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Here are the rules 1. Raw is the law 2. No seed from man shall touch the earth 3. Submitting to a man means you accept what he wishes

Fuck hot and then to leave us hanging! Please please more🙏🏻 thanks @Teddybb

I had to read it again. It’s so amazing. And during the re-reading I realised I forgot to mention my another favourite part of the chapter. The picturesque details of inhaling the sweaty hairy armpit, which is also one of my favourite things.

@pdxpointperv fuck man this story keeps getting hotter and hotter with each new chapter! I cannot wait to see what is next!! I am rock hard imagining where this is going, thank you

FUCK YES, only raw!

Love the feeling of leaving my load in a guy. Is hot when he leaves it to leak out slowly

We spent a few days clearing out the flat, ripping up the carpet, and stripping the wallpaper. I missed Stan and Winston, but I decided the symbols now inked into my skin would be what I would keep, being fairly sure what was in my veins had come from them. There was also the tree that I had planted in a big pot on the pub patio, Brian and Sheila being happy that Stan and Winston’s ashes should be buried somewhere familiar and where they had been happy. I did not think we needed to keep their flat like it was just because I missed them, as it was really fucking ugly to be honest. The plaster all started coming off when we began stripping the wallpaper, and the twins found a rotting fucking mess when they pulled up the lino in the bathroom, so we got in some professionals to fix everything before we decorated. A mate of Justin’s mum checked the electrics and they were fine, and the plumbing was OK too, so we just needed stuff done to the floors, walls and windows before we could move in. I called a couple of the guys who had adverts in the Nisa window, and one of them was just finishing up a job somewhere else so could start quickly so we went with him. He was a Lithuanian man in his 50s called Matas, and after coming round to look at it all and give us a quote, he came back a couple of days later with the guys who would be doing most of the work. One of them was his son Jonas, who was in his mid 20s and was just fucking beautiful with his big lips and swept back dark hair. There was a Polish guy called Pavel, also in his mid twenties with cropped blond hair, a face like a fucking model, and tattoos all up his arms and over his torso. Finally there was a Romanian man called Gheorghe, who was in his mid 30s and would be the foreman. There was something about his black stubble and slightly messy black hair that made me keep looking at him, and I found that he kept looking back. In fact, all three of them kept looking at the five of us, while Matas went through the plan for doing all the work. I hoped that someone was paying attention, as I was completely fucking distracted by all these gorgeous men standing in our bombsite of a flat. Hell, even Matas was distracting me with his silver hair and ripped body, something I hadn’t noticed on his first visit when he was wearing a loose jacket the whole time but which was now on display under his tight white V-neck T-shirt. The work got started, and we all took it in turns to be there and do a few other jobs we could manage ourselves while the builders got on with most of it. I finally threw in the towel at Nisa as Aimee wanted more shifts and I didn’t need the money, but I made sure Clive knew that I would help out if I could if he ever needed it in the future because I was still really grateful he’d given me a job in the first place. That gave me more time to go and see Dad a bit, something we all started doing more as the therapy he was having began to turn him back into a human being again. It was really fucking hard, but each of us spent some time alone with him and his therapist to talk about the past, and let him apologise for what he’d done and the person he had been. Kane in particular was really quiet and a bit angry for a couple of days after his session, but we let Kieron be the one to help him through that. Justin was really great with me after my session, just sitting on the sofa at home with me in his arms, letting me slowly start talking about what it had been like when Dad was at his worst. That was the first time we’d shared a moment like that, and while I knew what we had was always going to be different and probably less than what we each had with Bret, it felt like the proper beginning of us as a proper two thirds of the throuple we were in. I had to go and see Stephen again to sign some more things, and his other lawyer friend was there to go through more about the case against the haulage company. He said the driver was being charged by the police, that the haulage company had fired him, and that they were offering to settle before the case went any further. He put the number in front of me, and once I had made sure my heart was actually still beating, he said that it was a good offer and that maybe I should take it. “If it goes to court” he said, “there’s going to be a lot of questions about you, your relationship to the deceased, their own health, and so on. As I understand it, you might not enjoy answering those.” “No” I said. “We could probably get more out of them in court, but in light of all that, my advice would be that you take it” he said. I agreed immediately, and he went off to sort it out so it could be finalised. “Stephen” I said, after the other guy had left, “who were Stan and Winston leaving everything to before they changed their wills?” “Er” he said, looking unsure. “Please” I said. “I’m so fucking grateful to them for what they’ve done for me, but I feel like I’ve stolen everything from someone else.” “Fine” he said, before going over to a filing cabinet and looking through for the right folder. When he found it he went through loads of papers, before bringing out two documents and bringing them back to the desk. They both had big red stamps on every page that said they were voided, but what was written on them was still readable. “Let me see” he said, looking through both of them. “OK, yes, they said the same thing, so let’s just go through Stan’s.” “OK” I said, feeling a bit nervous. “As you know, they didn’t have much in the way of money, with the flat being the main asset” he said. “They had both written their wills to leave everything to the other partner in the event of their death, and then they had provisions for what to do if they were the remaining party and then passed on. They assumed some more cash would be on hand from the first party’s life insurance, and then they instructed their assets to be liquidated by the executor after their