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I don't know if I'm violating any guidelines for posting this particular question. When guys go to a masseur what type of services do you usually expect? I consider myself to be vers so when I go I am usually looking to be fucked and bred. When looking for a masseur I am usually able to figure out through their posting or ads what they do or do not offer. So when I go for a massage, I am usually looking to get naked with the guy, to be massaged and to be fucked and bred. When the masseur starts to give me a handjob I will stop him. I always tell him that I want him to cum first and to breed me. I had a hot masseur (in Chicago - I love chicago) one time tell me" that won't be a problem - I always cum first then it's your turn". For me, at this point in my life, it is easier for me to go this route in order to get fucked and bred real good. Anyone want to share their insights or experiences? Thanks.

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

Roy was a 23 year old recent college graduate. With his shaggy blonde hair. Natural smooth body blue eyes. Bubble butt. 9 inch dick he was a catch for any guy or girl. He loved his boyfriend, Nick. With his light brown hair, hazel eyes. Buzz chest. Nick clearly was the top in their relationship. they had been together for three years. They had met through mutual friends. And hit it off right away. Everyone thought they were the perfect couple. Everyone that is but Alex. An older man. Who had tried to pick up Nick when he was a senior in high school. Nick told Alex to get lost. Alex was in his early 40’s. Dark hair and brown eyes slender build. With fully blown AIDS. Meds had stopped working. He wanted to “punish” Nick for rejecting him. Fill his ass with his poz seed. He thought of many ways to do it. But he kept coming back to filling Roy instead. Roy was insecure. Guys would hit on Nick. Nick for his part would flirt back. But wouldn’t go any further then that. Alex would use that to get Roy into bed and punish Nick. He asked a friend to flirt with Nick and set him up and pretend to have sex with him and get Roy to catch them in “the act.” Alex would befriend Roy under false pretenses. Not giving his real name. Alex would “accidentally” run into Roy and slowly set both young men up. “I’m sorry.” Alex said when he spilled his drink on Alex, who was having lunch at a diner sitting at the counter. “No worries.” Roy said. “It will come out.” He said drying his pants off. “At least let me buy you lunch.” “I feel terrible.” Alex said. Roy smiled. “That’s not necessary, but I do appreciate the offer.” Time would go by. And Alex would show up where Roy was. A friendship was developing at least on Roy’s part. Unaware of who Alex really is. and the time came to get Roy into bed and get even with Nick. By pozzing Roy and destroying their lives. Nick had been working. Stopped off at a bar when a young guy named Stephen flirted with him. Nick flirted back. Roy was working. Nick and Stephen kept flirting with each other. Nick got up to use the bathroom. That’s when Stephen slipped a roofie into Nick’s drink. Nick finished his drink. Felt dizzy. Stephen managed to get Nick out of the bar and got his car keys and drove to Nick and Roy’s apartment. He got Nick completely naked text Alex saying they were at his place. Stephen got naked got into bed with the passed out Nick. Stephen studied Nick’s body. “Fucking hot” he thought. Stephen heard someone enter the apartment. “oh fuck” Stephen said pretending he was having sex with Nick. At that moment Roy walked in screaming at Nick. Who woke up. Had no idea how he got home. Seeing Stephen. Tears filled Roy’s face as he ran out. Stephen got dressed and left without saying a word. Nick too groggy to even go after Roy, called him. To explain. But what was he going to say? He knew Roy wasn’t going to listen to him. Alex called Roy. Hearing how upset he was. Alex told him he could crash at his place. Roy agreed. He got there within 15 minutes. Alex hugged him gave him a shoulder to cry on and quite a few drinks to wear he was drunk. ”What are you going to do?” Alex asked. “I don’t know.” A teary eyed Roy said. While Alex was rubbing his lower back sliding his hand between his shirt and back. “You should sleep on it.” “Call Nick in the morning.” Alex offered. He softly kissed the drunk young man on the lips. Then kissed him with more passion. Alex was getting hard. And so was Roy due to the rubbing of his back. Next thing Alex’s pants and underwear are down and Roy is sucking his cock. Alex was loving this. Alex took off his clothes and took off Roy’s clothes. Alex loved touching Roy’s body. Almost changing his mind.but the rejection came flooding back and Nick needed to be punished. Alex put his dick slowly into Roy’s ass. Roy moaned in pleasure. The thrusting back and forth very slowly. Alex wanted to enjoy this which he was. “Fuck, don’t stop.” Roy moaned. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop for a long time.” Alex had a great sex drive. He was fucking Roy in every position possible. “I want to cum inside you babe.” Alex said. his 8 inch hard cock seemed to be getting harder and harder. “You can cum inside me” drunk young man said. “Oh shit!” “I’m cumming!” Alex shouted has he thrust deep inside with his poz loads into Roy. The next morning Roy got up saw Alex starring at him. ”I send this video to Nick.” Alex said. It was of the two of them having sex. “Looks like your is completely over.” He said with an evil smile. “Also, I have AIDS.” “And I shared my full blown loads with you.” “To destroy you and your now ex boyfriend, who l setup to get you into bed.” “It worked.” “Now get the fuck out of my apartment.” “You poz whore.” The damage had been done. Roy moved out of state. Nick moved on with his life. The former couple never spoke or saw each other again. And Alex relished in his enjoyment of destroying their lives. the end

