Ah, sorry, I gotta take this one,” Ian said, leaving Kace alone with nothing but a half-eaten tuna melt for company as he made a hasty exit, not just out of the kitchen but out of the apartment altogether, off to pace the corridors in some conversation unknown. That... Wasn't like Ian. Like, at all. Running off like that, hiding conversations... It wasn't cheating, Kace knew that much. His boyfriend barely had enough extroversion to flirt with him, let alone a random stranger. Besides, the guy was paranoid about STDs and all that jazz (majoring in nursing can do that to a person). But, if not that, the question still remained: what was wrong? Whatever the problem was, Kace thought, sipping the last of his beer, he'd gently confront Ian with it that night. After all, their relationship was one constructed of trust. Whatever was bothering Ian, he could talk about it! Little did he know that Ian, who'd just hung up after insisting on consulting Kace before entering any 'binding contracts' was about to do the same thing. “Ian, are you-” “Uhm, so I-” The pair stopped. Tried again. Stopped again. It seemed every time one opened his mouth to speak, the other chose that moment to do the same, sending them into a hopeless cycle of cutting each other off. Alas, one of the few disadvantages of always travelling the wavelength as your partner. Though mildly infuriating, it did serve to ease off a good chunk of the tension, and by the end the two were deliberately cutting themselves off just for the joke of it. “So,” Kace said, finally getting out in front. “I was going to ask... But I feel you've been trying to tell me for the past five minutes.” “How did you ever guess? Hah, yea, it's... It's Jonathan!” “Jonathan? That's great news!” “Not quite... You see he said he was looking for a-” Why, might you ask, is that great news? Here's a hint: it has something to do with those short shorts hugging Ian's bubble-for-a-butt backside. Jonathan had been taking pictures since before the dinosaurs went extinct. Okay, maaaybe not quite that long. Let's just say he'd been at it long enough to to take maternity pictures for Kace's mom. Kace, who was now twenty. The pictures Jonathan specialized in though... Well, they weren't exactly white-bread pregnancy fare. And he wasn't interested in Kace. Don't be mistaken, he did not find him an unattractive man. Standing 5'8, 165 pounds, with a surfer dude mop of hair and deep brown eyes, the guy was nothing to sniff at. But Kace wasn't exactly what he (or, more accurately) his customers, were interested in. A bit too muscular. A bit too intimidating. A bit too, as one client put it 'top-ish.' They weren't looking for tall , dark and handsome. No, what they wanted was limber, lithe, and boyish. And that's where Ian came into play. With only his height (5'6) and measurements alone, most people would've assumed they belonged to a woman. But anyone who saw him knew better. He looked effeminate in the way only a man could. He was, as Jonathan put it, a- “-Twink. He said he was looking for a twink.” “Uh. Yea. And I think he found one,” Kace said matter-of-factly, giving his boyfriend a painfully obvious glance up and down (especially down). “So, what's he got you modelling this time? Bike shorts? Boxers? Speedos? Hmm, yea, I hope it's Speedos.” “No, it's... It's not anything.” “What? It's gotta be something! Come on, I won't bite! Now spill.” “No, Kace, that's what I mean. It's nothing. At least for a couple shots anyway.” “Ohhh!” The brunette's eyes lit up, finally grasping what Ian was too shy to simply say straight. “That all? Look, Ian, I know how Jonathan works. Private clients with private requests desiring pictures for private use. Like, maybe five people will ever see it at max. I'm not telling you to do it if you're uncomfortable, just... Don't start worrying I'm going to get all jealous or something. The only way you're gonna make me mad is if I don't get a peek at those sweets pics of yours.” Kace winked, leaning in for a kiss... But Ian pulled away. “That... That isn't all. I'm... This isn't a solo shoot.” “Oh...” He said again, more hesitantly that time around. “Yea....” “Well...” Kace continued, trying to keep the conversation moving forwards. “What does he want you to do? For the shoot, I mean.” “Sort of a plotline, actually. Basically, an, uhm, older black... Gentleman seducing a....” Ian reddened, unsure if he wanted to quote Jonathan on the next part. “ 'Soft white twink'.' B-But there's no...” “Sex?” “Yea, that.” “You can use the word sex, you know,” Kace laughed, trying to lighten the mood by, as he loved to do, teasing his boyfriend's 'fragile constitution.' “I mean, with how much we-” “He said,” Ian interrupted, eager to nip THAT little tangent in the bud. “He wants some close contact. Not heavy petting or anything, just...” “Regular petting?” The taller of the two joked. “You could call it that... I guess.” “You should do it.” “Huh?” “Yea, if you want to, go for it,” Kace shrugged. “Are you sure?” “Well, I