death. I, or another partner here, was assigned as their executor prior to the wills being changed. “OK” I said, trying to keep up with all this fucking legal language. “So” he continued, “once all that was done, they had split their estate three ways. One third was to go to the charity Shelter, and another third to the charity Centrepoint. The final third was to be split amongst four other charities, but…” He stopped, and turned to his computer. He typed a bit, repeatedly looking down at the list on Stan’s will. “OK” he said. “As far as I can see, the other four charities all provide services to LGBTQ+ youths.” “Fuck” I said. “I’ve fucking stolen from a load of homeless people and gay kids.” “Luke” he said, “you haven’t stolen anything from anyone. Stan and Winston wanted you as their heir.” “I know” I said, “but it still feels shit.” “Can I ask why you wanted to know?” Stephen asked. I hesitated before answering, just running it through in my head. “I get that they wanted me to have their flat” I said. “I’m never going to stop being grateful, they’ve fucking changed my life as well as my brothers’ lives. But there never should have been any fucking massive payout from a lorry company.” “So?” Stephen asked. “Listen” I said. “I don’t want it. I know it’s a fucking huge amount of money and could set me up for life or some shit, but I don’t want it. I want all those charities to have it.” Stephen sat and stared at me for a moment. “Luke, are you sure about this?” he said. “Don’t you want to think about it properly?” “No” I said. “I don’t want it. I don’t want to keep feeling like I’ve fucking been made because Stan and Winston were run off the road by some dangerous fucking driver. I don’t want it. I want all those people they wanted to help to have it.” Stephen stared at me again. “Are you definitely sure?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “Final answer.” He immediately got out his phone and called the other lawyer, and they talked it through while I just sat there. When the call ended, Stephen told me we would have to meet again, but that the best thing to do would be to get the settlement paid to Stan and Winston’s estate and then donated directly from there so there would be no tax claim on it. He went off on a fucking ramble I didn’t understand about it all, until I stopped him, told him I trusted him, and asked him to just sort it out for me. I also told him I didn’t want my brothers or anyone to know about any of it, and if they ever asked about the case, we would come up with some bullshit to cover. I needed a drink after all that, and texted Shane to see if was around. He was, and we met up for a couple of beers. I asked him to talk to me about anything that wasn’t to do with lawyers, and ended up sat in that pub just listening to him go on about everything from his job to his concert experiences to his trip at Easter to Gran Canaria. It worked in calming me down, and I was happy to go back to his place after and fuck a couple more poz loads into him. Then I went back to the estate, just going straight to the Dragon to start my shift a bit early. That night I was feeling a bit sad about Stan and Winston again, so Bret and Justin each spent a bit of time with me in the bed alone gently fucking me, before I went to sleep in between them both. The next day I decided to hit the gym, now that Bret has got us all discounted memberships where he worked. I just found what he got up to there funny as well as hot, never being jealous about any of it, and if he was ever in the middle of it when I was there I just found myself chuckling if I stood outside the storeroom listening to him fucking or being fucked. Well, it wasn’t really a storeroom anymore, with most of the equipment moved elsewhere by the owner so he could put in a fuck bench and a small mattress so that his members were comfortable while enjoying the on-site entertainment. Bret said it was crazy how many so-called straight guys were going in there with him, especially as a lot of them wanted to be fucked raw and didn’t care that he was poz. “You’re such a homewrecker” Justin had teased him. “Or Ground-fucking-Zero in an HIV outbreak in the suburbs” I had added. “Fuck yeah” Bret had responded, laughing. “I don’t fucking care. Straight guys are so hot to fuck with. You should try it!” Justin of course did get involved, and was even getting free membership now from the owner because of how much more business he was bringing in with his guest appearances, but I never did anything there other than blow a couple of guys in the steam room. I liked actually working out or using cardio equipment, my own muscles really starting to pop at last, so I mostly just put music on my headphones and went into my own world. After I’d been to the gym, I decided to go and check out the new flat even though K&K were there that day. I was meeting Andrew later for a drink at the Dragon before my shift, but had nothing else to do and wanted to see how the work was going. I walked over there and went up in the lift, but when I got to the front door I realised the sounds coming from inside were not what I expected. I quietly slid in my key and opened the door very slowly, slipping inside and closing it very gently. I crept down the corridor, and then peeked round into the kitchen-diner. It felt like when I’d first climbed up that drainpipe, looking in and seeing my twin brothers getting up to no good. Jonas and Pavel were both bent over, still wearing their vests but with their jeans round their ankles. Kane was fucking Jonas, and Kieron was pounding into Pavel. The two builders were panting as they got fucked, while taking it in turns to suck on Gheorghe, who was completely naked other than his boots. His body was ripped and hairy, and I saw he was wearing this huge gold cross on a thick Byzantine chain that must have been covered up by his shirt the previous times I had seen him. He was staring down at his team, muttering things to them in a mix of Romanian and English, so he hadn’t noticed me looking round. It was such a hot fucking scene, and I was hard straight away. I had time to kill, and I wanted in if there was going to be sex on offer from these hunky builders, so I just walked into the room. Gheorghe looked up at me and looked shit-scared, but the twins grinned when they their heads and saw me, never slowing their thrusts. “Hey bruv” said Kieron. “Look what fucking happened.” “I can see” I said. “Mr Ballard, we…” Gheorghe began, in his gorgeous accent. “Shhh” I said, holding up my hand. I walked round to stand slightly behind the Romanian, and put my hand on his buttocks. “You are supposed to be making sure these guys are working” I said, winking towards