Author’s Note #1: It gives me great pleasure to introduce a new and original story entitled The Master Pathogen. This is a first for BZ - a collaboration between myself and @kspozcum, whom you know from his current stories The Bareback Chronicles and My Education of the Summer. I’ve ever written only one story for BZ, a little first-wave distraction from five years ago called You Asked For It!, and I didn’t intend to write more poz fiction. This new story came about as I intended to finish another story that had been abandoned, and I asked @kspozcum to work on it with me. Finding it restricting and pigeon-holed based on its origins, we eventually scrapped it and made our own story. The result is a much more cohesive tale, science-backed, characters with personality, all peppered with real-life experiences. While inspired by other things, it is not a derivative work or a continuation of anything. Not only was the pitcher replaced, but it got filled with stronger booze. LOL Working on this has been so fulfilling and a joy to create. He and I will be here to field questions and comments, and you may write to either of us privately if you want to discuss something about the story in depth. We’ll try to give it weekly updates, and to get you started, we’re giving you TWO chapters. It’s a mixture of gay military fiction, biomedical thriller, and poz fiction disguised as body horror. It does lean more into the drama than the sex, but the sex is pretty visceral and intense, so don’t worry about that. @kspozcum will have the next post, followed by the first instalment. We hope you enjoy our collaborative efforts. - leatherpunk16