mean, it's not like you're going to be fucking the guy or something.” “I-” “Right, sorry, 'engaging in intercourse,' is what I meant to say. Still, I'd prefer to look in on it myself too, just in case... Y'know... But if you can't do it with-” “Kace,” Ian said, putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder (made somewhat comical by their differing heights). “You being there is the only way I think I CAN do this.” Kace ended up being the one to send Jonathan the final okay, Ian taking off to do whatever he did when he felt embarrassed (which, let's be real, was probably holing up in the university library with a med textbook). When he arrived back some three hours later, he opened the door to find- “Hey, 'Rustic country lodging suite with fishing lake and complimentary fresh English breakfast,' or 'Roomy accommodations with...' Huh. Says here 'Nautical feel?'” “What?” Ian asked, baffled as he stepped into the kitchen, revealing Kace clicking feverishly on his old brick of a laptop. “What are you-” “Bed and Breakfasts. See anything you like, just shout. Oh! 'Chic, modern rooms a stone's throw away from the city's premiere entertainment venues?' Sounds like clubbing to me! And I don't know about you, but that's right up my alley! There's also-” “And why exactly are we looking at BnBs?” “Uh, for your shoot of course. Duh.” “My shoot is at three in the afternoon, right?” “Yea. Hey, this one has a pool! All these things used to have was, I don't know, a bed and a breakfast,” Kace responded, only half listening. “...And the studio is only an hour out of the city, correct?” “Yup. Say, which would you prefer: a circular room with square windows or a square room with circular windows?” “I'd prefer to know why it is you think we need a Bed and Breakfast for a one-day job.” “Need? No, we don't need it. But it'll be fun.” “And how are we planning to pay for this?” Ian asked, gesturing to the burnt out lightbulbs gone months without replacing. “....The shoot,” Kace responded, as if being forced to explain the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, all 250 dollars of it.” “Two hundred and, hah! 250?” He laughed, slapping the table with nearly enough intensity to send the laptop barrel-rolling to the tiled flooring. “Ian, it's 250 per HOUR! It's an eight hour shoot! Haha! I'm supposed to be the dumb one in this relationship remember?” “You're not dumb,” Ian said, registering the need to assure his boyfriend before the first part of what was said sunk in. “Wait. Per hour?” “Yep! Bet you're glad I read the fine print, huh? I-oh!” Something rare had just happened. No, it wasn't the couple embracing, that was a daily (practically hourly) activity. The oddity at hand here was who was embracing who. Kace always played 'offensive,' as it were, both inside and outside the bedroom, Ian fair better suited to being on the receiving end. Yet, Kace now found himself pinned to his chair by a pair of thin, smooth arms leaning over him from behind. “Thank you...” Ian whispered. To Kace, it was just money. But to Ian, he knew it was a big deal. Something he wouldn't have to take from his mother or put himself deeper into the indentured servitude that was student loans. He'd always been the type to try to earn his keep. Unemployment was tough on him. Finally, he could go to bed without feeling guilty, like a mooch. “No...” Kace corrected. “Thank YOU. Now...” He continued, once the pair had enjoyed a couple minutes of comfortable, intimate silence. “You. Me. Six pack in the fridge.” “Huh?” “Dude! We're celebrating!” They had a wild night. And by wild, I mean Ian drank three-quarters of his bottle instead of the usual one half. “Lightweight,” Kace teased, draining the dregs from his third bottle. “Well, we can't all be fat like you,” Ian replied, having consumed just enough alcohol to allow him to make playful jabs. “Hey!” Kace said, pulling up his shirt to reveal a very different kind of six pack. “This look like flab to you?” “Hmm. I think I'll need to get a feel of it myself before I can make any final conclusions.” Ian? Flirting? Was... Was he somehow sloshed already? There was no way he'd- “But... I shouldn't. You're clearly intoxicated. It would be taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.” And there was the Ian that Kace knew. “You can take advantage, I don't mind!” Ian sighed. “Yes, that is what a drunk person would say.” “Dude! Watch!” Kace whined, performing the finger-to-nose sobriety test. Alas, he missed the dead centre, falling slightly closer to the left nostril than the right. For most people, that would've been more than enough to prove that one was still overall competent. But, in case you haven't already guessed, Ian wasn't most people. “See! Sober! S-O-B-E-R! Mostly.” “Alright. Look, it's getting late. I need-” “Your beauty sleep.” “-My rest or I'll be too tired to get anything done tomorrow. My courseload isn't going to review itself.” “But-” “And if you still feel this way in the morning, we'll do something