Kieron. “I try but…” Gheorghe started saying, but stopped and moaned as I suddenly pushed a finger into his hole. “I think I’m going to have to fuck you too” I said, “as punishment.” “Yes” he panted. “Please fuck me.” I gave another thrust with my finger, making the man moan and throw his head back. “Did you tell them?” I asked Kieron. “Course we fucking told them” growled Kane, still pounding into Jonas. “They asked about the tattoos” said Kieron, pausing his own thrusts into Pavel. “They were like fucking animals after that.” “Is that so?” I said, leaning over to Gheorghe’s ear. “You three want these poz cocks inside you?” “Yes!” he yelled, closing his eyes as I pushed my finger into his hole again. “I want poz cock.” I looked down at his hands on the heads of the other two builders, his gold wedding ring standing out. “You’re married?” I asked. “In Romania” he panted. “I have wife in Romania.” “But here in the UK you fuck men” I said. “In Romania I fuck men” he said. “But have wife too.” “Kids?” I asked. “No” he replied. “Two children. Boy and girl. But not mine.” “What?” I asked. “Wife fuck everyone” he said. “I use condoms.” I laughed out loud, any doubts about fucking a family man gone. He was a big closet case, maybe his parents had forced him to get married, and now he was here in the UK away from his wife and she was probably glad to have him gone. But I was glad to have him here, the big tall, hairy, muscled stud that he was, and it was time to get inside him. I led him over to the kitchen counter, bent him over and then went down to rim him a bit. Then I stood up, put my cock at his hole, and pushed in with ease. I paused to look over at the others, Jonas and Pavel now leaning on each other’s shoulders and making out as the twins fucked them, with K&K’s biohazard trampstamps covered in sweat as they pounded. The sight of that made me even hornier, and I began to push in and out. Gheorghe quietly moaned as I began to fuck him, but he fucking loved it and the ease with which I had got inside him made it clear that he did this a lot. I hoped he topped too though, because I wanted him to return the favour after this and fucking pound me senseless. Gheorghe eventually propped himself up a bit more as I started hammering into him, and then he noticed someone’s cigarettes and lighter sitting nearby on the counter. He reached for them, and while he was rocking back and forth, he lit up two and then held one out for me. I was maybe planning to have a rule about smoking indoors now that we had a balcony we could use, but this room was being completely re-done so I didn’t care about it at the moment. I gladly took the cigarette, stuck it between my lips to puff on, and then reached forward to grab the back of his chain. I pulled it back so the huge cross was against his neck, and then really went to town on him. He more loudly groaned as I sped up, both of us puffing on the cigarettes until he grabbed a dirty mug for us to chuck them in. I let go of his chain, grabbed his hips, and fucked like crazy as my load was brewing. “You want my toxic fucking cum in you?” I yelled. “Yes!” he panted. “Answer me!” I yelled. “Do you want me to fill you with my poz load?” “Infect me!” he growled. “Cum in me!” That was enough, and I kept thrusting as I blew inside of him. He moaned as he felt my pulsing in his hole, almost sobbing in pleasure. We both calmed down, and then I slid out of him slowly. His cock was rock hard, so I hopped up on the counter and threw my legs back to expose my hole. He dived towards me and thrust inside in one go, starting to fuck me like an animal straight away. It was dry and rough but I fucking loved it, and even though he looked like he was about to blow straight away, he lasted a good amount of time and really worked me over before he put his neg load in my poz hole. The twins were still fucking Pavel and Jonas, who were now propping themselves on their own knees and staring down at the floor. “Both blown once already” growled Kieron, when he saw me staring at him. That explained how they were still going, and I kind of envied the younger builders a bit as I loved it when a top could just keep fucking after the first load and then last a lot longer before the second. Bret was really good at that. But K&K had been going so long that the second loads didn’t take much longer, after which they pulled out of the gaping and dripping holes of the two Eastern European studs. “Does your father know?” I asked Jonas, once he had recovered a bit. He looked a bit nervous, glancing around all of us, but then nodded. “He fuck me” he said. “He catch me with boy, and now he fuck me. My uncle fuck me too.” “Holy fuck” said Kane. “Does he know you take poz cock?” Kieron asked. Jonas looked down at the floor and then shook his head. “I want be poz” he said, quite quietly. “Don’t worry” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get you fucking pozzed by the time all this work is done.” We talked a bit more, telling them that Bret and Justin would also be happy to give and take loads with them. Pavel was really fluent in English, and told us about fleeing his village in Poland to come to the UK as soon as he could because he was scared to be gay there. He also admired our tattoos, and told us his plans for adding to his already amazing ink once he converted. He and Jonas both admired our chains, and I let them try on all of mine in the bathroom so they could check themselves out in the mirror. I decided there and then to make sure they got some bling from us as gifts when the work was all done, as they just looked so fucking hot wearing my collection. Eventually, though, Gheorghe got guilty about how much time had been spent fucking, so they all used the shower and then got back to their jobs. Kane said he would stay, and Kieron and I left to go home and chill before my shift. Kieron was doing a solo video that night for Grant, apparently getting spit-roasted and double-fucked by two farmer cousins outside town somewhere, so he wanted to rest too. “Why no Kane?” I asked him as we walked back. “We’re both doing more solo stuff now” he replied. “Even when we go off together, Grant is filming and publishing a lot of it separately. Says he wants to make the twin stuff a bit less regular and more special, or some shit.” “Cool” I said. “Yeah” Kieron said. “It is actually. It’s like it makes it more special for us to be together at home too.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yeah. I really fucking love him.” I put my arm round my brother, and we went the rest of the way home in comfortable silence. I used to hate his guts when I was a kid, but now Kieron was like my best friend. I loved my life.