I’d just won a four-day gay cruise from Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas, a prize that had my cock twitching and my ass clenching with anticipation. I flew in from Columbus, Ohio, where every fag in my hometown knows me as the resident cocksucker, my face plastered across sites like Exposed Faggots, BoyfriendTV, Erome, Xvideos, Pornhub Gay, and every goddamn hookup app—Grindr, BarebackRT, Squirt, you name it. My videos are a neon-lit confession: me slurping down dick, fuchsia text screaming “BiBottomCockSucker Loves to Suck Cock,” “I’m a Cocksucker,” “I Suck Cock Better Than Your Girlfriend,” my throat gagging on meat while my ass gets pounded raw. I’m kinda in the closet back home, but online, I’m a shameless cum-dump, and I fucking love it.At the Fort Lauderdale airport, I spotted a group of hot fuckers—tanned, muscled, and loud—talking about the same cruise. My ears perked up, and my hole twitched. We shared a ride to Port Everglades, the vibe electric—testosterone and lust thick in the air. I could smell the sex coming; these bastards were gonna wreck me, and I was ready to take every inch.We boarded the ship, and holy fuck, my stateroom was a palace—massive, luxurious, a living room with two plush couches, a bedroom with a king-size bed begging to be defiled, and a balcony overlooking the ocean where I could scream while getting railed. First thing I did was fire up my hookup apps—Grindr, Sniffies, Doublelist—the ship’s Wi-Fi was flawless, perfect for streaming my depravity. I posted my stateroom number with a message: “Stop by my stateroom if you wanna get your cock sucked and/or fuck my ass and load it with cum.” Then I stripped down to a tank top and a thong, my tight, fuckable ass cheeks spilling out, begging for a pounding.I strutted to the pool deck as the ship pulled out, scoping the meat market. Almost instantly, two white studs in Speedos, lounging like kings, gave me that knowing smirk. “Hey,” I purred, sauntering over. “Just saw your post online,” one growled, his bulge straining. “You suck cock as good as in your vids?” I grinned, licking my lips. “Let’s find out.” We bolted to my room, and the second the door shut, I dropped to my knees like the greedy cocksucker I am, yanking down their Speedos.Out flopped two thick, cut cocks—a 7-incher and a 10-incher of veiny, white meat, heads glistening with pre-cum. The 7-incher was a beauty, pink and throbbing, balls heavy and musky from the poolside heat. The 10-incher was a fucking monster, shaft thick and ridged, a fat, leaking head begging to choke me. I dove in, wrapping my lips around the 7-inch first, the salty tang of his pre-cum coating my tongue as I sucked hard, my throat taking him deep. He groaned, “Fuck, you’re a pro,” as I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. I switched to the 10-inch, inhaling his sweaty, chlorine-soaked ball-sack scent, my nose buried in his pubes as I slurped that massive rod, tasting skin and salt and raw man, my jaw stretching to fit it.I worked them both, back and forth, hands stroking one while my mouth devoured the other, until the 7-inch guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, his cock slamming my tonsils. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he snarled, and I did, choking as his load erupted—thick, hot ropes of cum blasting down my throat, bitter and creamy, filling my gut. I swallowed every drop, then turned to the 10-inch, sucking him so hard my throat burned. He exploded too, a geyser of jizz, salty and pungent, flooding my mouth till it dribbled out, smearing my lips. “You suck as good as your vids,” he panted, wiping his dick on my face. “When I saw you with a mouthful of cock, I recognized you from your online vids.” I froze, perplexed and intrigued—not too long ago, I was deeply in the closet as a cocksucker. Guess not so much anymore… lol. “We’re fucking you again this trip,” he added, and they left, my apps buzzing with more horny bastards.A guy hit me up—“Wanna fuck your ass and load it with cum.” “Get here now,” I typed, and minutes later, he swaggered in, a white stud with an 8-inch thick, cut cock bulging in his shorts. I ripped them down, his sweaty balls and ripe ass hitting me with a wave of musk—fucking delicious, like a locker room after a game. He plopped on the couch, legs spread, and I knelt, licking his hairy nuts, sucking the sweat off them, then burying my tongue in his ass. It was tangy, sweaty, a filthy mix of pool water and man-stink, and I ate it like a starving pig, my cock rock-hard. I moved up, sucking his fat dick, tasting his pre-cum—sweet and slick—until he grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. “Gonna cum,” he grunted, but I pulled off. “Fuck my ass first.”I grabbed lube, slicked his throbbing cock, and bent over the couch, thong yanked aside. He slammed into me, 8 inches of thick meat stretching my hole, pounding me raw. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh, my ass gripping him as he growled, “You’re a tight little slut.” He pulled out, and I spun around, sucking his cock clean, tasting my own ass—earthy, musky, mixed with his pre-cum. He shoved back in, fucking me harder, then unloaded—a hot, explosive flood of cum blasting deep in my guts, thick and sticky. He pulled out, and I licked him clean, his jizz and my ass juices coating my tongue, a nasty cocktail I savored.That night, my apps blew up—15 guys cycled through my room, sometimes solo, sometimes in packs. I swapped the thong for a jock, ass exposed, and handed out a Sharpie to tally each load dumped in me. On the couch, I got spit-roasted—a 7-inch choking my throat, an 11-inch reaming my hole, a fucking beast of a cock, veiny and relentless, stretching me wide as cum dripped from both ends. Ass-to-mouth was my jam—sucking that 11-inch fresh from my ass, tasting lube, cum, and my own funk, swallowing load after load. On the bed, a group of five turned me into their cum-rag, my face buried in a 10-inch cock while an 8-inch drilled my ass, jizz leaking down my thighs. One guy, mid-fuck, said, “Saw you online with a mouthful of dick—fucking hot.” “Next time, we film it,” I gasped, and he nodded, pumping me full. During a break in the action, I grabbed my phone and googled myself—BiBottomCockSucker—and holy shit, tons of videos and pics of me with a mouthful of cock popped up all over the internet. My exposure’s growing like a cock in my mouth, and I fucking love it.The next afternoon, I hit the pool deck for a dance party, wearing just a jock, my ass hanging out, slick and glistening from the loads already sloshing inside me. The music thumped, bodies grinding, and four horny fuckers circled me like sharks—white guys, cocks bulging in their trunks. They didn’t waste time; right there by the pool, out in the open, they took turns slamming my ass. First guy dropped his shorts, 7 inches hard and ready, and slid right in—no lube needed, my hole already a sloppy, cum-filled mess. He pounded me, the wet squelch of jizz echoing as he grunted, then pulled out, and I dropped to suck him clean, tasting his cum mixed with the loads already in me—bitter, thick, and fucking divine. Next came an 11-incher, thick and veiny, ramming me hard, my ass cheeks jiggling as the crowd watched, that monster splitting me open. I sucked him off after, his dick coated in ass juice and spunk. Third and fourth followed, 8 and 10 inches, each fucking me raw, dumping their hot loads in my guts, and I cleaned every cock, slurping down the nasty blend of cum, sweat, and my own hole right there under the sun, jock stretched tight, ass dripping.The next three days were a blur of cock-sucking and ass-fucking. I never left the ship—why bother when my room was a revolving door of dick? I posted my stateroom number everywhere, door wide open, guys strolling in to join the action. One night, five studs gangbanged me, me the only bottom, and we filmed it—12 minutes of my face gagging on a 10-inch cock, ass stretched wide by an 11-incher, cum splattered everywhere. I uploaded it to every site, fuchsia text blazing, and the hits poured in, drawing more horny fuckers to my door. My ass was raw, dripping with cum, marked with Sharpie tallies—dozens of loads by the end.Cruise over, I limped to the airport, ass sore, jizz still leaking into my jock. I thought my weekend of debauchery was done, but on the plane—a cramped, budget Airbus with that stale recycled air smell—I spotted three of my fuck-buddies from the ship, their smirks promising more. When the seatbelt sign dinged off at cruising altitude, I dragged them to the tiny bathroom one by one, joining the Mile High Club in that piss-reeking, turbulence-shaking stall. First guy, a 7-inch stud, shoved me in, and I dropped to my knees on the grimy floor, sucking his sweaty cock—salty from the cruise, musky from travel, pre-cum bitter on my tongue. I gagged as he fucked my throat, then he spun me around, bent me over the sink, and rammed his dick into my cum-slick ass—no lube, just the sloppy mess of dozens of loads from the cruise. The plane rocked as he pounded me, the wet slap of his balls against my cheeks loud in the tight space, and he unloaded—a hot, thick blast of jizz deep in my guts, mixing with the rest. I turned, sat on the toilet, and cleaned his cock, sucking off his cum, my ass juices, and that faint plane-bathroom funk, swallowing it all. Second guy, an 11-incher, got the same—throat fucked till I choked, then a brutal ass-pounding over the sink, his massive cock stretching me wide, his load spurting hard, and I licked him clean, tasting the sweaty, cummy mess. Third guy, an 8-incher, throat-fucked me till his jizz flooded my mouth, salty and warm, and I swallowed it down, wiping my lips on his shaft. I stumbled back to my seat, ass leaking cum into my jock the whole flight home, a sticky wet spot spreading on my jeans, the smell of sex clinging to me as I grinned. One of those bastards was from Columbus, and now I’m his regular cocksucker—throat and ass on call whenever he wants, BiBottomCockSucker always ready for more.