about it then, promise. “Pinky swear?” “Make yourself a cup of coffee.” Kace made something between a grumble and a laugh. It was a strange sound, and one he'd only started producing after dating Ian. That guy could be so risk-averse that he made one want to throttle and protect him at the same time. Basically, the kind of frustrating one can't help but love. That's why, after being left alone with his thoughts (for Ian was readying for bed, no doubt flossing his teeth and cleaning under each nail), Kace found something that just didn't seem quite right. With a payout of 2000 dollars, it made total sense why Ian would swallow his nerves and get in front of the lens. But... When he made the decision, he thought he was only getting 250... Kace shrugged. Maybe Ian was right. Maybe he really was drunk. Now I know you're probably all on the edge of your seats right now. Did he or did he not live up to his promise to Kace the next morning? Well, I assure you, he did. For four hours straight, as a matter of fact. Ian could still... Sort of stand afterwards? But it was a good thing they hadn't done the deed the day of the shoot, or else the poor man might've needed a walker just to get around the set! To Be Continued.... (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! I'm new to this site so I don't know if these are customary, so I'll attach one here in the first part and no more after. The story you are reading is a commissioned piece, and my buyer suggested I post it here. The story is currently complete, and per their request, I will be releasing it in parts. I am a female writer, so I apologize if sometimes my portrayal of the male homosexual experience comes across as 'off.' I hope you can enjoy regardless!)
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Jonathan was a young college student; he had just turned 20 and starting his freshman year. Jon was 5’11 brown hair with blue eyes weighing 160 and a bubble butt! He was older than most of the freshmen, he was held back in first grade and it always made him much older than all his classmates. He just barely made it to college with his C + average, luckily, he was a legacy as his Mother and Father both graduated and the donation his grandfather made did not hurt. Jon was incredibly attractive and got hit on a lot and he had been with lots of women but always had a desire to see what it would be like to be with men. One night he decided to explore a gay bar on the trip he had heard lots of guys talk about who stumbled in thinking it was just a bar and as the stories go they would quickly leave to find some pussy. Jon decided to go and see what it was all about. He arrived and ordered a coke with lime and sat at a high top table and the first guy who came over was at least 60 years old and he chatted for a minute and put his hand on the boys leg and he moved his hand off his leg and the old guy left. Then an Early 50’s guy came over and chatted him up and bought him another drink. That must have had alcohol in it as the boy smiled and chatted with the older guy soon the 60 year old came back up and put his arm around the 50 year old and that seemed to be too much for the boy and he excused himself and went to the bathroom. I made my move and went to the bathroom also; he was at the stall pissing and I took the one to his right and pulled out my big dick and held it there. He looked and watched as I pissed and then jacked my dick a little and he remained and got rock hard watching me. I tucked my dick back in my pants and said, boy those old guys were all over you. I stood next to him, here I was 6’2 180 37 years old right next to a hot college boy. He was incredibly nervous, and I leaned in and whispered in his earl, you are a good-looking guy. Put your dick back in your pants and meet me in the bar. I want to get to know you! I walked out and he followed me a few minutes later and looked for me and spotted me at a corner booth and come over and I had already ordered him another drink and he sat and introduced himself as Jon and I told him it was nice meeting him but never told him my name. He drank down his drink and soon was slurring his words. Boy, come with me I have someplace I want to show you. The boy followed a little wabbly since he had some g in his drink. I took him into a back room and told him to take off his pants. He tried and I had to help him. I told him to bed over and he followed instructions and as he was holding onto the bench, I lubed his ass and slide in the enema. Piss from guys who partied the night before. The boy moaned as the t started to absorb inside him and I rubbed his back and told him to hold it in. Ten minutes later I decide it was time and took him over to the toilet and let him loose the piss and clean out. I told him how good he did and took him back and had him bend over and we did it all again. By the time I was done he was flying. I cleaned him up with rag and told him to put his pants back on, his once hard dick was a tina dick now. I lead