“You know what?” said Shane. “I’m going to miss this when I finally convert.” “I can keep fucking you” I said, drying my hair with a towel. “Just don’t get any ideas. I’ve already got two boyfriends.” “No, no” he said, “I know that. You’ve been very clear. And yeah, I think I’d like to keep hooking up with you.” “Do you top?” I asked. “I do” he said, smiling. “Then when you’re poz, how about you give me your first special load?” I suggested. “You’ll get more than my first” he replied, smirking at me. “Deal” I said. “Maybe I’ll even hook you up with my brothers for that fucking fantasy.” “Fuck yeah” he said. “Which one do you want most?” I asked, sitting down on the bed next to him. “The slutty twins or…” “The soldier” Justin said. “Thought so” I chuckled. “Bret is fucking hot.” “He is” said Shane, “but you’re hotter.” “Nah” I replied. “But thanks.” “I’m serious!” Shane said. “Yeah, he’s a bit of a heartthrob, but I think you’re hotter.” “OK” I said. “Thanks, I guess. Though you haven’t seen our other boyfriend Justin yet. He fucking makes me want to cum just looking at him.” We both laughed, and then I leaned over and gave Shane a quick kiss on the forehead. I liked him, and I kind of hoped he did stick around after he converted. He was all middle class and shit, but I kind of hoped he might be up for being friends after. I didn’t care if he wanted to fuck my brothers too, I just felt a bit like it was nice to start having other gay guys around who I could hang out with. Once I was finished getting dressed again, I went off home with all the copies of shit I had signed in Stephen’s office earlier. But most importantly, I also had the keys to the flat now. It was mine. I fucking owned a fucking flat. I had cried a bit in front of Stephen when he handed the keys to me, but he was really nice about it and said he could see why the old guys had chosen me. It was all a bit of a mindfuck, but at least I felt like I was doing right by Stan and Winston. With the money coming in from Grant, particularly after Bret’s pozzing gangbang went up on the site, we had everything we needed to start doing up the place to make it ours, and K&K were really getting into that together. Bret and I could not stop laughing when they told us they’d had a proper couples argument in IKEA over which bed to get, like they were some boring pair of newlywed straights. Bret had gone off spending too, with me and Justin trying to talk some sense into him. Yeah, money wasn’t going to be a problem now I knew the insurance was going to pay out, and yeah, he was getting amounts of cash from Grant that were crazy compared to anything Kane, Kieron or I had earned, but he was still being stupid. Well, stupid and sweet I guess. We couldn’t get him to change his mind on any of it, and that is why my Tissot watch was at home and I was instead wearing another fucking enormous silver bracelet on that wrist. Justin had a full fucking kilo of gold-plated silver on his own wrist now, which did look amazing on him even if it must have cost a fucking fortune, and Bret had got the plain silver version for himself. I kind of laughed when I looked at us sometimes, we were all fucking magpies or something and just loved shiny shit. When I got home, Bret was out on a gym shift, or more likely was at the gym bent over in a storeroom with someone’s cock in him. He said the owner had now hired some new guy to make sure there were enough staff around, as Bret was spending so much of his time taking or giving fucks with the members that he couldn’t do as much actual gym work as they needed. He liked it though, and was fucking proud when two of the members got the fuck flu including a guy who was married with kids. Justin had changed gyms to the same place Bret worked, and sometimes joined in the fun. But before he did switch, he had told Mr Hennessy he was poz, that they weren’t using condoms anymore, and that he was going to be the top. Our old PE teacher was now a pozzed-up hungry bottom, and I had actually met him at the park toilets when I’d stopped in for a quick load and