I’m a Bi Bottom Cocksucker and usually stick with sucking cock and swallowing cum, and getting my ass fucked and loaded with cum. However, at a bathhouse, I get into a lot more scenarios. While I love sucking cock at the glory holes, I’ve found that I like sticking my cock through the hole and getting sucked off. One time while I was doing that, a guy entered my stall and fucked me while I was getting sucked - it felt awesome. I also get into group action and will sometimes top. Of course the best is getting spit roasted. Love to have them swap holes and get some ass-to-mouth action in. Question: what do you guys like to get into at a bathhouse? Does it vary from what you usually get into at home or with a hookup?

And the college students have some toys & slutty clothing. They are into slutty things... What can you advise them in terms of beginner-friendly brands, personal hygiene and preparation for 1st session, storaging, inhaling, ideas to be even freakier with the said friend 🙂

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A few years ago I had a married, straight friend who enjoyed playing with me and my cocksuckers. It started out with him asking me questions about gay hookups. I explained to him that I usually had anywhere from one to three regular cocksuckers that I could hook up with on a regular basis. He thought it sounded hot and asked if he could tag along the next time I used one of my fags. Of course I agreed and a few days later he and I were sitting next to each other naked on the sofa of one of my cocksuckers. He was hooked immediately. We decided to play together at least once a week. We ended up being serviced by two of my more regular fags. It was always very hot. He even got into watching gay porn during the servicing. We just got blow jobs for the first few months. It then progressed to breeding and feeding. This went on for about six more months. Unfortunately he ended up being transferred and had to move. Every now and then I'll get a text from him. He tells me that he is using fags and his new town and will always be thankful that I showed him the ropes. Of course all of the credit goes to the skills of fags and cocksuckers doing what they do best.

*** firstly I know there are going to be a few comments like "if a guy fucks another guy then he's not straight" etc.. but I do genuinely believe there are a few straight guys out there that are horny enough will do anything to cum. So keep an open mind….. Having sex with a straight guy is a very hot fantasy! I think most of us would agree. But who's had sex with an actual straight guy? I mean properly straight, not the 'confused or bi-sexual type' (who is actually completely gay and either doesn't want to admit it or doesn't realise it yet) that says they are straight. I'm talking about the straight guys you've been out for a few alcoholic drinks with who've been a bit horny possibly when you've had to share a hotel room bed for the night and you've gotten a bit touchy feely etc but then they've gone back to their girl etc. I've slept with quite a few totally gay but say their straight guys, which is still kinda hot. There was one married hunk though who I hooked up with outdoors and I think he was a properly str8 guy. Very hung, very muscular. He fucked me really hard. I think he was just a horny straight guy who liked it rough and couldn't get that with a girl. He wasn't into kissing, he wanted it doggystyle and quiet. I think for him it was just a fuck and any hole was a goal. I think because he wasn't into the other stuff it was literally just a fuck. So what experiences do you have? Why do you think he was properly straight and not just closeted? Be great to hear about your experiences.

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I love Chicago. Between 2015 and 2021 I would visit for business or just visit with plans to play. I have a fwb - I've written about his skills before - that is interested in getting gangbanged in Chicago. My plan would be to stay at HOC - probably getting 2 rooms. I am going post an ad in bbrt. I am thinking of visiting at the end of September. I'm looking for any advice from the horney men of Chicago how we can make this as possible. I'm wanting to whore him out for seeding and eating loads. I'm thinking a weekend. If anyone thinks different days are better let me know. Any suggestions would be helpful. I'm also thinking about posting on here as well. Thanks for any suggestions.