him to the back door, and we left and walked a block and half to a video store, and he followed me in. I got changed and then we headed back to the booths. I went to a both with two glory holes and put some money in and told him to undress and just leave his shoes on. He followed and was soon naked in front of me. I told him to get on his knees, he did, and I began unbuttoning my jeans and soon fished out my big dick and told him to open his mouth. I started to suck, and the kid was awful. It was not long, and a guy stuck his dick through the hole, I pulled him off my cock and turned his head and told him to practice on his dick. Boy you need to learn how to suck dick. I put some poppers under his nose and told him to inhale both the right and the left twice and he opened up and started to suck a 7” medium thickness dick for what looked to be an older guy from the pubes he had some gray hair showing in his bush. Jon bobbed up and down on the guys dick who seemed to be enjoying it and then he started to moan, and I held Jon’s head and knew the guy would soon shoot his load in Jon’s mouth. Not minute later Jon started to choke and gag as the guy came in him I and coxed Jon to swallow boy, just swallow. The guy pulled out and zipped up and Jon looked up at me somewhat embarrassed and I just said good boy. Open your mouth I instructed and then I spit two wads of spit in his mouth and told him to swallow. The other door opened, I rubbed my finger on the hole and this soft but thick dick slide through. There you go boy, I chirped, and he worked his way over on his knees and took the dick in his mouth and began to suck it, I pulled him off twice to feed him poppers and soon the guy on the other side began to grunt and I held Jon’s head and this time he was ready and sucked down the guys load. The guy pulled out and zipped up and I heard the door and Jon looked up and opened his mouth and I spit in it twice. I had him suck my dick and he was greatly improved, and he would get better in time. Then the dick I was waiting for, long had to be 8” but on the thin side but rock yard. He went over without being asked and started sucking it while I got down and lubed up his little pussy. Slide a finger in him and he moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and I held the guys dick as I lined up Jon’s hole and slowly pressed him back on that dick. Jon looked at me like he knew he should not be doing it, but the guy started slowly fucking his ass and Jon immediately started to moan. I put the poppers under his nose, and he huffed, and the guy started hitting the wall slamming his dick into Jon. It must have hurt some since Jon went to pull away some, but I pushed his hips back and said be a good boy and take his dick. Jon did not fight and left his ass up against the wall and five minutes later the guy slammed into him and shot into Jon’s ass. The boys first loads, two down his throat and one up his ass. It was hot to watch. I had him suck three more dicks and take their loads and then told him it was time to go. He hot dressed even as cum dripped out of his hole and followed me out of the booth and I back to my car and he got in and never asked where we were going and I drove him back to my place. We walked in and I told him to get undressed, socks and all. I grabbed the torch and a bowl and told him to watch as I lit it up and slowly inhaled and then leaned down to kiss him and gave him a gunshot. He inhaled and coughed, and I told him I wanted to see him do it. He grabbed the pipe and I lit it and I told him to slowly inhale now. He did and took a huge hit and coughed less this time. Nice boy now do three more hits and I will be right back. I went into my bedroom and pulled up BBRT and searched for buddies and shot off a few emails, sent some text and posted a party. Hot young negative boy looking for loads tonight. No load refused! Took three already! Now, I was not interested in everyone who hit me up for the party but I started to get text back and shoot out invites to my place and had guys use the back door to my house where you could walk right into a mud room and there was a guest room off that. I took Jon to the playroom and set him up on all fours after I had him slip on a jock. One of my bottom fucks left it, it was a little tight on him, but it framed his lily-white ass just right. I unbuckled my pants and got between his legs and spit on his hole and slide my dick in him and he yelped and I tossed him the poppers and told him to use them as his ass started to accommodate my thick 9 inch dick. I fucked him for ten minutes and shot my load in him and pulled out and cleaned up and then grabbed his hands and fastened them to the headboard and slipped a blindfold on him. I got a text a bud was around the corner, so I slipped a rock in his well lubed ass and left him there for my bud to find. My bud came in and knew exactly what to do, I had the door the rest of the house locked and could see the room on video and when guys came in. My