found he was already bent over at the gloryhole. Justin was also out when I got home, being on duty that afternoon. K&K were in their room, and I could hear that Kane was on the bottom again. Something had flipped in him when I told everyone about my plans with the flat, and he had just kind of changed. Kieron quietly told me that Kane had actually been wound up really tight worrying about what Dad would think about him, and he reckoned the idea of getting away had just sort of calmed Kane down or released some fucking valve in his brain. He was now just really comfortable with himself, and affectionate towards everyone in a way he never was before. He would put his arm around me if we were just standing in the kitchen or something, and he never fucking held back with kissing Kieron or anything anymore. Kieron told me that Kane had been a total bottom since that night round the kitchen table, and that the sex had been like nothing they’d ever done before. “He loves you bruv” I had said, smiling. “I know” he’d replied. “Like, now I really fucking know.” I lay down for a bit, but my phone went off. It was a message from a number I didn’t recognise, but when I opened it I saw it was from Andrew. It went on a bit too fucking long, but he was basically asking he we could meet. I replied to suggest he come to the estate and see how people like me live, and that he could come to the Dragon tonight. I’d get Bret and Justin to meet him there while I worked, and we could talk after. The three dots thing went on for ages, but he finally replied to say he’d like that and would come over later. I messaged Bret, adding the photo Stephen had sent me as a reminder for what Andrew looked like, and then I lay back down. Bret and Justin were sitting outside at a table smoking and drinking when Andrew arrived, and I went out to clear some glasses so I could say hello to him too. He was really fucking nervous, and his eyes kept looking at all the bling we were wearing, so I got him a double rum and coke on the house to try to help him calm down. I left him with the other two, but went out occasionally to make sure he was OK. After a while I could see them all laughing quite a bit, so as it got busier inside I just stayed behind the bar. Brian had clocked we had a guest though, so he let me leave early saying he and Sheila would clear up. He was a good guy. We took Andrew back to Dad’s flat, and got him another drink in the kitchen. Being somewhere more private, we talked more about sex than they had done at the pub, and Andrew admitted he’d not done much. One guy he had been with had said he was poz but he wasn’t sure he believed him, and he’d only been with a few other guys. “Are you top or bottom?” I asked him. “I don’t know” he said. “I mean, I’ve only bottomed, but I think I want to try topping too.” “Mate” Bret said, “you’ll love both, I promise.” Before things went any further, we made sure Andrew got that we weren’t going to do anything with him that night and would be getting him an Uber soon, which he was quite relieved about. “I’m nervous, you know?” he said. “You guys are so fucking hot, and you’re poz, and that’s what I want more than anything, but I’m just nervous.” “That’s OK mate” said Justin, leaning over and putting his hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “I was too, but you’ll know when it feels right.” We talked some more, and then sent Andrew off home in a cab. Justin had spent some time telling him all about how he’d gone from being scared of everything to actually being ready to bottom for us and start his conversion, and all that thinking back had got him in a funny mood. That night in bed he was a needy muscle bottom, wanting Bret and me inside him over and over again, and even at the same time for one fuck. Everything about his look would make you think he was an aggressive power top all the time, especially with the huge gold chains he was now rocking, so it was such a fucking turn-on to see him begging and pleading for us to wreck his hole and fill him with cum. We gave him what he needed.