I’ve found that slipping a finger (or two) in a guys ass when I’m sucking his cock sends him over the edge and amplifies his orgasm - both in volume of cum and intensity of orgasm. Anyone else agree? Oh, and that finger needs to be licked clean afterward…….

Carlos and Rose were a couple of 20 year old college students. Carlos with his muscular body. Uncut 9 inch dick. Kept Rose happy. Rose and Carlos would bring in a third to play with them. But for Rose, it was always another woman. She didn’t mind it. But she wanted to play with Carlos and another guy. After another fun afternoon of fucking. Carlos wanted to bring another girl in. “Rose, how about Sally?” “Carlos, why does it always have to be another girl?” “Why not a guy?” “Because, I’m not gay.” Carlos replied. “Neither am I.” Rose said. Carlos massaged the back of her neck. Rubbing her naked body. “If our having sex with another guy makes you happy.” “We’ll do it.” “You pick out the guy, if he’s interested.” Carlos said. A few days later. Carlos coming home from school saw Ned and Dan the older gay couple. Who lived in the apartment next door to him and Rose. Both men lusted after the young hunk. Rose was amused by it. “Hi Carlos”. Dan said with a smile on his face. Carlos said “hi.” And Ned who was overweight just smiled at him and was thinking about what he would do to Carlos if he ever had the opportunity to do so. Rose had been working and studying. This left Carlos by himself and lonely and horny. Carlos went out a few times with Sally. Finally they had been drinking and went back to Carlos and Rose’s place. Sally a blonde with big breasts and a very loose pussy. They went at it for a couple of hours. Unaware that Rose had came home and saw them. She was angry. She wanted to get back at Carlos. A plan come to mind. She would not pick one guy but two and they would be Dan and Ned. She knew how uncomfortable he was around them. When Carlos was shirtless. She could see the lust in their eyes. She told them what had happened. And asked if they would be willing to fuck him. She didn’t need to ask. They jumped at the opportunity to fuck him. The weekend came. And Carlos was nervous. Rose said she had two guys coming over. Unaware of which two men. She bought him a jockstrap to wear. Dan and Ned requested it. The doorbell rang. And Carlos answered it wearing nothing but the jockstrap. To his surprise. It was Ned and Dan. He was embarrassed. He knew how these two guys fawn over him. “Guys this isn’t a very good time.” Carlos said. “Actually Rose invited us over to have some fun with you.” Dan said. “We can’t wait.” Ned said with a sinister smile. Rose came out. “I see you are surprised.” “But it was my turn and I want to see these two fuck you.” ”Can we fuck him raw?” Ned asked. “By all means.” Rose said with a smile. “Can’t we talk about this?” Carlos begged. ”Save the begging for the bedroom.” Dan said. Next thing Carlos knows. Is he’s sucking cock and he’s horrible at it. Both men aren’t big dick wise. But know how to use it. Ned rips off the jockstrap and now Carlos is completely naked and at their mercy. In which they show him none. Dan was the first to cum inside Carlos. “Oh fuck.” Dan moaned. “Please don’t cum in me.” Carlos pleaded with Dan. “Shut up, you whore!” Dan said. You’re our bitch now!” Dan felt his load shoot deep into the young man. “Ahhh shit”. “That felt great.” Dan said collapsing on top of Carlos. Dan got up and now it was Ned’s turn and he was going to enjoy him. Much more so than Dan did. He took his time. Thrusting in and out of the now non virgin ass of Carlos. Ned even forced a kiss on the young man. Ned went at it for over an hour. “Carlos, I’m about to flood your ass with my seed” Ned said. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” “Here it cums, you fucking slut!” Ned shouted. Rose had peeked in and smiled. “That will teach you for cheating on me.” After both men had finished up. And Carlos was close to tears. He asked Rose why the both of them? “Because I saw you with Sally.” “And I needed to teach you a lesson.” She said. Before Carlos could say anything. He was dragged out of his apartment naked. And bought next door where, Ned and Dan had more guys waiting to fuck poor Carlos. Which Rose gave them permission for.

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