buddy is white 6’4 Red hair, 230 pounds all muscle and loves young boy ass. He also has a huge 8” beer can dick. The poor boy is starting out with a huge fucking dick, even bigger thicker than mine. He appeared and immediately started undressing and examined his new little toy. Fingered his ass, one and then two and finally three fingers in him. My buddy went to the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a ball gag and slipped it in the boy’s mouth and fastened it. He then lined up his fat dick at the boys hole and lubed it up and pressed it against the hole that was still tight and slowly slide in as we both heard the boys muffled pleases to stop and scream as his hole gave way. It is always hot to watch my him fuck a newbie, he gets off on the pain he causes and shows little mercy. He re-arranged Jon’s insides for five minute and gave him a break. Jon must have thought it was over, bottoms usually do and then he slides in deep in one quick move and started it all over again. Each time the boy protested less and soon my buddy was long dicking him and said boy you want this load and she shoved it deep in Jon and unloaded as his body shook. Mike always did cum a ton. He pulled out and cleaned up in the bathroom and left passing an older guy late 50’s on the way in. Mike nodded and the older guy tall and skinny with white hair came in and immediately started eating the boys loose cummy hole. Even with the ball gag in you could hear Jon whimper. The old guy who I had never seen said he had a 9” dick but had not pulled it out and just kept eating that loose cum filled hole and then he pulled off and he pulled out a needless syringe and shoved it up the boys hole and shot the content in. He then undressed revealing a long soft dick. He pulled out another syringe and shot it in his dick and it slowly began to rise and thicken and soon he was at full mast. Nice long dick. From the angle it had to be closer to 10 inches. He felt Jon’s entire boy and just slowly fucked him and eventually began to pick up pace. He began to tell Jon he loved slutty young boys. Then he said, you are a pussy boy, a fucking anonymous cum dump pussy boy. A minute or two later the door opened, and this young guy walked in. Tall, thin but average looking. He disclosed in his emails that he was poz in the email to me and he just had not fucked much since being diagnosed a few weeks ago. He asked is the boy was neg and if he cared and I told him that the bottom said all loads and that includes your poz load. He quickly asked for the address and said he would be there in 20 minutes. The older guy started breathing heavy as the young guy stood in the doorway jacking his dick fully clothed. Soon the old man shot his load in Jon and pulled out. When he realized he had an audience he winked at the kid who got up on the bed and slide right inside Jon and began fucking him after unbuckling his belt and pants. The kid must have been pent up because he fucked Jon for eight minutes and shot his first load inside him. His body shook as he unloaded, and he moaned. The old guy said nice as he walked out, and the boy began to kiss Jon all over his back and feel his body. He began to fuck him again and ten minutes later he shot another and then five minutes later another load up his neg ass. He leaned down and kissed his neck and I hard him say, boy you have me deep inside you forever now. I am going to come back tonight and give you more cum and if you are lucky, I may even fist that beautiful ass of yours. He pulled out and slide two fingers in Jon and then three and twisted them around inside him. Nice, the kid said as he pulled out and slapped Jon’s ass and said that they would have fun later. Jon needed a break and a bump so I locked the outside door and went into Jon and gave him a bootie bump and thought how hot it would be for that kid to fist his ass tonight. I decided I would set it up.
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Since I was a child I lived in the same neighborhood, with the same neighbors. I played on the street with the usual people, until we grew up and moved away. All the houses in the neighborhood had a child my age, except that of the neighbor on the right, who lived alone. Everyone said he was gay, so no one came close to him. But I always thought they were envious, because he had the biggest house in the region, with a pool and everything. My parents always treated him well, invited him to my birthday parties and he gave me great gifts, so I was always courteous to him too. When I was fourteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and it was Pablo, the neighbor, who took care of me while my father was in the hospital with her. In the two years that followed until the death of my mother, we created a bond almost like father and son. At that time, I already knew that he was really gay, I had met some of his boyfriends, and he was the first person to whom I told that I was also gay. What I didn't told him was that I had a