Bret and I went to Grant’s place, and he surprised us with one of his friend’s being there too. We recognised the guy straight away as the ‘colonel’ who had dishonourably discharged Bret’s soldier character in his first gangbang, but it turned out he was also a probate lawyer. He was called Stephen and was more than happy to help, wanting nothing more than a night with me and Bret in return, something we were happy to do as he was hot as fuck. He came with us to see the other solicitor, and while I think Bret was sort of keeping up, I was completely fucking overwhelmed again. I just sat there and thought about Stan and Winston, trying not to both giggle at jokes we’d shared, or cry when I kept realising what they had done for me. Bret kept one hand firmly on my leg to try to calm me down. Stephen took us out for a late lunch afterwards, and managed to explain it all to me in simple English. There was going to be a lot to do and it would take time, but the flat was basically now mine. He was going to contact abother lawyer he knew to start proceedings against the haulage company for the accident, and he would sort out all the insurance claims for me. He said I would need to come and see him regularly to sign things, and it might all be a bit much to take sometimes, but he’d make sure it was as easy as possible. “Gents” he said, “when I said to Grant what I wanted in return, I want to be clear.” “OK” Bret replied, stiffening a bit. “I’m not going to be using you like common rent boys or anything” he said. “In fact, I don’t want anything like that.” “Oh?” Bret responded. “Then what do you…” Stephen held up his hand, and Bret stopped. “It’s not me I want you for” he said. “It’s my nephew.” “Your nephew?” I asked. “Andrew” he said. “He’s about your age Luke.” “What do you want us to do for him?” Bret asked. “I want you to spend the evening with him, and see where things go naturally” Stephen said. “Andrew’s on a bit of a journey, and I want to help him, but I also know his tastes and they aren’t the sort of people I normally hang around with.” “What kind of journey?” Bret asked. “And what kind of tastes?” I added. Stephen smiled, and then pulled out his phone, found a photo of his nephew and showed it to us. Andrew turned out to be a gorgeous and muscled twink, maybe you’d even call him a twunk, with an amazing smile. “The boy is obviously chasing” Stephen said, “but I know he’s a shallow lad who just wants jocks to use him. He’s never going to get what he needs that way, but he has no interest in the men who could give it to him. But you two are different, and I know he’s watched your videos.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah, because I’m in some of them and he’s talked to me about it” Stephen said, smiling. “He wants the treatment you have got in those videos, but it’s you boys he’s obsessing over.” “Oh” said Bret, picking up the phone and looking at the photo again. “So you want us to poz him?” “Maybe” said Stephen, “or maybe just meet with him at my place, I’ll go out for the night to leave you to it, and you just see what happens. He might just need some guys like you to talk to.” We were both a bit confused but agreed to do it, not only because Stephen was helping me, but also because we were interested to meet Andrew. “Stan and Winston were there for me” I said, “and with all this will stuff they still are. I reckon I owe it to them to be there for other guys now too.” “Well said” Stephen responded, while Bret just reached over and put his hand on mine. We left the restaurant a little later, agreeing to talk to Stephen over WhatsApp about Andrew and any more legal stuff. Bret needed to get to the gym for his shift, telling me he knew the owner and one of the members wanted to fuck him at some point that evening. He went for the train as it would get him closer, while I walked off towards the bus. But as I did so I thought about Shane from the bar, and decided to drop him a message. He was nearby, so I stopped at a pub and waited for him. He arrived soon after, and we had a drink together before he asked if I wanted to have another at his place. I agreed, knowing what he meant, and an hour later I was pumping a load into him on his bed. I stuck around to give him a second load, and agreed to meet up with him again. “Just you though” he said. “I mean, having all your brothers here is like a crazy fantasy or something, but if you’re willing I’d like it just to be you until, you know.” “Until I poz you?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You’re crazy cute, and I’d really like it to just be you who does it, you know?” “Yeah” I said, “I get it.” “Cool” he said, smiling at me. We left it there, and I added him to the list of people I’d keep in touch with. He lived so close to Stephen’s office that it would work well, as long as Shane did not get ideas in his head about us being anything more. Bret and Justin were enough to handle. Bret and Justin kind of went out of sync on their shifts, so weren’t seeing each other a huge amount for a while. That gave me more time to spend alone with Justin, and while we fucked like crazy, we also talked more and more. It was very different to what I had with Bret, but I kind of liked that. J was the hunky god who just seemed to sort shit out, and in some ways he turned me on even more than Bret did. I mean, Bret is my big bruv, I love him more than anyone, and I feel like I’m going to fucking melt when I’m with him sometimes. With Justin it’s like it’s more normal or something, just having an awesome time with this guy who I realised was my first crush even though I didn’t know I was gay back then. I get shivers when I look at his body and his beautiful face, and I guess if I had to pick then it’s Justin’s muscles and arse and cock that make me hard quicker. Being fucked by him is perfect, and he’s now such an amazing power bottom that topping him is wild. I dunno, it just works for me having both. The following Monday, all four of us took Justin to see Grant, and though he was dressed in normal clothes to get there, he had his police uniform in a hold-all. He also took a few options he was OK with for covering his face, to see how Grant felt about them. I think Grant nearly wet himself when he saw Justin, but he kept his cool and put him through the normal ‘audition’ process. After seeing how he looked in his uniform, we stripped Justin down to a jock and then each one of us brothers fucked him in a different position, with the masks all being tried out on camera to see how they worked. Justin then fucked me so Grant could see how good a top he was, but when he stayed hard after breeding me, Grant got him to fuck Bret too. “Well done young man” he said. “I will definitely be in touch.” “Thank you” said Justin. “You’ve converted already, right?” Grant asked him. “Yes sir” he said. “Well, first off, congratulations” Grant said. “But no special tattoos just yet, OK? I want to have a think about what to do with you.” “Sure” said Justin. “I haven’t figured out what I want to get yet anyway.” “And what about you, big brother?” Grant said, turning to Bret. “You’ve done what we agreed, and you’ve got plenty more money to come. How do you feel about doing more?” “Hell fucking yes” said Bret, grinning at him. “Excellent” said Grant, grinning back. “I’ll be in touch then with some ideas. You up for topping too?” “Hey!” said Kane. “How come you’ve never asked me that?” “Oh come on now lad” said Grant. “You just scream ‘bottom’, and everyone knows it.” Kane’s face went into a sulk, and the rest of us couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes” Bret said, still chuckling. “I’m happy to top, but I’d like it to be, you know, a mix.” “Yes, yes” said Grant, smirking. “I’m well aware that you’d be riding cock all day if you could.” “He fucking does” said Justin, and we all burst out laughing again. It felt good to laugh again, even though I was hit with thoughts of Stan and Winston again as we went back out onto the street. Bret sensed it and just threw his arm around me, and we decided to stop at a gay bar to have a drink before we went home. My brothers and Justin, all just having fun, got me feeling better again. Bret giving me a big kiss on the street outside really did the trick, and that night he and Justin gave me a really gentle double-fuck to kind of make me know everything was OK. Only Bret knew about the will, but I decided to talk to everyone else once Stephen said everything was going to plan and I would have the keys soon. I had been thinking about it all, and I knew what I wanted to do. So, sitting with everyone round the kitchen table after one of my shifts at the Dragon, I went through the whole story and then got on to my plans. “Their flat is only two bedrooms, but all the rooms are much bigger than what we’ve got, even Dad’s room” I said. “I need us to talk about Dad a bit, the fucking shitshow that’s gonna be when they let him out, but what I really want is for us five to move over to Stan and Winston’s flat and make it ours.” “You do?” Kieron asked. “Yeah” I said. “The bigger room for me, Bret and Justin, and then you two in the other one. We can have proper big beds, not the fucking single ones we’re squeezing into here. We’ll do the place up, and get a sofa bed or something for the lounge so we have somewhere else to sleep if we need it. There’s a balcony we can smoke on. But most of all, it’ll be our fucking home. Ours. We can just be us there. We can fucking love and fuck each other and never have to give a fuck what anyone thinks.” Everyone looked at me, and then Kane got up and walked round to where I was sitting. He stood behind me, and then leaned over and put his arms round my shoulders to hug me from behind, which took me by surprise as out of all of them, he’s the last one I would have expected it from. “That’s exactly what those two old geezers would have wanted” he said softly. “So fuck yeah, count me in.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yeah” he said, before letting go of me and straightening up and facing his twin. “K, I fucking love you. Let’s go be happy somewhere new.” Kieron walked over to him, and they held each other as they began a deep kiss. “Come fuck me bruv” Kane whispered after they pulled apart. They walked off to their room hand in hand, with the three of us watching them go. “So?” I asked Bret and Justin. “You sure about this?” Bret asked me. “Yeah” I said. “Kane’s right, this is what Stan and Winston would have wanted.” “It won’t be easy with your dad” Justin said. “I don’t just mean with you all leaving, but also he might not be able to stay here on his own. They may not let him out if he’s not going to be looked after, or the Council might want to move him to somewhere smaller so they can give another family this place.” “I know” I said. “We have to talk to someone about what the fuck happens when he’s ready to be let out. And I thought about the other thing. Maybe it’s just me who lives in the other flat on papers and shit, so it looks like there’s still four people here?” “That might work” Bret said. “Maybe Justin properly lives with you too?” “Cool” I said. “Maybe we better speak to Stephen or someone about all that.” “I’d like to live with you” Justin said, smiling at me. “Once Bianca is finally out of my life.” “Now I’m gonna get all jealous and shit” Bret said, smirking. “No need bruv” I said. “You know we both love you.” Justin’s eyes went a little wide, but Bret leaned over and put his arm round him. “J, it’s OK” Bret said. “This fucking works. We’re just three guys in love, and it’s OK.” Nothing more needed to be said, and the three of us started walking to our room. Sounds of sex were coming from K&K’s room, but they were quieter than normal and it was also obvious that Kane was bottoming for Kieron. Bret and I exchanged a look, and then we went into our room and got down to business too. Bret was the centre of attention that night, with me and Justin making love to him together in every way we could. The best part was when we double-fucked him, giving him the cocks of both his lovers at the same time. We went to sleep in another chain, but with me being the smallest spoon this time. It was fucking heaven.