secret crush on him, after all, a skinny teenager like me would never have a chance with a mature, 36-year-old man, wealthy and well resolved like him. I had already spent countless afternoons in the pool at Pablo's house, and when he went swimming with me, I would look at his strong, hairy body, with that big volume in his trunks and all the tattoos he had on his body. He told me to wear swim trunks, but I always wore shorts, so he wouldn't notice my erection. My father was very depressed after my mother's death and started drinking, so whenever I could, I would run away to Pablo’s. He had even given me a copy of his key, so I could come in and watch TV or use the computer when he was gone working. One day, as usual, I went to his house during his working hours, thinking it would be empty. I was starting to settle in the living room when I heard a groaning noise coming from his room. I went there in silence and came across a scene that left my jaw dropping. Pablo was fucking another man with all the pressure. The guy was under him, in a chicken position, while Pablo fucked him mercilessly. His hairy, juicy ass was in front of me, as were his huge balls. The guy moaned and screamed like he was in paradise. For a moment, I thought the man under him had seen me, because he whispered something in Pablo's ear after looking at the door. But I was well hidden in the shades and they just kept fucking, without looking in my direction. I was looking at that scene for some time, my dick exploding in my underwear, when I heard Pablo saying: “Do you want my cum?” ”Yes, I really want it”, the other man shouted in ecstasy. “And what kind of cum is it?”, asked Pablo. “It's poz cum.” "Say what you want then," ordered my neighbor. “I want you to poz me, to fill me with HIV.” Hearing that was strange. First, because I didn't know that my neighbor had HIV. Second, the other guy was getting fucked without a condom on purpose, literally begging to be infected. A few seconds after that, I heard Pablo howling, and I knew he was coming inside the passive's ass, injecting him with his virus-contaminated semen. I turned away in silence, left his house and ran to mine. My cock was still hard and drooling in my underwear, so I ran to the bathroom and touched myself remembering the scene I had just witnessed. I came as I never had in my life, I had to restrain myself from screaming otherwise I would get my dad's attention. I didn't fully understand why the guy wanted to be infected with a virus that had no cure, but I realized how that would feel in sex. Because it was bigger than just sex, they were creating a bond that would last until the end of their lives, something totally irreversible. I never mentioned any of that to anyone, obviously, because people would find it strange and try to get me away from Pablo. I continued to act normally with him, but in a way our relationship was no longer the same, because I knew his secret. The more the time passed, the more I understood the fetish that man had to be pozzed by my neighbor. It was literally putting your life in the hands of the other, and I didn't know a better person than my neighbor to have that kind of trust. I started researching the subject on the internet and discovered that there was a whole community with this type of fetish. The more videos I watched, the more I became horny about it. I even lost track of how many handjobs I gave myself imagining my neighbor doing that to me. It was in these researches that I discovered that a tattoo that he had just above the swimsuit mark meant that he was positive and that he was proud of it. One day, when we were sitting by the pool, I got some courage and said: “I really like your tattoos, when I turn 18, I want to get some done.” "Tattooing is something that when you do the first one, you get addicted," he said. “Would you be upset if I had one just like yours?”, I asked. “Which one?” he wanted to know. "The one over the swim trunks," I said innocently. “I think it's very beautiful.” He smiled a little condescendingly, as if I had no idea what I was talking about and said: “That one has a very special meaning for me, someday I’ll explain it to you.” I didn't ask anything because I already knew what it meant, and he closed the matter too. But I realized that from that day on he started looking at me differently, as if he were evaluating me. At that time, I was starting to gain some muscle, because I was going to the gym and my body was starting to develop as well. There was hair growing in corners that I never imagined I could have it, and I left everything to be natural, just as I had seen that Pablo was. I thought he could be evaluating me in that matter, seeing the changes in my body, but he never said anything. Time passed and our relationship remained the same as always. It was childish of me to still hope to be with a man twenty years older than me, who thought about me as if I was his son more than anything.
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