Love feeling cum leak out while I'm in public walking home or riding a bus after being bred. I try to hold it inside me but don't always succeed.

Want it only raw now since starting with bare

Yes, the man my mom cheated on my dad with, his best friend, "felt guilty" that he fucked his friends wife for years and then he died, so he would take me to his place every week to help my mom out. She was hoooked on pain pills so she didn't really pay attention. My daddy, as my first grade self would refer to him, would bathe me every night, we would sit in an almost empty tub, his legs around my chubby aloof little body, and we we would put our hands to the sides of our heads so as to hide the fact that we were getting a zoomed in look on each other's cocks. A game, if you will. And once we were in bed I got in the habit of little spooning turning my back to him, backing into his skinny pale middle eastern body, and every night like clockwork I would demand "one finger, in an circle, ticklee. " As in tickle my back with one finger in a circle motion with your nail so it tickles. And he would take me swimming every weekend. 7-8 years old, seeing this mans hung white cut cock and giant sagging sack, that is when I knew I was pure faggot. When I was 19 I even tried to get him to remember our baths, catching him only wheh he was stressed, soflty empathizing with his stress, encouraging he allow himself the relief of giving in to what he has not had or thought of likely in years.he was sitting on kitchen counter so id attempt to get between his thighs, but he would stop me. It was not until we were in non moving traffic, bored and hot from the sun, in his white van with curtains. He made it dark andtook his shirt off and looked at me while rubbing himself over his cargo shorts gesturing for me to follow suit and get comfy too, but instead of rubbing me, I got naked from the waist down and reaached over and grabbed his whole shafs in my hand, squeezing as more and more blood pumped him up, eventually he let out a very whimpery moan,attempting to pull me away, but giving upwhen I opened my mouth and released the waterfall of spit I had been saving He helped instead by unocovering his meat only, so I did like waht good boys do and began to pleasure my step daddy who changed my diapers and taught me about the beauty of cocks at such a young age. I have always and still dream of him finally getting fed up of my mom being so abusive towards him cuz he promised to say many moons ago, and finally giving my mommy waht she wants, but brutally aggresive in approach and dragging my into my moms mattress room, and giving me a very important tutorial on how to shut her up if she gets too confident and hes not here. he hog tied my mom and turned on a horse sized dildo machine in front of her, forcing her to squirt as she watched her former lover make LOVE to the son she wanted to have with HIM. He even kissed me softly and gently laid my head don on end of her squirt soaking dumpster mattress, using her expensive sheets to lay before pkacing me on my back and entering me misisonary. and to edge us and make mom behave, hed place me at moms pusssy holding her legs apart and ordering me to piull my whore moms juices out of her now, or he wont fuck me ever again, SO I FISTED THE BUCKET OF VASSELINE BESIDE ME USED MOMS FAT LIPS TO SPREAD IT ALL OVER MY WHOLE ARM, AND wasted no time impailing my poor fat loose widow mother who hasnt been touched in years before today, and giving her the most intense round of squirting orgasms shes ever had. Mom was so swollen and engorged and pumped of blood that even a hand near her dried up cunt would be too sensitive. My Daddy punished her for a full year for this refusal. Mom likes it now. She gets me to brutalize her holes at all hours. And if my daddy does not answer when asked for permission, he just wants a video. I would love to post my moms fisting punishments online where its easy to find and identify her, I want to be known as the mommy fisting fag. Mommy and I will take all loads. Mom and daddy actually walked in on our 50 year old neighbiyr (str8) taking my cherry and making me cum hands free my first anal experience while i rode him at 16 years old, he groomed me to skip school on Mondays and fridays so he can fuck me. Now all I want is men much much older than me. One man who slams me when I feel like going there and hearing him whimper like a woman at the slightest touch, he is a regiistered SO, fucked a grade 9 male in his english class, and yearns to prety on 8 year old boys. He and his brother and dad all G-Holed me and had their way and i woke i was in a sling with three arms inside me vibratingcuz they all got slammed at oncewhileinside me arm first, And I am currenrtly seeking a Pozzing in Vancouver BC. An admin top pig meth demon to be my forever maker and keep me as his own marked, immune, breeedable bug babies, I need to be charged up and kept and owned for any and all use of my holes? PLZ. WILL PROVIDE ALL THE FAVOURS IN THE WORLD AND SUPPLIES IF U ADMIN AND POZ ME. anywhere. even outside in the forestr at night , the train, the sidewalk. My house, your house, car, gym , sauna, doesnt matter as long as im kept and owned and awarded a laod so toxic that im dripping. No medication for this viral fagboy. Pozz boys only take raw cock. THey love being dumped into and passed around like a sex doll. anyone wanna get a durt cheap, super ugly motel to host open door dumping ground? to keep me stretchy while ur busy. 50 per load and the money goes right to daddy. helping my likely pregnant and std riddled body will result in bannig. message or call me if u can make my dream cum true 2369713963 or tele need it asap. AND IF DADDY JAKE IS HERE AND REMEMBERS ME, WIL HE GET OVER HIS RANDOM DISDAIN FOR ME AND DO WHAT U SAID UD DO THE FIRST NIGHT U CALLED ME SO SWEET AND HORNY AND DADDY SMOKING UR PIPE AND making me picture his poz cock floppin around. unltd tea for u , will be live in and chained up for 247 use.

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That is so true, but studies are now showing that we are suffering from the consequences of the older medications. Years ago, I was on Norvir, both the liquid version that had to be refrigerated and the pill. As a result, my total cholesterol was over 200, up from 130. Once I got off that medication, my total cholesterol dropped back down to 130. It has never gone higher than that ever since. However, some medications caused damage to the heart, something I've had to confront with lifestyle changes. I wonder, as peopele like me who never thought I'd see 30 are living into their 70s if more results of the older drugs will continue to appear in other organs or other areas. I also wonder what allowed some of us to survive the virus and primitive treatment into old age while others endured gruesome and rapid deaths.

Like while fucking he cum and piss inside your hole is that even happens,

I wish I could say yes yo this but I've never had the pleasure of being fisted to know

I haven’t used a condom in a long time. I’m open to the possibility if he’s really hung and/or hot but I like getting fucked raw.

Getting fucked with an audience, preferably with a group of tops talking turns. I do love getting fucked in a sling.

The first time I was bred was the first time I busted a hands free nut. He’d been fucking me for a while and by the time he was ready to breed my ass, he had me curling my toes and morning like a little bitch. Feeling the top’s cock throb as he’s nutting in your ass is one reason why I love getting fucked so much.

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